by Fergus Hume
CHAPTER XX
THE MASTER MAGICIAN
Next morning, Dora being at school as usual, Bella received Cyril andDurgo in Miss Ankers' tiny drawing-room to discuss the position ofaffairs with regard to the Huxham mystery. In the negro's opinion it wasno longer a mystery, for after hearing Bella's account of Granny Tunks'utterances while in the trance he unhesitatingly pronounced Henry Vandguilty.
"But on what evidence?" asked Cyril, who, like Bella, had small beliefin the manifestation of the unseen.
"The evidence that Granny said that she did say," returned Durgoquietly.
"That evidence would not be accepted in a court of law," remarked Bella.
"I am aware of that. I have not been to Oxford for nothing, missy. Butit gives me a clue, which I shall follow up. This afternoon I shall seeMrs. Tunks and question her."
"But if she really knows anything," said Cyril, after a pause, "it willprove that her trance statements were by design and from practicalknowledge."
"I am sure they were," said Bella emphatically. "I fancied that asGranny did not see the second set of papers, which Durgo got from Mr.Pence, that she did not know the name of Maxwell Faith, my father. Butnow I remember that in the first set, which she found and delivered toyou, Durgo, my father's name was also mentioned; also the number and thevalue of the jewels. All her talk was of the jewels."
"And of the murder of your real father by Huxham," said Durgo drily;"that was not in the first set of papers, and was only lightly referredto in the second set."
"That is strange," said Cyril reflectively.
"You no doubt think so," said the negro calmly, "as you disbelieve allthat you can't see or prove. I know otherwise."
"But, Durgo," argued Cyril, surprised at this assumption, "you have beento Oxford, and surely must have rid yourself of these barbarous Africansuperstitions."
"You call them superstitions because you don't know their esotericmeaning. But there is such a thing as magic, white and black."
"Magic! Pshaw!"
Durgo shrugged his shoulders. "Of course I never argue with anunbeliever, Cyril Lister," he said indifferently, "but the Wise Men camefrom the East, remember, and Europe is indebted to the East for most ofher civilisation."
"But not to Africa."
"Africa has had her ancient civilisations also. In the time of theAtlanteans--but it's useless talking of such matters. All I say is, thatthere are certain natural laws which, when known, can enable anyone topart what you call the spirit from the body. When the spiritual eyes areopen, much can be seen that it is difficult to prove on the physicalplane."
"I don't understand what you mean by these planes," grumbled Lister.
"Quite so, and it would be useless for me to explain. But facts beyondyour imagining exist, and had I the time I could prove much to you. Mrs.Tunks is what we call clairvoyant, and when in a trance state cansee--well, you heard her say what she saw, Miss Huxham."
Bella was also sceptical. "She must have read the first set of papers?"
"Probably she did, since woman is an animal filled with curiosity," saidDurgo good-humouredly. "I don't mean to say that Granny Tunks isentirely genuine. There is a good deal of humbug about her, as there isabout all the Romany tribes. She may have known about the jewels, andeven your real father's name, but she did not know about his murder.Mrs. Tunks has a small portion of clairvoyant power, which does not actat all times. When that fails her she resorts to trickery."
"Like spiritualists?" suggested Cyril.
"Exactly," assented the negro with decision. "In all phenomena connectedwith the unseen there is a great measure of truth, but charlatans spoilthe whole business by resorting to trickery when their powers fail. AndI may say that the spiritual powers do not act always, since in a greatmeasure we are ignorant of the laws which govern them. But enough ofthis discussion. I do not seek to convince you. I shall see Mrs. Tunksthis afternoon and gain from her actual proof of Vand's guilt."
"But I fancied that you believed my father to be guilty," said Cyril.
"So I did, and if he were I would not mind, since Huxham was a rogue.But from what Miss Faith--"
"Miss Huxham," interposed Bella hastily, "until this mystery is clearedup."
"Very good. Well, from what Miss Huxham overheard I am inclined to thinkthat Vand murdered the old sailor, aided by his wife."
"For what reason?"
"You supplied it yourself, Miss Huxham; so that they might get hismoney."
"But what about Pence's confession?" said Cyril. "He might havecommitted the deed himself."
"No; he had no reason to kill the old man, who was on his side in thematter of the marriage with Miss Huxham here. Besides, if Pence wasguilty he certainly would not have composed what he did, and assuredlywould not have produced the one hundred pounds he stole. Now that hismadness for Miss Huxham is past, Pence has behaved like a rationalbeing, and will do his best to assist us in solving this mystery." Durgopaused, then turned to the white man. "Cyril Lister, you put anadvertisement into several London papers a week ago?"
"Yes; I did so without telling you, as I hoped to surprise you with aletter from my father telling us of his whereabouts. How do you know?"
"I saw the _Telegraph_ yesterday and also the _Daily Mail_," said Durgo,nodding approvingly; "you did well. Have you had any answer?"
"If I had you should have seen it," said Cyril, wrinkling his brows ashe always did when he was perplexed. "What can have become of him?"
Durgo struck his large hands together in despair. "I fear my masterEdwin Lister is dead," he said mournfully.
"Why?" asked Bella and her lover simultaneously.
"Miss Huxham, you repeated to me that Granny Tunks in her trance saidthat the knife lying on the floor when the cripple entered to killHuxham, was already bloody. Can't you see?"
"See what?"
"That if the knife were already bloody, Huxham must have killed my masterEdwin Lister, and then was killed in turn by Vand the cripple."
Cyril looked impatient. "That is all the black magic rubbish you talkof."
"Well, then, if my master, your father, is alive and has the jewels, whydoes he not write to me or to you? He knows he can trust us both. Eventhe advertisements have failed. No"--Durgo looked gloomy--"my heartmisgives me sadly!" He arose abruptly. "Meet me at the 'Chequers,' CyrilLister, and I shall tell you what I learn from Mrs. Tunks."
"Can't I come also to see her?"
"Yes, if you like. Perhaps I shall be able to dispel your disbeliefregarding these occult powers which she and I possess."
"Is that why Mrs. Tunks calls you master?"
"Yes. She recognised that I had higher powers than she, when we firstmet, and so I was enabled to make her get those papers. Do you think shewould have done so unless I had controlled her? No. Not even for thefifty pounds which I am taking to her to-day. She can make a bettermarket out of Vand and his wife. She knows their guilt."
"But cannot prove their guilt."
"Perhaps," said the negro indifferently. "Good-day", and he departed inhis usual abrupt style, after bidding Cyril meet him at three o'clock atthe hut of the so-called witch. The lovers looked at one another.
"What do you think of it all, Cyril?" asked Bella timidly.
"I really don't know. We seem to be involved in a web through which wecannot break? Durgo certainly seems to be a very strange being, and inspite of my disbelief in the existence of occult powers I am inclined tothink that he knows some strange things. He looks like a negro, andtalks and acts like a white man. Indeed, no white man would be sounselfish as to surrender those jewels to you as Durgo has done."
"He puzzles me," said Bella thoughtfully.
"And me also. However, the best thing to be done will be to leavematters in his hands. In one way or another he will learn the truth, andthen we can get back the jewels and marry."
"Do you think your father has the jewels, Cyril?"
"My dear," he said frowning, "I can't be sure now that my father
isalive. I begin to believe that there may be something in Granny'strances, after all, since she hinted at my father's death at Huxham'shands. And terrible as it may seem," added Lister, turning slightly palewith emotion, "I would rather think that he was dead than live to becalled the murderer of Jabez Huxham. I would like to come to you," hesaid, folding Bella in his strong young arms, "as the son of a man whosehands are free from blood. Better for my father to be dead than acriminal."
The two talked on this matter for some time, until their confidenceswere ended by the entrance of Dora, hungry for her dinner. Then Cyriltook his leave, promising to return and tell Bella all that took placein Mrs. Tunks' hut. Being anxious, the girl made a very poor meal, andwas scolded by Dora, who little knew what was at stake. But Dorasupplied one unconscious piece of information which surprised herfriend.
"I think Mr. and Mrs. Vand are going away for a trip," she saidcarelessly.
"What do you mean?" asked Bella, starting so violently that she upsetthe water-jug.
Dora looked surprised. "My dear, you are not so fond of your aunt as todisplay such emotion. I merely say that the Vands are going away."
"When? Where? How do you know?"
"Very soon, I believe, as they are packing, but where they are going Idon't know. Sarah Jope, the servant, whose sister is at the school, cameflying home last night to her mother with a cock and bull story about aghost at the Manor. This morning she went to get her belongings, as sheinsists upon leaving the house. She found Mrs. Vand and her husbandpacking for immediate departure and was bundled out by her indignantmistress, boxes and all, with a flea in her ear. Sarah Jope's sister toldme this just before I came home to dinner."
"The Vands going away!" said Bella in dismay. This seemed to prove thatthey were guilty, and wished to escape. "I thought they were going towait for the harvest home."
"I daresay they will be back in a month, and the Bleacres corn won't bereaped until then. I only wish they would remain away altogether. Youraunt is a horrid woman, Bella, though her husband is a dear."
Bella did not echo the compliment, for, after what she had seen on theprevious night, she was inclined to think that Henry Vand was the worseof the two, evil as his wife might be. At all events, he was thestronger, and Rosamund Vand was a mere tool in his hands. She was on thepoint of going to Cyril's lodgings to warn him and Durgo of thisprojected departure of the Manor-house inhabitants, but on reflectionshe concluded to wait until he returned from Mrs. Tunks' hut. After all,the Vands could not leave Marshely before night-fall, and would have topass through the village on their way to the far-distant railwaystation. If necessary they could thus be intercepted at the eleventhhour.
Mrs. Tunks was seated by the fire in her dingy hut, absorbed in her ownthoughts, which she assisted by smoking a dirty black pipe. In the nextroom her grandson still turned and tossed, watched by a bright-eyedgipsy girl, whom the old woman had engaged from a passing family of herkinsfolk. But the man no longer raved, as the worst of the delirium hadpassed. He was sensible enough, but weak, and looked the mere shadow ofhis former stalwart self. Mrs. Tunks feared lest he should die, and wasmuch disturbed in consequence, as he was her sole support. Without hergrandson's earnings she could not hope to keep a roof above her head, asher fees for consultations as a wise woman were woefully small. She didnot dare to make them larger in case her visitors should warn the policeof her doings. And Mrs. Tunks, for obvious reasons, did not wish for aninterview with Dutton, the village constable.
Smoking her pipe, crouching over the smouldering fire, and wondering howshe could obtain money, the old woman did not hear the door open andshut. Not until a black hand was laid on her shoulder did she turn, tosee that Durgo was in the hut with Cyril behind him. Paying no attentionto the white man, she rose and fawned like a dog on the black.
"He's ill, master," she whimpered, clawing Durgo's rough tweed sleeve,"and if he goes there's no one to help me. Give him something to makehim well; set him on his legs again."
"Do you think I can do so?" asked Durgo, with a grave smile.
Mrs. Tunks peered at him with her bleared eyes and struck her skinnyhands together. "I can swear to it, master. You know much I don't know,and I know heaps as the Gorgios--my curse on them!--would give theirears to learn. Come, lovey--I mean master--help me in this and I'll helpyou in other ways."
"Such as by telling us who murdered Huxham," put in Cyril injudiciously.
"Me, deary! Lor', I don't know who killed the poor gentleman," and Mrs.Tunk's face became perfectly vacant of all expression.
Durgo turned frowning on the white man. "I said that I would let youcome if you did not speak," he remarked in a firm whisper; "you havebroken your promise already."
Cyril apologised in low tones. "I won't say another word," he said, andtook a seat on a broken chair near the window.
Mrs. Tunks cringed and bent before Durgo, evidently regarding him withawe, as might her sister-witches the Evil One, when he appeared atfestivals. The negro glanced towards the closed door of the other room."Who is watching your grandson?" he asked sharply.
"A Romany gal, as I found----"
"That will do. I want no listeners. Call her out and turn her out."
The old woman entered the other room, and soon returned driving beforeher a black-eyed slip of a child about thirteen years of age. This bratprotested that Tunks was restless and could not be left.
"I shall quieten him," said the negro quickly; "get out, you!" and hefixed so fierce a glance on the small girl that she fled rapidly. AndCyril saw that the girl was not one easily frightened.
"Now to put your grandson to sleep," said Durgo, passing into the nextroom, and Cyril saw his great hands hover over the restless man on thebed. He made strange passes and spoke strange words, while Mrs. Tunkslooked on, shaking and trembling. In two minutes the sick man layperfectly still, and to all appearances was sound asleep. Durgo returnedto the outer room.
"You'll cure him, master, won't you?" coaxed Mrs. Tunks.
"Yes. I'll cure him if you tell me what you know of this murder."
"I don't know anything, master."
Mrs. Tunks looked obstinate yet terrified. Durgo stared at her in amesmeric sort of way, and threw out his hand. The woman crouched andwrithed in evident agony. "Oh, deary me, I'm all burnt up and aching,and shrivelled cruel. Don't--oh, don't! I'll be good. I'll be good;" andshe wriggled.
"Will you speak?" said the negro sternly.
"Yes, yes! only take the spell off me, deary--master, I mean."
"You feel no pain now," said Durgo quickly, and at once an air of reliefpassed over Mrs. Tunks' withered face. She sat down on a stool andfolded her claw-like hands on her lap. Durgo leaned against thefire-place. "What do you know of this murder?" he asked.
"I don't know much, save what he"--she nodded towards the room whereinlay her sleeping grandson--"what he said when he was mad with the drink.Get him to speak, master, and you'll learn everything."
"In good time I'll make him speak," said Durgo with impressivequietness. "Now I ask your questions. Answer! Do you hear?"
"Yes, master; yes, I hear. I answer," said the trembling old creature.
"Did you tell the truth in your trance last night?"
Mrs. Tunks looked up with awe. "He knows everything, does the master,"she breathed softly, then replied with haste, "Yes. I spoke of what Isaw."
"Did you see all you spoke of, or did you make up some?"
"I spoke of what I saw," said Mrs. Tunks decidedly, "and you know,master, how I saw it. I loosened the spirit, and it went to look. But Idon't say but what I didn't know much from what Luke raved about."
"So you knew before Vand took you to the Manor-house for this trance,that he had murdered Huxham?"
"Yes, master, I did know, but I wasn't sure till I saw with the Sight."
"Luke"--Durgo nodded towards the inner room in his turn--"Luke knowsthat Vand murdered Huxham?"
"Yes, master. I believe," said Granny, sinking her voice, "that he saw
the doings through the window of the study. He never said naught to me,though I wondered where he got so much money to get drunk every day. Butwhen he was mad with the drink, he talked and talked all the night. ThenI knew that he had got money from Mr. Vand for holding his tongue."
"Tell me what he said?" commanded Durgo.
"He raved disjointed like," said Mrs. Tunks with great humility; "but hetalked of Mr. Vand coming in when Captain Huxham was looking at a box ofjewels. There was a knife on the floor, and Mr. Vand stabbed CaptainHuxham with that knife, and then dropped it behind the desk."
"Was his wife with him?"
"No. She was in the kitchen."
"Was there another man with Huxham before Vand came?"
"Luke said nothing of that. But he did say," added Mrs. Tunks quickly,"that he was going to America with Mr. and Mrs. Vand, and raved of thegood time he would have with them."
"When are they going?"
"I don't know, master. Luke didn't say."
Cyril would have interrupted to ask a question about his missing father,as he could not understand why Durgo had not threshed out that importantpoint. But at the first sound of his voice the negro frowned him untoimmediate silence. When all was quiet, Durgo looked directly at Granny,and made passes. "Sleep, sleep, sleep!" he said, and Cyril could see bythe working of his face that he was putting out his will to induce ahypnotic condition. "Sleep, I say."
The old woman must have been a marvellously sensitive subject, for sheleaned against the wall--her stool had no back--and closed her eyes inapparent deep slumber almost immediately. Her face was perfectlyexpressionless, and her limbs were absolutely still. She looked--asCyril thought, with a shudder--like a corpse. Durgo spoke softly in herear: "Are you free?" he asked gently.
"Yes," said Mrs. Tunks, in a far-away, faint voice.
"Go to the Manor-house."
"I am there."
"Enter!"
"The door is fast closed," said Mrs. Tunks, still faintly.
"Doors are no bars to you now; you can pass through the door."
There came a short pause. "I have passed. I am inside."
"Seek out Vand and his wife," commanded the negro softly.
"I have found them."
"What are they doing?" demanded Durgo, sharply.
"Packing boxes," came the response, without hesitation; "they talk ofgoing away to-night."
"Where to?"
"I can't say: they don't mention the place. But they leave theManor-house under cover of darkness to-night."
"Look for the jewels."
"I have looked."
"Where are they?"
"In a small portmanteau, marked with two initials."
"What are the initials?"
"M. F. Oh!" Mrs. Tunks' voice became very weary. "The mist has come on.I can see no more. It is not permitted to know more."
Durgo looked disappointed, and seemed inclined to force his will. Butafter a frowning pause, he waved his hands rapidly, and spoke with greatsharpness.
"Come back," he said briefly, and after a moment or so, the old womanopened her eyes quietly. Her gaze met the angry one of Durgo, and shewinced.
"Have I not pleased you, master?" she asked, timidly.
"Yes. You have pleased me. But I wish you could have learned more."
"What did I say?" asked Granny, wonderingly.
"Never mind. Here"--Durgo produced a small canvas bag from hispocket--"this is the money you have earned."
Mrs. Tunks hastily untied the mouth of the bag, and poured a glitteringstream of gold into her lap. "Fifty sovereigns, lovey," she mumbled, hereyes glowing with avaricious delight. "Thank you, master; oh, thankyou."
"In an hour," said Durgo, indifferent to her thanks, "I shall send you asmall bottle containing a draught, which you can give to your grandson.It will put him right; but of course a few days will elapse before hecan get quite strong again. This place"--he glanced disparagingly roundthe dingy hut--"is not healthy."
"So I thought, master. And to-night Luke is going to my sister'scaravan. It's on the road outside Marshely, and the gel can take himthere. If Luke has a month or two of the open road, he'll soon behimself again. Anything more I can tell you, master?"
"No. But to-night I am coming here, shortly after moonrise. Get rid ofyour grandson beforehand, if you can."
"What is to be done, master?"
"Never mind. Do as you're told. Good-day," and Durgo, beckoning toCyril, went out of the hut. The white man followed, in a state of greatamazement.
"How did you manage all that?" he asked wonderingly.
"Hypnotism," said Durgo shortly. "You heard that Mr. and Mrs. Vandintend to fly to-night?"
"I have heard: yet I cannot believe in that hanky-panky."
Durgo shrugged his shoulders and argued no more. But when Cyril came tohis lodgings, and found a note from Bella stating that she had heard ofthe Vands' intention of leaving the Manor-house, he disbelieved nolonger. Nay, more, for on the authority of Mrs. Tunks' hypnoticconfessions, he believed that the Vands also possessed thelong-sought-for jewels.
