Within the Maze. A novel

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a Nobti, BY MRS. HENRY WOOD, author of " east lynne," " the channings," " johnny ludlow," etc:., etc. lEightB^tftt) ©fiousanti. LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY AND SON, publishers in ©riinarn to pjer fstajrstg the ©ueen. 1896. {Ail rights reserved. ) LONDON : PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, STAMFORD STREET AND CHARING CROSS. CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I. Mrs. Andinnian's Home ... .... ... ... i II. Lucy Cleeve ... ... ... .. ... 14 III. At Sunset ... ... ... ... ... 29 IAT. The Trial ... ... ... ... ... 36 A7. Bearing in Silence ... ... ... ... 47 VI. An Atmosphere of Mystery ... ... ... 55 VII. At the Charing Cross Hotel ... ... ... 66 ATII. In the Avenue d'Antin ... ... ... 72 IX. At Foxwood ... ... ... ... ... 82 X. Mrs. Andinnian's Secret ... ... ... 93 XL At the Gate of The Maze ... ... ... 106 XII.

Taking an Evening Stroll ... ... ... 118 XIII. Miss Blake gets in ... ... ... ... 130 XIA7. Miss Blake on the AVatch ... ... ... 141 XV. Revealed to Lady Andinnian ... ... ... 153 XVI. A Night at The Maze ... ... ... 169 XVII. Before the AVorld ... ... ... ... 180 XVIII. A Night Alarm ... ... ... ... 192 XIX. In the Same Train ... ... ... ... 206 XX. At the Station ... ... ... ... CONTENTS. VI CHAPTER PAGE XXI. Hard to bear ... ... ... ... 229 XXII. AVith his Brother ... ... ... 238 XXIII. The Maze invaded ... ... ... ... 245 XXIV. Recognized ... ... ... ... 256 XXV. A New Lodger in Paradise Row ... ... 262 XXVI. Nurse Chaffen on Duty ... ... ... 269 XXVII. Watching the House ... ... ... 283 XXVIII. At Afternoon Service ... ... ... 294 XXIX. At Lawyer St. Henry's ... ... ... 305 XXX. Another Kettle-drum ... ... ... 317 XXXI.

Only a Night Owl ... ... ... ... 332 XXXII. One Day in her Life ... ... ... 345 XXXIII. Mrs. Chaffen disturbed ... .. ... 355 XXXIV. Baffled ... ... ... ... ... 362 XXXV. At Scotland \7ard ... ... ... ... 370 XXXA7I. Untoward Chances ... ... ... 381 XXXATI. Ann Hopley startled ... ... ... 392 XXXVIII. Searching Clematis Cottage ... ... 402 XXXIX. Taken from the Evil to come ... ... 411 XL. News for Mr. Tatton ... ' ... ... 420 XLI. Mrs. Cleeve at Fault ... ... ... 430 XLII. At the Red Dawn ... ... ... 444 XLIII. Laid to his Rest ... ... ... ... 455 XLIA7. Repentance ... ... ... ... 461 XLV. Only a Man like other Men ... ,.. 469 Conclusion ... ... ... ... ,j. MAZE

Chapter I. Mrs

ANDINNIAN'S HOME. The house was ugly and old-fashioned, with sundry modern improvements, and was surrounded by a really beautiful garden. Though situated close upon a large market-town of North amptonshire, it stood alone, excluded from the noise and bustle of the world. The occupant of this house was a widow lady, Mrs. Andin nian. Her husband, a post-captain in the Royal Navy, had been dead some years. She had two sons. The elder, Adam, was of no profession, and lived with her; the younger, Karl, was a lieutenant in one of her Majesty's regiments. Adam was presumptive-heir to his uncle, Sir Joseph Andinnian, a baronet of modern creation : Karl had his profession alone to look to, and a small private income of two hundred a-year. They were not rich, these Andinnians : though the late captain had deemed himself well-off, with his private fortune, and his pay.

The private fortune was just six hundred a-year; the pay not great : but Captain Andinnian's tastes were simple, his wants few. At his death it was found that he had bequeathed his money in three equal portions : two hundred a-year to his wife, and two hundred to each of his sons. " Adam and his mother will live together," he said in the will ; " she would not be parted from him : and four hundred pounds, with her small pension, will be sufficient for comfort. When Adam succeeds his uncle, they can make any fresh arrangement Within the Maze. MA2E. 2 that pleases them. But I hope that when that time shall come they will not forget Karl." Mrs. Andinnian resented the will, and resented these words In it. Her elder boy, Adam, had always been first and fore most with her : never a mother loved a son more ardently than she loved him.

For Karl she cared not. Captain Andinnian was not blind to the injustice, and perhaps thence arose the motive that induced him not to leave his wife's two hundred a-year of income at her own disposal. When Mrs. Andinnian died it would lapse to Karl. The captain had loved his sons equally : he would willingly have left them equally provided for in life, and divided the fortune that was to come sometime to Adam. Mrs. Andinnian, in spite ot the anticipated elevation for Adam, would have had him left better-off from his father's property than Karl. There had been an almost life-long feud between the two family branches. Sir Joseph Andinnian and his brother the captain had not met for years and years : and it was a positive fact that the latter's sons had never seen their uncle. For this feud the brothers themselves were not in the first instance to blame.

It did not arise with them, but with their wives. Both ladies were of a haughty, overbearing, and implacable temper. They had quarrelled very soon after their first introduction to each other; the quarrel grew, and grew, and finally drew the husbands into its vortex. Joseph Andinnian, the younger of the two brothers, had been a noted and very successful civil engineer. Some great work, that he had originated and completed, gained him his reward — a baronetcy. WThilst he was in the very flush of his new honours, an accident that he met with laid him for many months upon a sick-bed. Not only that : it incapacitated him for future active service. So, when he was little more than a middle-aged man, he retired from his profession, and took up his abode for life at a pretty estate he had bought in Kent, called Foxwood Court, barely an hour's railway journey from London : by an express train not much more than half-an hour's. Here, he and his wife had since lived : he growing more and more of an invalid as the years went on.

They had no children ; consequently his brother, Captain Andinnian, Was heir to the baronetcy : and, following on Captain Andin nian, Adam, the captain's eldest son. Captain Andinnian did not live to succeed. In what seemed the pride of his health and strength, just after he had landed from a three-years' voyage, and was indulging in visions of a flag, symptoms of a mortal disease manifested themselves. He begged his physicians to let him know the truth ; and they did so. He must expect but a very few weeks more of life. Captain Andinnian, after taking a day or two to look matters fully in the face, went up to London, and thence down to Sir Joseph's house in Kent. The brothers once face to face, met as though no ill-blood had ever separated them : hands were locked in hands, gaze went out to gaze.

Both were simple, earnest, affectionate men ; and but for their wives — to whom, if the truth must be avowed, each lay in subjection — not a mis-word would ever have arisen between them. " I am dying, Joseph," said the captain, when some of their mutual emotion had worn away. " The doctors tell me so, and I feel it to be true. Naturally, it has set me thinking of many things ; things that I am afraid I have too carelessly put off. What I have come down to you chiefly for, is to ask about my son — Adam. You'll tell me the truth, won't you, Joseph, as between brothers ? " "I'll tell you anything, Harry," was Sir Joseph's answer. " The truth about what ? " " Whether he is to succeed you or not ? " " Why, of course he must succeed : failing yourself. What are you thinking of, Harry, to ask it ?

I've no son of my own : it isn't likely I shall have one now. He will be Sir Adam after me." " It's not the title I was thinking of, Joseph. Failing a direct heir, I know that must come to him. But the property ? — will he have that ? It is not entailed ; and you could cut him off absolutely." " D'you think I'd be so unjust as that, Harry ? " was the half indignant reply. "A title, and nothing to keep it Up on ! I have never had an idea of leaving it away from you ; or from him, if you went first. When Adam succeeds to my name and rank, he will succeed to my property. Were my wife to survive me, she would have this place for life, and a good part of the income : but Adam would have it all at her death." " This takes a weight off my mind," avowed Captain Andin nian. " Adam was not brought up to any profession.

Beyond the two hundred a-year he will inherit from me " " A bad thing that — no profession," interrupted Sir Joseph. " If I had ten sons, and they were all heirs to ten baronetcies, each should be brought up to use his brains or his hands." " It's what I have urged over and over again," acknowledged the captain. " But the wife — you know what she is — set her face against it. ' He'll be Sir Adam Andinnian of Foxwood,' she would answer me with, ' and he shall not soil his hands with work.' Then I have been nearly always afloat, Joseph : not on the spot to enforce things : something has lain in that also." " I wonder the young man should not have put himself forward to be of use in the world ! " "Adam is idly inclined. I am sorry for it, but it is so. One thing has been against him, and that's his health.

He's as tall and strong a young fellow to look at as you'd meet in a summer day, but he is, I fear, anything but sound in constitution. A nice fellow too, Joseph." " Of good disposition ? " " Very. We used to be almost afraid of him as a boy ; he would put himself into such unaccountable sits of passion. Just as— as— somebody else used to do, you know, Joseph," added the sailor, with some hesitation. Sir Joseph nodded. The somebody else was the captain's wife, and Adam's mother. Sir Joseph's own wife was not exempt from the same sort of failing : but in a less wild decree than Mrs. Andinnian. With her, the defects of temper were more of the nature of sullenness. " But Adam seems to have outgrown all that : I've seen and heard nothing of it since he came to manhood," resumed the captain. " I wish from my heart he had some profession to occupy him.

His mother always filled him with the notion that he would be your heir, and would not want it." " He'll be my heir, in all senses, safe enough, Harry : though I would rather have heard he was given to industry than idleness. How does he get through his time? Young men naturally seek some pursuit as an outlet for their superfluous activity." " Adam has a pursuit that he makes a hobby of; and that is his love of flowers; in fact, his love of gardening in any shape. He'll be out amidst the plants and shrubs from sunrise to sunset. Trained to it, he would have made a second Sir Joseph Paxton. I should like you to see him : he is very handsome." " And the young one — what is he like ? What's his name by the way ? Henry ? " " No. Karl." "Karl?" repeated Sir Joseph, in surprise, as if questioning whether he heard aright.

" Ay, Karl. His mother was in Germany when he was born ; it being a cheap place to live in — I was only a poor lieutenant then, Joseph, and just gone off to be stationed before the West Indies. A great friend of hers there, some German lady, had a little boy named Karl. My wife fell in love with the name, and called her own infant after it." " Well, it sounds an outlandish name to me," cried the baronet, who was entirely unacquainted with every language but his own. "So I thought, when she first wrote me word," assented Captain Andinnian. " But after I came home and got used to call the lad by it, you don't know how I grew to like it. The name gains upon your favour wonderfully, Joseph : and I have heard other people say the same. It is Charles in English, you know." " Then why not call him Charles ?

" " Because the name is really Karl, and not Charles. He was baptized in Germany, but christened in England, and in both places it was ' Karl.' His mother has never cared very much for him." " For him or his name, do you mean ? " " Oh, for him." Sir Joseph opened his eyes. " Why on earth not ? " " Because all the love her nature's capable of — and in her it's tolerably strong — is given to Adam. She can't spare an atom from him : her love for him is a sort of idolatry. For one thing, she was very ill when Karl was born, and neither nursed nor tended him. He was given over to the care of her sister who lived with her, and who had him wholly, so to say, for the first three years of his life." " And what's Karl like ? " repeated Sir Joseph. "You ought to see him," burst forth the captain, with anima« tion.

" He's everything that's good and noble and worthy. Joseph, there are not many young men of the present day so attractive as Karl." " With a tendency to be passionate, like his brother?" " Not he. A tendency to patience, rather. They have put upon him at home — between ourselves ; kept him down, you know ; both mother and brother. He is several years younger than Adam ; but they are attached to each other. A more gentle, sweet-tempered lad than Karl never lived : all his instincts are those of a gentleman. He will make a brave soldier. He is ensign in the — regiment." " The — regiment," repeated Sir Joseph. " Rather a crack corps that, is it not ? " " Yes ; Karl has been lucky. He will have to make his own way in the world, for I can't give him much. But now that I am assured of your intentions as to Adam, things look a trifle brighter.

Joseph, I thank you with all my heart." Once more the brothers clasped hands. This re-union was the pleasantest event of their later lives. The captain remained two days at Foxwood. Lady Andinnian was civilly courteous to him, but never cordial. She did not second her husband's pressing wish that he should prolong his stay : neither did she once ask after any of his family. Captain Andinnian's death took place, as anticipated. His will, when opened, proved to be what was mentioned above. Some years had gone by since. Mrs. Andinnian and her son Adam had continued to live together in their quiet home in Northamptonshire; Karl, lieutenant now, and generally with his regiment, paying them an occasional visit. No particular change had occurred, except the death of Lady Andinnian. The families had continued to be estranged as heretofore : for never a word of invitation had come from Foxwood.

Report ran that Sir Joseph was ailing much ; very much indeed since the loss of his wife. And now, that this introduction is over, we can go on with the story. It was a beautiful day in April. At a large window thrown open to the midday sun, just then very warm and bright, sat a lady of some five-and-fifty years. A tall, handsome, command ing woman, resolution written in every line of her haughty face, She wore a black silk gown with the slightest possible amount of crape on it, and the guipure cap — or, rather, the guipure lappets, for of cap there was not much to be seen — had in them some black ribbon. Her purple-black hair was well preserved and abundant still ; her black eyes were stern, and fearlessly honest. It was Mrs. Andinnian. She was knitting what is called a night-sock. Some sick pensioner of hers or her son's — for both had their charities— needed the comfort.

Her thoughts were busy ; her eyes went fondly out to the far end of the garden, where she could just discern her son against the shrubs : the fairest and dearest sight to Mrs. Andinnian that earth had ever contained for her, or ever would contain. " It is strange Sir Joseph does not write for him," ran her thoughts— and they very often did run in the same groove. " I cannot imagine why he doe-s not. Adam ought to be on the spot and get acquainted with his inheritance : his uncle must know that he ought. But that I have never stooped to ask a favour in my life, I would write to Sir Joseph, and suggest a visit for Adam, and— for— yes, for me. During that woman's lifetime Adam was not likely to be welcomed there : but the woman's gone. It is two months this very day since she died." The woman thus unceremoniously alluded to was Lady Andinnian : and the slight mourning was worn for her.

Some intricacy in the knitting caused Mrs. Andinnian to bend her head : when she looked up again, her son was not to be seen. At the same moment, a faint sound of distant conversation smote upon her ear. The work dropped on her lap ; with a look of annoyance she lifted her head to listen. " He is talking to that girl again ! I am sure of it." Raise her head and her ears as she would, she could not positively tell whose voices they were. Instinct, however, that in stinct of suspicion we all feel within us on occasion, was enough. A respectable man-servant of middle age, thoughtful-looking, and of fair complexion, entered the room and presented a note to his mistress. " Who is it from ? " she asked as she took it from the silver waiter. An old waiter, bearing the Andinnian crest. " Mrs. Poole's housemaid has brought it, ma'am.

She is waiting for an answer." It was only a friendly note of invitation from a neighbour, asking Mrs. Andinnian and her two sons to go in that evening. For Karl, the second son, had come home for a twodays' visit, and was just then writing letters in another room. " Yes, we will go — if Adam has no engagement," said Mrs. Andinnian to herself, but half aloud. " Hewitt, go and tell Mr. Andinnian that I wish to speak with him." The man went across the garden and through the wilderness of shrubs. There stood his master at an open gate, talking to a very pretty girl with bright hair and rosy cheeks " My mistress wishes to see you, Mr. Adam." Adam Andinnian turned, a defiant expression on his haughty face, as if he did not like the interruption. He was a very fine man of some three-and-thirty years, tall and broad-shouldered, with his mother's cast of proud, handsome features, her fresh complexion, and her black hair.

His eyes were dark grey, deeply set in the head, and singularly beautiful. His teeth also were remarkably good ; white, even, and prominent, and he showed them very much. " Tell my mother I'll come directly, Hewitt." Hewitt went back with the message. The young lady who had turned to one of her own flower-beds, for the gardens joined, was bending over some budding tulips. " I think they will be out next week, Mr. Andinnian," she looked round to say. " Never mind the tulips," he answered, after a pause, during which he had leaned on the iron railings, looking dark and haughty. " I want to hear more about this." "There's nothing more to hear," was the young lady's answer. »' That won't do, Rose. Come here." And she went obediently. The house to which this other garden belonged was a humble, unpretending dwelling, three parts cottage, one part villa.

A Mr. Turner lived in it with his wife and niece. The former was in a flourishing retail business in the town : a grocer : and he and his wife were as humble and unpretending as their dwelling. The niece, Rose, was different. Her father had been a lawyer in small local practice : and at his death, Rose — her mother also dead — was taken by her uncle and aunt, who loved both her and her childish beauty. Since then she had lived with them, and they educated her well. She was a good girl : and in the essential points of mind, manners, and appear ance, a lady. But her position was of necessity a somewhat isolated one. With the tradespeople of the town Rose Turner did not care to mix : she felt that, however worthy, they were beneath her; quite of another order. On the other hand, gentlepeople would not associate with Miss Turner, or put so much as the soles of their shoes over the door-sill of the grocer's private house.

At sixteen she had been sent to a finishing school : at eighteen she came back as pretty and as nice a girl as one of fastidious taste would wish to see. Years before, Adam and Karl Andinnian had made friends with the little child : they continued to be intimate with her as brothers and sister. Latterly it had dawned on Mrs. Andin nian's perception that Adam and Miss Turner were a good deal together ; certainly more than they need be. Adam had even come to neglect his flowers that he so much loved, and to waste his time talking to Rose. It cannot be said that Mrs. Andinnian feared any real complication — any undesirable result of any kind ; the great difference in their ages might alone have served to dispel the notion : Adam was thirty-three ; Miss Turner was only just out of her teens. But she was vexed with her son for being so frivolous and foolish : and, although she did not acknowledge it to herself, a vague feeling of uneasiness in regard to it lay at the bottom of her heart.

As to Adam, he kept his thoughts to himself. Whether this new propensity for wasting his hours with Miss Turner arose out of mere pastime, or whether he entertained for her any warmer feeling, was his own secret. Things — allowing for argument's sake that there was some love in the matter — were destined not to go on with uninter rupted smoothness. There is a proverb to the effect, you know. During the last few weeks a young medical student, named Martin Scott, had become enamoured of Miss Turner. At first, he had confined himself to silent admiration. Latterly he had taken to speaking of it. Free-mannered, after the fashion of medical students of graceless nature, he had twice snatched a kiss from her : and the young lady, smarting under the in fliction, indignant, angry, had this day whispered the tale to Adam Andinnian.

And no sooner was it done, than she repented : for the hot fury, that shone out of Mr. Andinnian's face, startled her greatly. They were standing together again at the small iron gate, ere the sound of Hewitt's footsteps had well died away. Rose Turner had the true golden hair that ladies have taken to covet and spend no end of money on pernicious dyes in trying to ob tain. Her garden hat was untied, and she was playing with its Strings. " Rose, I must know all ; and I insist upon your telling me. Go on." " But indeed I have told you all, Mr. Andinnian." Mr. Andinnian gazed steadfastly into Miss Rose's eyes, as if he would read the truth in their very depths. It was evident that she now spoke unwillingly, and only in obedience to his stronger will. " It was last night, was it, that he came up, this brute of a Scott?"

" Last night, about six," she answered. " We were at tea, and my aunt asked him to take some " " Which he did, of course ? " savagely interrupted Mr. Andinnian. "Yes; and ate two muffins all to himself," laughed Miss Turner, trying to turn aside the anger. Mr. Andinnian did not like the merriment. " Be serious, if you please, child ; this is a serious matter. Was it after tea that he— that he dared to insult you?" and the speaker closed his right hand with a meaning gesture as he said it. " Yes. My aunt went to the kitchen to see about something that was to be prepared for my uncle's supper — for she is fidgety about the cooking, and will never trust it to the servant. Martin Scott then began to tease as usual ; saying how much he cared for me, and asking me to wait for him until he could get into practice."

" Well ? " questioned Adam, impatiently, as she stopped. "I told him that he had already had his answer from me, and that he had no right to bring the matter up again ; that it was foolish besides, as it only set me more against him. Then I sat down to the piano and played the ' Chatelaine ' — he only likes rattling music — and sang a song, thinking it would pass the time until my aunt returned. By-and-by I heard my uncle's latch-key in the front-door, and I was crossing the room to go and meet him, when Martin Scott laid hold of my arm, and — and kissed me." Mr. Andinnian bit his lip almost to bleeding. His face was frightful in its anger. Rose shivered a little. " I am sorry I told you, Mr. Andinnian." " Now listen, Rose. If ever this Martin Scott does the like again, I'll shoot him." " Oh, Mr. Andinnian !

" " I shall warn him. In the most unmistakable words ; words that he cannot misconstrue ; I will warn him of what I mean to do. Let him disregard it' at his peril; if he does so, I'll shoot him as I would shoot a dog." The very ferocity of the threat, its extreme nature, disarmed Miss Turner's belief in it. She smiled up in the speaker's face and shook her head, but was content to let the subject pass away in silence. Adam Andinnian, quite forgetting his mother's message, began talking of pleasanter things. Meanwhile, Mrs. Andinnian's patience was getting ex hausted : she hated to keep other people's servants waiting her pleasure. Her fingers were on the bell to ring for Hewitt, when Karl entered the room, some sealed letters in his hand. A slender man of seven-and-twenty, slightly above the middle height, with pale, clearly-cut features and a singularly nice expression of countenance.

He had the deeply set, beautiful grey eyes of his brother ; but his hair, instead of being black and straight, was brown and wavy. An attractive-looking man, this Karl Andinnian. "I am going out to post these letters," said Karl. "Can I do anything for you in the town, mother ? " The voice was attractive also. Low-toned, clear, musical, full of truth : a voice to be trusted all over the world. Adam's voice was inclined to harshness, and he had a loud way of speaking. " Nothing in the town," replied Mrs. Andinnian : and now that you notice it, her voice was harsh also. " But you can go and ask your brother why he keeps me waiting. He is behind the shrubbery." Karl left his letters on the table, traversed the garden, and found Adam with Miss Turner. They turned to wait his approach. A half-doubt, he knew not wherefore, dawned for the first time on his mind.

" How are you this morning, Rose ? " he asked, raising his hat with the ceremony one observes to an acquaintance, rather than to an intimate friend. " Adam, the mother seems vexed : you are keeping her waiting, she says, and she wishes to know the reason for it." " I had forgotten all about it," cried Adam. " Deuce take the thorn ! " For just at that moment he had run a thorn into his finger. Karl began talking with Miss Turner : there was no obligation on him to return forthwith to the house. " Go back, will you, Karl, and tell the mother I am sorry I forgot it. I shall be there as soon as you are." " A genteel way of getting rid of me," thought Karl, with a laugh, as he at once turned into the shrubbery. " Good day to you, Rose." But when he was fairly beyond their sight Karl's face became as grave as a judge's. " Surely Adam is not drifting into any thing serious in that quarter !