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He looked Mrs. Sharpe full in the face. She took the gloves--a slip of paper was to be felt inside--a moment's demur, then she purchased and put them in her pocket.
The peddler departed; Mrs. Sharpe went upstairs, and drew forth the slip of paper. There were but three lines:
"Meet me this afternoon at two. I will be waiting in the woods near the sh.o.r.e, where you saw my boat yesterday. I know he was with you last night."
Mrs. Sharpe read this, destroyed it, and sat ruminating.
"What if they won't let me go? But no, they wouldn't dare keep me a prisoner, and if it came to fisticuffs," smiling to herself, "I could beat the three of them--poor old bodies! I'll go by strategy, if possible--by main force, if necessary. But I'll go."
Five minutes longer the nurse sat thinking. Then she arose, walked down-stairs, and complained drearily of a shocking bad headache.
Mrs. Oleander recommended a woman's cure--a cup of strong tea and going to bed. But Susan Sharpe shook her head.
"Tea never does me no good, and going to bed only makes me worse. I suppose it's staying in-doors so much. I ain't used to it. I always take a walk every afternoon. I'll wait and see if it gets better. If it don't, I'll go and take a little walk along the sh.o.r.e. A mouthful of fresh air will do me good."
Mrs. Sharpe waited accordingly, but the headache did not get better. On the contrary, it grew so much worse that when the one-o'clock dinner was ready, she was unable to eat a mouthful. She lay with her head on the table in a sort of stupor.
"I think you had better take a walk," said Mrs. Oleander, who was not an ill-natured old woman on the whole. "I don't want you to be laid up on our hands."
Mrs. Sharpe glanced at the clock; it wanted a quarter of two. She rose at once.
"I think I must, or I'll be fit for nothing for a week. I'll go and put on my things."
In five minutes, Susan Sharpe walked out of the garden gate and down to the sh.o.r.e. Old Peter closed the gate, watched her out of sight, and went back to the house, unsuspectingly.
Mrs. Sharpe sauntered slowly over the sandy beach to the strip of dark woods, skirted them, to avoid being seen from the windows of the house, and called:
"Mr. Ingelow."
"Here," answered a voice, and the peddler emerged from the trees and stood beside her. "You're a treasure, Mrs. Susan Sharpe," said the peddler--"worth your weight in crown diamonds. How is she?"
"As well as can be expected. A good deal the better for seeing you from her window last evening."
"I saw you both watching. She knows I have come to rescue her?"
"Of course. She is a woman."
"Does she recognize you?"
"No," with a laugh. "She called me her best friend last night. If she only knew!"
"She would still call you her best friend, perhaps. Your 'make-up' is a good one, Sarah, since she has failed to recognize you. What brought the doctor?"
Susan Sharpe briefly told him.
Mr. Ingelow whistled expressively.
"So soon? But I have thought so. He is not the man to wait. Well, we must be ahead of him, Sarah."
Sarah nodded.
"Yes--how?"
"I have it all arranged. Miss Dane must escape to-night. Look at this."
He pointed to a basket at his feet.
Mrs. Sharpe lifted the cover, and saw two lumps of raw beef.
"Well?" she asked, wonderingly.
"'A sop for Cerberus,'" laughed Hugh Ingelow; "a supper for the dogs.
They'll never want another after."
"What do you mean?"
"The meat is poisoned; there is strychnine enough in these two pieces to kill a dozen dogs. I mean to throw that to them this evening."
"But how?"
"Over the wall, of course. What's their names? They'll come when I call them."
"Tiger and Nero."
"So be it. Tiger and Nero will devour the beef and ask no questions. An hour after they'll be as dead as two door-nails."
"Poor fellows! But it can't be helped, I suppose?"
"I suppose not. Save your sympathy, Sarah. You must do for the three old folks."
"Poison them, too?" asked Sarah, grimly.
"Not quite. Just put them to sleep."
"Indeed! How?"
Mr. Ingelow produced a little white paper from his vest pocket.
"You see this powder?" holding it up. "Drop it into the tea-pot this evening, and don't drink any of the tea."
The woman shrunk a little.
"I'm almost afraid, Mr. Ingelow. I don't like drugging. They're old and feeble; I daren't do it."
"You must do it," Hugh Ingelow said, sternly. "I tell you there is no danger. Do you take me for a murderer?"
"No; but there might be a mistake."