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Ho!" laughed the foremost, whose antlered helm and wild garb proclaimed him to be Herne; "they little dreamed who were the hearers of their conference. So they think to take me, Fenwolf ha!" "They know not whom they have to deal with," rejoined the latter. "They should do so by this time," said Herne; "but I will tell thee why Sir Thomas Wyat has undertaken this enterprise.
She may have learned that the gang worked in that house from the fact of the ghosts, in which so strongminded an old lady would not believe. I daresay she threatened exposure, and someone killed her. Perhaps Mrs. Herne herself. No, confound it, she was out of the house. Well, I'll see this man now in jail. I may be able to force him to tell.
A flash of joy passed across the countenance of Jennings, but he turned away from his underling so that he might not betray the satisfaction he felt. "Mrs. Herne is Maraquito's aunt," he said again. "No, sir, pardon me. Maraquito hasn't got an aunt. Leastways the aunt, if there is such a person, has never set foot in the house." "Perhaps Maraquito sees her secretly."
After a brief hesitation Monica requested the landlady to deliver a message. 'Please ask her not to come to Herne Hill until she hears from me, as I am not likely to be at home for a day or two. This left more time at her disposal than she knew how to employ.
When Maitland began for the defence he said: "At about half-past seven on the night of the 22d of April, John Darrow met his death at his home in Dorchester. He died in the presence of his daughter, Messrs. Willard, Browne, Herne, and myself. His death was caused by injecting a virulent poison into his system through a slight incision in his neck.
"Herne the Hunter," replied Surrey, in a whisper. "But fear nothing. I will defend you with my life. Ah! accursed chance! I have no weapon." "None would avail against him," murmured the Fair Geraldine. "Lead me forth; I shall die if I stay here." Supporting her in his arms, Surrey complied, but they had scarcely gained the entrance of the arbour, when a tall figure stood before them.
Philip did not know whether he was pleased or sorry when other people entered and it was impossible to speak. They got out at Herne Hill, and he accompanied her to the corner of the road in which she lived. "I'll say good-night to you here," she said, holding out her hand. "You'd better not come up to the door. I know what people are, and I don't want to have anybody talking."
At all events, she said nothing about expecting anyone." "Did she expect her nephew?" "Mr. Basil Saxon?" said Mrs. Herne, looking surprised. "Not that I am aware of. She did not mention his name. To be sure, they were on bad terms, and she had forbidden him the house. No, I do not think she expected him." "Do you know the cause of the quarrel?" "It had something to do with money.
A slight noise, as of a blow dealt against a tree, was now heard overhead, and Herne, imposing silence on the group by a hasty gesture, assumed an attitude of fixed attention. The stroke was repeated a second time. "It is our brother, Morgan Fenwolf," cried the demon.
This theory is a weak one, we are aware, but the whole case is so mysterious that, weak as it is, we can offer no other solution. "Mrs. Herne, the servants, and Messrs. Hale and Clancy were examined. All insist that Miss Loach was in her usual health and spirits, and had no idea of committing suicide, or of being in any danger of sudden death.
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