With these words, which I did not understand in the least, he turned
and left me, passing out into the lane by the side-gate. A minute
later I heard the coach pull up, and yet a minute later roll on
again, conveying him towards Plymouth. I stole a glance at the
water, at the summer-house, at the tree behind it. Somehow in the
twilight they all wore an uncanny look. On my way home--for I
decided to return and take my bath in the house, after all--my mind
kept running on a story of Ann the cook's, about a man (a relative of
hers, she said) who had once seen the devil. And yet the stranger
had tipped me a guinea at parting, nor was it (except metaphorically)
red hot in my pocket.
Next evening Miss Belcher rode back to us from Plymouth with the
announcement that Minden Cottage was hers. She had not attended the
sale in person, but Maddicombe, her lawyer, had started the bidding
(under her instruction) at precisely the sum which she had privately
offered Messrs. Harding and Whiteway. There was no competition.
In fact, Maddicombe reported that, apart from the auctioneers and
himself, but six persons attended the sale. Of these, five were
local acquaintances of his whom he knew to be attracted only by
curiosity. Of the sixth, a stranger, he had been afraid at first,
but the man appeared to be a visitor, who had wandered into the sale
by mistake. At any rate, he made no bid.
"What sort of man?" I asked.
"As to that, Maddicombe had no very precise recollection, or couldn't
put it into words. A tall man, he said, and dressed in black; a
noticeable man--that was as far as he could get--and, he believed, a
foreigner."
CHAPTER XXIII.
HOW WE SAILED TO THE ISLAND.
The business of the sale concluded, we had nothing to detain us, and
an order was at once sent to Captain Branscome to book our passages
in the next packet for the West Indies. Meanwhile we held long
discussions on details of outfit, for since our impedimenta included
two moderately heavy chests--the one of guns and ammunition, the
other of spades, picks, hatchets, and other tools--and since on
reaching Jamaica we must take a considerable journey on muleback, it
was important to cut our personal luggage down to the barest
necessities. We did not forget a medicine-chest.
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