The Disentanglers Part 58

'Where are my poems?' he asked.

'Where is Miss Macrae?' shrieked Merton in agony.

'd.a.m.n the midges,' said Blake (his face was hardly recognisable from their bites). 'Oh, d.a.m.n them all!' He had fainted again.

'She has been carried off,' groaned Merton. Bude and he did all that they knew for poor Blake. They rubbed his ankles and wrists, they administered more whisky, and finally got him to sit up. He scratched his hands over his face and moaned, but at last he recovered full consciousness. No sense could be extracted from him, and, as the boat was now visible on its homeward track, Bude and Merton carried him down to the cove, anxiously waiting Mr. Macrae.

He leaped ash.o.r.e.

'Have you heard anything?' asked Bude.

'They saw a boat on the loch about seven o'clock,' said Mr. Macrae, 'coming from the head of it, touching here, and then pulling west, round the cliff. They thought the crew Sabbath-breakers from the lodge at Alt Garbh. What's that,' he cried, at last seeing Blake, who lay supported against a rock, his eyes shut.

Merton rapidly explained.

'It is as I thought,' said Mr. Macrae resolutely. 'I knew it from the first. They have kidnapped her for a ransom. Let us go home.'

Merton and Bude were silent; they, too, had guessed, as soon as they discovered Blake. The girl was her father's very life, and they admired his resolution, his silence. A gate was taken from its hinges, cloaks were strewn on it, and Blake was laid on this ambulance.

Merton ventured to speak.

'May I take your boat, sir, across to the ferry, and send the fishermen from the village to search each end of the loch on their side? It is after midnight,' he added grimly. 'They will not refuse to go; it is Monday.'

'I will accompany them,' said Bude, 'with your leave, Mr. Macrae, Merton can search our side of the loch, he can borrow another boat at the village in addition to yours. You, at the Castle, can organise the measures for to-morrow.'

'Thank you both,' said Mr. Macrae. 'I should have thought of that. Thank you, Mr. Merton, for the idea. I am a little dazed. There is the key of the boat.'

Merton s.n.a.t.c.hed it, and ran, followed by Bude and four gillies, to the little pier where the boat was moored. He must be doing something for her, or go mad. The six men crowded into the boat, and pulled swiftly away, Merton taking the stroke oar. Meanwhile Blake was carried by four gillies towards the Castle, the men talking low to each other in Gaelic.

Mr. Macrae walked silently in front.

Such was the mournful procession that Lady Bude ran out to meet. She pa.s.sed Mr. Macrae, whose face was set with an expression of deadly rage, and looked for Bude. He was not there, a gillie told her what they knew, and, with a convulsive sob, she followed Mr. Macrae into the Castle.

'Mr. Blake must be taken to his room,' said Mr. Macrae. 'Benson, bring something to eat and drink. Lady Bude, I deeply regret that this thing should have troubled your stay with me. She has been carried off, Mr.

Blake has been rendered unconscious; your husband and Mr. Merton are trying n.o.bly to find the track of the miscreants. You will excuse me, I must see to Mr. Blake.'

Mr. Macrae rose, bowed, and went out. He saw Blake carried to a bathroom in the observatory; they undressed him and put him in the hot water. Then they put him to bed, and brought him wine and food. He drank the wine eagerly.

'We were set on suddenly from behind by fellows from a boat,' he said.

'We saw them land and go up from the cove; they took us in the rear: they felled me and pegged me out. Have you my poems?'

'Mr. Merton has the poems,' said Mr. Macrae. 'What became of my daughter?'

'I don't know, I was unconscious.'

'What kind of boat was it?'

'An ordinary coble, a country boat.'

'What kind of looking men were they?'

'Rough fellows with beards. I only saw them when they first pa.s.sed us at some distance. Oh, my head! Oh d.a.m.n, how these bites do sting! Get me some ammonia; you'll find it in a bottle on the dressing-table.'

Mr. Macrae brought him the bottle and a handkerchief. 'That is all you know?' he asked.

But Blake was babbling some confusion of verse and prose: his wits were wandering.

Mr. Macrae turned from him, and bade one of the men watch him. He himself pa.s.sed downstairs and into the hall, where Lady Bude was standing at the window, gazing to the north.

'Indeed you must not watch, Lady Bude,' said the millionaire. 'Let me persuade you to take something and go to bed. I forget myself; I do not believe that you have dined.' He himself sat down at the table, he ate and drank, and induced Lady Bude to join him. 'Now, do let me persuade you to go back and to try to sleep,' said Mr. Macrae gently. 'Your husband is well accompanied.'

'It is not for him that I am afraid,' said the lady, who was in tears.

'I must arrange for the day's work,' said the millionaire, and Lady Bude sighed and left him.

'First,' he said aloud, 'we must get the doctor from Lairg to see Blake.

Over forty miles.' He rang. 'Benson,' he said to the butler, 'order the tandem for seven. The yacht to have steam up at the same hour. Breakfast at half-past six.'

The millionaire then went to his own study, where he sat lost in thought.

Morning had come before the sound of voices below informed him that Bude and Merton had returned. He hurried down; their faces told him all.

'Nothing?' he asked calmly.

Nothing! They had rowed along the loch sides, touching at every cottage and landing-place. They had learned nothing. He explained his ideas for the day.

'If you will allow me to go in the yacht, I can telegraph from Lochinver in all directions to the police,' said Bude.

'We can use the wireless thing,' said Mr. Macrae. 'But if you would be so good, you could at least see the local police, and if anything occurred to you, telegraph in the ordinary way.'

'Right,' said Bude, 'I shall now take a bath.'

'You will stay with me, Mr. Merton,' said Mr. Macrae.

'It is a dreadful country for men in our position,' said Merton, for the sake of saying something. 'Police and everything so remote.'

'It gave them their chance; they have waited for it long enough, I dare say. Have you any ideas?'

'They must have a steamer somewhere.'

'That is why I have ordered the balloon, to reconnoitre the sea from,'

said Mr. Macrae. 'But they have had all the night to escape in. I think they will take her to America, to some rascally southern republic, probably.'

'I have thought of the outer islands,' said Merton, 'out behind the Lewis and the Long Island.'

'We shall have them searched,' said Mr. Macrae. 'I can think of no more at present, and you are tired.'

Merton had slept ill and strangely on the night of Sat.u.r.day; on Sunday night, of course, he had never lain down. Unshaven, dirty, with haggard eyes, he looked as wretched as he felt.

'I shall have a bath, and then please employ me, it does not matter on what, as long as I am at work for--you,' said Merton. He had nearly said 'for her.'