before he had been used to lie there winter evenings when the brent and ducks were coming in from the sea. He scrambled down sure-footed as a goat.
Then he proceeded to grope upon the grass with those long, restless fingers. He picked up a charred stick or two, smelt it, and shook his head. Presently his hand closed upon the burnt fragments of a gourd. As Ralph raised this to his nostrils his eyes gleamed.
“I was certain of it,” he muttered. “Two of the Bonzes have been here, and they have been making the pie. If I could only see!”
As yet he had not heard of Geoffrey’s singular discovery. There had been no favorable opportunity of disclosing the secret.
Ralph retraced his steps moodily. For the present he was helpless. He had come across the clue to the enigma, but only he knew of the tremendous difficulties and dangers to be encountered before the heart of the mystery could be revealed. He felt cast down and discouraged. There was bitterness in his heart for those who had deprived him of his precious sight.
“Oh, if I could only see!” he cried. “A week or month to look from one eye into another, to strip off the mask and lay the black soul bare. And yet if the one only guessed what I know, my life would not be worth an hour’s purchase! And if those people at the castle only knew that the powers of hell—living, raging hell—were arrayed against them! But they would not believe.”
An impotent sigh escaped the speaker. Just for the moment his resolution had failed him. It was some time before he became conscious of the fact that some one was dogging his footsteps.
“Do you want to see me?” he demanded.
There was no reply for a moment. Abell came up cautiously. He looked around him, but so far as he could a see he and Ravenspur were alone. As a he caught sight of the latter’s face he had no ground for further doubt.
“I did want to see you and see you alone, sir,” Abell replied. “I believe I have the pleasure of speaking to Mr. Ralph Ravenspur?”
“The same, sir,” Ralph said coldly. “You are a stranger to me.”
“A stranger who brings a message from a friend. I was to see you alone, and for two days I have been waiting for this opportunity. My employer asks me to deliver this box into your hands.”
At the same time Abell passed the little brass case into Ralph’s hand. As his fingers closed upon it, a great light swept over his face; a hoarse shout came from lips that turned from red to blue, and then to white and red again, just as Tchigorsky had behaved when he discovered that this man still lived.
“Who gave you this, and what is your message?” Ravenspur panted.
“The message,” said Abell, “was merely this: I was to give you the box and say, ‘Tchigorsky—Danger,’ and walk away, unless you detained me.”
“Then my friend Tchigorsky is alive?”
“Yes, sir; it is my privilege to be his private secretary.”
“A wonderful man,” Ralph cried; “perhaps the most wonderful man in Europe. And to think that he is alive! If an angel had come down from heaven and asked me to crave a boon, I should have asked to have Tchigorsky in the flesh before me. You have given me new heart of grace; you are like water in a dry land. This is the happiest day I have known since—”
The speaker paused and mumbled something incoherent. But the stolid expression had gone from his scarred face, and a strange, triumphant happiness reigned in its stead. He seemed years younger, his step had grown more elastic; there was a fresh, broad ring in his voice.
“Tchigorsky will desire to see me,” he said. “Indeed, it is absolutely essential that we should meet, and that without delay. A time of danger lies before us—danger that the mere mortal does not dream of. Take this to Tchigorsky and be careful of it.”
He drew from a chain inside his vest a small case, almost identical to the one that Abell had just handed to him, save that it was silver, while the other was brass. On it were the same queer signs and symbols.
“That will convince my friend that the puzzle is intact,” he continued. “We hold the key to the enigma—nay, the key to the past and future. But all this is so much Greek to you. I will come and see my friend on Friday, but not in the guise of Ralph Ravenspur.”
“What am I to understand by that, sir?” Abell asked.
“It matters nothing what you understand,” Ralph cried. “Tchigorsky will know. Tell him 7.15 at Euston on Friday, not in the guise of Ravenspur or Tchigorsky. He will read between the lines. Go and be seen with me no more.”
Ralph strode off with his head in the air. His blood was singing in his ears; his pulses were leaping with a new life.
“At last!” he murmured; “after all these years for myself and my kin! At last!”
VII - MORE LIGHT
There was a curious, eager flush on Ralph Ravenspur’s face. He rose from his seat and paced the room restlessly. Those long fingers were incessantly clutching at something vague and unseen. And, at the same time, he was following the story that Geoffrey had to tell with the deepest attention.
“What does it mean, uncle?” the young man asked at length.
“I cannot tell you,” Ralph replied. His tones were hard and cold. “There are certain things no mortal can understand unless—; but I must not go into that. It may be that you have touched the fringe of the mystery—”
“I am certain that we are on the verge of a discovery!” Geoffrey cried eagerly. “I am sure that stuff those strangers were making was the same as the drug or whatever it was that came so near to making an end of my grandfather. If I knew what to do!”
“Nothing—do nothing, as you hope for the future!”
The words came hissing from Ralph’s lips. He felt his way across to Geoffrey and laid a grip on his arm that seemed to cut like a knife.
“Forget it!” he whispered. “Fight down the recollection of the whole thing; do nothing based upon your discovery. I cannot say more, but I am going to give you advice worth much gold. Promise me that you will forget this matter; that you will not mention it to a soul. Promise!”
Geoffrey promised, somewhat puzzled and dazed. Did Ralph know everything, or was he as ignorant as the rest?
“I will do what you like,” said Geoffrey. “But it is very hard. Can’t you tell me a little more? I am brave and strong.”
“Courage and strength have nothing to do with it. A nation could do nothing in this case. I am going to London to-day.”
“You are going to London alone?”
“Why not? I came here from the other side of the world alone. I have to see a doctor about my eyes. No, there is no hope that I can ever recover my sight again; but it is possible to allay the pain they give me.“Ralph departed. A dogcart deposited him at Biston Junction, and then the servant
