Sir Jervis explained;'Rook is crazy.'Miss Redwood differed with him.'No!'she said.Only one word,but there were volumes of contradiction in it.Sir Jervis looked at me slyly;meaning,perhaps,that he thought his sister crazy too.The dinner was brought in at the same moment,and my attention was diverted to Mrs.Rook's husband.""What was he like?"Emily asked.
"I really can't tell you;he was one of those essentially commonplace persons,whom one never looks at a second time.His dress was shabby,his head was bald,and his hands shook when he waited on us at table--and that is all I remember.Sir Jervis and I feasted on salt fish,mutton,and beer.Miss Redwood had cold broth,with a wine-glass full of rum poured into it by Mr.Rook.
'She's got no stomach,'her brother informed me;'hot things come up again ten minutes after they have gone down her throat;she lives on that beastly mixture,and calls it broth-grog!'Miss Redwood sipped her elixir of life,and occasionally looked at me with an appearance of interest which I was at a loss to understand.Dinner being over,she rang her antique bell.The shabby old man-servant answered her call.'Where's your wife?'
she inquired.'Ill,miss.'She took Mr.Rook's arm to go out,and stopped as she passed me.'Come to my room,if you please,sir,to-morrow at two o'clock,'she said.Sir Jervis explained again:
'She's all to pieces in the morning'(he invariably called his sister 'She');'and gets patched up toward the middle of the day.
Death has forgotten her,that's about the truth of it.'He lighted his pipe and pondered over the hieroglyphics found among the ruined cities of Yucatan;I lighted my pipe,and read the only book I could find in the dining-room--a dreadful record of shipwrecks and disasters at sea.When the room was full of tobacco-smoke we fell asleep in our chairs--and when we awoke again we got up and went to bed.There is the true story of my first evening at Redwood Hall."Emily begged him to go on."You have interested me in Miss Redwood,"she said."You kept your appointment,of course?""I kept my appointment in no very pleasant humor.Encouraged by my favorable report of the illustrations which he had submitted to my judgment,Sir Jervis proposed to make me useful to him in a new capacity.'You have nothing particular to do,'he said,'suppose you clean my pictures?'I gave him one of my black looks,and made no other reply.My interview with his sister tried my powers of self-command in another way.Miss Redwood declared her purpose in sending for me the moment I entered the room.Without any preliminary remarks--speaking slowly and emphatically,in a wonderfully strong voice for a woman of her age--she said,'I have a favor to ask of you,sir.I want you to tell me what Mrs.Rook has done.'I was so staggered that Istared at her like a fool.She went on:'I suspected Mrs.Rook,sir,of having guilty remembrances on her conscience before she had been a week in our service.'Can you imagine my astonishment when I heard that Miss Redwood's view of Mrs.Rook was my view?
Finding that I still said nothing,the old lady entered into details:'We arranged,sir,'(she persisted in calling me 'sir.
with the formal politeness of the old school)--'we arranged,sir,that Mrs.Rook and her husband should occupy the bedroom next to mine,so that I might have her near me in case of my being taken ill in the night.She looked at the door between the two rooms--suspicious!She asked if there was any objection to her changing to another room--suspicious!suspicious!Pray take a seat,sir,and tell me which Mrs.Rook is guilty of--theft or murder?'""What a dreadful old woman!"Emily exclaimed."How did you answer her?""I told her,with perfect truth,that I knew nothing of Mrs.
Rook's secrets.Miss Redwood's humor took a satirical turn.
'Allow me to ask,sir,whether your eyes were shut,when our housekeeper found herself unexpectedly in your presence?'Ireferred the old lady to her brother's opinion.'Sir Jervis believes Mrs.Rook to be crazy,'I reminded her.'Do you refuse to trust me,sir?''I have no information to give you,madam.'
She waved her skinny old hand in the direction of the door.Imade my bow,and retired.She called me back.'Old women used to be prophets,sir,in the bygone time,'she said.'I will venture on a prediction.You will be the means of depriving us of the services of Mr.and Mrs.Rook.If you will be so good as to stay here a day or two longer you will hear that those two people have given us notice to quit.It will be her doing,mind--he is a mere cypher.I wish you good-morning.'Will you believe me,when Itell you that the prophecy was fulfilled?"
"Do you mean that they actually left the house?""They would certainly have left the house,"Alban answered,"if Sir Jervis had not insisted on receiving the customary month's warning.He asserted his resolution by locking up the old husband in the pantry.His sister's suspicions never entered his head;the housekeeper's conduct (he said)simply proved that she was,what he had always considered her to be,crazy.'A capital servant,in spite of that drawback,'he remarked;'and you will see,I shall bring her to her senses.'The impression produced on me was naturally of a very different kind.While I was still uncertain how to entrap Mrs.Rook into confirming my suspicions,she herself had saved me the trouble.She had placed her own guilty interpretation on my appearance in the house--I had driven her away!"Emily remained true to her resolution not to let her curiosity embarrass Alban again.But the unexpressed question was in her thoughts--"Of what guilt does he suspect Mrs.Rook?And,when he first felt his suspicions,was my father in his mind?"Alban proceeded.
