The Mynns' Mystery Part 35

"My dear?"

"For Gertrude. She may have her eyes so opened that she will refuse to marry him, throw him over completely, and then, my dear, we shall once more get home to peace and quietness."

"If it would turn out like that," said Mrs Hampton thoughtfully, "I would not mind. But come now, speak out."

No answer.

"What are you thinking about, Hampton?"

"I was thinking, my dear, that this accounts for the way the money goes.

I'm glad I've got a clue to that, not that it matters to us."

"What do you think it is--gambling?"

"May be."

"Then you don't think so, Hampton? Now speak out."

"No, my dear, you don't need telling. Not surprising after the life he has led in the West."

"Yes, sir, it is very surprising, when he is engaged to the sweetest girl in the world."

"Yes. Did the dog howl much?"

"Not a great deal, but very strangely; and don't turn from one subject to another so abruptly."

"Enough to make him, with his head cut open, poor brute!"

Ten minutes after they descended to the drawing-room, where, in spite of her cheerful looks and animated manner of addressing the old lawyer, it was plain to see that Gertrude had been crying, and the tears rose to her eyes again as she noted the tenderly sympathetic manner towards her of her two friends.

"I have ordered the dinner to be taken in at the usual time," she said eagerly.

"Oh, no, my dear, not for us," said Mrs Hampton after a desperate effort to master herself.

"Yes, I am sure that George--who, I feel sure, has gone to join Saul Harrington--would wish us to go on as usual. Yes, Denton? Dinner?"

"No, miss; I only came to say that there is no wine up."

"No wine, Denton?"

"No, miss; but if you get out the keys I could go down and fetch it from the cellar."

"Yes, yes; of course," said Gertrude. "I'll go with you."

"No, no, my dear," cried Mrs Hampton; "we take so little, and I am sure Mr Hampton will not mind to-day."

The old lawyer's face was a study, and he took out his handkerchief and blew quite a blast.

"My beloved wife," he said, "I am quite willing to forego a good many things, but my gla.s.s of sherry with my dinner, and my gla.s.s of port afterwards, are little matters which have grown so customary that--"

"Now, I'm sure, Hampton," began the old lady.

"Yes, my love, and so am I," he said decisively. "Gertrude, my dear, if you will give Denton the keys, I'll go myself, and get the wine, and-- Bless me, what a howl!"

The dog, which had been silent for hours, suddenly sent forth one of its long, low, mournful cries, which seemed to fill the place with the doleful sound.

Mrs Denton shook her head, and gazed inquiringly at the old lawyer, but beyond looking upon the cry as a temporary nuisance, whose effect only lasted the length of the sound, it seemed to make not the slightest impression upon him.

Gertrude led the way to the study, and, opening the gla.s.s door of the cabinet, took from the little drawer the cellar keys; everyone connected with the important parts of the house having, for many years past, had its resting-place in one of those drawers.

"Are you coming, too?" said Mr Hampton, smiling.

"Oh, yes," replied Gertrude; "I used often to go with dear uncle and carry the basket when I was quite a little child. I know the different bins well, and can show you which port and which sherry he used to get out for you and Dr Lawrence."

"Yes, and splendid wines they were," said the old lawyer, smiling. "No, no, Gertie, my dear, you must not cut off my gla.s.s of wine."

"I have the basket and a light, sir," said the old housekeeper, appearing at the door.

"Thank you, Denton. You need not come. I'll carry--"

"The light," said the old lawyer, smiling. "Give me the basket, Mrs Denton. Now then, Gertie, my dear; if a stranger came and saw me now, he'd say: 'What a shabby-looking old butler they have at The Mynns.'"

Gertrude took the candle and led the way to the cellar door, which the old lawyer opened, and the girl went first. Then the second door was opened, and they went on over the sawdust-covered floor, inhaling the mingled odour of damp wood, mildew, and wine.

"Ha!" sighed the old man, as he looked to right and left at the stacked-up bottles: "It's a weakness and a vain longing, no doubt, Gertrude, my dear; but there is one thing at The Mynns I do look upon with envy, and that is the cellar. Bless my heart! is that dog going to howl like that all night?"

"No, no," said Gertrude, with an involuntary s.h.i.+ver, as the low mournful cry penetrated to where they stood. "Poor Bruno! he has been sadly hurt. There, Mr Hampton, that is the sherry," she continued, pointing to a bin which had only been lowered about a fourth.

"Then we'll have a bottle of you," said the old man, carefully taking one by the neck from its sawdust bed.

"And that is the port," continued Gertrude, holding up the light, to point to the other side of the cellar.

"Ha!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the old man, with all the enjoyment of a connoisseur, as he again carefully lifted a bottle with its lime-wash mark across the end. "No, no, Mrs Hampton, you must not have it all your own way.

Gertie, my dear, if I stand that up I shall spoil it. Would you mind carrying this bottle by the neck?"

"Oh, no; I'll carry it," she said hastily, as if eager to get out of the crypt-like place. "I have it. Oh, Bruno, Bruno!" she exclaimed, as another low, deep howl, from apparently close at hand, reached their ears. "You had better take a bottle of the old Burgundy, too, Mr Hampton."

"Well, yes; perhaps I might as well, Gertie; but I shall use you as a b.u.t.tress against Mrs Hampton's wrath."

"Oh, yes," cried Gertrude laughingly, "I'll defend you. That's the bin--the Chambertin."

"Prince of wines," muttered the old man, crossing to the bin his companion had pointed out, while his shadow cast by the candle she held was thrown upon ceiling and wall in a peculiarly grotesque fas.h.i.+on, as if he were the goblin of the cave.

"Now," he said, as he carefully placed the bottle in the basket, "we shall be all right, even if George comes back. Bless my soul! what's that?"

For Gertrude uttered a wild shriek, there was a crash, and they were in utter darkness.