Part 28 (1/2)

”Why, yes.”

(V)

The moors had been pretty well shot over already since the twelfth of August, but the two had a very pleasant day, for all that, a couple of days later. They went but with a keeper and half a dozen beaters--Frank in an old homespun suit of Jack's, and his own powerful boots, and made a very tolerable bag. There was one dramatic moment, Jack told me, when they found that luncheon had been laid at a high point on the hills from which the great gray ma.s.s of Merefield and the s.h.i.+mmer of the lake in front of the house were plainly visible only eight miles away. The flag was flying, too, from the flagstaff on the old keep, showing, according to ancient custom, that Lord Talgarth was at home. Frank looked at it a minute or two with genial interest, and Jack wondered whether he had noticed, as he himself had, that even the Rectory roof could be made out, just by the church tower at the foot of the hill.

Neither said anything, but as the keeper came up to ask for orders as they finished lunch, he tactfully observed that there was a wonderful fine view of Merefield.

”Yes,” said Frank, ”you could almost make out people with a telescope.”

The two were walking together alone as they dropped down, an hour before sunset, on to the upper end of Barham. They were both glowing with the splendid air and exercise, and were just in that state of weariness that is almost unmixed physical pleasure to an imaginative thinker who contemplates a hot bath, a quant.i.ty of tea, and a long evening in a deep chair. Frank still preserved his impa.s.sive kind of att.i.tude towards things in general, but Jack noticed with gentle delight that he seemed more off his guard, and that he even walked with something more of an alert swing than he had on that first evening when they trudged up the drive together.

Their road led them past the gate of the old churchyard, and as they approached it, dropping their feet faster and faster down the steep slope, Jack noticed two figures sitting on the road-side, with their feet in the ditch--a man and a girl. He was going past them, just observing that the man had rather an unpleasant face, with a ragged mustache, and that the girl was sunburned, fair-haired and rather pretty, when he became aware that Frank had slipped behind him. The next instant he saw that Frank was speaking to them, and his heart dropped to zero.

”All right,” he heard Frank say, ”I was expecting you. This evening, then.... I say, Jack!”

Jack turned.

”Jack, this is Major and Mrs. Trustcott, I told you of. This is my friend, Mr.--er--Mr. Jack.”

Jack bowed vaguely, overwhelmed with disgust.

”Very happy to make your acquaintance, sir,” said the Major, straightening himself in a military manner. ”My good lady and I were resting here. Very pleasant neighborhood.”

”I'm glad you like it,” said Jack.

”Then, this evening,” said Frank again. ”Can you wait an hour or two?”

”Certainly, my boy,” said the Major. ”Time's no consideration with us, as you know.”

(Jack perceived that this was being said at him, to show the familiarity this man enjoyed with his friend.)

”Would nine o'clock be too late?”

”Nine o'clock it shall be,” said the Major.

”And here?”

”Here.”

”So long, then,” said Frank. ”Oh, by the way--” He moved a little closer to this appalling pair, and Jack stood off, to hear the sound of a sentence or two, and then the c.h.i.n.k of money.

”So long, then,” said Frank again. ”Come along, Jack; we must make haste.”

”Good-evening, sir,” cried the Major, but Jack made no answer.

”Frank, you don't mean to tell me that those are the people?”