“You think these bags of gold I keep finding come after that date, then?”
“It is difficult to believe Andrew would have parted with his patrimony-and his yacht, which he loved-if he had had a fortune sitting around in gold. It must have been acquired since that time.”
“He was into some illegal business. That is the only explanation,” Sir Harold assured them. “Never liked the fellow above half. Don’t see why you let your sister have him, Max.”
“He seemed a rising young gent at the time. The best of a bad lot, for some of his family are hardly presentable. As to letting Louise do anything, you forget, Harold, what a hothead she was. She paid very little attention to the commands of a younger brother, and with her fortune in her own hands, she would have certainly dashed off and married him if I had forbidden the match.”
“Give the devil his due, he made Louise a good husband. Till her death he was a proper gentleman,” Jane reminded them. “It was losing her, so devoted to her as he was, that turned him to drink, and the drink accounts for the rest of it. Well, the drink and lack of breeding, for a real gentleman would not have gone to pieces only at losing a wife.”
“He was beginning to drink pretty heavily before Louise’s death,” deVigne mentioned, “but she kept him under some control.”
“So no one knows how to account for the gold?” Mrs. Grayshott asked, to call them back to order.
No one had a sensible suggestion on the subject, so they turned to other topics, deVigne to inquire of Mrs. Grayshott whether she had contacted the village girls, and what she would like done with the carriages and horses. It was agreed he would take them to auction, and suggested that he would be happy to look about for some replacement more suitable to a lady’s needs. Lady Jane was caught by her husband to hear a lengthy exposition of the many historical atrocities committed in the lust for gold. To escape him, she asked Delsie how the governess performed her duties.
“She is an excellent girl, well informed and conscientious. I enjoy her company, but to cut expenses I had thought I might teach Bobbie myself. It would be one less servant to pay, and I am qualified to undertake her training.”
“Oh, my dear, don’t think of it!” Jane expostulated at once. “If you haven’t someone to look after Bobbie, you will have a child on your hands twenty-four hours a day. You would be tied leg and wing, not a minute free to receive callers or to make a call yourself, or to come to us in the evenings, for you would not want to leave her in Mrs. Bristcombe’s charge, I am convinced. She would frighten the child with her stories of pixies and other superstitious ignorance. You cannot dispense with a woman of some sort to look after the child.”
These disadvantages had already occurred to the widow. She was fond of Roberta, but knew as well that a lady in her new circumstances was not saddled full-time with her children. “The reason I married Mr. Grayshott was to look after Roberta,” she reminded them.
“You are looking after her,” deVigne added his protest. “You are her legal guardian, and taking your job of husbanding her monies very seriously, but it is nonsense to speak of dispensing with a governess. As you settle into a more regular sort of a life here, you will find you haven’t time to devote your whole day to the child. That was never our intention. Even as a schoolmistress, you were not on duty twenty-four hours a day. I will risk giving you an unsolicited piece of advice. Keep the governess if you feel she is competent, and replace her if you feel otherwise. How does Bobbie like her?”
“They are on good terms, but…”
“Keep her, then,” Jane said conclusively. “Besides, I am the one who got Miss Milne the position, and she needs it. The father is dead, and there are three girls at home. It would be cruel to turn her off for no reason.”
This cunning fabrication, making an unexceptionable reason for Mrs. Grayshott to retain the girl, succeeded very well. There was no more talk of being rid of Miss Milne.
Dinner was called, and a peaceful evening was wiled away over a few hands of whist. As Mrs. Grayshott put on her bonnet and pelisse to leave, Lady Jane reminded her they would have a treasure hunt on the morrow, the details to be set up after church the next morning. When deVigne drove Delsie home to the Cottage, he inquired into her statement that Andrew had said he had money-had he specified in what form, or how much, or where?”
“No, it was very odd. I thought so at the time, and attributed it to his weak condition. He just said he had some money, that he had saved it-I don’t recall exactly, I was so confused myself. I think he was trying to tell me where it was, when you came in.”
“This must be what he meant, the bags of guineas. Perhaps he received some small inheritance from a relative. I heard nothing of it, but it is possible, in which case the mysterious bags of guineas are your own. He left his estate to you.”
“I have the sinking apprehension they were not bequeathed to him by any kindly relative. I think Sir Harold is right, and he was involved in some illegal business. Am I in any way responsible for my husband’s crimes in the eyes of the law, I wonder?”
“Don’t be foolish, cousin. If your husband was indeed participating in anything illegal, it has nothing to do with you.”
“Receiving stolen money has to do with me. Why, I am no less than an accessory after the fact. I shall end up in the stocks, with my former pupils pelting stones at me.”
“This is absurd,” he said brusquely. “It was all done before your time, and without your knowledge. There is no way it can possibly involve you.”
“Fine talk, but you are not a lawyer. I daresay I shall have need of one before this mess is settled.”
“Let us wait till we have conducted a search of the house tomorrow. If we do find any considerable sum of money, we shall have to look into how he came by it. Until that time, I shouldn’t worry my head about it unduly.”
“The thirteen hundred already found seems a considerable sum to me!” she objected. “I don’t know how you expect me to go to bed and listen to the pixies playing in the orchard as if nothing had happened. If I am lucky, I shall find another bag of gold tomorrow, to add to my ill-gotten gains. I wish I were back at Miss Frisk’s and St. Mary’s School,” she said glumly.
“Do you indeed regret your marriage?” he asked, with a serious note in his voice. “You seem to me happier than you were used to be. I recall seeing you on the streets in the village, always whisking by at a great rate with a frown on your face, or in church on Sunday, looking as sober as a judge. That cannot have been a carefree life for you either.”
“I did not have a frown on my face!”
“I never saw you smile till after your marriage.”
“You never looked,” she answered swiftly. “If you had, you could not have seen my face for the dust your carriage kicked up, bowling past at fifteen miles an hour,”
“I didn’t drive my carriage into church.”
“No one smiles and laughs in church. It would be unseemly.”
“You are avoiding the issue, cousin. Do you truly regret this marriage I foisted on you?”
“I regret the bags of guineas,” she evaded. As she considered the change in her life, she could not keep up any pretense of regretting the rest of it. “Of course I like Bobbie,” she added, as a sop.
The carriage swept up to the door of the Cottage. As he helped her to alight, he said, “Lucky Bobbie! I see Bristcombe has a light burning for you. I’ll have a look around the orchard before I leave.”