This was too much for Nettlebed, who advanced upon Mr. Liversedge with such deadly purpose that he had to be called sharply to order. "Master Gideon!" he said explosively, "I've known you from your cradle, and stand by while that gaol-bird gammons you with his talk I will not! And his Grace, the while in the lord knows what case!"
"If one thing is more plain than another," responded Gideon, "it is that his Grace stands in no need of our help! I own, if I had known what dangers he would run into I would not have let him set out as I did, but by God I am glad I did not know! This fellow is a rogue, but he is speaking the truth: his Grace has found himself. I wonder what took him to Hitchin?"
Matthew, who had been puzzling over it in silence, said: "Well, I don't understand any of it! Why did he not go home when he had done what he came to do? What should have kept him in Hertfordshire?"
"Ay, and it's my belief you can answer that!" said Nettlebed, addressing himself to Mr. Liversedge.
"Fellow," said Mr. Liversedge loftily, "do not try my patience too far, or you will regret it! I have so far held my peace, but if you provoke me I shall disclose certain information so damaging to the Duke's reputation that you will be sorry!"
Nettlebed wrung his hands. "Master Gideon!" he said imploringly, "it's more than flesh and blood can bear! If you won't let me make him swallow his lying words, will you give him over to the Law, and be done with it?"
"Captain Ware," said Mr. Liversedge, "if you do any such thing, I must throw my scruples to the wind, and bring an action against your noble relative for abducting my ward!"
At these words, Matthew gave a start, and exclaimed: "Belinda? Good God! No, no, he would not—!"
"I never heard the like of it, not in all my days!" exploded Nettlebed. "To think I'd be standing here listening to such wicked slanders! His Grace never abducted no one, nor never would!"
"He seduced her—I say it with confidence!—with promises of rich raiment!" announced Mr. Liversedge. "And let me tell you, Captain Ware, that my ward has not yet attained the age of seventeen! An innocent flower, who has now suffered doubly at the hands of your family!"
Matthew drew his cousin a little apart, an urgent hand grasping his elbow. "Gideon, if that is so it is the most devilish coil! No, no, I don't mean he abducted her, but you don't know Belinda! Indeed, it will not do! We must instantly find them, and rescue him! She is the loveliest creature, and I'm sure I don't blame him for—But it will not do, Gideon!"
"What nonsense, Matt!" Gideon said impatiently. "Gilly became engaged to Harriet only a week ago!"
"Yes; I know, but you haven't seen Belinda!" said Matthew simply.
Gideon suddenly remembered a passage in the Duke's letter to him. "Good God!" he muttered. "No, it's ridiculous! I never knew Gilly to be in the petticoat-line. As for abduction—fustian!"
"Well, of course, but yon don't know what a fellow this Liversedge is!" Matthew said, under his breath. "He will make trouble for Gilly if he can, and he is Belinda's uncle—or so he says."
"He'll have no opportunity to make trouble," replied Gideon shortly.
"He will if you hand him over to the Law," Matthew warned him. "I don't mean he could succeed in a charge, but it would make the devil of a stir, you know! But what are we to do with him?"
"It seems to me," said Gideon, "that I had best find Adolphus, and discover just what mischief he is brewing. I'll take Liversedge along with me, and Adolphus can decide what is to be done with him. As for you, had you leave to come here?"
"Oh, yes, I told the Bagwig I was wanted on urgent family affairs, and he gave me an exeat. But, you know, Gideon, I do think Nettlebed needs a set-down! It is the outside of enough for him to come searching for me at Oxford, and behaving as though I were a schoolboy, and threatening to go to the Bagwig himself if I would not tell him where he could find Gilly!"
"I wish he might have done so!" said his cousin unsympathetically. "What in thunder do you mean by saddling Adolphus with your damned follies? No thanks to you he is not now being bled white! Get back to Oxford, and if you can't keep out of silly scrapes, for God's sake bring 'em to me in future, and don't encourage Gilly to risk his neck in your service!"
Matthew was so much incensed by this unfeeling speech that he embarked on a long and indignant vindication of himself. Gideon broke in on it without compunction, and told him to spare his breath. Matthew glared at him, and said: "Well, it is just as much my affair as yours, and I shall go with you to Hitchin!"
"You may do that, for it's on your way, but you'll go no farther with me!" said Gideon, turning away.
He found that he was being anxiously watched by Nettlebed and Wragby, in whom dislike of Mr. Liversedge had engendered a temporary alliance. Mr. Liversedge was seated at his ease in the curricle, his plump hands folded, and a benign, not to say saintly expression on his countenance. Mr. Liversedge saw in his sudden recollection of Belinda the hand of Providence working powerfully on his behalf, and was able to meet Captain Ware's hard eyes with an indulgent smile.
"We are now bound for Hitchin, my hopeful friend," said Gideon. "It appears to me that my noble relative might be glad to have you delivered into his hands!"
"If," retorted Mr. Liversedge superbly, "your noble relative has the least regard for justice, sir, he will see in me a benefactor!"
"Master Gideon, only let me darken his daylights!" implored Nettlebed tearfully.
This favour having been denied him, he climbed up sulkily into Matthew's hired tilbury. Gideon took his place on the box of the curricle, and gathered up the reins. Mr. Liversedge said kindly: "May I proffer a piece of advice, sir? I apprehend you are about to make some stir of Hitchin by enquiring for the Duke of Sale. Speaking as one who has his Grace's true interests at heart, I would counsel you to enquire rather for Mr. Rufford, under which sobriquet I have reason to believe him to be travelling."
Gideon, who was beginning to be amused by his effrontery, thanked him, and, upon arrival at the Sun Inn, followed his advice. The result was not happy. The landlord regarded him with patent hostility, and said that if ever he had had an inkling of the trouble which was to come upon him through giving this precious Mr. Rufford house-room he would have put up his shutters rather than have faced it.
"And if it's that pesky boy of his as you're after, it ain't no manner of use asking me," he added. "Because it's none of my business, nor never was! And if it's rooms you're wanting, the house is full!"
Captain Ware, whose autocratic temperament did not make it easy for him to swallow impertinence with a good grace, took instant exception to this form of address, and was on the point of adding to a pithy summary of the landlord's failings and probable end his own name and style when Mr. Liversedge, with his deprecating cough, laid a hand on his sleeve, and said: "Ahem! Allow me, sir! Now, my good man, attend to me, if you please! You will not deny that Mr. Rufford has lately been staying in this inn, with—I fancy—a young companion."
"If you mean as how he had Miss Belinda and that young brother of hers with him, which he said as he was his tutor, I won't," replied the landlord. "Not but what I never saw a tutor behave like he did, nor wear a coat like his. Too smokey, by half, that's what he is, and the more fool me to let him into my house! The trouble I've had! Let alone Master Tom bringing me into disgrace through getting taken up for a common felon, the way he was, I've had Mr. Clitheroe threatening me with hell-fires for letting rakes seduce innocent females under my roof, which I never did, not wittingly, that is! And no sooner does he take himself off than there's Mr. Mamble on the doorstep, ay, and brought along the constable, what's more, which is a thing I never had happen to me, not in all my days!"
"Who the devil is Mr. Mamble?" demanded Gideon.
"Ah, you may well ask, sir! Master Tom's father, that's who he is!"
Matthew, who had been wholly bewildered by the landlord's speech, said: "But who is Master Tom? Gideon, it can't be Gilly! Liversedge! who is this Master Tom?"
"There, sir, I must own that you find me at a loss," confessed Mr. Liversedge. "I can, however, state that Belinda is without known relatives. Master Tom, in fact, is a mystery."
"Wait!" said Gideon. "Damme, why didn't I think to bring my cousin's letter with me? I fancy he spoke of bear-leading some boy or another. This would appear to be the boy."
"I don't know about bear-leading him, sir," struck in the landlord. "By what Mr. Mamble said, him and that Mr. Snape, which is Master Tom's real tutor, Mr. Rufford kidnapped Master Tom. Mr. Mamble was talking of going to London to set the Runners on to his heels, but myself I'd say it was more like Master Tom kidnapped him, for a more daring boy I hope I may never clap my eyes on! Nice goings on when the gentry take to highroad robbery, and has to be bailed out of prison! Mr. Mamble has it fixed in his head his son has got into the hands of a rogue which is using him for his wicked ends, and nothing the constable said could make him change his mind! Mind you, I never thought such of Mr. Rufford myself, and no more, didn't the constable, or Mr. Oare, which is the magistrate here."
"Highroad robbery!" gasped Matthew incredulously. "
Gilly?
Fellow, do you say that Mr. Rufford was arrested?"
"No, not him, sir. He wasn't here when that happened. Dear knows where he was, and I'm sure I never thought to see him again! It was Master Tom that set out to win a purse, and got himself locked up in the Roundhouse. And then what must happen but Miss went off with old Mr. Clitheroe, which is a highly respected Quaker gentleman living in the town!"
"That," said Mr. Liversedge, shaking his head, "was a mistake. It would not answer at all."
"No, sir, and nor it did, for back she came again that very evening. But Mr. Rufford was here by that time, and it wasn't any business of mine, whatever Mr. Clitheroe may choose to say! But it was on account of Mr. Clitheroe that Mr. Rufford up and left with the pair of them last night, instead of spending it here, like he meant to. One of the waiters, which chanced to be outside the door of the private parlour, heard him say he could deal with constables and magistrates, but not with Mr. Clitheroe. And just as well he did go, for Mr. Clitheroe, he came round in such a taking as I never saw half an hour after, and for all Mr. Rufford has a high-up way with him when he chooses, I doubt Mr. Clitheroe wouldn't have taken no account of that, him being moved by the spirit the way he was."
"Gideon," said Matthew, in an awed voice, "do you think that Gilly has run mad?"
"Oh, no, sir!" said the landlord. "Not if you was meaning Mr. Rufford! A very quiet gentleman he is, and knows his way about the world. I never had nothing against him."
"Do you know where he went to?" Gideon asked. "Was he bound for London?"
"No, sir, he was not. He hired a chaise and pair to take the whole party to Aylesbury, that I can tell you, which is the same as I told Mr. Mamble first thing this morning."
"To Aylesbury!" The cousins exchanged glances of startled enquiry.
"Now, what the deuce should take him to Aylesbury?" Gideon wondered.
"There's no understanding any of it!" Matthew declared. "Of course, I see why he should take Belinda with him, but what can he want with this Mamble boy? Who
is
he? I never met any Mamble! Host, who is Mamble? Do you know him?"
"No, sir, I never see him before. He ain't a native of these parts, nor he ain't what I would call true Quality." He coughed. "A great bacon-faced man, he is, as would make no more than a mouthful of Mr. Rufford—and very willing he is to do it, by what he said! He told the constable as he was an ironmaster from Kettering, and Master Tom his only son. He has it fixed in his head Mr. Rufford means to hold the lad to ransom, for he's mighty plump in the pockets, which he makes no secret of. And it seems as how Mr. Rufford, or maybe some rogue with him (not but what I never saw no rogues in his company) gave Mr. Snape, the tutor, a wisty leveller, and made off with Master Tom while he was stretched out senseless on the ground. Leastway, that's his story, and not for me to deny it."
There seemed to be no way of arriving at an explanation of Tom's entry into the Duke's life, but the landlord's frequent references to his activities led Captain Ware to demand a more exact account of them. The whole story of the attempted robbery on the Stevenage road was then poured into his ears. By the time the Duke's masterly share in the business had been described to him, his crooked smile had dawned, but Matthew appeared to be stunned. He did not recover his power of speech until they had left the inn, and then he said feebly: "He
must
be mad!"
"Not he!" said Gideon, grinning.
"But, Gideon, whoever heard of Gilly's behaving in such a fashion?" He sighed despairingly. "I do wish to God I knew what he is doing!"
"You had best accompany me to Aylesbury, then."
"Yes, by Jove, I will!" Matthew declared, brightening. "For it is on my way, after all! And there is one thing, Gideon! it is of no use your saying that it is my fault that Gilly has run mad, for I never had anything to do with foisting the Mamble-boy on to him, and if he had gone back to town as soon as he had recovered those curst letters of mine he would never have been kidnapped!"
Gideon only grunted, but Mr. Liversedge said kindly: "Very true, Mr. Ware, very true, but it cannot be denied that your reprehensible conduct towards my unfortunate niece lies at the bottom of all. One must hope that it may be a lesson to you, and when one considers the dangers into which his Grace has been led—"
"Well, if that don't beat all hollow!" exclaimed Matthew indignantly. "It was you who put my cousin in danger!"
"Precisely so," agreed Mr. Liversedge. "And who but yourself, sir, was it who introduced me into his Grace's life?"
"Gideon!" said Matthew, very red in the face, "if you do not have this impudent dog clapped up, I'll—I'll—"
"Tell Gilly what you'll do when you see him at Aylesbury!" recommended his cousin.