comes Mr Pendle now,’ said Bell, abruptly, and withdrew into the interior of the bar as Gabriel appeared at the end of the passage. He started and seemed uneasy when he recognised the chaplain.
‘Cargrim!’ he cried, hurrying forward. ‘Why are you here?’ and he gave a nervous glance in the direction of the bar; a glance which the chaplain saw and understood, but discreetly left unnoticed.
‘I wish to see you,’ he replied, with great simplicity; ‘they told me at your lodgings that you might be here, so—’
‘Why!’ interrupted Gabriel, sharply, ‘I left no message to that effect.’
Cargrim saw that he had made a mistake. ‘I speak generally, my dear friend—generally,’ he said in some haste. ‘Your worthy landlady mentioned several houses in which you were in the habit of seeing sick people—amongst others this hotel.’
‘Mrs Mosk is very ill. I have been seeing her,’ said Gabriel, shortly.
‘Ay! ay! you have been seeing Mrs Mosk!’
Gabriel changed colour and cast another glance towards the bar, for the significance of Cargrim’s speech was not lost on him. ‘Do you wish to speak with me?’ he asked coldly.
‘I should esteem it a favour if you would allow me a few words,’ said Cargrim, politely. ‘I’ll wait for you—outside,’ and in his turn the chaplain looked towards the bar.
‘Thank you, I can come with you now,’ was Gabriel’s reply, made with a burning desire to knock Cargrim down. ‘Miss Mosk, I am glad to find that your mother is easier in her mind.’
‘It’s all due to you, Mr Pendle,’ said Bell, moving forward with a toss of her head directed especially at Mr Cargrim. ‘Your visits do mother a great deal of good.’
‘I am sure they do,’ said the chaplain, not able to forego giving the girl a scratch of his claws. ‘Mr Pendle’s visits here must be delightful to everybody.’
‘I daresay,’ retorted Bell, with heightened colour, ‘other people’s visits would not be so welcome.’
‘Perhaps not, Miss Mosk. Mr Pendle has many amiable qualities to recommend him. He is a general and deserved favourite.’
‘Come, come, Cargrim,’ interposed Gabriel, anxiously, for the fair Bell’s temper was rapidly getting the better of her; ‘if you are ready we shall go. Good evening, Miss Mosk.’
‘Good evening, Mr Pendle,’ said the barmaid, and directed a spiteful look at Cargrim, for she saw plainly that he had intentionally deprived her of a confidential conversation with Gabriel. The chaplain received the look—which he quite understood—with an amused smile and a bland inclination of the head. As he walked out arm-in-arm with the reluctant Pendle, Bell banged the pewters and glasses about with considerable energy, for the significant demeanour of Cargrim annoyed her so much that she felt a great inclination to throw something at his head. But then, Miss Mosk was a high-spirited girl and believed in actions rather than speech, even though she possessed a fair command of the latter.
‘Well, Cargrim,’ said Gabriel, when he found himself in the street with his uncongenial companion, ‘what is it?’
‘It’s about the bishop.’
‘My father! Is there anything the matter with him?’
‘I fear so. He told me that he was going to London.’
‘What of that?’ said Gabriel, impatiently. ‘He told me the same thing yesterday. Has he gone?’
‘He left by the afternoon train. Do you know the object of his visit to London?’
‘No. What is his object?’
‘He goes to consult a specialist about his health.’
‘What!’ cried Gabriel, anxiously. ‘Is he ill?’
‘I think so; some nervous trouble brought on by worry.’
‘By worry! Has my father anything on his mind likely to worry him to that extent?’
Cargrim coughed significantly. ‘I think so,’ said he again. ‘He has not been himself since the visit of that stranger to the palace. I fancy the man must have brought bad news.’
‘Did the bishop tell you so?’
‘No; but I am observant, you know.’
Privately, Gabriel considered that Cargrim was a great deal too observant, and also of a meddlesome nature, else why had he come to spy out matters which did not concern him. Needless to say, Gabriel was thinking of Bell at this moment. However, he made no comment on the chaplain’s speech, but merely remarked that doubtless the bishop had his own reasons for keeping silent, and advised Cargrim to wait until he was consulted in connection with the matter, before troubling himself unnecessarily about it ‘My father knows his own business best,’ finished Gabriel, stiffly, ‘if you will forgive my speaking so plainly.’
‘Certainly, certainly, Pendle; but I owe a great deal to your father, and I would do much to save him from annoyance. By the way,’ with an abrupt change of subject, ‘do you know that I saw the stranger who called at the palace two nights ago during the reception?’
‘When? Where?’
‘At that hotel, this evening. He looks a dangerous man.’
Gabriel shrugged his shoulders. ‘It seems to me, Cargrim, that you are making a mountain out of a mole hill. A stranger sees my father, and afterwards you meet him at a public-house; there is nothing strange in that.’
‘You forget,’ hinted Cargrim, sweetly, ‘this man caused your father’s illness.’
‘We can’t be sure of that; and in any case, my father is quite clever enough to deal with his own affairs. I see no reason why you should have hunted me out to talk such nonsense. Good-night, Cargrim,’ and with a curt nod the curate stalked away, considerably annoyed by the meddlesome spirit manifested by the chaplain. He had never liked the man, and, now that he was in this interfering mood, liked him less than ever. It would be as well, thought Gabriel, that Mr Cargrim should be dismissed from his confidential office as soon as possible. Otherwise he might cause trouble, and Gabriel mentally thought of the high-coloured young lady in the bar. His conscience was not at ease regarding his admiration for her; and he dreaded lest the officious Cargrim should talk about her to the bishop. Altogether the chaplain, like a hornet, had annoyed both Dr Pendle and his son; and the bishop in London and Gabriel in Beorminster were anything but well disposed towards this clerical busybody, who minded everyone’s business instead of his own. It is such people who stir up muddy water and cause mischief.
Meanwhile, the busybody looked after the curate with an evil smile; and, gratified at having aroused such irritation as the abrupt parting signified, turned back to The Derby Winner. He had seen Bell, he had spoken to Gabriel, he had even secured an unsatisfactory conversation with the unknown man. Now he wished to question Mrs Mosk and acquaint himself with her nature and attitude. Also he desired to question her concerning the military stranger; and with this resolve presented himself again before Miss Mosk, smiling and undaunted.
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