The Pavilion on the Links
by Robert Louis Stevenson
I II III IV V VI
VII VIII IX
I was a great solitary when I was young. I made it my pride to
keep aloof and suffice for my own entertainment; and I may say that I
had neither friends nor acquaintances until I met that friend who
became my wife and the mother of my children. With one man only was
I on private terms; this was R. Northmour, Esquire, of Graden Easter,
in Scotland. We had met at college; and though there was not much
liking between us, nor even much intimacy, we were so nearly of a
humor that we could associate with ease to both. Misanthropes, we
believed ourselves to be; but I have thought since that we were only
sulky fellows. It was scarcely a companionship, but a coexistence in
unsociability. Northmour's exceptional violence of temper made it no
easy affair for him to keep the peace with anyone but me; and as he
respected my silent ways, and let me come and go as I pleased, I could
tolerate his presence without concern. I think we called each other
When Northmour took his degree and I decided to leave the
university without one, he invited me on a long visit to Graden
Easter; and it was thus that I first became acquainted with the scene
of my adventures. The mansion house of Graden stood in a bleak
stretch of country some three miles from the shore of the German
Ocean. It was as large as a barrack; and as it had been built of a
soft stone, liable to consume in the eager air of the seaside, it was
damp and draughty within and half ruinous without. It was impossible
for two young men to lodge with comfort in such a dwelling. But there
stood in the northern part of the estate, in a wilderness of links and
blowing sand hills, and between a plantation and the sea, a small
pavilion or belvedere, of modern design, which was exactly suited to
our wants; and in this hermitage, speaking little, reading much, and
rarely associating except at meals, Northmour and I spent four
tempestuous winter months. I might have stayed longer; but one March
night there sprung up between us a dispute, which rendered my
departure necessary. Northmour spoke hotly, I remember, and I suppose
I must have made some tart rejoinder. He leaped from his chair and
grappled me; I had to fight, without exaggeration, for my life; and
it was only with a great effort that I mastered him, for he was near
as strong in body as myself, and seemed filled with the devil. The
next morning, we met on our usual terms; but I judged it more delicate
to withdraw; nor did he attempt to dissuade me.
It was nine years before I revisited the neighborhood. I traveled
at that time with a tilt-cart, a tent, and a cooking stove, tramping
all day beside the wagon, and at night, whenever it was possible,
gypsying in a cove of the hills, or by the side of a wood. I believe
I visited in this manner most of the wild and desolate regions both in
England and Scotland; and, as I had neither friends nor relations, I
was troubled with no correspondence, and had nothing in the nature of
headquarters, unless it was the office of my solicitors, from whom I
drew my income twice a year. It was a life in which I delighted; and
I fully thought to have grown old upon the march, and at last died in
It was my whole business to find desolate corners, where I could
camp without the fear of interruption; and hence, being in another
part of the same shire, I bethought me suddenly of the Pavilion on
the Links. No thoroughfare passed within three miles of it. The
nearest town, and that was but a fisher village, was at a distance of
six or seven. For ten miles of length, and from a depth varying from
three miles to half a mile, this belt of barren country lay along the
sea. The beach, which was the natural approach, was full of
quicksands. Indeed I may say there is hardly a better place of
concealment in the United Kingdom. I determined to pass a week in
the Sea-Wood of Graden Easter, and making a long stage, reached it
about sundown on a wild September day.
The country, I have said, was mixed sand hill and links, LINKS
being a Scottish name for sand which has ceased drifting and become
more or less solidly covered with turf. The pavilion stood on an
even space: a little behind it, the wood began in a hedge of elders
huddled together by the wind; in front, a few tumbled sand hills
stood between it and the sea. An outcropping of rock had formed a
bastion for the sand, so that there was here a promontory in the
coast line between two shallow bays; and just beyond the tides, the
rock again cropped out and formed an islet of small dimensions but
strikingly designed. The quicksands were of great extent at low
water, and had an infamous reputation in the country. Close in
shore, between the islet and the promontory, it was said they would
swallow a man in four minutes and a half; but there may have been
little ground for this precision. The district was alive with
rabbits, and haunted by gulls which made a continual piping about the
pavilion. On summer days the outlook was bright and even gladsome;
but at sundown in September, with a high wind, and a heavy surf
rolling in close along the links, the place told of nothing but dead
mariners and sea disaster. A ship beating to windward on the horizon,
and a huge truncheon of wreck half buried in the sands at my feet,
completed the innuendo of the scene.
The pavilionit had been built by the last proprietor, Northmour's
uncle, a silly and prodigal virtuosopresented little signs of age.
It was two stories in height, Italian in design, surrounded by a
patch of garden in which nothing had prospered but a few coarse
flowers; and looked, with its shuttered windows, not like a house that
had been deserted, but like one that had never been tenanted by man.
Northmour was plainly from home; whether, as usual, sulking in the
cabin of his yacht, or in one of his fitful and extravagant
appearances in the world of society, I had, of course, no means of
guessing. The place had an air of solitude that daunted even a
solitary like myself; the wind cried in the chimneys with a strange
and wailing note; and it was with a sense of escape, as if I were
going indoors, that I turned away and, driving my cart before me,
entered the skirts of the wood.
The Sea-Wood of Graden had been planted to shelter the cultivated
fields behind, and check the encroachments of the blowing sand. As
you advanced into it from coastward, elders were succeeded by other
hardy shrubs; but the timber was all stunted and bushy; it led a life
of conflict; the trees were accustomed to swing there all night long
in fierce winter tempests; and even in early spring, the leaves were
already flying, and autumn was beginning, in this exposed plantation.
Inland the ground rose into a little hill, which, along with the
islet, served as a sailing mark for seamen. When the hill was open of
the islet to the north, vessels must bear well to the eastward to
clear Graden Ness and the Graden Bullers. In the lower ground, a
streamlet ran among the trees, and, being dammed with dead leaves and
clay of its own carrying, spread out every here and there, and lay in
stagnant pools. One or two ruined cottages were dotted about the
wood; and, according to Northmour, these were ecclesiastical
foundations, and in their time had sheltered pious hermits.
I found a den, or small hollow, where there was a spring of pure
water; and there, clearing away the brambles, I pitched the tent, and
made a fire to cook my supper. My horse I picketed farther in the
wood where there was a patch of sward. The banks of the den not only
concealed the light of my fire, but sheltered me from the wind, which
was cold as well as high.
The life I was leading made me both hardy and frugal. I never
drank but water, and rarely eat anything more costly than oatmeal;
and I required so little sleep, that, although I rose with the peep
of day, I would often lie long awake in the dark or starry watches of
the night. Thus in Graden Sea-Wood, although I fell thankfully asleep
by eight in the evening I was awake again before eleven with a full
possession of my faculties, and no sense of drowsiness or fatigue. I
rose and sat by the fire, watching the trees and clouds tumultuously
tossing and fleeing overhead, and hearkening to the wind and the
rollers along the shore; till at length, growing weary of inaction, I
quitted the den, and strolled toward the borders of the wood. A young
moon, buried in mist, gave a faint illumination to my steps; and the
light grew brighter as I walked forth into the links. At the same
moment, the wind, smelling salt of the open ocean and carrying
particles of sand, struck me with its full force, so that I had to bow
When I raised it again to look about me, I was aware of a light in
the pavilion. It was not stationary; but passed from one window to
another, as though some one were reviewing the different apartments
with a lamp or candle. I watched it for some seconds in great
surprise. When I had arrived in the afternoon the house had been
plainly deserted; now it was as plainly occupied. It was my first
idea that a gang of thieves might have broken in and be now
ransacking Northmour's cupboards, which were many and not ill
supplied. But what should bring thieves at Graden Easter? And,
again, all the shutters had been thrown open, and it would have been
more in the character of such gentry to close them. I dismissed the
notion, and fell back upon another. Northmour himself must have
arrived, and was now airing and inspecting the pavilion.
I have said that there was no real affection between this man and
me; but, had I loved him like a brother, I was then so much more in
love with solitude that I should none the less have shunned his
company. As it was, I turned and ran for it; and it was with genuine
satisfaction that I found myself safely back beside the fire. I had
escaped an acquaintance; I should have one more night in comfort. In
the morning, I might either slip away before Northmour was abroad, or
pay him as short a visit as I chose.
But when morning came, I thought the situation so diverting that I
forgot my shyness. Northmour was at my mercy; I arranged a good
practical jest, though I knew well that my neighbor was not the man
to jest with in security; and, chuckling beforehand over its success,
took my place among the elders at the edge of the wood, whence I could
command the door of the pavilion. The shutters were all once more
closed, which I remember thinking odd; and the house, with its white
walls and green venetians, looked spruce and habitable in the morning
light. Hour after hour passed, and still no sign of Northmour. I
knew him for a sluggard in the morning; but, as it drew on toward
noon, I lost my patience. To say the truth, I had promised myself to
break my fast in the pavilion, and hunger began to prick me sharply.
It was a pity to let the opportunity go by without some cause for
mirth; but the grosser appetite prevailed, and I relinquished my jest
with regret, and sallied from the wood.
The appearance of the house affected me, as I drew near; with
disquietude. It seemed unchanged since last evening; and I had
expected it, I scarce knew why, to wear some external signs of
habitation. But no: the windows were all closely shuttered, the
chimneys breathed no smoke, and the front door itself was closely
padlocked. Northmour, therefore, had entered by the back; this was
the natural, and indeed, the necessary conclusion; and you may judge
of my surprise when, on turning the house, I found the back door
My mind at once reverted to the original theory of thieves; and I
blamed myself sharply for my last night's inaction. I examined all
the windows on the lower story, but none of them had been tampered
with; I tried the padlocks, but they were both secure. It thus
became a problem how the thieves, if thieves they were, had managed
to enter the house. They must have got, I reasoned, upon the roof of
the outhouse where Northmour used to keep his photographic battery;
and from thence, either by the window of the study or that of my old
bedroom, completed their burglarious entry.
I followed what I supposed was their example; and, getting on the
roof, tried the shutters of each room. Both were secure; but I was
not to be beaten; and, with a little force, one of them flew open,
grazing, as it did so, the back of my hand. I remember, I put the
wound to my mouth, and stood for perhaps half a minute licking it
like a dog, and mechanically gazing behind me over the waste links
and the sea; and, in that space of time, my eye made note of a large
schooner yacht some miles to the north-east. Then I threw up the
window and climbed in.
I went over the house, and nothing can express my mystification.
There was no sign of disorder, but, on the contrary, the rooms were
unusually clean and pleasant. I found fires laid, ready for
lighting; three bedrooms prepared with a luxury quite foreign to
Northmour's habits, and with water in the ewers and the beds turned
down; a table set for three in the dining-room; and an ample supply
of cold meats, game, and vegetables on the pantry shelves. There
were guests expected, that was plain; but why guests, when Northmour
hated society? And, above all, why was the house thus stealthily
prepared at dead of night? and why were the shutters closed and the
I effaced all traces of my visit, and came forth from the window
feeling sobered and concerned.
The schooner yacht was still in the same place; and it flashed for
a moment through my mind that this might be the Red Earl bringing the
owner of the pavilion and his guests. But the vessel's head was set
the other way.
I returned to the den to cook myself a meal, of which I stood in
great need, as well as to care for my horse, whom I had somewhat
neglected in the morning. From time to time I went down to the edge
of the wood; but there was no change in the pavilion, and not a human
creature was seen all day upon the links. The schooner in the offing
was the one touch of life within my range of vision. She, apparently
with no set object, stood off and on or lay to, hour after hour; but
as the evening deepened, she drew steadily nearer. I became more
convinced that she carried Northmour and his friends, and that they
would probably come ashore after dark; not only because that was of a
piece with the secrecy of the preparations, but because the tide would
not have flowed sufficiently before eleven to cover Graden Floe and
the other sea quags that fortified the shore against invaders.
All day the wind had been going down, and the sea along with it;
but there was a return towards sunset of the heavy weather of the day
before. The night set in pitch dark. The wind came off the sea in
squalls, like the firing of a battery of cannon; now and then there
was a flaw of rain, and the surf rolled heavier with the rising tide.
I was down at my observatory among the elders, when a light was run
up to the masthead of the schooner, and showed she was closer in than
when I had last seen her by the dying daylight. I concluded that this
must be a signal to Northmour's associates on shore; and, stepping
forth into the links, looked around me for something in response.
A small footpath ran along the margin of the wood, and formed the
most direct communication between the pavilion and the mansion-
house; and, as I cast my eyes to that side, I saw a spark of light,
not a quarter of a mile away, and rapidly approaching. From its
uneven course it appeared to be the light of a lantern carried by a
person who followed the windings of the path, and was often staggered
and taken aback by the more violent squalls. I concealed myself once
more among the elders, and waited eagerly for the newcomer's advance.
It proved to be a woman; and, as she passed within half a rod of my
ambush, I was able to recognise the features. The deaf and silent old
dame, who had nursed Northmour in his childhood, was his associate in
this underhand affair.
I followed her at a little distance, taking advantage of the
innumerable heights and hollows, concealed by the darkness, and
favored not only by the nurse's deafness, but by the uproar of the
wind and surf. She entered the pavilion, and, going at once to the
upper story, opened and set a light in one of the windows that looked
toward the sea. Immediately afterwards the light at the schooner's
masthead was run down and extinguished. Its purpose had been
attained, and those on board were sure that they were expected. The
old woman resumed her preparations; although the other shutters
remained closed, I could see a glimmer going to and fro about the
house; and a gush of sparks from one chimney after another soon told
me that the fires were being kindled.
Northmour and his guests, I was now persuaded, would come ashore as
soon as there was water on the floe. It was a wild night for boat
service; and I felt some alarm mingle with my curiosity as I
reflected on the danger of the landing. My old acquaintance, it was
true, was the most eccentric of men; but the present eccentricity was
both disquieting and lugubrious to consider. A variety of feelings
thus led me toward the beach, where I lay flat on my face in a hollow
within six feet of the track that led to the pavilion. Thence, I
should have the satisfaction of recognizing the arrivals, and, if they
should prove to be acquaintances, greeting them as soon as they
Some time before eleven, while the tide was still dangerously low,
a boat's lantern appeared close in shore; and, my attention being
thus awakened, I could perceive another still far to seaward,
violently tossed, and sometimes hidden by the billows. The weather,
which was getting dirtier as the night went on, and the perilous
situation of the yacht upon a lee shore, had probably driven them to
attempt a landing at the earliest possible moment.
A little afterwards, four yachtsmen carrying a very heavy chest,
and guided by a fifth with a lantern, passed close in front of me as
I lay, and were admitted to the pavilion by the nurse. They returned
to the beach, and passed me a third time with another chest, larger
but apparently not so heavy as the first. A third time they made the
transit; and on this occasion one of the yachtsmen carried a leather
portmanteau, and the others a lady's trunk and carriage bag. My
curiosity was sharply excited. If a woman were among the guests of
Northmour, it would show a change in his habits, and an apostasy from
his pet theories of life, well calculated to fill me with surprise.
When he and I dwelt there together, the pavilion had been a temple of
misogyny. And now, one of the detested sex was to be installed under
its roof. I remembered one or two particulars, a few notes of
daintiness and almost of coquetry which had struck me the day before
as I surveyed the preparations in the house; their purpose was now
clear, and I thought myself dull not to have perceived it from the
While I was thus reflecting, a second lantern drew near me from the
beach. It was carried by a yachtsman whom I had not yet seen, and
who was conducting two other persons to the pavilion. These two
persons were unquestionably the guests for whom the house was made
ready; and, straining eye and ear, I set myself to watch them as they
passed. One was an unusually tall man, in a traveling hat slouched
over his eyes, and a highland cape closely buttoned and turned up so
as to conceal his face. You could make out no more of him than that
he was, as I have said, unusually tall, and walked feebly with a heavy
stoop. By his side, and either clinging to him or giving him
supportI could not make out whichwas a young, tall, and slender
figure of a woman. She was extremely pale; but in the light of the
lantern her face was so marred by strong and changing shadows, that
she might equally well have been as ugly as sin or as beautiful as I
afterwards found her to be.
When they were just abreast of me, the girl made some remark which
was drowned by the noise of the wind.
"Hush!" said her companion; and there was something in the tone
with which the word was uttered that thrilled and rather shook my
spirits. It seemed to breathe from a bosom laboring under the
deadliest terror; I have never heard another syllable so expressive;
and I still hear it again when I am feverish at night, and my mind
runs upon old times. The man turned toward the girl as he spoke; I
had a glimpse of much red beard and a nose which seemed to have been
broken in youth; and his light eyes seemed shining in his face with
some strong and unpleasant emotion.
But these two passed on and were admitted in their turn to the
One by one, or in groups, the seamen returned to the beach. The
wind brought me the sound of a rough voice crying, "Shove off!" Then,
after a pause, another lantern drew near. It was Northmour alone.
My wife and I, a man and a woman, have often agreed to wonder how a
person could be, at the same time, so handsome and so repulsive as
Northmour. He had the appearance of a finished gentleman; his face
bore every mark of intelligence and courage; but you had only to look
at him, even in his most amiable moment, to see that he had the temper
of a slaver captain. I never knew a character that was both explosive
and revengeful to the same degree; he combined the vivacity of the
south with the sustained and deadly hatreds of the north; and both
traits were plainly written on his face, which was a sort of danger
signal. In person, he was tall, strong, and active; his hair and
complexion very dark; his features handsomely designed, but spoiled by
a menacing expression.
At that moment he was somewhat paler than by nature; he wore a
heavy frown; and his lips worked, and he looked sharply round him as
he walked, like a man besieged with apprehensions. And yet I thought
he had a look of triumph underlying all, as though he had already done
much, and was near the end of an achievement.
Partly from a scruple of delicacywhich I dare say came too late
partly from the pleasure of startling an acquaintance, I desired to
make my presence known to him without delay.
I got suddenly to my feet, and stepped forward.
"Northmour!" said I.
I have never had so shocking a surprise in all my days. He leaped
on me without a word; something shone in his hand; and he struck for
my heart with a dagger. At the same moment I knocked him head over
heels. Whether it was my quickness, or his own uncertainty, I know
not; but the blade only grazed my shoulder, while the hilt and his
fist struck me violently on the mouth.
I fled, but not far. I had often and often observed the
capabilities of the sand hills for protracted ambush or stealthy
advances and retreats; and, not ten yards from the scene of the
scuffle, plumped down again upon the grass. The lantern had fallen
and gone out. But what was my astonishment to see Northmour slip at
a bound into the pavilion, and hear him bar the door behind him with a
clang of iron!
He had not pursued me. He had run away. Northmour, whom I knew
for the most implacable and daring of men, had run away! I could
scarce believe my reason; and yet in this strange business, where all
was incredible, there was nothing to make a work about in an
incredibility more or less. For why was the pavilion secretly
prepared? Why had Northmour landed with his guests at dead of night,
in half a gale of wind, and with the floe scarce covered? Why had he
sought to kill me? Had he not recognized my voice? I wondered. And,
above all, how had he come to have a dagger ready in his hand? A
dagger, or even a sharp knife, seemed out of keeping with the age in
which we lived; and a gentleman landing from his yacht on the shore of
his own estate, even although it was at night and with some mysterious
circumstances, does not usually, as a matter of fact, walk thus
prepared for deadly onslaught. The more I reflected, the further I
felt at sea. I recapitulated the elements of mystery, counting them
on my fingers: the pavilion secretly prepared for guests; the guests
landed at the risk of their lives and to the imminent peril of the
yacht; the guests, or at least one of them, in undisguised and
seemingly causeless terror; Northmour with a naked weapon; Northmour
stabbing his most intimate acquaintance at a word; last, and not least
strange, Northmour fleeing from the man whom he had sought to murder,
and barricading himself, like a hunted creature, behind the door of
the pavilion. Here were at least six separate causes for extreme
surprise; each part and parcel with the others, and forming all
together one consistent story. I felt almost ashamed to believe my
As I thus stood, transfixed with wonder, I began to grow painfully
conscious of the injuries I had received in the scuffle; skulked
round among the sand hills; and, by a devious path, regained the
shelter of the wood. On the way, the old nurse passed again within
several yards of me, still carrying her lantern, on the return
journey to the mansion house of Graden. This made a seventh
suspicious feature in the case. Northmour and his guests, it
appeared, were to cook and do the cleaning for themselves, while the
old woman continued to inhabit the big empty barrack among the
policies. There must surely be great cause for secrecy, when so many
inconveniences were confronted to preserve it.
So thinking, I made my way to the den. For greater security, I
trod out the embers of the fire, and lighted my lantern to examine
the wound upon my shoulder. It was a trifling hurt, although it bled
somewhat freely, and I dressed it as well as I could (for its position
made it difficult to reach) with some rag and cold water from the
spring. While I was thus busied, I mentally declared war against
Northmour and his mystery. I am not an angry man by nature, and I
believe there was more curiosity than resentment in my heart. But war
I certainly declared; and, by way of preparation, I got out my
revolver, and, having drawn the charges, cleaned and reloaded it with
scrupulous care. Next I became preoccupied about my horse. It might
break loose, or fall to neighing, and so betray my camp in the
Sea-Wood. I determined to rid myself of its neighborhood; and long
before dawn I was leading it over the links in the direction of the
For two days I skulked round the pavilion, profiting by the uneven
surface of the links. I became an adept in the necessary tactics.
These low hillocks and shallow dells, running one into another,
became a kind of cloak of darkness for my inthralling, but perhaps
Yet, in spite of this advantage, I could learn but little of
Northmour or his guests.
Fresh provisions were brought under cover of darkness by the old
woman from the mansion house. Northmour, and the young lady,
sometimes together, but more often singly, would walk for an hour or
two at a time on the beach beside the quicksand. I could not but
conclude that this promenade was chosen with an eye to secrecy; for
the spot was open only to seaward. But it suited me not less
excellently; the highest and most accidented of the sand hills
immediately adjoined; and from these, lying flat in a hollow, I could
overlook Northmour or the young lady as they walked.
The tall man seemed to have disappeared. Not only did he never
cross the threshold, but he never so much as showed face at a window;
or, at least, not so far as I could see; for I dared not creep forward
beyond a certain distance in the day, since the upper floors commanded
the bottoms of the links; and at night, when I could venture further,
the lower windows were barricaded as if to stand a siege. Sometimes I
thought the tall man must be confined to bed, for I remembered the
feebleness of his gait; and sometimes I thought he must have gone
clear away, and that Northmour and the young lady remained alone
together in the pavilion. The idea, even then, displeased me.
Whether or not this pair were man and wife, I had seen abundant
reason to doubt the friendliness of their relation. Although I could
hear nothing of what they said, and rarely so much as glean a decided
expression on the face of either, there was a distance, almost a
stiffness, in their bearing which showed them to be either unfamiliar
or at enmity. The girl walked faster when she was with Northmour than
when she was alone; and I conceived that any inclination between a man
and a woman would rather delay than accelerate the step. Moreover,
she kept a good yard free of him, and trailed her umbrella, as if it
were a barrier, on the side between them. Northmour kept sidling
closer; and, as the girl retired from his advance, their course lay at
a sort of diagonal across the beach, and would have landed them in the
surf had it been long enough continued. But, when this was imminent,
the girl would unostentatiously change sides and put Northmour between
her and the sea. I watched these maneuvers, for my part, with high
enjoyment and approval, and chuckled to myself at every move.
On the morning of the third day, she walked alone for some time,
and I perceived, to my great concern, that she was more than once in
tears. You will see that my heart was already interested more than I
supposed. She had a firm yet airy motion of the body, and carried her
head with unimaginable grace; every step was a thing to look at, and
she seemed in my eyes to breathe sweetness and distinction.
The day was so agreeable, being calm and sunshiny, with a tranquil
sea, and yet with a healthful piquancy and vigor in the air, that,
contrary to custom, she was tempted forth a second time to walk. On
this occasion she was accompanied by Northmour, and they had been but
a short while on the beach, when I saw him take forcible possession of
her hand. She struggled, and uttered a cry that was almost a scream.
I sprung to my feet, unmindful of my strange position; but, ere I had
taken a step, I saw Northmour bareheaded and bowing very low, as if to
apologize; and dropped again at once into my ambush. A few words were
interchanged; and then, with another bow, he left the beach to return
to the pavilion. He passed not far from me, and I could see him,
flushed and lowering, and cutting savagely with his cane among the
grass. It was not without satisfaction that I recognized my own
handiwork in a great cut under his right eye, and a considerable
discoloration round the socket.
For some time the girl remained where he had left her, looking out
past the islet and over the bright sea. Then with a start, as one
who throws off preoccupation and puts energy again upon its mettle,
she broke into a rapid and decisive walk. She also was much incensed
by what had passed. She had forgotten where she was. And I beheld
her walk straight into the borders of the quicksand where it is most
abrupt and dangerous. Two or three steps farther and her life would
have been in serious jeopardy, when I slid down the face of the sand
hill, which is there precipitous, and, running halfway forward, called
to her to stop.
She did so, and turned round. There was not a tremor of fear in
her behavior, and she marched directly up to me like a queen. I was
barefoot, and clad like a common sailor, save for an Egyptian scarf
round my waist; and she probably took me at first for some one from
the fisher village, straying after bait. As for her, when I thus saw
her face to face, her eyes set steadily and imperiously upon mine, I
was filled with admiration and astonishment, and thought her even more
beautiful than I had looked to find her. Nor could I think enough of
one who, acting with so much boldness, yet preserved a maidenly air
that was both quaint and engaging; for my wife kept an old-fashioned
precision of manner through all her admirable lifean excellent thing
in woman, since it sets another value on her sweet familiarities.
"What does this mean?" she asked.
"You were walking," I told her, "directly into Graden Floe."
"You do not belong to these parts," she said again. "You speak
like an educated man."
"I believe I have a right to that name," said I, "although in this
But her woman's eye had already detected the sash.
"Oh!" she said; "your sash betrays you."
"You have said the word BETRAY," I resumed. "May I ask you not to
betray me? I was obliged to disclose myself in your interest; but if
Northmour learned my presence it might be worse than disagreeable for
"Do you know," she asked, "to whom you are speaking?"
"Not to Mr. Northmour's wife?" I asked, by way of answer.
She shook her head. All this while she was studying my face with
an embarrassing intentness. Then she broke out
"You have an honest face. Be honest like your face, sir, and tell
me what you want and what you are afraid of. Do you think I could
hurt you? I believe you have far more power to injure me! And yet
you do not look unkind. What do you meanyou, a gentlemanby
skulking like a spy about this desolate place? Tell me," she said,
"who is it you hate?"
"I hate no one," I answered; "and I fear no one face to face. My
name is CassilisFrank Cassilis. I lead the life of a vagabond for
my own good pleasure. I am one of Northmour's oldest friends; and
three nights ago, when I addressed him on these links, he stabbed me
in the shoulder with a knife."
"It was you!" she said.
"Why he did so," I continued, disregarding the interruption, "is
more than I can guess, and more than I care to know. I have not many
friends, nor am I very susceptible to friendship; but no man shall
drive me from a place by terror. I had camped in the Graden Sea-Wood
ere he came; I camp in it still. If you think I mean harm to you or
yours, madame, the remedy is in your hand. Tell him that my camp is
in the Hemlock Den, and tonight he can stab me in safety while I
With this I doffed my cap to her, and scrambled up once more among
the sand hills. I do not know why, but I felt a prodigious sense of
injustice, and felt like a hero and a martyr; while as a matter of
fact, I had not a word to say in my defense, nor so much as one
plausible reason to offer for my conduct. I had stayed at Graden out
of a curiosity natural enough, but undignified; and though there was
another motive growing in along with the first, it was not one which,
at that period, I could have properly explained to the lady of my
Certainly, that night, I thought of no one else; and, though her
whole conduct and position seemed suspicious, I could not find it in
my heart to entertain a doubt of her integrity. I could have staked
my life that she was clear of blame, and, though all was dark at the
present, that the explanation of the mystery would show her part in
these events to be both right and needful. It was true, let me cudgel
my imagination as I pleased, that I could invent no theory of her
relations to Northmour; but I felt none the less sure of my conclusion
because it was founded on instinct in place of reason, and, as I may
say, went to sleep that night with the thought of her under my pillow.
Next day she came out about the same hour alone, and, as soon as
the sand hills concealed her from the pavilion, drew nearer to the
edge, and called me by name in guarded tones. I was astonished to
observe that she was deadly pale, and seemingly under the influence
of strong emotion.
"Mr. Cassilis!" she cried; "Mr. Cassilis!"
I appeared at once, and leaped down upon the beach. A remarkable
air of relief overspread her countenance as soon as she saw me.
"Oh!" she cried, with a hoarse sound, like one whose bosom had been
lightened of a weight. And then, "Thank God you are still safe!" she
added; "I knew, if you were, you would be here." (Was not this
strange? So swiftly and wisely does Nature prepare our hearts for
these great lifelong intimacies, that both my wife and I had been
given a presentiment on this the second day of our acquaintance. I
had even then hoped that she would seek me; she had felt sure that
she would find me.) "Do not," she went on swiftly, "do not stay in
this place. Promise me that you will sleep no longer in that wood.
You do not know how I suffer; all last night I could not sleep for
thinking of your peril."
"Peril!" I repeated. "Peril from whom? From Northmour?"
"Not so," she said. "Did you think I would tell him after what you
"Not from Northmour?" I repeated. "Then how? From whom? I see
none to be afraid of."
"You must not ask me," was her reply, "for I am not free to tell
you. Only believe me, and go hencebelieve me, and go away quickly,
quickly, for your life!"
An appeal to his alarm is never a good plan to rid oneself of a
spirited young man. My obstinacy was but increased by what she said,
and I made it a point of honor to remain. And her solicitude for my
safety still more confirmed me in the resolve.
"You must not think me inquisitive, madame," I replied; "but, if
Graden is so dangerous a place, you yourself perhaps remain here at
She only looked at me reproachfully.
"You and your father" I resumed; but she interrupted me almost
with a gasp.
"My father! How do you know that?" she cried.
"I saw you together when you landed," was my answer; and I do not
know why, but it seemed satisfactory to both of us, as indeed it was
truth. "But," I continued, "you need have no fear from me. I see you
have some reason to be secret, and, you may believe me, your secret is
as safe with me as if I were in Graden Floe. I have scarce spoken to
anyone for years; my horse is my only companion, and even he, poor
beast, is not beside me. You see, then, you may count on me for
silence. So tell me the truth, my dear young lady, are you not in
"Mr. Northmour says you are an honorable man," she returned, "and I
believe it when I see you. I will tell you so much; you are right;
we are in dreadful, dreadful danger, and you share it by remaining
where you are."
"Ah!" said I; "you have heard of me from Northmour? And he gives
me a good character?"
"I asked him about you last night," was her reply. "I pretended,"
she hesitated, "I pretended to have met you long ago, and spoken to
you of him. It was not true; but I could not help myself without
betraying you, and you had put me in a difficulty. He praised you
"Andyou may permit me one questiondoes this danger come from
Northmour?" I asked.
"From Mr. Northmour?" she cried. "Oh, no, he stays with us to
"While you propose that I should run away?" I said. "You do not
rate me very high."
"Why should you stay?" she asked. "You are no friend of ours."
I know not what came over me, for I had not been conscious of a
similar weakness since I was a child, but I was so mortified by this
retort that my eyes pricked and filled with tears, as I continued to
gaze upon her face.
"No, no," she said, in a changed voice; "I did not mean the words
"It was I who offended," I said; and I held out my hand with a look
of appeal that somehow touched her, for she gave me hers at once, and
even eagerly. I held it for awhile in mine, and gazed into her eyes.
It was she who first tore her hand away, and, forgetting all about
her request and the promise she had sought to extort, ran at the top
of her speed, and without turning, till she was out of sight. And
then I knew that I loved her, and thought in my glad heart that
sheshe herselfwas not indifferent to my suit. Many a time she has
denied it in after days, but it was with a smiling and not a serious
denial. For my part, I am sure our hands would not have lain so
closely in each other if she had not begun to melt to me already.
And, when all is said, it is no great contention, since, by her own
avowal, she began to love me on the morrow.
And yet on the morrow very little took place. She came and called
me down as on the day before, upbraided me for lingering at Graden,
and, when she found I was still obdurate, began to ask me more
particularly as to my arrival. I told her by what series of
accidents I had come to witness their disembarkation, and how I had
determined to remain, partly from the interest which had been
awakened in me by Northmour's guests, and partly because of his own
murderous attack. As to the former, I fear I was disingenuous, and
led her to regard herself as having been an attraction to me from the
first moment that I saw her on the links. It relieves my heart to
make this confession even now, when my wife is with God, and already
knows all things, and the honesty of my purpose even in this; for
while she lived, although it often pricked my conscience, I had never
the hardihood to undeceive her. Even a little secret, in such a
married life as ours, is like the rose leaf which kept the princess
from her sleep.
From this the talk branched into other subjects, and I told her
much about my lonely and wandering existence; she, for her part,
giving ear, and saying little. Although we spoke very naturally, and
latterly on topics that might seem indifferent, we were both sweetly
agitated. Too soon it was time for her to go; and we separated, as if
by mutual consent, without shaking hands, for both knew that, between
us, it was no idle ceremony.
The next, and that was the fourth day of our acquaintance, we met
in the same spot, but early in the morning, with much familiarity and
yet much timidity on either side. While she had once more spoken
about my dangerand that, I understood, was her excuse for comingI,
who had prepared a great deal of talk during the night, began to tell
her how highly I valued her kind interest, and how no one had ever
cared to hear about my life, nor had I ever cared to relate it, before
yesterday. Suddenly she interrupted me, saying with vehemence
"And yet, if you knew who I was, you would not so much as speak to
I told her such a thought was madness, and, little as we had met, I
counted her already a dear friend; but my protestations seemed only
to make her more desperate.
"My father is in hiding!" she cried.
"My dear," I said, forgetting for the first time to add "young
lady," "what do I care? If I were in hiding twenty times over, would
it make one thought of change in you?"
"Ah, but the cause!" she cried, "the cause! It is"she faltered
for a second"it is disgraceful to us!"
This was my wife's story, as I drew it from her among tears and
sobs. Her name was Clara Huddlestone: it sounded very beautiful in
my ears; but not so beautiful as that other name of Clara Cassilis,
which she wore during the longer and, I thank God, the happier
portion of her life. Her father, Bernard Huddlestone, had been a
private banker in a very large way of business. Many years before,
his affairs becoming disordered, he had been led to try dangerous,
and at last criminal, expedients to retrieve himself from ruin. All
was in vain; he became more and more cruelly involved, and found his
honor lost at the same moment with his fortune. About this period,
Northmour had been courting his daughter with great assiduity, though
with small encouragement; and to him, knowing him thus disposed in his
favor, Bernard Huddlestone turned for help in his extremity. It was
not merely ruin and dishonor, nor merely a legal condemnation, that
the unhappy man had brought upon his head. It seems he could have gone
to prison with a light heart. What he feared, what kept him awake at
night or recalled him from slumber into frenzy, was some secret,
sudden, and unlawful attempt upon his life. Hence, he desired to bury
his existence and escape to one of the islands in the South Pacific,
and it was in Northmour's yacht, the "Red Earl," that he designed to
go. The yacht picked them up clandestinely upon the coast of Wales,
and had once more deposited them at Graden, till she could be refitted
and provisioned for the longer voyage. Nor could Clara doubt that her
hand had been stipulated as the price of passage. For, although
Northmour was neither unkind, nor even discourteous, he had shown
himself in several instances somewhat overbold in speech and manner.
I listened, I need not say, with fixed attention, and put many
questions as to the more mysterious part. It was in vain. She had
no clear idea of what the blow was, nor of how it was expected to
fall. Her father's alarm was unfeigned and physically prostrating,
and he had thought more than once of making an unconditional
surrender to the police. But the scheme was finally abandoned, for
he was convinced that not even the strength of our English prisons
could shelter him from his pursuers. He had had many affairs in
Italy, and with Italians resident in London, in the latter years of
his business; and these last, as Clara fancied, were somehow
connected with the doom that threatened him. He had shown great
terror at the presence of an Italian seaman on board the "Red Earl,"
and had bitterly and repeatedly accused Northmour in consequence. The
latter had protested that Beppo (that was the seaman's name) was a
capital fellow, and could be trusted to the death; but Mr. Huddlestone
had continued ever since to declare that all was lost, that it was
only a question of days, and that Beppo would be the ruin of him yet.
I regarded the whole story as the hallucination of a mind shaken by
calamity. He had suffered heavy loss by his Italian transactions;
and hence the sight of an Italian was hateful to him, and the
principal part in his nightmare would naturally enough be played by
one of that nation.
"What your father wants," I said, "is a good doctor and some
"But Mr. Northmour?" objected Clara. "He is untroubled by losses,
and yet he shares in this terror."
I could not help laughing at what I considered her simplicity.
"My dear," said I, "you have told me yourself what reward he has to
look for. All is fair in love, you must remember; and if Northmour
foments your father's terrors, it is not at all because he is afraid
of any Italian man, but simply because he is infatuated with a
charming English woman."
She reminded me of his attack upon myself on the night of the
disembarkation, and this I was unable to explain. In short, and from
one thing to another, it was agreed between us that I should set out
at once for the fisher village, Graden Wester, as it was called, look
up all the newspapers I could find, and see for myself if there seemed
any basis of fact for these continued alarms. The next morning, at
the same hour and place, I was to make my report to Clara. She said
no more on that occasion about my departure; nor, indeed, did she make
it a secret that she clung to the thought of my proximity as something
helpful and pleasant; and, for my part, I could not have left her, if
she had gone upon her knees to ask it.
I reached Graden Wester before ten in the forenoon; for in those
days I was an excellent pedestrian, and the distance, as I think I
have said, was little over seven miles; fine walking all the way upon
the springy turf. The village is one of the bleakest on that coast,
which is saying much: there is a church in the hollow; a miserable
haven in the rocks, where many boats have been lost as they returned
from fishing; two or three score of stone houses arranged along the
beach and in two streets, one leading from the harbor, and another
striking out from it at right angles; and, at the corner of these two,
a very dark and cheerless tavern, by way of principal hotel.
I had dressed myself somewhat more suitably to my station in life,
and at once called upon the minister in his little manse beside the
graveyard. He knew me, although it was more than nine years since we
had met; and when I told him that I had been long upon a walking tour,
and was behind with the news, readily lent me an armful of newspapers,
dating from a month back to the day before. With these I sought the
tavern, and, ordering some breakfast, sat down to study the
It had been, it appeared, a very flagrant case. Thousands of
persons were reduced to poverty; and one in particular had blown out
his brains as soon as payment was suspended. It was strange to myself
that, while I read these details, I continued rather to sympathize
with Mr. Huddlestone than with his victims; so complete already was
the empire of my love for my wife. A price was naturally set upon the
banker's head; and, as the case was inexcusable and the public
indignation thoroughly aroused, the unusual figure of 750 pounds was
offered for his capture. He was reported to have large sums of money
in his possession. One day, he had been heard of in Spain; the next,
there was sure intelligence that he was still lurking between
Manchester and Liverpool, or along the border of Wales; and the day
after, a telegram would announce his arrival in Cuba or Yucatan. But
in all this there was no word of an Italian, nor any sign of mystery.
In the very last paper, however, there was one item not so clear.
The accountants who were charged to verify the failure had, it
seemed, come upon the traces of a very large number of thousands,
which figured for some time in the transactions of the house of
Huddlestone; but which came from nowhere, and disappeared in the same
mysterious fashion. It was only once referred to by name, and then
under the initials "X. X."; but it had plainly been floated for the
first time into the business at a period of great depression some six
years ago. The name of a distinguished royal personage had been
mentioned by rumor in connection with this sum. "The cowardly
desperado"such, I remember, was the editorial expressionwas
supposed to have escaped with a large part of this mysterious fund
still in his possession.
I was still brooding over the fact, and trying to torture it into
some connection with Mr. Huddlestone's danger, when a man entered the
tavern and asked for some bread and cheese with a decided foreign
"Siete Italiano?" said I.
"Si, Signor," was his reply.
I said it was unusually far north to find one of his compatriots;
at which he shrugged his shoulders, and replied that a man would go
anywhere to find work. What work he could hope to find at Graden
Wester, I was totally unable to conceive; and the incident struck so
unpleasantly upon my mind, that I asked the landlord, while he was
counting me some change, whether he had ever before seen an Italian in
the village. He said he had once seen some Norwegians, who had been
shipwrecked on the other side of Graden Ness and rescued by the
lifeboat from Cauldhaven.
"No!" said I; "but an Italian, like the man who has just had bread
"What?" cried he, "yon black-avised fellow wi' the teeth? Was he
an I-talian? Weel, yon's the first that ever I saw, an' I dare say
he's like to be the last."
Even as he was speaking, I raised my eyes, and, casting a glance
into the street, beheld three men in earnest conversation together,
and not thirty yards away. One of them was my recent companion in
the tavern parlor; the other two, by their handsome sallow features
and soft hats, should evidently belong to the same race. A crowd of
village children stood around them, gesticulating and talking
gibberish in imitation. The trio looked singularly foreign to the
bleak dirty street in which they were standing and the dark gray
heaven that overspread them; and I confess my incredulity received at
that moment a shock from which it never recovered. I might reason
with myself as I pleased, but I could not argue down the effect of
what I had seen, and I began to share in the Italian terror.
It was already drawing toward the close of the day before I had
returned the newspapers to the manse, and got well forward on to the
links on my way home. I shall never forget that walk. It grew very
cold and boisterous; the wind sung in the short grass about my feet;
thin rain showers came running on the gusts; and an immense mountain
range of clouds began to arise out of the bosom of the sea. It would
be hard to imagine a more dismal evening; and whether it was from
these external influences, or because my nerves were already affected
by what I had heard and seen, my thoughts were as gloomy as the
The upper windows of the pavilion commanded a considerable spread
of links in the direction of Graden Wester. To avoid observation, it
was necessary to hug the beach until I had gained cover from the
higher sand hills on the little headland, when I might strike across,
through the hollows, for the margin of the wood. The sun was about
setting; the tide was low, and all the quicksands uncovered; and I was
moving along, lost in unpleasant thought, when I was suddenly
thunderstruck to perceive the prints of human feet. They ran parallel
to my own course, but low down upon the beach, instead of along the
border of the turf; and, when I examined them, I saw at once, by the
size and coarseness of the impression, that it was a stranger to me
and to those of the pavilion who had recently passed that way. Not
only so; but from the recklessness of the course which he had
followed, steering near to the most formidable portions of the sand,
he was evidently a stranger to the country and to the ill-repute of
Step by step I followed the prints; until, a quarter of a mile
farther, I beheld them die away into the southeastern boundary of
Graden Floe. There, whoever he was, the miserable man had perished.
One or two gulls, who had, perhaps, seen him disappear, wheeled over
his sepulcher with their usual melancholy piping. The sun had broken
through the clouds by a last effort, and colored the wide level of
quicksands with a dusky purple. I stood for some time gazing at the
spot, chilled and disheartened by my own reflections, and with a
strong and commanding consciousness of death. I remember wondering
how long the tragedy had taken, and whether his screams had been
audible at the pavilion. And then, making a strong resolution, I was
about to tear myself away, when a gust fiercer than usual fell upon
this quarter of the beach, and I saw, now whirling high in air, now
skimming lightly across the surface of the sands, a soft, black, felt
hat, somewhat conical in shape, such as I had remarked already on the
heads of the Italians.
I believe, but I am not sure, that I uttered a cry. The wind was
driving the hat shoreward, and I ran round the border of the floe to
be ready against its arrival. The gust fell, dropping the hat for
awhile upon the quicksand, and then, once more freshening, landed it a
few yards from where I stood. I seized it with the interest you may
imagine. It had seen some service; indeed, it was rustier than either
of those I had seen that day upon the street. The lining was red,
stamped with the name of the maker, which I have forgotten, and that
of the place of manufacture, Venedig. This (it is not yet forgotten)
was the name given by the Austrians to the beautiful city of Venice,
then, and for long after, a part of their dominions.
The shock was complete. I saw imaginary Italians upon every side;
and for the first, and, I may say, for the last time in my
experience, became overpowered by what is called a panic terror. I
knew nothing, that is, to be afraid of, and yet I admit that I was
heartily afraid; and it was with sensible reluctance that I returned
to my exposed and solitary camp in the Sea-Wood.
There I eat some cold porridge which had been left over from the
night before, for I was disinclined to make a fire; and, feeling
strengthened and reassured, dismissed all these fanciful terrors from
my mind, and lay down to sleep with composure.
How long I may have slept it is impossible for me to guess; but I
was awakened at last by a sudden, blinding flash of light into my
face. It woke me like a blow. In an instant I was upon my knees.
But the light had gone as suddenly as it came. The darkness was
intense. And, as it was blowing great guns from the sea, and pouring
with rain, the noises of the storm effectually concealed all others.
It was, I dare say, half a minute before I regained my self-
possession. But for two circumstances, I should have thought I had
been awakened by some new and vivid form of nightmare. First, the
flap of my tent, which I had shut carefully when I retired, was now
unfastened; and, second, I could still perceive, with a sharpness
that excluded any theory of hallucination, the smell of hot metal and
of burning oil. The conclusion was obvious. I had been awakened by
some one flashing a bull's-eye lantern in my face. It had been but a
flash, and away. He had seen my face, and then gone. I asked myself
the object of so strange a proceeding, and the answer came pat. The
man, whoever he was, had thought to recognize me, and he had not.
There was another question unresolved; and to this, I may say, I
feared to give an answer; if he had recognized me, what would he have
My fears were immediately diverted from myself, for I saw that I
had been visited in a mistake; and I became persuaded that some
dreadful danger threatened the pavilion. It required some nerve to
issue forth into the black and intricate thicket which surrounded and
overhung the den; but I groped my way to the links, drenched with
rain, beaten upon and deafened by the gusts, and fearing at every step
to lay my hand upon some lurking adversary. The darkness was so
complete that I might have been surrounded by an army and yet none the
wiser, and the uproar of the gale so loud that my hearing was as
useless as my sight.
For the rest of that night, which seemed interminably long, I
patrolled the vicinity of the pavilion, without seeing a living
creature or hearing any noise but the concert of the wind, the sea,
and the rain. A light in the upper story filtered through a cranny
of the shutter, and kept me company till the approach of dawn.
With the first peep of day, I retired from the open to my old lair
among the sand hills, there to await the coming of my wife. The
morning was gray, wild, and melancholy; the wind moderated before
sunrise, and then went about, and blew in puffs from the shore; the
sea began to go down, but the rain still fell without mercy. Over
all the wilderness of links there was not a creature to be seen. Yet
I felt sure the neighborhood was alive with skulking foes. The light
that had been so suddenly and surprisingly flashed upon my face as I
lay sleeping, and the hat that had been blown ashore by the wind from
over Graden Floe, were two speaking signals of the peril that
environed Clara and the party in the pavilion.
It was, perhaps, half-past seven, or nearer eight, before I saw the
door open, and that dear figure come toward me in the rain. I was
waiting for her on the beach before she had crossed the sand hills.
"I have had such trouble to come!" she cried. "They did not wish
me to go walking in the rain."
"Clara," I said, "you are not frightened!"
"No," said she, with a simplicity that filled my heart with
confidence. For my wife was the bravest as well as the best of
women; in my experience, I have not found the two go always together,
but with her they did; and she combined the extreme of fortitude with
the most endearing and beautiful virtues.
I told her what had happened; and, though her cheek grew visibly
paler, she retained perfect control over her senses.
"You see now that I am safe," said I, in conclusion. "They do not
mean to harm me; for, had they chosen, I was a dead man last night."
She laid her hand upon my arm.
"And I had no presentiment!" she cried.
Her accent thrilled me with delight. I put my arm about her, and
strained her to my side; and, before either of us was aware, her
hands were on my shoulders and my lips upon her mouth. Yet up to
that moment no word of love had passed between us. To this day I
remember the touch of her cheek, which was wet and cold with the
rain; and many a time since, when she has been washing her face, I
have kissed it again for the sake of that morning on the beach. Now
that she is taken from me, and I finish my pilgrimage alone, I recall
our old loving kindnesses and the deep honesty and affection which
united us, and my present loss seems but a trifle in comparison.
We may have thus stood for some secondsfor time passes quickly
with loversbefore we were startled by a peal of laughter close at
hand. It was not natural mirth, but seemed to be affected in order
to conceal an angrier feeling. We both turned, though I still kept
my left arm about Clara's waist; nor did she seek to withdraw
herself; and there, a few paces off upon the beach, stood Northmour,
his head lowered, his hands behind his back, his nostrils white with
"Ah! Cassilis!" he said, as I disclosed my face.
"That same," said I; for I was not at all put about.
"And so, Miss Huddlestone," he continued slowly but savagely, "this
is how you keep your faith to your father and to me? This is the
value you set upon your father's life? And you are so infatuated
with this young gentleman that you must brave ruin, and decency, and
common human caution"
"Miss Huddlestone" I was beginning to interrupt him, when he, in
his turn, cut in brutally
"You hold your tongue," said he; "I am speaking to that girl."
"That girl, as you call her, is my wife," said I; and my wife only
leaned a little nearer, so that I knew she had affirmed my words.
"Your what?" he cried. "You lie!"
"Northmour," I said, "we all know you have a bad temper, and I am
the last man to be irritated by words. For all that, I propose that
you speak lower, for I am convinced that we are not alone."
He looked round him, and it was plain my remark had in some degree
sobered his passion. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I only said one word: "Italians."
He swore a round oath, and looked at us, from one to the other.
"Mr. Cassilis knows all that I know," said my wife.
"What I want to know," he broke out, "is where the devil Mr.
Cassilis comes from, and what the devil Mr. Cassilis is doing here.
You say you are married; that I do not believe. If you were, Graden
Floe would soon divorce you; four minutes and a half, Cassilis. I
keep my private cemetery for my friends."
"It took somewhat longer," said I, "for that Italian."
He looked at me for a moment half daunted, and then, almost
civilly, asked me to tell my story. "You have too much the advantage
of me, Cassilis," he added. I complied of course; and he listened,
with several ejaculations, while I told him how I had come to Graden:
that it was I whom he had tried to murder on the night of landing; and
what I had subsequently seen and heard of the Italians.
"Well," said he, when I had done, "it is here at last; there is no
mistake about that. And what, may I ask, do you propose to do?"
"I propose to stay with you and lend a hand," said I.
"You are a brave man," he returned, with a peculiar intonation.
"I am not afraid," said I.
"And so," he continued, "I am to understand that you two are
married? And you stand up to it before my face, Miss Huddlestone?"
"We are not yet married," said Clara; "but we shall be as soon as
"Bravo!" cried Northmour. "And the bargain? Dn it, you're not a
fool, young woman; I may call a spade a spade with you. How about
the bargain? You know as well as I do what your father's life
depends upon. I have only to put my hands under my coat tails and
walk away, and his throat would be cut before the evening."
"Yes, Mr. Northmour," returned Clara, with great spirit; "but that
is what you will never do. You made a bargain that was unworthy of a
gentleman; but you are a gentleman for all that, and you will never
desert a man whom you have begun to help."
"Aha!" said he. "You think I will give my yacht for nothing? You
think I will risk my life and liberty for love of the old gentleman;
and then, I suppose, he best man at the wedding, to wind up? Well,"
he added, with an odd smile, "perhaps you are not altogether wrong.
But ask Cassilis here. HE knows me. Am I a man to trust? Am I safe
and scrupulous? Am I kind?"
"I know you talk a great deal, and sometimes, I think, very
foolishly," replied Clara, "but I know you are a gentleman, and I am
not the least afraid."
He looked at her with a peculiar approval and admiration; then,
turning to me, "Do you think I would give her up without a struggle,
Frank?" said he. "I tell you plainly, you look out. The next time we
come to blows"
"Will make the third," I interrupted, smiling.
"Aye, true; so it will," he said. "I had forgotten. Well, the
third time's lucky."
"The third time, you mean, you will have the crew of the 'Red Earl'
to help," I said.
"Do you hear him?" he asked, turning to my wife.
"I hear two men speaking like cowards," said she. "I should
despise myself either to think or speak like that. And neither of
you believe one word that you are saying, which makes it the more
wicked and silly."
"She's a trump!" cried Northmour. "But she's not yet Mrs.
Cassilis. I say no more. The present is not for me."
Then my wife surprised me.
"I leave you here," she said suddenly. "My father has been too
long alone. But remember this: you are to be friends, for you are
both good friends to me."
She has since told me her reason for this step. As long as she
remained, she declares that we two would have continued to quarrel;
and I suppose that she was right, for when she was gone we fell at
once into a sort of confidentiality.
Northmour stared after her as she went away over the sand hill.
"She is the only woman in the world!" he exclaimed with an oath.
"Look at her action."
I, for my part, leaped at this opportunity for a little further
"See here, Northmour," said I; "we are all in a tight place, are we
"I believe you, my boy," he answered, looking me in the eyes, and
with great emphasis. "We have all hell upon us, that's the truth.
You may believe me or not, but I'm afraid of my life."
"Tell me one thing," said I. "What are they after, these Italians?
What do they want with Mr. Huddlestone?"
"Don't you know?" he cried. "The black old scamp had carbonari
funds on a deposittwo hundred and eighty thousand; and of course he
gambled it away on stocks. There was to have been a revolution in the
Tridentino, or Parma; but the revolution is off, and the whole wasp's
nest is after Huddlestone. We shall all be lucky if we can save our
"The carbonari!" I exclaimed; "God help him indeed!"
"Amen!" said Northmour. "And now, look here: I have said that we
are in a fix; and, frankly, I shall be glad of your help. If I can't
save Huddlestone, I want at least to save the girl. Come and stay in
the pavilion; and, there's my hand on it, I shall act as your friend
until the old man is either clear or dead. But," he added, "once that
is settled, you become my rival once again, and I warn youmind
"Done!" said I; and we shook hands.
"And now let us go directly to the fort," said Northmour; and he
began to lead the way through the rain.
We were admitted to the pavilion by Clara, and I was surprised by
the completeness and security of the defenses. A barricade of great
strength, and yet easy to displace, supported the door against any
violence from without; and the shutters of the dining- room, into
which I was led directly, and which was feebly illuminated by a lamp,
were even more elaborately fortified. The panels were strengthened by
bars and crossbars; and these, in their turn, were kept in position by
a system of braces and struts, some abutting on the floor, some on the
roof, and others, in fine, against the opposite wall of the apartment.
It was at once a solid and well-designed piece of carpentry; and I
did not seek to conceal my admiration.
"I am the engineer," said Northmour. "You remember the planks in
the garden? Behold them?"
"I did not know you had so many talents," said I.
"Are you armed?" he continued, pointing to an array of guns and
pistols, all in admirable order, which stood in line against the wall
or were displayed upon the sideboard.
"Thank you," I returned; "I have gone armed since our last
encounter. But, to tell you the truth, I have had nothing to eat
since early yesterday evening."
Northmour produced some cold meat, to which I eagerly set myself,
and a bottle of good Burgundy, by which, wet as I was, I did not
scruple to profit. I have always been an extreme temperance man on
principle; but it is useless to push principle to excess, and on this
occasion I believe that I finished three quarters of the bottle. As I
eat, I still continued to admire the preparations for defense.
"We could stand a siege," I said at length.
"Yees," drawled Northmour; "a very little one, perhaps. It is
not so much the strength of the pavilion I misdoubt; it is the double
danger that kills me. If we get to shooting, wild as the country is,
some one is sure to hear it, and thenwhy then it's the same thing,
only different, as they say: caged by law, or killed by carbonari.
There's the choice. It is a devilish bad thing to have the law
against you in this world, and so I tell the old gentleman upstairs.
He is quite of my way of thinking."
"Speaking of that," said I, "what kind of person is he?"
"Oh, he!" cried the other; "he's a rancid fellow, as far as he
goes. I should like to have his neck wrung to-morrow by all the
devils in Italy. I am not in this affair for him. You take me? I
made a bargain for missy's hand, and I mean to have it too."
"That, by the way," said I. "I understand. But how will Mr.
Huddlestone take my intrusion?"
"Leave that to Clara," returned Northmour.
I could have struck him in the face for his coarse familiarity; but
I respected the truce, as, I am bound to say, did Northmour, and so
long as the danger continued not a cloud arose in our relation. I
bear him this testimony with the most unfeigned satisfaction; nor am
I without pride when I look back upon my own behavior. For surely no
two men were ever left in a position so invidious and irritating.
As soon as I had done eating, we proceeded to inspect the lower
floor. Window by window we tried the different supports, now and
then making an inconsiderable change; and the strokes of the hammer
sounded with startling loudness through the house. I proposed, I
remember, to make loopholes; but he told me they were already made in
the windows of the upper story. It was an anxious business, this
inspection, and left me down-hearted. There were two doors and five
windows to protect, and, counting Clara, only four of us to defend
them against an unknown number of foes. I communicated my doubts to
Northmour, who assured me, with unmoved composure, that he entirely
"Before morning," said he, "we shall all be butchered and buried in
Graden Floe. For me, that is written."
I could not help shuddering at the mention of the quicksand, but
reminded Northmour that our enemies had spared me in the wood.
"Do not flatter yourself," said he. "Then you were not in the same
boat with the old gentleman; now you are. It's the floe for all of
us, mark my words."
I trembled for Clara; and just then her dear voice was heard
calling us to come upstairs. Northmour showed me the way, and, when
he had reached the landing, knocked at the door of what used to be
called My Uncle's Bedroom, as the founder of the pavilion had designed
it especially for himself.
"Come in, Northmour; come in, dear Mr. Cassilis," said a voice from
Pushing open the door, Northmour admitted me before him into the
apartment. As I came in I could see the daughter slipping out by the
side door into the study, which had been prepared as her bedroom. In
the bed, which was drawn back against the wall, instead of standing,
as I had last seen it, boldly across the window, sat Bernard
Huddlestone, the defaulting banker. Little as I had seen of him by
the shifting light of the lantern on the links, I had no difficulty in
recognizing him for the same. He had a long and sallow countenance,
surrounded by a long red beard and side-whiskers. His broken nose and
high cheek-hones gave him somewhat the air of a Kalmuck, and his light
eyes shone with the excitement of a high fever. He wore a skull-cap
of black silk; a huge Bible lay open before him on the bed, with a
pair of gold spectacles in the place, and a pile of other books lay on
the stand by his side. The green curtains lent a cadaverous shade to
his cheek; and, as he sat propped on pillows, his great stature was
painfully hunched, and his head protruded till it overhung his knees.
I believe if he had not died otherwise, he must have fallen a victim
to consumption in the course of but a very few weeks.
He held out to me a hand, long, thin, and disagreeably hairy.
"Come in, come in, Mr. Cassilis," said he. "Another protector
ahem!another protector. Always welcome as a friend of my
daughter's, Mr. Cassilis. How they have rallied about me, my
daughter's friends! May God in heaven bless and reward them for it!"
I gave him my hand, of course, because I could not help it; but the
sympathy I had been prepared to feel for Clara's father was
immediately soured by his appearance, and the wheedling, unreal tones
in which he spoke.
"Cassilis is a good man," said Northmour; "worth ten."
"So I hear," cried Mr. Huddlestone eagerly; "so my girl tells me.
Ah, Mr. Cassilis, my sin has found me out, you see! I am very low,
very low; but I hope equally penitent. We must all come to the
throne of grace at last, Mr. Cassilis. For my part, I come late
indeed; but with unfeigned humility, I trust."
"Fiddle-de-dee!" said Northmour roughly.
"No, no, dear Northmour!" cried the banker. "You must not say
that; you must not try to shake me. You forget, my dear, good boy,
you forget I may be called this very night before my Maker."
His excitement was pitiful to behold; and I felt myself grow
indignant with Northmour, whose infidel opinions I well knew, and
heartily despised, as he continued to taunt the poor sinner out of
his humor of repentance.
"Pooh, my dear Huddlestone!" said he. "You do yourself injustice.
You are a man of the world inside and out, and were up to all kinds
of mischief before I was born. Your conscience is tanned like South
American leatheronly you forgot to tan your liver, and that, if you
will believe me, is the seat of the annoyance."
"Rogue, rogue! bad boy!" said Mr. Huddlestone, shaking his finger.
"I am no precisian, if you come to that; I always hated a precisian;
but I never lost hold of something better through it all. I have been
a bad boy, Mr. Cassilis; I do not seek to deny that; but it was after
my wife's death, and you know, with a widower, it's a different thing:
sinfulI won't say no; but there is a gradation, we shall hope. And
talking of that Hark!" he broke out suddenly, his hand raised, his
fingers spread, his face racked with interest and terror. "Only the
rain, bless God!" he added, after a pause, and with indescribable
For some seconds he lay back among the pillows like a man near to
fainting; then he gathered himself together, and, in somewhat
tremulous tones, began once more to thank me for the share I was
prepared to take in his defense.
"One question, sir," said I, when he had paused. "Is it true that
you have money with you?"
He seemed annoyed by the question, but admitted with reluctance
that he had a little.
"Well," I continued, "it is their money they are after, is it not?
Why not give it up to them?"
"Ah!" replied he, shaking his head, "I have tried that already, Mr.
Cassilis; and alas! that it should be so, but it is blood they want."
"Huddlestone, that's a little less than fair," said Northmour.
"You should mention that what you offered them was upward of two
hundred thousand short. The deficit is worth a reference; it is for
what they call a cool sum, Frank. Then, you see, the fellows reason
in their clear Italian way; and it seems to them, as indeed it seems
to me, that they may just as well have both while they're about
itmoney and blood together, by George, and no more trouble for the
"Is it in the pavilion?" I asked.
"It is; and I wish it were in the bottom of the sea instead," said
Northmour; and then suddenly"What are you making faces at me for?"
he cried to Mr. Huddlestone, on whom I had unconsciously turned my
back. "Do you think Cassilis would sell you?"
Mr. Huddlestone protested that nothing had been further from his
"It is a good thing," retorted Northmour in his ugliest manner.
"You might end by wearying us. What were you going to say?" he
added, turning to me.
"I was going to propose an occupation for the afternoon," said I.
"Let us carry that money out, piece by piece, and lay it down before
the pavilion door. If the carbonari come, why, it's theirs at any
"No, no," cried Mr. Huddlestone; "it does not, it cannot, belong to
them! It should be distributed pro rata among all my creditors."
"Come now, Huddlestone," said Northmour, "none of that."
"Well, but my daughter," moaned the wretched man. "Your daughter
will do well enough. Here are two suitors, Cassilis and I, neither
of us beggars, between whom she has to choose. And as for yourself,
to make an end of arguments, you have no right to a farthing, and,
unless I'm much mistaken, you are going to die."
It was certainly very cruelly said; but Mr. Huddlestone was a man
who attracted little sympathy; and, although I saw him wince and
shudder, I mentally indorsed the rebuke; nay, I added a contribution
of my own.
"Northmour and I," I said, "are willing enough to help you to save
your life, but not to escape with stolen property."
He struggled for awhile with himself, as though he were on the
point of giving way to anger, but prudence had the best of the
"My dear boys," he said, "do with me or my money what you will. I
leave all in your hands. Let me compose myself."
And so we left him, gladly enough I am sure.
The last that I saw, he had once more taken up his great Bible, and
with tremulous hands was adjusting his spectacles to read.
The recollection of that afternoon will always be graven on my
mind. Northmour and I were persuaded that an attack was imminent;
and if it had been in our power to alter in any way the order of
events, that power would have been used to precipitate rather than
delay the critical moment. The worst was to be anticipated; yet we
could conceive no extremity so miserable as the suspense we were now
suffering. I have never been an eager, though always a great, reader;
but I never knew books so insipid as those which I took up and cast
aside that afternoon in the pavilion. Even talk became impossible, as
the hours went on. One or other was always listening for some sound,
or peering from an upstairs window over the links. And yet not a sign
indicated the presence of our foes.
We debated over and over again my proposal with regard to the
money; and had we been in complete possession of our faculties, I am
sure we should have condemned it as unwise; but we were flustered with
alarm, grasped at a straw, and determined, although it was as much as
advertising Mr. Huddlestone's presence in the pavilion, to carry my
proposal into effect.
The sum was part in specie, part in bank paper, and part in
circular notes payable to the name of James Gregory. We took it out,
counted it, inclosed it once more in a dispatch box belonging to
Northmour, and prepared a letter in Italian which he tied to the
handle. It was signed by both of us under oath, and declared that
this was all the money which had escaped the failure of the house of
Huddlestone. This was, perhaps, the maddest action ever perpetrated
by two persons professing to be sane. Had the dispatch box fallen
into other hands than those for which it was intended, we stood
criminally convicted on our own written testimony; but, as I have
said, we were neither of us in a condition to judge soberly, and had a
thirst for action that drove us to do something, right or wrong,
rather than endure the agony of waiting. Moreover, as we were both
convinced that the hollows of the links were alive with hidden spies
upon our movements, we hoped that our appearance with the box might
lead to a parley, and, perhaps, a compromise.
It was nearly three when we issued from the pavilion. The rain had
taken off; the sun shone quite cheerfully. I had never seen the
gulls fly so close about the house or approach so fearlessly to human
beings. On the very doorstep one flapped heavily past our heads, and
uttered its wild cry in my very ear.
"There is an omen for you," said Northmour, who like all
freethinkers was much under the influence of superstition. "They
think we are already dead."
I made some light rejoinder, but it was with half my heart; for the
circumstance had impressed me.
A yard or two before the gate, on a patch of smooth turf, we set
down the dispatch box; and Northmour waved a white handkerchief over
his head. Nothing replied. We raised our voices, and cried aloud in
Italian that we were there as ambassadors to arrange the quarrel, but
the stillness remained unbroken save by the seagulls and the surf. I
had a weight at my heart when we desisted; and I saw that even
Northmour was unusually pale. He looked over his shoulder nervously,
as though he feared that some one had crept between him and the
"By God," he said in a whisper, "this is too much for me!"
I replied in the same key: "Suppose there should be none, after
"Look there," he returned, nodding with his head, as though he had
been afraid to point.
I glanced in the direction indicated; and there, from the northern
quarter of the Sea-Wood, beheld a thin column of smoke rising
steadily against the now cloudless sky.
"Northmour," I said (we still continued to talk in whispers), "it
is not possible to endure this suspense. I prefer death fifty times
over. Stay you here to watch the pavilion; I will go forward and make
sure, if I have to walk right into their camp."
He looked once again all round him with puckered eyes, and then
nodded assentingly to my proposal.
My heart heat like a sledge hammer as I set out walking rapidly in
the direction of the smoke; and, though up to that moment I had felt
chill and shivering, I was suddenly conscious of a glow of heat all
over my body. The ground in this direction was very uneven; a hundred
men might have lain hidden in as many square yards about my path. But
I who had not practiced the business in vain, chose such routes as cut
at the very root of concealment, and, by keeping along the most
convenient ridges, commanded several hollows at a time. It was not
long before I was rewarded for my caution. Coming suddenly on to a
mound somewhat more elevated than the surrounding hummocks, I saw, not
thirty yards away, a man bent almost double, and running as fast as
his attitude permitted, along the bottom of a gully. I had dislodged
one of the spies from his ambush. As soon as I sighted him, I called
loudly both in English and Italian; and he, seeing concealment was no
longer possible, straightened himself out, leaped from the gully, and
made off as straight as an arrow for the borders of the wood. It was
none of my business to pursue; I had learned what I wantedthat we
were beleaguered and watched in the pavilion; and I returned at once,
and walked as nearly as possible in my old footsteps, to where
Northmour awaited me beside the dispatch box. He was even paler than
when I had left him, and his voice shook a little.
"Could you see what he was like?" he asked.
"He kept his back turned," I replied.
"Let us get into the house, Frank. I don't think I'm a coward, but
I can stand no more of this," he whispered.
All was still and sunshiny about the pavilion, as we turned to
reenter it; even the gulls had flown in a wider circuit, and were
seen flickering along the beach and sand hills; and this loneliness
terrified me more than a regiment under arms. It was not until the
door was barricaded that I could draw a full inspiration and relieve
the weight that lay upon my bosom. Northmour and I exchanged a steady
glance; and I suppose each made his own reflections on the white and
startled aspect of the other.
"You were right," I said. "All is over. Shake hands, old man, for
the last time."
"Yes," replied he, "I will shake hands; for, as sure as I am here,
I bear no malice. But, remember, if, by some impossible accident, we
should give the slip to these blackguards, I'll take the upper hand of
you by fair or foul."
"Oh," said I, "you weary me!"
He seemed hurt, and walked away in silence to the foot of the
stairs, where he paused.
"You do not understand," said he. "I am not a swindler, and I
guard myself; that is all. I may weary you or not, Mr. Cassilis, I
do not care a rush; I speak for my own satisfaction, and not for your
amusement. You had better go upstairs and court the girl; for my
part, I stay here."
"And I stay with you," I returned. "Do you think I would steal a
march, even with your permission?"
"Frank," he said, smiling, "it's a pity you are an ass, for you
have the makings of a man. I think I must be fey to-day; you cannot
irritate me even when you try. Do you know," he continued softly, "I
think we are the two most miserable men in England, you and I? we have
got on to thirty without wife or child, or so much as a shop to look
afterpoor, pitiful, lost devils, both! And now we clash about a
girl! As if there were not several millions in the United Kingdom!
Ah, Frank, Frank, the one who loses his throw, be it you or me, he
has my pity! It were better for himhow does the Bible say?that a
millstone were hanged about his neck and he were cast into the depth
of the sea. Let us take a drink," he concluded suddenly, but without
any levity of tone.
I was touched by his words, and consented. He sat down on the
table in the dining-room, and held up the glass of sherry to his eye.
"If you beat me, Frank," he said, "I shall take to drink. What
will you do, if it goes the other way?"
"God knows," I returned.
"Well," said he, "here is a toast in the meantime: 'Italia
The remainder of the day was passed in the same dreadful tedium and
suspense. I laid the table for dinner, while Northmour and Clara
prepared the meal together in the kitchen. I could hear their talk
as I went to and fro, and was surprised to find it ran all the time
upon myself. Northmour again bracketed us together, and rallied
Clara on a choice of husbands; but he continued to speak of me with
some feeling, and uttered nothing to my prejudice unless he included
himself in the condemnation. This awakened a sense of gratitude in my
heart, which combined with the immediateness of our peril to fill my
eyes with tears. After all, I thoughtand perhaps the thought was
laughably vainwe were here three very noble human beings to perish
in defense of a thieving banker.
Before we sat down to table, I looked forth from an upstairs
window. The day was beginning to decline; the links were utterly
deserted; the dispatch box still lay untouched where we had left it
Mr. Huddlestone, in a long yellow dressing gown, took one end of
the table, Clara the other; while Northmour and I faced each other
from the sides. The lamp was brightly trimmed; the wine was good;
the viands, although mostly cold, excellent of their sort. We seemed
to have agreed tacitly; all reference to the impending catastrophe was
carefully avoided; and, considering our tragic circumstances, we made
a merrier party than could have been expected. From time to time, it
is true, Northmour or I would rise from table and make a round of the
defenses; and, on each of these occasions, Mr. Huddlestone was
recalled to a sense of his tragic predicament, glanced up with ghastly
eyes, and bore for an instant on his countenance the stamp of terror.
But he hastened to empty his glass, wiped his forehead with his
handkerchief, and joined again in the conversation.
I was astonished at the wit and information he displayed. Mr.
Huddlestone's was certainly no ordinary character; he had read and
observed for himself; his gifts were sound; and, though I could never
have learned to love the man, I began to understand his success in
business, and the great respect in which he had been held before his
failure. He had, above all, the talent of society; and though I never
heard him speak but on this one and most unfavorable occasion, I set
him down among the most brilliant conversationalists I ever met.
He was relating with great gusto, and seemingly no feeling of
shame, the maneuvers of a scoundrelly commission merchant whom he had
known and studied in his youth, and we were all listening with an odd
mixture of mirth and embarrassment, when our little party was brought
abruptly to an end in the most startling manner.
A noise like that of a wet finger on the window pane interrupted
Mr. Huddlestone's tale; and in an instant we were all four as white
as paper, and sat tongue-tied and motionless round the table.
"A snail," I said at last; for I had heard that these animals make
a noise somewhat similar in character.
"Snail be dd!" said Northmour. "Hush!"
The same sound was repeated twice at regular intervals; and then a
formidable voice shouted through the shutters the Italian word,
Mr. Huddlestone threw his head in the air; his eyelids quivered;
next moment he fell insensible below the table. Northmour and I had
each run to the armory and seized a gun. Clara was on her feet with
her hand at her throat.
So we stood waiting, for we thought the hour of attack was
certainly come; but second passed after second, and all but the surf
remained silent in the neighborhood of the pavilion.
"Quick," said Northmour; "upstairs with him before they come."
Somehow or other, by hook and crook, and between the three of us,
we got Bernard Huddlestone bundled upstairs and laid upon the bed in
My Uncle's Room. During the whole process, which was rough enough, he
gave no sign of consciousness, and he remained, as we had thrown him,
without changing the position of a finger. His daughter opened his
shirt and began to wet his head and bosom; while Northmour and I ran
to the window. The weather continued clear; the moon, which was now
about full, had risen and shed a very clear light upon the links; yet,
strain our eyes as we might, we could distinguish nothing moving. A
few dark spots, more or less, on the uneven expanse were not to be
identified; they might be crouching men, they might be shadows; it was
impossible to be sure.
"Thank God," said Northmour, "Aggie is not coming to-night."
Aggie was the name of the old nurse; he had not thought of her
until now; but that he should think of her at all was a trait that
surprised me in the man.
We were again reduced to waiting. Northmour went to the fireplace
and spread his hands before the red embers, as if he were cold. I
followed him mechanically with my eyes, and in so doing turned my
back upon the window. At that moment a very faint report was audible
from without, and a ball shivered a pane of glass, and buried itself
in the shutter two inches from my head. I heard Clara scream; and
though I whipped instantly out of range and into a corner, she was
there, so to speak, before me, beseeching to know if I were hurt. I
felt that I could stand to be shot at every day and all day long, with
such remarks of solicitude for a reward; and I continued to reassure
her, with the tenderest caresses and in complete forgetfulness of our
situation, till the voice of Northmour recalled me to myself.
"An air gun," he said. "They wish to make no noise."
I put Clara aside, and looked at him. He was standing with his
back to the fire and his hands clasped behind him; and I knew by the
black look on his face, that passion was boiling within. I had seen
just such a look before he attacked me, that March night, in the
adjoining chamber; and, though I could make every allowance for his
anger, I confess I trembled for the consequences. He gazed straight
before him; but he could see us with the tail of his eye, and his
temper kept rising like a gale of wind. With regular battle awaiting
us outside, this prospect of an internecine strife within the walls
began to daunt me.
Suddenly, as I was thus closely watching his expression and
prepared against the worst, I saw a change, a flash, a look of
relief, upon his face. He took up the lamp which stood beside him on
the table, and turned to us with an air of some excitement.
"There is one point that we must know," said he. "Are they going
to butcher the lot of us, or only Huddlestone? Did they take you for
him, or fire at you for your own beaux yeux?"
"They took me for him, for certain," I replied. "I am near as
tall, and my head is fair."
"I am going to make sure," returned Northmour; and he stepped up to
the window, holding the lamp above his head, and stood there, quietly
affronting death, for half a minute.
Clara sought to rush forward and pull him from the place of danger;
but I had the pardonable selfishness to hold her back by force.
"Yes," said Northmour, turning coolly from the window, "it's only
Huddlestone they want."
"Oh, Mr. Northmour!" cried Clara; but found no more to add; the
temerity she had just witnessed seeming beyond the reach of words.
He, on his part, looked at me, cocking his head, with a fire of
triumph in his eyes; and I understood at once that he had thus
hazarded his life, merely to attract Clara's notice, and depose me
from my position as the hero of the hour. He snapped his fingers.
"The fire is only beginning," said he. "When they warm up to their
work, they won't be so particular."
A voice was now heard hailing us from the entrance. From the
window we could see the figure of a man in the moonlight; he stood
motionless, his face uplifted to ours, and a rag of something white
on his extended arm; and as we looked right down upon him, though he
was a good many yards distant on the links, we could see the moonlight
glitter on his eyes.
He opened his lips again, and spoke for some minutes on end, in a
key so loud that he might have been heard in every corner of the
pavilion, and as far away as the borders of the wood. It was the
same voice that had already shouted, "Traditore!" through the
shutters of the dining-room; this time it made a complete and clear
statement. If the traitor "Oddlestone" were given up, all others
should be spared; if not, no one should escape to tell the tale.
"Well, Huddlestone, what do you say to that?" asked Northmour,
turning to the bed.
Up to that moment the banker had given no sign of life, and I, at
least, had supposed him to be still lying in a faint; but he replied
at once, and in such tones as I have never heard elsewhere, save from
a delirious patient, adjured and besought us not to desert him. It
was the most hideous and abject performance that my imagination can
"Enough," cried Northmour; and then he threw open the window,
leaned out into the night, and in a tone of exultation, and with a
total forgetfulness of what was due to the presence of a lady, poured
out upon the ambassador a string of the most abominable raillery both
in English and Italian, and bade him be gone where he had come from.
I believe that nothing so delighted Northmour at that moment as the
thought that we must all infallibly perish before the night was out.
Meantime, the Italian put his flag of truce into his pocket, and
disappeared, at a leisurely pace, among the sand hills.
"They make honorable war," said Northmour. "They are all gentlemen
and soldiers. For the credit of the thing, I wish we could change
sidesyou and I, Frank, and you, too, missy, my darlingand leave
that being on the bed to some one else. Tut! Don't look shocked! We
are all going post to what they call eternity, and may as well be
above board while there's time. As far as I am concerned, if I could
first strangle Huddlestone and then get Clara in my arms, I could die
with some pride and satisfaction. And as it is, by God, I'll have a
Before I could do anything to interfere, he had rudely embraced and
repeatedly kissed the resisting girl. Next moment I had pulled him
away with fury, and flung him heavily against the wall. He laughed
loud and long, and I feared his wits had given way under the strain;
for even in the best of days he had been a sparing and a quiet
"Now, Frank," said he, when his mirth was somewhat appeased, "it's
your turn. Here's my hand. Good-bye, farewell!" Then, seeing me
stand rigid and indignant, and holding Clara to my side"Man!" he
broke out, "are you angry? Did you think we were going to die with
all the airs and graces of society? I took a kiss; I'm glad I did
it; and now you can take another if you like, and square accounts."
I turned from him with a feeling of contempt which I did not seek
"As you please," said he. "You've been a prig in life; a prig
And with that he sat down in a chair, a rifle over his knee, and
amused himself with snapping the lock; but I could see that his
ebullition of light spirits (the only one I ever knew him to display)
had already come to an end, and was succeeded by a sullen, scowling
All this time our assailants might have been entering the house,
and we been none the wiser; we had in truth almost forgotten the
danger that so imminently overhung our days. But just then Mr.
Huddlestone uttered a cry, and leaped from the bed.
I asked him what was wrong.
"Fire!" he cried. "They have set the house on fire!"
Northmour was on his feet in an instant, and he and I ran through
the door of communication with the study. The room was illuminated
by a red and angry light. Almost at the moment of our entrance, a
tower of flame arose in front of the window, and, with a tingling
report, a pane fell inward on the carpet. They had set fire to the
lean-to outhouse, where Northmour used to nurse his negatives.
"Hot work," said Northmour. "Let us try in your old room."
We ran thither in a breath, threw up the casement, and looked
forth. Along the whole back wall of the pavilion piles of fuel had
been arranged and kindled; and it is probable they had been drenched
with mineral oil, for, in spite of the morning's rain, they all burned
bravely. The fire had taken a firm hold already on the outhouse,
which blazed higher and higher every moment; the back door was in the
center of a red-hot bonfire; the eaves we could see, as we looked
upward, were already smoldering, for the roof overhung, and was
supported by considerable beams of wood. At the same time, hot,
pungent, and choking volumes of smoke began to fill the house. There
was not a human being to be seen to right or left.
"Ah, well!" said Northmour, "here's the end, thank God!"
And we returned to My Uncle's Room. Mr. Huddlestone was putting on
his boots, still violently trembling, but with an air of
determination such as I had not hitherto observed. Clara stood close
by him, with her cloak in both hands ready to throw about her
shoulders, and a strange look in her eyes, as if she were half
hopeful, half doubtful of her father.
"Well, boys and girls," said Northmour, "how about a sally? The
oven is heating; it is not good to stay here and be baked; and, for
my part, I want to come to my hands with them, and be done."
"There's nothing else left," I replied.
And both Clara and Mr. Huddlestone, though with a very different
intonation, added, "Nothing."
As we went downstairs the heat was excessive, and the roaring of
the fire filled our ears; and we had scarce reached the passage
before the stairs window fell in, a branch of flame shot brandishing
through the aperture, and the interior of the pavilion became lighted
up with that dreadful and fluctuating glare. At the same moment we
heard the fall of something heavy and inelastic in the upper story.
The whole pavilion, it was plain, had gone alight like a box of
matches, and now not only flamed sky high to land and sea, but
threatened with every moment to crumble and fall in about our ears.
Northmour and I cocked our revolvers. Mr. Huddlestone, who had
already refused a firearm, put us behind him with a manner of
"Let Clara open the door," said he. "So, if they fire a volley,
she will be protected. And in the meantime stand behind me. I am
the scapegoat; my sins have found me out."
I heard him, as I stood breathless by his shoulder, with my pistol
ready, pattering off prayers in a tremulous, rapid whisper; and, I
confess, horrid as the thought may seem, I despised him for thinking
of supplications in a moment so critical and thrilling. In the
meantime, Clara, who was dead white but still possessed her faculties,
had displaced the barricade from the front door. Another moment, and
she had pulled it open. Firelight and moonlight illuminated the links
with confused and changeful luster, and far away against the sky we
could see a long trail of glowing smoke.
Mr. Huddlestone, filled for the moment with a strength greater than
his own, struck Northmour and myself a back-hander in the chest; and
while we were thus for the moment incapacitated from action, lifting
his arms above his head like one about to dive, he ran straight
forward out of the pavilion.
"Here am I!" he cried"Huddlestone! Kill me, and spare the
His sudden appearance daunted, I suppose, our hidden enemies; for
Northmour and I had time to recover, to seize Clara between us, one
by each arm, and to rush forth to his assistance, ere anything
further had taken place. But scarce had we passed the threshold when
there came near a dozen reports and flashes from every direction among
the hollows of the links. Mr. Huddlestone staggered, uttered a weird
and freezing cry, threw up his arms over his head, and fell backward
on the turf.
"Traditore! Traditore!" cried the invisible avengers.
And just then a part of the roof of the pavilion fell in, so rapid
was the progress of the fire. A loud, vague, and horrible noise
accompanied the collapse, and a vast volume of flame went soaring up
to heaven. It must have been visible at that moment from twenty miles
out at sea, from the shore at Graden Wester, and far inland from the
peak of Graystiel, the most eastern summit of the Caulder Hills.
Bernard Huddlestone, although God knows what were his obsequies, had
a fine pyre at the moment of his death.
I should have the greatest difficulty to tell you what followed
next after this tragic circumstance. It is all to me, as I look back
upon it, mixed, strenuous, and ineffectual, like the struggles of a
sleeper in a nightmare. Clara, I remember, uttered a broken sigh and
would have fallen forward to earth, had not Northmour and I supported
her insensible body. I do not think we were attacked: I do not
remember even to have seen an assailant; and I believe we deserted Mr.
Huddlestone without a glance. I only remember running like a man in a
panic, now carrying Clara altogether in my own arms, now sharing her
weight with Northmour, now scuffling confusedly for the possession of
that dear burden. Why we should have made for my camp in the Hemlock
Den, or how we reached it, are points lost forever to my recollection.
The first moment at which I became definitely sure, Clara had been
suffered to fall against the outside of my little tent, Northmour and
I were tumbling together on the ground, and he, with contained
ferocity, was striking for my head with the butt of his revolver. He
had already twice wounded me on the scalp; and it is to the consequent
loss of blood that I am tempted to attribute the sudden clearness of
I caught him by the wrist.
"Northmour," I remember saying, "you can kill me afterwards. Let
us first attend to Clara."
He was at that moment uppermost. Scarcely had the words passed my
lips, when he had leaped to his feet and ran toward the tent; and the
next moment, he was straining Clara to his heart and covering her
unconscious hands and face with his caresses.
"Shame!" I cried. "Shame to you, Northmour!"
And, giddy though I still was, I struck him repeatedly upon the
head and shoulders.
He relinquished his grasp, and faced me in the broken moonlight.
"I had you under, and I let you go," said he; "and now you strike
"You are the coward," I retorted. "Did she wish your kisses while
she was still sensible of what you wanted? Not she! And now she may
be dying; and you waste this precious time, and abuse her
helplessness. Stand aside, and let me help her."
He confronted me for a moment, white and menacing; then suddenly he
"Help her then," said he.
I threw myself on my knees beside her, and loosened, as well as I
was able, her dress and corset; but while I was thus engaged, a grasp
descended on my shoulder.
"Keep your hands off her," said Northmour, fiercely. "Do you think
I have no blood in my veins?"
"Northmour," I cried, "if you will neither help her yourself, nor
let me do so, do you know that I shall have to kill you?"
"That is better!" he cried. "Let her die also, where's the harm?
Step aside from that girl! and stand up to fight."
"You will observe," said I, half rising, "that I have not kissed
"I dare you to," he cried.
I do not know what possessed me; it was one of the things I am most
ashamed of in my life, though, as my wife used to say, I knew that my
kisses would be always welcome were she dead or living; down I fell
again upon my knees, parted the hair from her forehead, and, with the
dearest respect, laid my lips for a moment on that cold brow. It was
such a caress as a father might have given; it was such a one as was
not unbecoming from a man soon to die to a woman already dead.
"And now," said I, "I am at your service, Mr. Northmour."
But I saw, to my surprise, that he had turned his back upon me.
"Do you hear?" I asked.
"Yes," said he, "I do. If you wish to fight, I am ready. If not,
go on and save Clara. All is one to me."
I did not wait to be twice bidden; but, stooping again over Clara,
continued my efforts to revive her. She still lay white and
lifeless; I began to fear that her sweet spirit had indeed fled
beyond recall, and horror and a sense of utter desolation seized upon
my heart. I called her by name with the most endearing inflections; I
chafed and beat her hands; now I laid her head low, now supported it
against my knee; but all seemed to be in vain, and the lids still lay
heavy on her eyes.
"Northmour," I said, "there is my hat. For God's sake bring some
water from the spring."
Almost in a moment he was by my side with the water.
"I have brought it in my own," he said. "You do not grudge me the
"Northmour," I was beginning to say, as I laved her head and
breast; but he interrupted me savagely.
"Oh, you hush up!" he said. "The best thing you can do is to say
I had certainly no desire to talk, my mind being swallowed up in
concern for my dear love and her condition; so I continued in silence
to do my best toward her recovery, and, when the hat was empty,
returned it to him, with one word"More." He had, perhaps, gone
several times upon this errand, when Clara reopened her eyes.
"Now," said he, "since she is better, you can spare me, can you
not? I wish you a good night, Mr. Cassilis."
And with that he was gone among the thicket. I made a fire, for I
had now no fear of the Italians, who had even spared all the little
possessions left in my encampment; and, broken as she was by the
excitement and the hideous catastrophe of the evening, I managed, in
one way or anotherby persuasion, encouragement, warmth, and such
simple remedies as I could lay my hand onto bring her back to some
composure of mind and strength of body.
Day had already come, when a sharp "Hist!" sounded from the
thicket. I started from the ground; but the voice of Northmour was
heard adding, in the most tranquil tones: "Come here, Cassilis, and
alone; I want to show you something."
I consulted Clara with my eyes, and, receiving her tacit
permission, left her alone, and clambered out of the den. At some
distance off I saw Northmour leaning against an elder; and, as soon
as he perceived me, he began walking seaward. I had almost overtaken
him as he reached the outskirts of the wood.
"Look," said he, pausing.
A couple of steps more brought me out of the foliage. The light of
the morning lay cold and clear over that well-known scene. The
pavilion was but a blackened wreck; the roof had fallen in, one of
the gables had fallen out; and, far and near, the face of the links
was cicatrized with little patches of burned furze. Thick smoke
still went straight upward in the windless air of the morning, and a
great pile of ardent cinders filled the bare walls of the house, like
coals in an open grate. Close by the islet a schooner yacht lay to,
and a well-manned boat was pulling vigorously for the shore.
"The 'Red Earl'!" I cried. "The 'Red Earl' twelve hours too late!"
"Feel in your pocket, Frank. Are you armed?" asked Northmour.
I obeyed him, and I think I must have become deadly pale. My
revolver had been taken from me.
"You see, I have you in my power," he continued. "I disarmed you
last night while you were nursing Clara; but this morninghere
take your pistol. No thanks!" he cried, holding up his hand. "I do
not like them; that is the only way you can annoy me now."
He began to walk forward across the links to meet the boat, and I
followed a step or two behind. In front of the pavilion I paused to
see where Mr. Huddlestone had fallen; but there was no sign of him,
nor so much as a trace of blood.
"Graden Floe," said Northmour.
He continued to advance till we had come to the head of the beach.
"No farther, please," said he. "Would you like to take her to
"Thank you," replied I; "I shall try to get her to the minister at
The prow of the boat here grated on the beach, and a sailor jumped
ashore with a line in his hand.
"Wait a minute, lads!" cried Northmour; and then lower and to my
private ear, "You had better say nothing of all this to her," he
"On the contrary!" I broke out, "she shall know everything that I
"You do not understand," he returned, with an air of great dignity.
"It will be nothing to her; she expects it of me. Good-by!" he
added, with a nod.
I offered him my hand.
"Excuse me," said he. "It's small, I know; but I can't push things
quite so far as that. I don't wish any sentimental business, to sit
by your hearth a white-haired wanderer, and all that. Quite the
contrary: I hope to God I shall never again clap eyes on either one of
"Well, God bless you, Northmour!" I said heartily.
"Oh, yes," he returned.
He walked down the beach; and the man who was ashore gave him an
arm on board, and then shoved off and leaped into the bows himself.
Northmour took the tiller; the boat rose to the waves, and the oars
between the tholepins sounded crisp and measured in the morning air.
They were not yet half way to the "Red Earl," and I was still
watching their progress, when the sun rose out of the sea.
One word more, and my story is done. Years after, Northmour was
killed fighting under the colors of Garibaldi for the liberation of