Bab Bab 15 · ON THE TRACK

. ON THE TRACK

Those who had seen Edgar Caswall familiarly since his arrival, and had

already estimated his cold-blooded nature at something of its true value,

were surprised that he took so to heart the death of old Chester. The

fact was that not one of them had guessed correctly at his character.

They thought, naturally enough, that the concern which he felt was that

of a master for a faithful old servant of his family. They little

thought that it was merely the selfish expression of his disappointment,

that he had thus lost the only remaining clue to an interesting piece of

family history--one which was now and would be for ever wrapped in

mystery. Caswall knew enough about the life of his ancestor in Paris to

wish to know more fully and more thoroughly all that had been. The

period covered by that ancestor's life in Paris was one inviting every

form of curiosity.

Lady Arabella, who had her own game to play, saw in the _metier_ of

sympathetic friend, a series of meetings with the man she wanted to

secure. She made the first use of the opportunity the day after old

Chester's death; indeed, as soon as the news had filtered in through the

back door of Diana's Grove. At that meeting, she played her part so well

that even Caswall's cold nature was impressed.

Oolanga was the only one who did not credit her with at least some sense

of fine feeling in the matter. In emotional, as in other matters,

Oolanga was distinctly a utilitarian, and as he could not understand

anyone feeling grief except for his own suffering, pain, or for the loss

of money, he could not understand anyone simulating such an emotion

except for show intended to deceive. He thought that she had come to

Castra Regis again for the opportunity of stealing something, and was

determined that on this occasion the chance of pressing his advantage

over her should not pass. He felt, therefore, that the occasion was one

for extra carefulness in the watching of all that went on. Ever since he

had come to the conclusion that Lady Arabella was trying to steal the

treasure-chest, he suspected nearly everyone of the same design, and made

it a point to watch all suspicious persons and places. As Adam was

engaged on his own researches regarding Lady Arabella, it was only

natural that there should be some crossing of each other's tracks. This

is what did actually happen.

Adam had gone for an early morning survey of the place in which he was

interested, taking with him the mongoose in its box. He arrived at the

gate of Diana's Grove just as Lady Arabella was preparing to set out for

Castra Regis on what she considered her mission of comfort. Seeing Adam

from her window going through the shadows of the trees round the gate,

she thought that he must be engaged on some purpose similar to her own.

So, quickly making her toilet, she quietly left the house, and, taking

advantage of every shadow and substance which could hide her, followed

him on his walk.

Oolanga, the experienced tracker, followed her, but succeeded in hiding

his movements better than she did. He saw that Adam had on his shoulder

a mysterious box, which he took to contain something valuable. Seeing

that Lady Arabella was secretly following Adam, he was confirmed in this

idea. His mind--such as it was--was fixed on her trying to steal, and he

credited her at once with making use of this new opportunity.

In his walk, Adam went into the grounds of Castra Regis, and Oolanga saw

her follow him with great secrecy. He feared to go closer, as now on

both sides of him were enemies who might make discovery. When he

realised that Lady Arabella was bound for the Castle, he devoted himself

to following her with singleness of purpose. He therefore missed seeing

that Adam branched off the track and returned to the high road.

That night Edgar Caswall had slept badly. The tragic occurrence of the

day was on his mind, and he kept waking and thinking of it. After an

early breakfast, he sat at the open window watching the kite and thinking

of many things. From his room he could see all round the neighbourhood,

but the two places that interested him most were Mercy Farm and Diana's

Grove. At first the movements about those spots were of a humble

kind--those that belong to domestic service or agricultural needs--the

opening of doors and windows, the sweeping and brushing, and generally

the restoration of habitual order.

From his high window--whose height made it a screen from the observation

of others--he saw the chain of watchers move into his own grounds, and

then presently break up--Adam Salton going one way, and Lady Arabella,

followed by the nigger, another. Then Oolanga disappeared amongst the

trees; but Caswall could see that he was still watching. Lady Arabella,

after looking around her, slipped in by the open door, and he could, of

course, see her no longer.

Presently, however, he heard a light tap at his door, then the door

opened slowly, and he could see the flash of Lady Arabella's white dress

through the opening.