Ane Hereford. A novel

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VOL. HI. I- S"Dtl. I'.Y Mrs. HENRY WOOD, author of '4east i/inne," ,4the red court farm," etc. etc. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. LONDON: TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE STREET, STRAND. 1868. _All rights of Translation and Reproduction are reserved.'] LONDON : BAVILL, EDWARDS AND CO., PRINTERS, CHANDOS 6TBEET, COVBNT GARDEN. CONTENTS OF THE THIED VOLUME. CHAP. PAGE I. A NIGHT ALARM 1 II. SEEN IN THE GALLERY BY MOONLIGHT . 38 III. MRS. PENNJS REVELATION .... 74 IV. NOTHING BUT MISERY 113 V. GETTING INTO THE WEST WING . . . 144 VI. GEORGE HENEAGE 186 VII. AN IGNOMINIOUS EXIT 223 VIII. MR. EDWIN BARLEY IN THE WEST WING 259 IX. THE LAST FRIGHT OF ALL .... 285 X. BACK FOR AYE AT CHANDOS . . .

Chapter I

A NIGHT ALARM. It was the loveliest autumn I had ever remembered. Clear, soft, balmy; the foliage glowing with its ruddy tints, the sky blue and beautiful. There would be a fire in the grate of the oak parlour, and the window thrown open to the lawn and the scent of the sweet flowers. One after noon I sat there, a bit of work in my hand, the sprays of jessamine nearly touching me, and the far off pine-walk looking almost as bright as though no ghost had the reputation of haunting it. Mr. Chandos sat at the table writing. Out of doors or in, we were very much together, and my heart was at rest. I'm afraid I had taken to think that the heaven of hereafter could not be more bliss ful than this that I seemed to be living in now. His foot was weak agaiu. Not to disable him from getting about ; only to deter him from walk ing more than was absolutely necessary.

It was all his own fault ; as Mr. Dickenson, the surgeon, told him ; he had persisted in using the ankle too much before it was quite strong. Lady Chandos kept her rooms still ; report said her bed; and the impression in the house was that she lay in danger. The discovery of the petty pilferer, or pilferers, appeared to be as far off as ever : but one or two strange things connected with the subject were about to occur. " Will you put these on the hall-table for me, Anne V I turned to take the letters from him. When he did not let me save his foot in these little things, it made me cross, and I told him so. One of the letters was addressed to his sister. " You have been writing to Madame de Mel lissie, Mr. Chandos \" " Yes. We heard from her this morning. She expects to be here in a day or two.

Stay ! I think I wHl show my mother what I have said. You shall put only the other one on the table/' The news feU on my heart like a shaft of ice. Chandos had become aU too dear. The other letter was to Mr. Haines ; I remembered the name as that of an agent who had taken the house by the lodge-gates for Mr. Edwin Bar ley. It was sealed with the Chandos coat of arms in black wax. I had never seen Mr. Chan dos use red. Lizzy Dene was passing through the hall as I laid the letter down. I observed that she looked at me ; seemed to look at what I was doing ; and Mrs. Penn and Hill were speak ing on the stairs, nearly beyond view ; whether they saw me or not, I could not say. " Thank you," said Mr. Chandos, when I went in again. "What should I do without you to fetch and carry ? I want that book now."

It lay on the side -table ; a dreadfuUy dry » scientific work. He locked his desk and took the book from me. " You must put down your slavery to my stupid foot. When you get disabled, Anne, I'll do as much for you." " You know the fault is yours, Mr. Chandos. Had you only been a little patient when the foot was getting better, it would have been strong be fore now. As to the slavery " " Well ? What as to the slavery ? Are you going to strike ?" I had been about to say that I liked the sla very, but stopped in time. The colour of em barrassment was coming into my cheek, and I turned it off with a light laugh and light words. " I won't strike just yet. Not until Madame de MeUissie comes." "Then suppose you lend me your shoulder?" He could have walked quite well without it, as he knew and I knew ; I dare say if put to it he might have walked to the railway station.

But ah ! the bliss of feeling his hand on me ! if it were only half as great to him he had kept his ankle sick for ever ! " As to Emily, with her proverbial uncertainty, she is just as likely to be here in two months as in two days, Anne." / took up my work again ; a pretty bag I was embroidering in gray and black silk for Lady Chandos. He sat on the other side the window, reading his book and talking to me between whiles. All things seemed full of rest and peace and love ; a very paradise. Soon — I dare say it was an hour, but time passed so swiftly — we heard footsteps come along the broad walk to the portico. I looked out to see whose they were. " It is Mr. Dexter," I said to Mr. Chandos. " Dexter ! The very man I wanted to see. Now you need not go away," he added, as I be gan to gather up my work, " we are not about to talk treason.

Don't you know, Anne, that I like to have you with me while I may." He must have been thinking of the approaching separation that the advent of Emily would bring about. But I had to get some more silk, and went to fetch it, staying in my room some minutes. When I got back they were both seated at the table, some papers before them. I turned to the window, and went on with my work. The conversation appeared to be of little moment ; of none to me ; it was of leases, reuts, repairs, and other matters connected with the estate. Presently Mr. Dexter mentioned that he had received a letter from Haines. " Have you ?" said Mr. Chandos. " I wrote to him this afternoon. What does he say ?" Mr. Dexter took a letter from his pocket-book, and put it into his master's hand, who ran his eyes over it. " My letter will be useless, then, and I must write another," he observed when he had finished.

" I'll get it, and show you what I said. It will save explanation." "Let me get it for you, Mr. Chandos," I in terposed, anxious to save him. And without waiting for permission I left the room. But the letter was not on the table. " It is not there, Mr. Chandos ; it is gone." " It cannot be gone," he said, taking out his watch. " It is only four o'clock. Emily's letter is not put there yet." Hickens was called. Hickens, in a marvel of consternation — at being asked what he had clone with the letter — protested he had not seen it ; he had not been in the hall that afternoon. We all went out; it seemed so strange a thing; and I showed Mr. Chandos where I had laid the letter. It had not slipped down; it could not be seen anywhere. Mr. Chandos looked at me : he was evidently thinking that the spy was again at work.

" Was any one in the hall when you put the letter here, Miss Hereford ?" " Lizzy Dene was passing through it. And Mrs. Penn and Hill were standing on the stairs." " They would not touch it," said Mr. Chandos, just as Lizzy Dene, hearing the commotion, looked from the door of the large dining-room. It was her place to keep the room in order, and she seemed to choose odd times to do it in. Mr. Chandos questioned her, but she said she had not touched the letter ; had not in fact noticed it. At this juncture Mrs. Chandos came down the stairs, dressed for going out, attended by Mrs. Penn. She inquired of Mr. Chandos what the matter was. " A letter has mysteriously disappeared from the hall, Ethel," he replied. " A letter disappeared ! how strange !" she returned, in the rather vacant manner that at times characterized her.

" Was it of consequence ?" " In itself, no. But these curious losses are always of consequence in another sense of the word. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Penn : did you speak ?" For Mrs. Penn, who first stood back in sur prise, had advanced behind him, and was saying something in a low tone. " Mr. Chandos ! rely upon it, the same hand that opened my letter has taken this one. You ought not to leave a stone unturned to discover the culprit. I speak in the interest of all." Mr. Chandos nodded grave assent. He seemed to be in a hopeless puzzle. I fully suspected Lizzy Dene ; and I think she saw something of this in my face. " What should I do with a letter that was not mine ?" she cried, her tone resentful, and address ing no one in particular. " If Mr. Chandos offered me a dozen of his letters to read, I'd rather be spared the trouble ; I am no great scholar.

And what good would they do me ?" The argument seemed all conclusive ; at least to Mr. Chandos. I suspected the girl more and more. " Well, Harry, I must leave you to your in vestigation, if I am to have a walk this after noon," concluded Mrs. Chandos. She w-ent out and turned down the broad walk. Lizzy resumed her work in the dining-room, I and Mr. Dexter went back to the oak-parlour and stood at the window : and then I became aware that Mrs. Penn had lingered in the por tico, talking with Mr. Chandos. " Until recently I believed we had the most trustworthy set of servants that it is possible for any family to have," he was saying. " What can there be in my letters that should interest them?" " Nay," said Mrs. Penn, " I think it is the greater wonder what there should be in mine. I am a stranger to your servants : my affairs can not be supposed to concern any one of them."

" It is my habit to leave letters on the table every day. They have never been touched or tampered with, so far as I know, untd this after- 71 noon. " You cannot be sure of that. But what shall you do in the matter now ?" " I don't know what to do ; it is the sort of thing that causes me to feel at a nonplus. Were I to have an officer in the house to watch, as you suggest, it might prove useless." " Have you a suspicion of any one in par ticular?" she abruptly asked. And by this time Mr. Dexter had grown interested in the conver sation, and was listening as closely as I. " Not the slightest. Neither can you have, I suppose." Mrs. Penn was silent " Have you ?" repeated he, thinking her man ner peculiar. " I would rather not answer the question, Mr. Chandos ; because it would inevitably be followed by another."

" Which is equivalent to admitting that your suspicions are directed to some one in particular," he returned, with awakened interest. " Why should you object to avow it ?" " Well, it is so," she replied. " I do think that all the circumstances — taking one loss, one disagreeable event with another — do tend to point suspicion to a certain quarter. But I may be wrong." " To whom ?" he asked. " That is just the question that I knew would foUow," returned Mrs. Penn, " and I must de cline to answer it. No, Mr. Chandos ; you pos sess the same facilities for observing and judg ing that I do : in fact greater ones : and if you cannot draw your own deductions, I certainly will not help you to them. I might be wrong, you know." " You must allude to an inmate of Chandos ?" " I should deem it impossible that any but an inmate of Chandos could play these tricks.

Where would be the opportunity ?" " Mrs. Penn, if you possess any clue ; nay, if you think you have any well-founded cause of suspicion, you ought to impart it to me," he gravely said. " Were I sure that my suspicions were correct, I would do so ; but, as I say, they may be mis taken. Forgive me if I hint that perhaps your own eyes are shut closer than they need be." She hastened away, leaving the imjiression of her mysterious words behind. I wondered very much if she alluded to Lizzy Dene. That same evening I had an opportunity of asking her. Mr. Chandos went to the west wing after dinner, I sat near the lights, working at my bag, when Mrs. Penn came into the oak-parlour, not having troubled herself to knock for ad mittance. " It's fine to be you, Anne Hereford," she said, putting herself into Mr. Chandos's chair by the fire.

" I wish I had this room to sit in." "Are the rooms up-stairs not comfortable ?" " I don't know about comfort : they are wretchedly dull. I'd as soon be cooped up in a prison. Not a soul to speak to from morning to night, but Mrs. Chandos. Here you have Mr. Chandos ; full state and ceremony ; and the chance of seeing all the visitors." " All the visitors consist of a doctor now and then, and Mr. Dexter once a week, or so," I said laughing. " A doctor and an agent are better than nobody. I suppose," she added, after a pause, " they are all assembled in party conclave in the west wing ; Mr. Chandos, Mrs. Chandos, and my lady." " I wish Lady Chandos was better," I remarked. Mrs. Penn turned round eagerly, her eye lighting with excitement. " I wish I knew what it is that's the matter with her !

I wish I knew ! Do you never gather a hint of it from Mr. Chandos ?" " Never. But why should you be so desirous to learn ? What is it to you, Mrs. Penn ?" " I have my reasons," she replied, nodding her head. " I won't tell them to you this evening, but I have not made a vow that I never will. If she is insane, as I suspect, why then — but I'll say no more now. What a strange thing it is about that letter !" " Very. You are suspecting some one in particular ?" " Well ?" she answered, sharply, turning her face to me. " Is it Lizzy Dene ?" VOL. III. " Who it is, or who it is not, is nothing to you," she rejoined, in the crossest tone I ever heard. " I know this : I would give the worth of a dozen letters ten times over to bring the mystery to light. They may be suspecting you and me next." " Mrs. Penn !"

" Yes, Mrs. Penn !" she retorted in a mocking tone. " We are the only strangers in the house, Anne Hereford." As if my words had angered her past redemp tion, she quitted the room abruptly. Very soon Mr. Chandos returned to it, and the tea came in. He began talking of the lost letter — of the un pleasantness altogether. Should I tell him of my doubt ? The old proverb runs, that if a woman deliberates she is lost : it proved so in my case, and I mentioned Lizzy Dene. " Lizzy Dene !" repeated Mr. Chandos, in great surprise. " Lizzy Dene .'" " But indeed it is a doubt more than a sus picion ; and it arises chiefly from my having found her in my room that night," I eagerly added, feeling half afraid of what I had done, and determined not to hint at her supposed alliance with Mr. Edwin Barley. " Rely upon it, you are wrong, Anne," Mr. Chandos decided, without any pause.

" Lizzy Dene would be the very last woman to act in a treacherous manner to our family. She may be foolishly superstitious, but she is honest as the day. I'll answer for her." How could I say more ? — unless my grounds against Lizzy Dene had been surer. Joseph took away the tea-things, and Mr. Chandos went to his own sitting-room. I stood at the little table in the corner of the room nearest the win dow, putting my work-box to rights. Some of its reels were on the window-ledge, and I moved to get them. I don't know why I should have done it; un thinkingly, I believe ; but I drew aside the muslin curtain to look out on the lovely night, and found my face in contact (save for the glass that was between us) with that of another face, peering in. Terribly startled, I drew away with a scream. Mr. Chandos came back at the moment, and I gave a frightened word of ex- 2 — planation.

Quick as lightning, he laid forcible hold of me, put me in a chair in the sheltered corner close to the work-box, ordered me to stay in it — ordered me, and in the most peremptory manner — and turned to the window to fling it up. One moment and he had leaped out : but in his haste he broke a pane of glass. I sat there, trembling and shaking ; the win dow open, the curtain waving gently in the night breeze — and the thought of that terrible face without. Mr. Chandos looked stern and white when he returned — not through the window — and blood was dripping from his hand. " I can see no one : but I could not stay long, my hand bled so," he said, snatching up his white handkerchief which lay on the table, and winding it round the palm. " But now — Anne, do you think these can be fancies of yours ?

This is the second time." " I wish I could think so. I am certain a man stood there, looking in. He had not time to draw away. I just moved to the window from that corner, so that he did not see me approaching." "Whose face was it? That man's by the lodge-gates — Edwin Barley ?" My very fear. But I did not dare to say it. What I did say was the strict truth — that it had aU passed so momentarily and I was so startled, as to allow no chance of recognition. " Can you find a piece of linen rag, Anne ? I don't care to make a commotion over this. I dare say I can do up my hand myself: I'm a bit of a surgeon." I ran up-stairs to get some, and began turning over the contents of my large trunk in search of it. In doing this, a small parcel, very smaU, got into my hands, and I looked at it with some curiosity, not remembering what it contained.

As I undid the paper two sovereigns fell into my hand. They were not mine ; I possessed none. As I looked and wondered, a strange thought flashed through my mind : were they the two lost sovereigns marked by Mr. Chandos ? There was no time to stay speculating; Mr. Chandos was waiting for the rag. Finding it, I ran down. " You ought to put your hand in warm water, Mr. Chandos. There may be fragments of glass in it." " I was thinking so," he said ; when at that moment Hickens came in with a letter. The man noticed the white handkerchief and its stains. " You have met with an accident, sir !" " Ah," said Mr. Chandos, in a tone of raillery, as if making light of the affair, " this comes, Hickens, of doing things in a hurry. You must bring me a basin of warm water. I attempted to open the window, not observing it was fastened, and my hand slipped through the glass.

Close the shutters. At once." Hickens went to the window : I stood by Mr. Chandos with the linen rag. " Presently," he nodded ; " I must wait for the water. Open this for me, wiU you, Anne ?" I unsealed the letter, and opened it. In handing it to him, my eyes accidentaUy fell upon ray own name. " It is about me!" I exclaimed, in thoughtless impulse. Mr. Chandos ran his eyes over the lines there were but few — and a scowl contracted his brow. He read them over again, and then folded the letter with his one hand. " Hickens, who brought this ? When did it come ?" " It came but now, sir. A lad brought it to the back-door. I happened to be standing there and took it from him. ' For Mr. Chandos,' he said, and turned away. I thought how quickly he made off." " Should you know him again ?" " No, sir, I think not.

I'm not sure, though." " Well, bring the warm water." " Is the letter from Madame de Mellissie ?" I asked. "I don't know who it is from," said Mr. Chandos. " It is anonymous." " Anonymous ! And about me !" I stood looking at him. I connected this letter with the two sovereigns I had just found : was any one at work to ruin me in the estima tion of Chandos House ? " Mr. Chandos, that is not a pleasant letter, is it?" "Anonymous letters never are pleasant ones," he rejoined. " If I had my way, the writers of such should all be shaken in a bag together and sunk in the bottom of the sea. Do not let it trouble you ; it defeats its owrn ends." " Will you allow me to read it ?" " It would give you no pleasure." " But it might give me some light ; and light is what I want just now; I do indeed. Let me see it, Mr. Chandos !

I request it as a favour." " Very well. My showing it to you will prove the sort of estimation I have for it." Taking the letter from his unresisting hand, I opened it and laid it before me. It ran as follows : — " Mr. Chandos, — It is rumoured that you have some trouble in your house, and are sus pecting your servants. The probability is that they are honest ; they have been with you long enough to be proved. There are two strangers under your roof: the companion to Mrs. Chan dos, and the younger lady, Miss Hereford. Please just reflect that all the misfortunes have occurred since these ladies entered Chandos. In doing this, perhaps you will find a way out of the wood. The suggestion is offered by A Friend." "This would implicate Mrs. Penn as well as myself!" I exclaimed. " Yes," he said.

" Forgetting that Mrs. Penn is a sufferer. Or perhaps not knowing it." The tears rose : I could not help it. " Then — do you doubt me, Mr. Chandos ?" He touched my arm ; and those grave eyes of his, half laughing then, looked right into mine. " Doubt you ? So greatly that I am delibe rating whether I shall not call in the police again and give you in charge." It was said in jest I knew, but at that moment it told upon me, and the sobs were palpably near the surface. Hickens was heard approaching with the basin of water. " Oh, Anne, Anne ! you are a very simple child." " Will you see to your hand, sir ?" " Ay, it wants seeing to." It was the palm that was cut ; badly, I thought. Mr. Chandos seemed to understand what to do, and dressed it himself with the butler's help, I watching the process.

When we were alone again, I took the little parcel from my pocket, and gave it to Mr. Chandos. " Will you please to open that, sir ?" " Two sovereigns," he cried, as he did so. " What of them ?" I told him all about it, where I found them. He held them close to the light, and smiled. " They are the sovereigns I lost out of my desk, Anne." " Are you sure ?" " Sure ? Here are the marks. See." Standing close, I looked where he pointed. The marks were plain. I went to my seat and sat down. " And you found them in your trunk ! Anne, who is your enemy in the house ?" " I did not know I had one, sir. So far as I am aware I have not given offence to any within it. I must quit it now." " Oh, indeed ! What else would you like to do?" I could no longer keep my tears back ; it was of no use trying, and they ran over my cheeks.

" It seems to me, Mr. Chandos, that I am no longer safe in it." " You are perfectly safe, Anne, for you possess in it a powerful protector. One who will not suffer harm to reach you; who will be a shield to you in every assault ; who wdl guard an noyance from you so far as shaU be prac ticable." I knew that he alluded to himself, and thanked him in my heart. But — so far as was practi cable ! There it lay. If I reaUy had a hidden enemy, who might shield me ? Mr. Edwin Bar ley it could not be ; and I fell back to the sus pecting of Lizzy Dene. Mr. Chandos began telling off the inmates on his fingers. " There's my mother, Mrs. Chandos, myself, Hill, Hickens ; for all these I can answer. Then come the servants. For some of them I can equally answer, Lizzy Dene being one; but I regard them all as honest and trust worthy."

" Therefore the uncertain ones are only Mrs. Penn and myself." "And Mrs. Penn is certainly exempted," he rejoined. " For she has been meddled with in an equal degree with any of us." " That leaves only me !" " Just so ; only you. But Anne," bending those earnest eyes upon me, " I would answer for you with my life." " If it is not Lizzy Dene that is my enemy, who else can it be ?" I exclaimed, foolishly speak ing what was in my thoughts. " Why should you think it to be Lizzy Dene more than any one else ?" he hastily cried, in a resenting sort of tone. " She can have no cause of enmity against you." There flashed across me that interview with Mr. Edwin Barley. If it was Lizzy Dene who had held it, who was in league with him, no need to search for a motive. " That I have an enemy is indisputable.

The letter you have just received and these sovereigns prove it." " Anne, Lizzy Dene could not have written such a letter as this." That he was prejudiced in favour of Lizzy Dene, determined to admit nothing against her, seemed evident; and I let the subject drop. But now the strangest incident was to occur; an alarming incident ; nay, it might rather be called a scene. In the minute's silence that had supervened, Mrs. Penn glided into the room with out notice. The word " glided" is not inappli cable ; she came softly in, scarcely seeming to move, her face scared, her voice sunk to a whisper. " Mr. Chandos ! Do you know that there are mounted police outside the house ?" He rose from his seat, looking at her as if he thought she must be dreaming. " Mounted police !" he repeated. " They are riding quietly up, three of them ; I saw their sabres flash in the starlight.

I had gone to the library to get a book for Mrs. Chandos ; she having sent to Hill for the key; when I thought I heard a noise as of horsemen, and opened the shutters to look out. Oh, Mr. Chandos ! what can they have come for ? They once rode up to a house where I was staying, in the same silent manner ; it was to make investiga tions in a charge of murder." I had seen Mr. Chandos turn pale before ; you have heard me say so ; but I never saw a tinge so livid in man or woman as that which over spread his countenance now. He retained never theless his self-possession ; ay, and that quiet tone of command which somehow is rarely dis obeyed. " You will be so kind as return immediately to Mrs. Chandos," he calmly said to Mrs. Penn. " Close the doors of the east wing as soon as you have entered, and keep her attention amused.