Shifting Winds: A Tough Yarn Part 37

"Good-night, friend," said the burglar, slipping a half-crown into the policeman's hand as he was about to jump into the carriage. "It was no fault of yours that we didn't catch him. You did your best."

"Yes, I did my best."

"Hallo! are _you_ going by this train?" exclaimed the burglar.

"Yes, I've got business in Wreck.u.moft, so we'll have the pleasure o'

travellin' together."

The gentlemanly man felt that the pleasure would be entirely confined to one side. However, he expressed much joy at the prospect of such good company, as the policeman sat down beside him.

The train gave a pant, then a snort, then an impatient whistle. Then the bell rang a second time, the whistle sounded a single note, and the carriages moved slowly away. A moment more, and they were sweeping out of the station; a moment more and they were rus.h.i.+ng over the moor; another moment, and they were das.h.i.+ng through s.p.a.ce, setting all terrestrial things at naught, until a station came in view; then the whistle uttered a prolonged shriek, and the train began to slow. Up to this point the policeman and his friends had sat together in comparative silence.

The former put his head out of the window, and remarked that, "there was a feller as would be too late for the train."

The moonlight enabled him to perceive that the late man was a labourer of some sort.

The train ran into the station and stopped.

"Tickets ready!" shouted the guard.

"That'll give him a chance," observed the gentlemanly burglar.

"All right?" inquired the guard.

"All right," replied the ticket-inspector. The bell rang, the guard whistled, so did the engine; it puffed too, and the train began to move.

"Look sharp now," cried the station-master eagerly to some one outside the office. "Athenbury? Here you are--four s.h.i.+llings; run!"

The guard knew that it was a late pa.s.senger, and, being a good-hearted fellow, held the door of a carriage open, even although the train was on the move.

A man in a smock-frock and slouch-hat rushed across the platform at this moment, and made for the door which the guard held open.

"Jump!" said the guard.

The gentlemanly burglar and the policeman lent their aid to pull the man into the train; the door banged, and they were away.

"You've all but missed it," said the burglar.

The man in the smock-frock pulled his slouch-hat well over his eyes, and admitted that it was a "close shave." Then he laid his head on the side of the carriage and breathed hard.

"Take a drop o' gin," said the burglar in a patronising way, "it'll bring you to in a minute."

Kenneth knew by his manner that he did not guess who it was that sat beside him, so he resolved to accept the offer.

"Thank'ee, I loik gin. It waarms the c.o.c.kles o' yer 'art, it do," said Kenneth.

"Goin' far?" inquired the policeman.

"To Wreck.u.moft."

"You seems to have got on yer Sunday trousers?" observed the policeman.

"Wall, there an't no sin in that," replied the supposed labourer, somewhat sharply.

"Certainly not," said the policeman. "It's a fine night, an't it?"

"It _is_ a foine night," responded the labourer, putting his head out of the window.

"Yes, a very fine night," repeated the policeman, also thrusting his head out at the same window, and holding a _sotto voce_ conversation with Kenneth, the result of which was that he became very merry and confidential, and was particularly polite to the burglars, insomuch that they thought him one of the jolliest policemen they had ever had to do with--and this was not the first they had had to do with by any means!

In course of time the train ran into the station at Wreck.u.moft, and the occupants poured out on the platform, and took their several ways. The three friends kept together, and observed that the policeman, after bidding them good-bye, went away alone, as if he had urgent business on hand, and was soon lost to view. This was a great relief to them, because they could not feel quite at ease in his presence, and his going off so promptly showed, (so they thought), that he had not the remotest suspicion of their errand.

As for the country fellow in the smock-frock, they took no further notice of him after quitting the carriage. Had they known his business in Wreck.u.moft that night, they might, perchance, have bestowed upon him very earnest attention. As it was, they went off to the Blue Boar Tavern and ordered three Welsh rabbits and three pots of porter.

Meanwhile Kenneth took the road to Seaside Villa. On the way he had to pa.s.s Bingley Hall, and rang the bell. The door was opened by Susan Barepoles.

"Is Maister Gildart to hoam?"

Susan said he was, and Kenneth was delighted to find that his change of voice and costume disguised him so completely that Susan did not recognise him.

"I wants to see him."

Susan bade him wait in the lobby. In a few minutes Gildart came down, and the country fellow asked to have a word with him in private!

The result of this word was that the two sallied forth immediately after, and went towards Seaside Villa.

Here, strange to say, they found the policeman standing at the outer gate. Kenneth accosted him as if he had expected to meet him.

"They ain't abed yet," observed the policeman.

"No; I see that my groom is up, and there is a light in my father's study. I'll tap at the groom's window."

"Come in av yer feet's clean," was Dan's response to the tap, as he opened the shutters and flattened his nose against a pane of gla.s.s in order to observe the intruder.

"Dan, open the back door and let me in!"

"Hallo! Mister Kenneth!"

Dan vanished at once, and opened the door.

"Hush, Dan; is my father at home?"

"He is, sur."

"Come in, Gildart. Take care of that constable, Dan; give him his supper. There's work both for him and you to-night. He will explain it to you."

Saying this Kenneth took Gildart to the drawing-room, and left him there while he went to his father's study.