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It was possible, even probable, that Sir John Lanison might not know all Rosmore's plans, or might not have told everything he knew, but all faith in Rosmore must fall like a building of cards. "That road to the river must be watched, Fellowes," said Martin. "I'll go at once." "And I will get to 'The Anchor' and see Crosby." They were leaving the house when a woman met them, inquiring for Mr.
Lord Rosmore's hand was still extended, but she did not take it. "For thirteen years a woman lived in this dungeon. Under the creeper on yonder wall you can see the stone slab which was her bed. The floor of the hall shut her up almost in darkness, and from the hour she stepped down into this room she saw no human face, heard no human voice." "You stand too close to the opening, Mistress Lanison.
"I said 'If," and she shrank back a little, unconscious how beautiful she looked in that moment. "Consent to be my wife, and there is nothing that you can ask me that I will not do nothing. Do you understand nothing?" "And if I say 'No'?" Anger came back into Rosmore's face for an instant, but it was gone in a moment. "Even so I could not do my duty," he said slowly.
As he looked at her now, standing with her hand in Rosmore's, he was bound to admit that she made a pretty figure, that many an eye might turn upon her with pleasure, that she certainly looked something more than a mere serving maid. "Have you no congratulations to offer, Mr. Crosby?" said Rosmore. "Will you not withdraw some of the hard words you have spoken against this lady?"
Such is Lord Rosmore's plan, but circumstances might make him alter it." "And if he fails he may denounce her and leave her to her fate," said Martin. "She won't be the only woman to suffer, and, whichever way it ends, we have something else to think of riches." "Is it true about this treasure, Martin?" said Sir John. "True!
"It was Rosmore's device to send her word that Crosby was a prisoner, and on the way she was captured, not by the King's troops as a rebel, but by men in Rosmore's pay. She is in no real danger, but she does not know this. She will not be brought before Jeffreys or any other judge, but she will be treated as though this were to be her fate.
Crosby had outwitted him for the moment, but to-morrow the game might be in his hands again, and he must retain his strength to play it. Many a man would have lost consciousness during the night, but Lord Rosmore's determined spirit and fierce lust for revenge helped him.
"Dare I hope that you have repented, and that to-morrow seems too long to wait?" said Rosmore. "There has been such riot I have had no time to think of other matters. What does it mean, uncle?" "That Mr. Fellowes has ridden from Lord Feversham, commanding Rosmore's presence in Dorsetshire."
There was a key and several papers closely written upon. Rosmore's eyes brightened as he read, and the papers trembled in his hand with excitement. All his thoughts were thrust into one channel, one idea and purpose took possession of him. Soon after noon he painfully mounted a horse which the landlord had procured for him and rode slowly away.
"They must carry us a little farther, but the pace may be easy," said Rosmore, shaking his jaded animal into a trot, and the two men rode side by side a few paces behind him. Strange to say, failure seemed to have improved Rosmore's temper rather than aggravated it. He had at least a score of witnesses to prove who Galloping Hermit was.
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