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Even as he thought these thoughts, he might have seen--had he looked

that way--half a dozen men on foot and horseback, bustling out with

lanterns through the great gates. Their voices reached him mellowed by

distance; but immersed in thinking where he should find Julia, and what

he should say to her, he crossed the roadway without heeding a commotion

which in such a place was not unusual. On the contrary, the long lighted

front of the house, the hum of life that rose from it, the sharp voices

of a knot of men who stood a little on one side, arguing eagerly and all

at once, went far to dissipate such of his fears as the pace of his

horse had left. Beyond doubt Julia, finding herself in solitude, had

grown alarmed and had returned, fancying him late; perhaps pouting

because he had not forestalled the time!

But the moment he passed through the doorway his ear caught that buzz

of excited voices, raised in all parts and in every key, that betokens

disaster. And with a sudden chill at his heart, as of a cold hand

gripping it, he stood, and looked down the hall. It was well perhaps

that he had that moment of preparation, those few seconds in which to

steady himself, before the full sense of what had happened struck him.

The lighted hall was thronged and in an uproar. A busy place, of much

coming and going it ever was. Now the floor was crowded in every part

with two or three score persons, all speaking, gesticulating, advising

at once. Here a dozen men were proving something; there another group

were controverting it; while twice as many listened, wide-eyed and

open-mouthed, or in their turn dashed into the babel. That something

very serious had happened Sir George could not doubt. Once he caught the

name of Lord Chatham, and the statement that he was worse, and he

fancied that that was it. But the next moment the speaker added loudly,

'Oh, he cannot be told! He is not to be told! The doctor has gone to

him! I tell you, he is worse to-day!' And this, giving the lie to that

idea, revived his fears. His eyes passing quickly over the crowd, looked

everywhere for Julia; he found her nowhere. He touched the nearest man

on the arm, and asked him what had happened.

The person he addressed was about to reply when an agitated figure, wig

awry, cravat loosened, eyes staring, forced itself through the crowd,

and, flinging itself on Sir George, clutched him by the open breast of

his green riding-coat. It was Mr. Fishwick, but Mr. Fishwick

transfigured by a great fright, his face grey, his cheeks trembling. For

a moment such was his excitement he could not speak. Then 'Where is

she?' he stuttered, almost shaking Sir George on his feet. 'What have

you done with her, you--you villain?' Soane, with misgivings gnawing at

his heart, was in no patient mood. In a blaze of passion he flung the

attorney from him. 'You madman!' he said; 'what idiocy is this?' Mr. Fishwick fell heavily against a stout gentleman in splashed boots

and an old-fashioned Ramillies, who fortunately for the attorney,

blocked the way to the wall. Even so the shock was no light one. But,

breathless and giddy as he was the lawyer returned instantly to the

charge. 'I denounce you!' he cried furiously. 'I denounce this man! You,

and you,' he continued, appealing with frantic gestures to those next

him, 'mark what I say! She is the claimant to his estates--estates he

holds on sufferance! To-morrow justice would have been done, and

to-night he has kidnapped her. All he has is hers, I tell you, and he

has kidnapped her. I denounce him! I--' 'What Bedlam stuff is this?' Sir George cried hoarsely; and he looked

round the ring of curious starers, the sweat standing on his brow. Every

eye in the hall was upon him, and there was a great silence; for the

accusation to which the lawyer gave tongue had been buzzed and bruited

since the first cry of alarm roused the house. 'What stuff is this?' he

repeated, his head giddy with the sense of that which Mr. Fishwick had

said. 'Who--who is it has been kidnapped? Speak! D--n you! Will no

one speak?' 'Your cousin,' the lawyer answered. 'Your cousin, who claims--' 'Softly, man--softly,' said the landlord, coming forward and laying his

hand on the lawyer's shoulder. 'And we shall the sooner know what to do.

Briefly, Sir George,' he continued, 'the young lady who has been in your

company the last day or two was seized and carried off in a post-chaise

half an hour ago, as I am told--maybe a little more--from Manton

Corner. For the rest, which this gentleman says, about who she is and

her claim--which it does not seem to me can be true and your honour not

know it--it is news to me. But, as I understand it, Sir George, he

alleges that the young lady who has disappeared lays claim to your

honour's estates at Estcombe.' 'At Estcombe?' 'Yes, sir.' Sir George did not reply, but stood staring at the man, his mind divided

between two thoughts. The first that this was the solution of the many

things that had puzzled him in Julia; at once the explanation of her

sudden amiability, her new-born forwardness, the mysterious fortune into

which she had come, and of her education and her strange past. She was

his cousin, the unknown claimant! She was his cousin, and-He awoke with a start, dragged away by the second thought--hard

following on the first. 'From Manton Corner?' he cried, his voice keen,

his eye terrible. 'Who saw it?' 'One of the servants,' the landlord answered, 'who had gone to the top

of the Mound to clean the mirrors in the summer-house. Here, you,' he

continued, beckoning to a man who limped forward reluctantly from one of

the side passages in which he had been standing, 'show yourself, and

tell this gentleman the story you told me.' 'If it please your honour,' the fellow whimpered, 'it was no fault of

mine. I ran down to give the alarm as soon as I saw what was doing--they

were forcing her into the carriage then--but I was in such a hurry I

fell and rolled to the bottom of the Mound, and was that dazed and

shaken it was five minutes before I could find any one.' 'How many were there?' Sir George asked. There was an ugly light in his

eyes and his cheeks burned. But he spoke with calmness.