The sexton himself was examining with great care a mixture that he was stirring inside a small cauldron. Mr. Rash approached him and asked him if there was enough. ?Of course there is,? answered the sexton. ?Ain?t the others all had theirs? And there?s only you left; last again, as usual. Hang the pot on to your saddle and come along.? Jerk fell to wondering what on earth could be inside that pot. He could smell it through the broken casement, and a right nasty smell it was. Mipps led the way through the back of the shop, and Jerk,
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by changing his position, could see him fixing the pot to the saddle, as he had suggested, then springing on to the horse?s back with marvellous agility for so ancient a man, he went off through the village with the schoolmaster trotting at the side, and the wary Jerk following in the shadows.
They led him right through the village to the vicarage, and tied the horse behind a tree at the back. Then Mipps, producing a key, opened the front door, and a minute later Jerk from a point of vantage behind the low churchyard wall saw the sexton throw a log on to the low, smouldering fire in the old grate of the front room that was the Doctor?s study. Mipps also lighted a candle that stood upon the chimney-board. Jerry could see into the room quite distinctly now: he could see the old sexton curled up in the oak settle by the fireplace, and the schoolmaster?s shadow flickering upon the wall. He also had a good view of the Court House, where there were candles still burning in the library, and the hearty voice of the squire would keep sounding out loud and clear.
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Presently the door opened and a figure came out, going off in the direction of the vicarage barn, and Jerk had no difficulty in recognizing the bo?sun of the King?s men.
As soon as he had disappeared Jerk got another surprise, for there came across the churchyard, dodging in and out among the tombstones, a truly terrible thing. Its face seemed to the boy like the face of a dead man, for it looked quite yellow, and its white hair gave it a further corpselike expression. Jerk was terrified that the thing would see him, but it didn?t, for the shining black eyes, unlike anything he had ever seen before, were directed entirely upon the lighted window of the vicarage, and up to it he crawled, and peeped into the room. The schoolmaster was standing with his back to the window, but he presently turned and went to the door. The weird figure crouched in the flower-bed under the sill, for Mr. Rash opened the front door and went round to the back of the house to the tree where he had tied the horse.
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As soon as he had gone the yellow-faced man entered the house. Now Jerry fell to wondering what this was all about, and what the little sexton would do if he caught sight of the apparition.
But the sexton?s eyes were closed and his mouth wide open, and Jerry could hear him beginning to snore. When the door of the room was opened the figure cautiously crossed toward the fire, but the sexton didn?t move; he was asleep.
Now above the chimney-piece hung a harpoon; it belonged to Doctor Syn, who was a collector of nautical curiosities; and this harpoon had once been Clegg?s. It was a curious shape, and it was supposed that only one man in the Southern Seas besides the pirate had ever succeeded in throwing it.
The figure was now between Mipps and the firelight, and it began examining the curios upon the mantel-board. Suddenly it perceived the harpoon and, with a cry, unhooked it from its nail. The sexton opened his eyes, and the figure swung the dangerous weapon above his head, and Jerk thought that the
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sexton?s last moment had come, but Mipps, uttering a piercing cry, kicked out most lustily against the chimney-piece, and backward he went along with the settle.
Perhaps it was the horrible cry that frightened the thing, because it came running out of the front door with the harpoon still in its hand, and leaping the churchyard wall disappeared among the tombstones in the direction of the Marsh.
Mipps got up and ran to the door, crying out for Rash, and at the same time the door of the Court House opened and Doctor Syn came striding toward the vicarage.
?No more parochial work, I trust to-night, Mr. Sexton?? he said cheerily, but then noticing Mipps?s terrified demeanour he added: ?What?s the matter, Mr. Mipps? You look as grave as a tombstone.?
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?So would you, sir, if you seen wot I seed. It was standin? over me lookin? straight down at me, as yellow as a guinea.?
?What was?? said the Doctor.
?A thing!? said the sexton.
?Come, come, what sort of thing?? demanded the vicar.
?The likes of a man,? replied the sexton, thinking, ?but not a livin? man?a sort of shape?a dead ?un?and yet I can?t help fancying I?ve seed it somewheres before. By thunder!? he cried suddenly. ?I know. That?s why it took Clegg?s harpoon. For God?s sake, come inside, sir.? And in they went hurriedly, followed by Rash, who had just arrived back on the scene. Inside the room Mr. Mipps again narrated in a horrified whisper what he had just seen, pointing now out of the window in the direction taken by the thing and now at the empty nail where Clegg?s harpoon had hung.
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Doctor Syn went to the window to close the shutters and saw Sennacherib Pepper crossing the far side of the churchyard.
?Good-night, Sennacherib,? he cried out, and shut the shutters. A minute later out came the schoolmaster, but instead of going round for his horse, as Jerry expected, he walked quickly after Sennacherib Pepper. ?How long is this going on for, I wonder?? thought young Jerk, as he picked himself up and set off after the schoolmaster.
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For half a mile out of the village Mr. Rash kept well in the rear of Sennacherib Pepper, and Jerk kept well behind the schoolmaster. It was a weird night. Everything was vivid, either very dark or very light; such grass as they came to was black grass; such roadways they crossed were with roads; the sky was brightly starlit, but the mountainous clouds were black, and the edges of the great dyke sluices were pitch black, but the water and thin mud, silver steel, reflecting the light of the sky. Sennacherib Pepper was a black shadow
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ahead; the schoolmaster was a blacker one; and Jerk?well, he couldn?t see himself; he rather wished he could, for company.
Although Mr. Rash was a very black-looking figure, there was something small and ugly that kept catching the silver steel reflected in the dyke water. What was it? Jerry couldn?t make out. It was something in Mr. Rash?s hand, and he kept bringing it out and thrusting it back into the pocket of his overcoat. But the young adventurer had enough to do, keeping himself from being discovered, else he might have understood and so saved Sennacherib?s life.
When they got about a mile from the village Mr. Rash quickened his pace; Jerry quickened his accordingly, but Sennacherib Pepper, who had no object in doing so, did not quicken his. Once the schoolmaster stopped dead, and the young hangman only just pulled up in time, so near was he; and once again the silver thing came out of the pocket, but this time Mr. Rash looked at it before thrusting it back again. Then he began to run.
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?Is that you, Doctor Pepper?? he called out.
?Now this is strange,? thought Jerk, ?for the schoolmaster must surely have known what man he was following, and why hadn?t he cried out before??
Sennacherib stopped. Jerk drew himself down among the rushes in the dyke and crept as near to the two men as he dared; he was within easy earshot, anyhow.
?Who is it?? asked Pepper; and then, recognizing the shoddy young man, he added: ?Why, it?s the schoolmaster!?
?Yes, Doctor Pepper,? replied Rash, ?and it?s been a hard job I?ve had to recover you, for it?s an uncanny way over the Marsh.?
Just then there was the sound of horses galloping in the distance, Jerk could hear it distinctly.
?What do you want me for?? asked the physician.
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?It was the vicar sent me for you, sir,? replied the schoolmaster. ?He wants you to come at once; there?s somebody dying in the parish.?
?Do you know who it is?? said the physician.
?I believe it?s old Mrs. Tapsole in the Bake House, but I?m none too sure.?
Indeed it seemed to Jerk that uncertainty was the whole attitude of the schoolmaster. He seemed to be listening to the distant noise of galloping and answering old Sennacherib at random. Perhaps the physician also noticed something in his manner, for he looked at him pretty straight and said:
?I don?t think it?s Mrs. Tapsole, either, for I saw her to-day and she was as merry as a cricket.?
?She?s had a fit, sir, that?s about what she?s had,? replied the schoolmaster vaguely.
?Then,? said the physician, ?you do know something about it, do you??
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?I know just what I was asked to say,? returned the schoolmaster irritably. ?It?s not my business to tell you what?s the matter with your patients. If you don?t know, I?m sure I don?t. You?re a doctor, ain?t you??
No doubt old Pepper would have pulled the schoolmaster up with a good round turn for his boorishness and extraordinary manner had he not at that instant caught the sound of the galloping horses. ?Look there!? he cried.
At full gallop across the Marsh were going a score or so of horsemen, lit by a light that shone from their faces and from the heads of their mad horses. Jerk could see Rash shaking as if with the ague, but for some reason he pretended not to see the hideous sight.
?What are you looking at?? he said, ?for I see nothing.?
?There, there!? screamed old Pepper. ?You must see something there!?
?Nothing but dyke, marsh, and the highroad,? faltered the schoolmaster.
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?No! There?look?riders?men on horses. Marsh fiends!? yelled the terrified physician.
?What in hell?s name are you trying to scare me for?? cursed the trembling Rash. ?Don?t I tell you I see nothing? Ain?t that enough for you??
?Then God forgive me!? cried poor Sennacherib, ?for I can see ?em and you can?t; there?s something wrong with my soul.?
?Then God have mercy on it!? The words came somehow through the schoolmaster?s set teeth; the silver steel leapt from the pocket of his overcoat, and Sennacherib was savagely struck twice under the arm as he pointed at the riders. He gave one great cry and fell forward, while the schoolmaster, entirely gone to pieces, with quaking limbs and chattering teeth, stooped down and cleaned the knife by stabbing it swiftly up to the hilt in a clump of short grass that grew in the soil by the roadside.
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The sudden horror of the thing was too much even for the callous Jerk, for his senses failed him and he slid back into the dyke among the rushes, and when he came to himself the first shreds of dawn were rising over Romney Marsh.
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to him and looked. He was lying face downward, just as he had fallen, and the white road was stained with a dark bloody smudge.
?Well,? he said to himself, ?here?s another job for old Mipps, and a trip to the ropemaker?s,? and shivering with cold and horror he set off as fast as he could go toward the village.
Now, when he was within sight of his own house, he began to consider what it was he duty to do. He had his own eyesight to prove the schoolmaster?s guilt; but would he be believed? Could the schoolmaster somehow turn the tables upon him? If he breathed a word to his grandparents he would at once be hauled before that brutal captain; and the captain he felt sure would not believe him. The squire might, but the captain would, of course, take the side of authority, and back up the schoolmaster. Denis Cobtree was not old enough to give him counsel, and, besides that, the captain was staying at the Court House.
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No: Doctor Syn was the man to go to. He was kindly and patient, and would anyhow give one leave to speak without interruption. So, crossing the fields, so as not to pass by his grandparents? windows, he struck out for the vicarage.
Just as he was skirting the churchyard he heard the tramp of feet, and the captain passed along the road, followed by the King?s men. Two of them were bearing a shutter. Then the murder was known already. They were going to get Sennacherib?s body. Yes, it most certainly was, for there was affixed to the church door a new notice. Jerry approached and read the large glaring letters:
A hundred guineas will be paid to any person, or persons, who shall directly cause the arrest of a mulatto, a seaman. White hair; yellow face; no ears; six feet high; when last seen wearing royal navy cook?s uniform. Necklace of sharks? teeth around neck. Tattoo marks of a gibbet on right forearm; a cockatoo on left wrist; and a brig in full sail executed in two dyes of tattoo work upon his chest.
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This man wanted by the crown for the murder of Sennacherib Pepper, Doctor of Physics and of Romney Marsh.
[Signed] ANTHONY COBTREE, Leveller of the Marsh Scotts, Court House, Dymchurch, and
HOWARD COLLYER, Captain of his Majesty?s Navy, and Coast Agent and Commissioner, Court House, Dymchurch
The writing on this notice was executed in most scholarly style, and Jerk knew the familiar lettering to be the handiwork of the murderous schoolmaster himself. This colossal audacity was quite terrifying to him. It looked as if it had been written in the blood of the victim; for the black ink was still wet.
As he gazed the church door opened and Doctor Syn came out. He looked pale and worried, as well he might, for indeed this shocking affair had already caused a most shaking sensation in the village.
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