“I don’t suppose there’s much fear of their attempting a second robbery in the same place,” said Mr Vallance. “They’re probably far enough away by this time; still, I’m sorry we’ve no dog now. Poor old Brutus! We miss him, don’t we?”
While all this was going on Mary felt as guilty as if she had stolen the fowls and killed the turkey gobbler. She knew where the thieves were, safely hidden in the old house, and no doubt planning some other dreadful deed. If she could only have spoken! Her food tasted like dry chips in her mouth, she swallowed it with the utmost difficulty, and it was only by taking great gulps of tea that she could get on at all. Mrs Vallance noticed her disturbed looks.
“I think you ran about in the sun too much yesterday, Mary,” she said at last. “I will send up to Fraulein and ask her to excuse your lessons this morning. You will be better for a quiet day at home with me.”
Mary was relieved not to go to the White House, for she dreaded more questions from the children, but as to spending a “quiet” day at home, that was not possible. It never would be possible any more, she thought, for now she had to consider and contrive how to get her money to the appointed place at six o’clock that evening. She knew the spot well, it was only a little distance beyond the White House. Just where the four roads met there stood a sign-post; near this was a large old oak-tree, and at its foot a broad flat stone with a hollow under one side. It was there she had to put her money, but how to get it there without observation?
Her mind was so full of this as the day went on that everything else seemed like a sort of dream; she heard Mrs Vallance talking to her, and answered, but so absently that her mother looked at her in surprise. “She is certainly very much over-tired,” she said to herself; “I always knew that Maskells was not a place for the children, and I shall tell Mrs Chelwood so.”
Meanwhile the dreaded hour drew nearer and nearer, the bell was ringing for evening service, and Mr Vallance came out of his study and put on his wide-awake.
“Would you rather not go to church this evening, Mary?” said Mrs Vallance.
“My head aches,” answered Mary. “If they will only go without me,” she said to herself, “I can do it.”
“Very well, darling,” said kind Mrs Vallance; “I will stay with you, and we will go on with that nice book you like so much.”
Mary’s face became as red as it had been white a moment ago.