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"In what part of the preserves?"
Her son described the place.
"You are sure they had been killing quails?"
"Yes, and eating them--two on one side of a fire they had lit, and one on the other; this last man had done all the plucking."
"Good!"
She kissed him with more than even her usual tenderness, and returned to the drawing-room.
During the rest of the evening she was engaged in earnest conversation with Mrs. Humdrum, leaving her other guests to her daughters and to themselves. Mrs. Humdrum had been her closest friend for many years, and carried more weight than any one else in Sunch'ston, except, perhaps, Yram herself. "Tell him everything," she said to Yram at the close of their conversation; "we all dote upon him; trust him frankly, as you trusted your husband before you let him marry you. No lies, no reserve, no tears, and all will come right. As for me, command me," and the good old lady rose to take her leave with as kind a look on her face as ever irradiated saint or angel. "I go early," she added, "for the others will go when they see me do so, and the sooner you are alone the better."
By half an hour before midnight her guests had gone. Hanky and Panky were given to understand that they must still be tired, and had better go to bed. So was the Mayor; so were her sons and daughters, except of course George, who was waiting for her with some anxiety, for he had seen that she had something serious to tell him. Then she went down into the study. Her son embraced her as she entered, and moved an easy chair for her, but she would not have it.
"No; I will have an upright one." Then, sitting composedly down on the one her son placed for her, she said--
"And now to business. But let me first tell you that the Mayor was told, twenty years ago, all the more important part of what you will now hear.
He does not yet know what has happened within the last few hours, but either you or I will tell him to-morrow."
CHAPTER IX: INTERVIEW BETWEEN YRAM AND HER SON
"What did you think of Panky?"
"I could not make him out. If he had not been a Bridgeford Professor I might have liked him; but you know how we all of us distrust those people."
"Where did you meet him?"
"About two hours lower down than the statues."
"At what o'clock?"
"It might be between two and half-past."
"I suppose he did not say that at that hour he was in bed at his hotel in Sunch'ston. Hardly! Tell me what pa.s.sed between you."
"He had his permit open before we were within speaking distance. I think he feared I should attack him without making sure whether he was a foreign devil or no. I have told you he said he was Professor Panky."
"I suppose he had a dark complexion and black hair like the rest of us?"
"Dark complexion and hair purplish rather than black. I was surprised to see that his eyelashes were as light as my own, and his eyes were blue like mine--but you will have noticed this at dinner."
"No, my dear, I did not, and I think I should have done so if it had been there to notice."
"Oh, but it was so indeed."
"Perhaps. Was there anything strange about his way of talking?"
"A little about his grammar, but these Bridgeford Professors have often risen from the ranks. His p.r.o.nunciation was nearly like yours and mine."
"Was his manner friendly?"
"Very; more so than I could understand at first. I had not, however, been with him long before I saw tears in his eyes, and when I asked him whether he was in distress, he said I reminded him of a son whom he had lost and had found after many years, only to lose him almost immediately for ever. Hence his cordiality towards me."
"Then," said Yram half hysterically to herself, "he knew who you were.
Now, how, I wonder, did he find that out?" All vestige of doubt as to who the man might be had now left her.
"Certainly he knew who I was. He spoke about you more than once, and wished us every kind of prosperity, baring his head reverently as he spoke."
"Poor fellow! Did he say anything about Higgs?"
"A good deal, and I was surprised to find he thought about it all much as we do. But when I said that if I could go down into the h.e.l.l of which Higgs used to talk to you while he was in prison, I should expect to find him in its hottest fires, he did not like it."
"Possibly not, my dear. Did you tell him how the other boys, when you were at school, used sometimes to say you were son to this man Higgs, and that the people of Sunch'ston used to say so also, till the Mayor trounced two or three people so roundly that they held their tongues for the future?"
"Not all that, but I said that silly people had believed me to be the Sunchild's son, and what a disgrace I should hold it to be son to such an impostor."
"What did he say to this?"
"He asked whether I should feel the disgrace less if Higgs were to undo the mischief he had caused by coming back and shewing himself to the people for what he was. But he said it would be no use for him to do so, inasmuch as people would kill him but would not believe him."
"And you said?"
"Let him come back, speak out, and chance what might befall him. In that case, I should honour him, father or no father."
"And he?"
"He asked if that would be a bargain; and when I said it would, he grasped me warmly by the hand on Higgs's behalf--though what it could matter to him pa.s.ses my comprehension."
"But he saw that even though Higgs were to shew himself and say who he was, it would mean death to himself and no good to any one else?"
"Perfectly."
"Then he can have meant nothing by shaking hands with you. It was an idle jest. And now for your poachers. You do not know who they were? I will tell you. The two who sat on the one side the fire were Professors Hanky and Panky from the City of the People who are above Suspicion."
"No," said George vehemently. "Impossible."
"Yes, my dear boy, quite possible, and whether possible or impossible, a.s.suredly true."
"And the third man?"
"The third man was dressed in the old costume. He was in possession of several brace of birds. The Professors vowed they had not eaten any--"
"Oh yes, but they had," blurted out George.