“So far, so good,” said Gideon. “But how came he to fall again into your clutches?”
“That,” said Mr. Liversedge evasively, “is a long story, sir. But it should be borne in mind that it is I who have been the humble instrument whereby your interesting relative has met with the adventure his soul craved.”
Nettlebed, who had been listening to this interchange with scarcely concealed impatience, interrupted to say fiercely: “You gallows-cheat, you’ll say where you have his Grace hid, or you’ll have it choked out of you!”
“This fellow lives at the Bird in Hand, that I do know,” Matthew declared. “And there Gilly found him, for he told me so!”
“Ay, that’s what you say, Master Matthew, but a solid hour have we been in this town, trying to find where this place may be, and not a soul able to tell us!” said Nettlebed bitterly. “And if we can’t discover it, how can his Grace have done so?”
“His Grace would appear to have his own ways of going about his business,” remarked Gideon, his eyes glinting. “We need exercise no ingenuity, however, for Mr. Liversedge will now guide us to the Bird in Hand. Eh, Mr. Liversedge?”
“Sir,” said Mr. Liversedge, with hauteur, “I must perforce yield to force majeure. ”
But when, half an hour later, the curricle and the tilbury drew up outside the shell of the Bird in Hand, he was at last bereft of all power of self-expression, and could only gaze upon the blackened ruins in incredulous dismay. Both Wragby and Nettlebed were inclined to make an end to him then and there, but his amazement was so patent that Gideon intervened to restrain them. “Well, Mr. Liversedge?” he said. “What now have you to say?”
“Sir,” said Mr. Liversedge, in some agitation, “when last I saw this hostelry it was indeed a poor place, but, I assure you, intact! What can have occurred to reduce it to this pitiful skeleton, I know not! And what has become of its owner, or, I may add, its noble guest, are matters wholly beyond my powers of conjecture! I confess that they are matters which do not, at this present, exercise my mind profoundly. I have no reason to suppose, Captain Ware, that you are a man of feeling, but even your hardened heart may be touched by the reflection that the few worldly possessions remaining to me were encased in that unworthy building!”
“My hardened heart remains untouched. I want my cousin!” Gideon said brusquely, and touched up his horse. “There must be someone in the village who can tell us when this fire broke out!”