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It was dusk, and he was walking and talking with another man, a good deal younger. And presently, while I was still confounded with surprise, and as they passed behind a clump of trees, Mayes was gone, and I saw his companion alone. He was a young man an artist, it would seem, with sketch-book and colours." I started, and Hewitt and I glanced at each other. Peytral saw it and paused.
"Very well, Miss Peytral, I will first go and look at some things I must see, and I will do without your mother's help as long as I possibly can. But now you must answer a few more questions yourself, please." Hewitt's questions produced little more substantial information, it seemed to me, than he had already received. Mr.
This passionate, wayward, stricken man was plainly the object of fascinated interest to Hewitt. My friend waited a moment, and then said "The houses he called at I should like to know them. And where you lost sight of him." Peytral sat back, and gazed thoughtfully for fully half a minute in Hewitt's face. "Do you know," he said at length, "I don't think I'll answer that question now.
He was giving Peytral warning of what he had discovered in the barn, explaining that he must give the information to the police, and asking if, in those circumstances, Peytral wished to go home, or to make other arrangements. Often Hewitt's duty to his clients and his duty as a law-upholding citizen between them put him in some such delicate position. But there was no hesitation in Mr.
Peytral, on the other hand, though unconscious, showed no sign of injury, and just before the doctor came sighed heavily and turned on his side. First there came policemen, and then in a little time a hastily dressed surgeon, and after him an ambulance.
Mayes was carried off to hospital, but with a good deal of rubbing and a little brandy, Peytral came round well enough to be helped over the Marshes to a cab. The trap which had been laid for Hewitt was simple, but terribly effective. The floor above the hall loose and broken everywhere was supported on rafters, and the rafters were crossed underneath and supported at the centre by a stout beam.
Mayes, it seemed, had wasted very little time in attempting to pervert him, and I have no doubt that, whatever fate might have been reserved for me, Plummer would never have left the place alive had it not been for the timely irruption of Hewitt, with Peytral and the police. In half an hour Peytral returned.
Victor Peytral. Plainly he feared nothing, and he was going home. "Very well, then," I heard Hewitt say as they turned towards us, "perhaps we had better go on slowly and let my friend cut across the fields first to break the news. Brett I knew you would be useful, sooner or later."
It was because of that they arrested Mr. Bowmore, of course." "Just so. And is this gamekeeper Grant in the same employ as yourself?" "Oh, no, sir! Mr. Peytral's is only just an acre or two of garden and a paddock. Grant's master is Colonel White, up at the Hall." "Very good. You were saying that Mr. Peytral told Mr. Bowmore to get out of his sight, and that Mr. Bowmore walked away. What then?"
Victor Peytral, it will be remembered, had declined to reveal to Hewitt the addresses of the two houses in London which he had seen Mayes visit, desiring to think the matter over for a few days first; but before any more could be heard from him, news of another sort was brought by Inspector Plummer.
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