Part 16 (1/2)
At first he did nothing but stare vacantly, but presently a look of intelligence flashed into his eyes. Then he gave a shrug, as if he was disgusted with himself, which was followed by an expression of grim determination.
”Master Blake,” he said solemnly, ”it's that waccinatin' process as hev done it. Simon Slowden couldn't hev bin sich a nincomp.o.o.p if he hadn't bin waccinated 'gainst whoopin' cough, measles, and small-pox. Yer honour,” he continued, ”after I wur waccinated I broke out in a kind of rash all over, and that 'ere rash must have robbed me of my senses; but I'm blowed--There, I can't say fairer nor that.”
”Why, what do you think?”
”I daren't tell you, yer honour, for fear I'll make another mistake. I thowt, sur, as it would take a hangel with black wings to nick me like this 'ere, and now I've bin done by somebody; but it's the waccinatin', yer honour--it's the waccination. In the Proverbs of Job we read, 'fool and his money soon parted,' and so we can see 'ow true the teachin' is to-day.”
”But what is to be done, Simon?”
Simon shook his head, and then said solemnly, ”I'm away from my bearin's, sur. I thought when I wur done the last time it should be the last time. It wur in this way, sur. I was in the doctor's service as waccinated me. Says he, when he'd done, 'Simon, you'll never have small-pox now.' 'Think not?' says I. 'Never,' says he; and when Susan the 'ousemaid heard on it, she says, 'I am so glad, Simon.' Then, says I, 'Susan, when people are married they're converted into one flesh.
That's scripter. You get married to me,' says I, 'and you'll be kept free from small-pox, without goin' threw this yer willifyin' process.'
Wi' that she looks at me, and she says, 'You are purty, and I'll try you for three months; if you don't get small-pox in that time, why then--we'll talk about it.' So I says, 'Say yes at once, Susan. The doctor says I can't get it, so there's no sort o' fear.' I wur young and simple then, and thowt doctors never made a mistake. Well, sur, in two months more I were down wi' small-pox, and when I got up again I wur a sight to behold. As soon as I wur fit to be seen I went to Susan to git a mite o' comfort, and then I see 'er a-courtin' wi' the coachman. And I says to myself, 'Simon Slowden,' I says, 'this yer is the last time you must be ever taken in;' and now I'm right mad that I should 'a bin licked in this yer way.”
I could not help laughing at Simon's story, in spite of my heavy heart, and so I asked him what the doctor said when he found vaccination a failure.
”Sent me off without a character, sur,” he replied grimly. ”Said he couldn't keep a servant as would be a livin' advertis.e.m.e.nt as 'ow his pet 'obby wer a failure. And so I allays say as 'ow waccination is my ruin. It's ruined my blood and weakened my brain. Still,” continued Simon, with a sly look, ”I reckon as 'ow I'll be a match for that 'ere doubly waccinated ghost as frightened me so.”
I could get nothing more from him. He had formed some notion about the apparition which he would not divulge, so we devoted our attention to sport, and, after frightening a good many rabbits, we returned to the hall.
Nothing of importance happened through the day, except an inquiry which Tom made among the servants. Each declared that they were entirely ignorant as to the appearance of the ghost, and all were evidently too frightened to doubt the truth of their statement. Thus when evening came nothing was known of it.
Kaffar did not speak to me from the time I had seen him in the morning to dinner-time, and evidently avoided me. Voltaire, on the contrary, was unusually bland and smiling. He was pleasant and agreeable to every one, especially so to me.
After dinner we all found our way to the drawing-room, when the usual singing, flirting, and dancing programme was carried out. Suddenly, however, there was comparative silence. One voice only was heard, and that was the Egyptian's.
”Yes,” he was saying, ”I am what is called a superst.i.tious man. I believe in dreams, visions, and returned spirits of the dead. But, ah! I do not believe in made-up ghosts. Oh, you cold-blooded English people, don't mistake the impulsive Egyptian; don't accuse him of lack of faith in the unseen. So much do I believe in it, that sometimes I long to be with those who have gone. But, bah! the ghost last night was to deceive, to frighten. Got up by some villain for a purpose, and I can guess who he is.”
”This is serious,” said Tom Temple. ”I have inquired of the servants, who all a.s.sure me of their entire ignorance of the matter, and I cannot think that any of my guests would a.s.sume the person of the traditional ghost for no other purpose than to frighten the housekeeper and two or three servants. I'm by no means superst.i.tious, but I do not see how I can trace it to human origin.”
”I cannot see why any guest should a.s.sume the person of the traditional ghost, but some men have deep designing minds. They are like clever draught-players; they see half-a-dozen moves ahead, and so do that which to a novice appears meaningless and absurd.”
Then I heard another voice, one that caused my heart to beat wildly. It was Gertrude Forrest's. ”Mr. Kaffar says he can guess who the person is who has personated this ghost,” she said; ”I think it fair to every guest that he should speak out.”
”I would not like to say,” he said insultingly; ”perchance I should wound _your_ tender feelings too deeply.”
”Mr. Kaffar will remember he's speaking to a lady, I'm sure,” said Tom Temple.
”Pardon me,” said Kaffar, excitedly; ”I forgot I was in England, where men are the slaves of the ladies. With us it is different. We speak and they obey. I forgot I was not in Egypt. I have done very wrong. I implore the lady's pardon.”
”I see no meaning in your words,” said Miss Forrest, quietly, ”therefore I see nothing to forgive.”
”Ah, I live again. A heavy load is gone from my heart! I have not merited the lady's displeasure.”
”Still I think it right, if you have grounds for suspecting any one, that we should know,” said a voice; ”otherwise some one may be wrongly accused.”
”Do not ask me,” said Kaffar. ”Ask Mr. Blake.”
Instantly all eyes were turned on me, and, do as I might, I could not help an uncomfortable flush rising in my face. ”I do not know what Mr.