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The moonlit garden was absolutely deserted. Tregunc came up, and together we searched the hedge and shrubbery around the house and out to the road. "Jean Marie," said I at length, "loose my bulldog he knows you and take your supper on the porch where you can watch. My wife says the fellow is disguised as a priest, and wears a mask." Tregunc showed his white teeth in a smile.
"There was a man," said Le Bihan angrily, "an Englishman, who passed here in a dog-cart on his way to Quimper about an hour ago, and what do you suppose he wished to do?" "Buy the relics?" I asked, smiling. "Exactly the pig!" piped the mayor of St. Gildas. "Jean Marie Tregunc, who found the bones, was standing there where Max Fortin stands, and do you know what he answered?
Now, to quail under thoughts of terror on a morning like this, with Lys in the saddle beside me, no matter what had happened or might happen was impossible. Moreover, Môme came sneaking after us. I asked Tregunc to catch him, for I was afraid he might be brained by our horses' hoofs if he followed, but the wily puppy dodged and bolted after Lys, who was trotting along the highroad.
My wife wished me to ask you. I think it would be worth one hundred francs a month to you and to me. Come on, Le Bihan come along, Fortin and you, Durand. I want somebody to translate that list into French for me." Tregunc stood gazing at me, his blue eyes dilated. "You may begin at once," I said, smiling, "if the salary suits you?"
The creature fluttered out, whirred over the flower beds a moment, then darted across the moorland toward the sea. I called the servants together and questioned them. Josephine, Catherine, Jean Marie Tregunc, not one of them had heard the slightest disturbance during the night. Then I told Jean Marie to saddle my horse, and while I was speaking Lys came down. "Dearest," I began, going to her.
And as for the the rest I've got nervous indigestion, and a doctor will settle the Black Priest for me, Lys." I glanced out of the window at Tregunc waiting with my horse at the gate. "Dearest, I think I had better go to join Durand and the others." "I will go, too." "Oh, no!" "Yes, Dick." "Don't, Lys." "I shall suffer every moment you are away."
"It suits," said Tregunc, fumbling for his pipe in a silly way that annoyed Le Bihan. "Then go and begin your work," cried the mayor impatiently; and Tregunc started across the moors toward St. Gildas, taking off his velvet-ribboned cap to me and gripping his sea rake very hard. "You offer him more than my salary," said the mayor, after a moment's contemplation of his silver buttons.
"Don't you think he might spare a week to flirt with the prettiest girl in Finistere?" inquired Lys innocently. "Prettiest girl! Not much!" I said. "Who is, then?" urged Lys. I laughed a trifle sheepishly. "I suppose you mean me, Dick," said Lys, coloring up. "Now I bore you, don't I?" "Bore me? Ah, no, Dick." After coffee and cigarettes were served I spoke about Tregunc, and Lys approved.
I stood an instant contemplating her blissfully, thinking, "My boy, you're the happiest fellow in the world you're in love with your wife'" I walked into the dining-room, beamed at the plates, walked out again; met Tregunc in the hallway, beamed on him; glanced into the kitchen, beamed at Catherine, and went up stairs, still beaming.
"We are to be married, Monsieur Darrel," she laughed. "Ah! Since when has Jean Marie Tregunc lost his head?" "His head? Oh, Monsieur Darrel his heart, you mean!" "So I do," said I. "Jean Marie is a practical fellow." "It is all due to your kindness " began the girl, but I raised my hand and held up the glass. "It's due to himself.
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