The Mynns' Mystery Part 57

Meanwhile George Harrington sat in the dining-room thinking over the problem he had set himself to solve, till he felt perfectly convinced that Saul had, for some reason, had an encounter with the dog, been severely bitten, and had then nearly killed his a.s.sailant, leaving him for dead.

He was just hard at work, trying whether it was possible to connect this with his enemy's disappearance, when he became aware of the fact that after nodding very peacefully, as if bowing to the counterfeit resemblance of his old friend on the wall, the lawyer suddenly sat up with a jerk.

"I beg your pardon, sir," he said confusedly; "I am not used to this sort of thing."

"Then lie down on the sofa and have a nap, sir," said the young man quietly.

"No, I am not going to give in; but do you know, Mr Blank, I think a cigar and a good gla.s.s of toddy would be pleasant, soothing, stimulating and everything good one could say of it."

"Yes, it would be pleasant," said George Harrington smiling.

"Then I shall take the liberty, as executor, and poor old James Harrington's friend, of helping myself."

"Easier to propose than to perform," said the old lawyer, after an examination. "Sideboard, cupboards, cellarettes and sarcophagus all locked up. Can't rouse the ladies; it would be brutal. But I tell you what; I know. Come with me."

He led the way into the hall, lit a candle, and, leaving it on the slab, went softly into the study, followed by George.

"Still asleep?" he whispered.

"Yes, and calmer," was the reply.

"Look here, Lawrence, I've been thinking that a gla.s.s of toddy and one of the old Partagas apiece would be good medicine, eh? Excusable under the circ.u.mstances?"

"My dear Hampton, you ought to have been a physician," said the doctor smiling.

"There, Mr Blank," whispered the old lawyer, rubbing his hands; "indorsed by the faculty. Here are the cigars," he said, opening the cabinet and taking out a box; "and here is a spirit-stand, but it is empty, I know; but I thought of going to the cellar and getting a bottle of that old Cognac from the far bin. Would you mind letting me reach to that drawer? Bless my heart, I seem to be quite at home in the old place."

He opened the drawer, took out the cellar keys softly, nodded to the doctor, and, followed by George Harrington, went out, closed the door carefully, and then descended the pa.s.sage and the few steps leading to the cellar door.

"Now, I do not hold, Mr Blank," said the old man, pausing, candle in one hand, keys in the other, before the door, "that you are the rightful heir here; but I do say this, that the real Simon Pure will own as fine a cellar of wine as any man in the country."

"Many a good bottle of which, my dear sir, I hope we shall discuss."

"Ah, that remains to be proved. Would you mind holding the candle?

Thanks. Look like burglars or debauchees, opening cellars at this time of the night; but my poor old friend had some very choice Cognac. Come along. Now, the other door. Hold up the light. Bin number twenty-four. Bless my soul, what's that?"

A long, low, dismal howl close behind them nearly made the lawyer drop the long-necked bottle.

"That dog escaped?" cried George Harrington excitedly; and as there was a panting noise, he caught at the collar of the dimly-seen dog as it came by him; but instead of struggling, the great beast rose upon its hind legs, planted its paws upon his breast, threw up its head again, and uttered its dismal howl.

"The gardener must have let him out," said George quickly.

"And Saul Harrington must be dead," said the old lawyer, in a solemn whisper, which seemed to run along the roof of the gloomy, crypt-like place.

CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.

NEW MORTAR.

They hurried to the door as soon as they had recovered from the first shock.

"Look here, sir," said George, "what shall we do about the dog?"

"Ah, I forgot him. It would be too horrible to let him get into the room where the poor fellow is. Yes, poor fellow! _De mortuis, et cetera_. Come along, Mr Blank, and we'll lock the dog in here for a few hours."

"Good idea," was the reply; and the outer door of the cellar was locked upon Bruno, who made no attempt to follow; but when they reached the study door, all was perfectly still, and upon George's turning the handle softly, the doctor quickly raised his head and gave them a nod.

"Got it?" he said. "I'll have mine here."

"How is Mr Saul?" said the old lawyer in a trembling voice.

"Unchanged. He will have another paroxysm, though, when the effects of the medicine pa.s.s off."

"Doctor Lawrence," said George quickly, as he gazed searchingly in the old man's eyes, "are not these symptoms very similar to those which would occur if a man had been bitten by a savage or mad dog?"

"Almost identical, sir," said the old doctor. "But Mr Saul a.s.sured me that the wound was not a bite, but an abrasure that had gone bad, consequent upon ignorant treatment by a foreign doctor, and was poisoning the blood."

"Thank you, sir," said the young man gravely; and as soon as the lawyer had replaced the keys, they quietly left the room, and were on their way to prepare the hot spirit and water, when they stopped short, and Mr Hampton grasped his companion's arm, as from the cellar, sounding smothered and strange, there came the low howl of the dog.

"We must stop that," said the lawyer excitedly. "I don't think I'm at all superst.i.tious, but when you know a patient is in a dangerous state, it is too horrible to have a dog uttering those blood-curdling howls."

"It does not sound pleasant," said George thoughtfully.

"Stop a moment; I know," whispered Mr Hampton; and he went down the pa.s.sage, and unhooked a baize door fastened back against the wall, the effect being that the sound was deadened, though not destroyed.

"That must do for the present," he said. "I dread our having another scene with that brute."

"Is he always as savage and fierce as I saw him?" asked George.

"Oh, dear, no. As a rule the quietest and most docile of animals, but he never seems to have liked Saul Harrington."

"Is anything the matter?" said a voice in a low whisper, and they found that Gertrude had come softly down the stairs, and that Mrs Hampton was looking over the bal.u.s.trade.

"No, nothing is wrong," said George hastily.

"But I heard Bruno howling. Yes: there it is again."

George explained the reason, and after a few moments' conversation they were about to return upstairs when, in spite of the closed doors, the dog's howl came in a deep, low, thrilling tone, and directly after he began to bark in a deep utterance that seemed to vibrate through the house.

"He'll set that young fellow off again," said George Harrington sharply.

"I'll try and get him back to the stable."

"I'll come and help you," said Gertrude quietly.

"No; the animal developed such strange ferocity that I don't think it is safe."

"Safe? Bruno would not hurt me," said Gertrude, with a smile.