Historical Novels & Novellas of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Arthur Conan Doyle
you will come with me,” said I, “I have little doubt that I can find you a bed for a night or two, and by that time you will be better able to make your own arrangements.”
He pulled off his hat, and bowed with all the grace imaginable. But Jim Horscroft pulled me by the sleeve, and led me aside.
“You’re mad, Jock,” he whispered. “The fellow’s a common adventurer. What do you want to get mixed up with him for?”
But I was as obstinate a man as ever laced his boots, and if you jerked me back it was the finest way of sending me to the front.
“He’s a stranger, and it’s our part to look after him,” said I.
“You’ll be sorry for it,” Said he.
“Maybe so.”
“If you don’t think of yourself, you might think of your cousin.”
“Edie can take very good care of herself.”
“Well, then, the devil take you, and you may do what you like!” he cried, in one of his sudden flushes of anger. Without a word of farewell to either of us, he turned off upon the track that led up towards his father’s house. Bonaventure de Lapp smiled at me as we walked on together.
“I didn’t thought he liked me very much,” said he. “I can see very well that he has made a quarrel with you because you are taking me to your home. What does he think of me then? Does he think perhaps that I have stole the gold in my bag, or what is it that he fears?”
“Tut, I neither know nor care,” said I. “No stranger shall pass our door without a crust and a bed.”
With my head cocked and feeling as if I was doing something very fine, instead of being the most egregious fool south of Edinburgh, I marched on down the path with my new acquaintance at my elbow.
Chapter 6.
A Wandering Eagle
My father seemed to be much of Jim Horscroft’s opinion; for he was not over warm to this new guest and looked him up and down with a very questioning eye. He set a dish of vinegared herrings before him, however, and I noticed that he looked more askance than ever when my companion ate nine of them, for two were always our portion. When at last he had finished Bonaventure de Lapp’s lids were drooping over his eyes, for I doubt that he had been sleepless as well as foodless for these three days. It was but a poor room to which I had led him, but he threw himself down upon the couch, wrapped his big blue cloak around him, and was asleep in an instant. He was a very high and strong snorer, and, as my room was next to his, I had reason to remember that we had a stranger within our gates.
When I came down in the morning, I found that he had been beforehand with me; for he was seated opposite my father at the window-table in the kitchen, their heads almost touching, and a little roll of gold pieces between them. As I came in my father looked up at me, and I saw a light of greed in his eyes such as I had never seen before. He caught up the money with an eager clutch and swept it into his pocket.
“Very good, mister,” said he; “the room’s yours, and you pay always on the third of the month.”
“Ah! and here is my first friend,” cried de Lapp, holding out his hand to me with a smile which was kindly enough, and yet had that touch of patronage which a man uses when he smiles to his dog. “I am myself again now, thanks to my excellent supper and good night’s rest. Ah! it is hunger that takes the courage from a man. That most, and cold next.”
“Aye, that’s right,” said my father; “I’ve been out on the moors in a snow-drift for six-and-thirty hours, and ken what it’s like.”
“I once saw three thousand men starve to death,” remarked de Lapp, putting out his hands to the fire. “Day by day they got thinner and more like apes, and they did come down to the edge of the pontoons where days their howls went over the whole city, but after a week our sentries on the bank could not hear them, so weak they had fallen.”
we did keep them, and they howled with rage and pain. The first few
“And they died!” I exclaimed.
“They held out a very long time. Austrian Grenadiers they were, of the corps of Starowitz, fine stout men as big as your friend of yesterday; but when the town fell there were but four hundred alive, and a man could lift them three at a time as if they were little monkeys. It was a pity. Ah! my friend, you will do me the honours with madame and with mademoiselle.”
It was my mother and Edie who had come into the kitchen. He had not seen them the night before, but now it was all I could do to keep my face as I watched him; for instead of our homely Scottish nod, he bent up his back like a louping trout, and slid his foot, and clapped his hand over his heart in the queerest way. My mother stared, for she thought he was making fun of her; but Cousin Edie fell into it in an instant, as though it had been a game, and away she went in a great curtsy until I thought she would have had to give it up, and sit down right there in the middle of the kitchen floor. But no, she up again as light as a piece of fluff, and we all drew up our stools and started on the scones and milk and porridge.
or Jim Horscroft, it would look as if we were playing the fool, and the girls would have laughed at us; but with him it seemed to go with his style of face and fashion of speech, so that one came at last to look for it: for when he spoke to my mother or Cousin Edie—and he was never backward in speaking—it would always be with a bow and a look as if it would hardly be worth their while to listen to what he had to say, and when they answered he would put on a face as though every word they said was to be treasured up and remembered for ever. And yet, even while he humbled himself to a woman, there was always a proud sort of look at the back of his eye as if he meant to say that it was only to them that he was so meek, and that he could be stiff enough upon occasion. As to my mother, it was wonderful the way she softened to him, and in half-an-hour she had told him all about her uncle, who was a surgeon in Carlisle, and the highest of any upon her side of the house. She spoke to him about my brother Rob’s death, which I had never heard her mention to a soul before, and he looked as if the tears were in his eyes over it—he, who had just told us how he had seen three thousand men starved to death! As to Edie, she did not say much, but she kept shooting little glances at our visitor, and once or twice he looked very hard at her.
He had a wonderful way with women, that man. Now if I were to do it,
When he had gone to his room after breakfast, my father pulled out eight golden pounds and laid them on the table. “What think ye of that, Martha?” said he.
“You’ve sold the twa black tups after all.”
“No, but it’s a month’s pay for board and lodging from Jock’s friend, and as much to come every four weeks.”
But my mother shook her head when she heard it.
“Two pounds a week is over much,” said she; “and it is not when the poor gentleman is in distress that we should put such a price on his bit food.”
“Tut!” cried my father, “he can very well afford it, and he with a bag full of gold. Besides, it’s his own proposing.”
“No blessing will come from that money,” said she.
“Why, woman, he’s turned your head wi’ his foreign ways of speech!” cried my father.
“Aye, and it would be a good thing if Scottish men had a little more of that kindly way,” she said, and that was the first time in all my life that I had heard her answer him back.
He came down soon and asked me whether I would come out with him. When we were in the sunshine he held out a little cross made of red stones, one of the bonniest things that ever I had set eyes upon.
“These are rubies,” said he, “and I got it at Tudela, in Spain. There