Miss Thane’s eyes returned to the contemplation of Sir Tristram’s stern profile. “Ah!” she said. “That would account for it, of course. Well, we did what we could to make my standing upon a chair seem a natural proceeding—but I doubt the butler thinks us a pair of lunatics—and being once more alone, and Sir Tristram having spoken his mind to me on the subject of female folly, we returned to our search. It affords me some satisfaction to reflect that it was Sir Tristram, and not I, who was engaged in sounding the panels when a most odiously soft-footed individual stole in to place a snuff-jar upon the desk. At least, it afforded me the opportunity to show that I, too, have some presence of mind. I begged your cousin to admire the spearhead finish.”
“I think that you are very clever!” said Eustacie approvingly. “I should not have known that there was a—a spearhead finish.”
“There wasn’t,” said Miss Thane. “In fact, the mere mention of a spearhead finish in connection with those panels was a solecism which caused a spasm to cross Sir Tristram’s features. When the snuff-bearer had taken himself off he was obliging enough to inform me that before he accompanied me on another such search he would give me a few simple lessons in what to look for in wood panelling of that particular kind. By that time I had undergone so many frights that my spirit was quite in abeyance, and I not only thanked him meekly, but I even acquiesced in his decision to abandon the quest. Yes, I know it was wretchedly weak of me,” she added, in answer to a look of reproach from Eustacie, “but to tell you the truth, I think the task is wellnigh hopeless. Ludovic must remember more precisely where the panel is.”
“But you know very well that he cannot!”
“Then he must go and look for it himself,” said Miss Thane firmly.
Eustacie was inclined to be indignant, but the chaise had by this time drawn up outside the Red Lion, and she was forced to postpone her recriminations until a more convenient occasion. Shield, dismounting lightly from his horse, himself opened the door and let down the steps for the ladies to descend. Having handed them out of the chaise, he gave his horse into the charge of one of the ostlers and followed them into the inn. Here they were met by Nye, who informed them in the voice of one who had done his best to avert disaster but failed, that they would find Ludovic in Sir Hugh Thane’s room.
“In my brother’s room?” exclaimed Miss Thane. “What in the world is he doing there?”
“He’s playing cards, ma’am,” replied Nye grimly.
“But how came he to go into my brother’s room at all?” demanded Miss Thane. “We left him in bed!”
“You did, ma’am, but you hadn’t been gone above five minutes before his lordship started ringing the bell for Clem. Nothing else would do for him but to get up and dress, and me not being by Clem helped him. That’s how it always was: what Mr Ludovic took it into his head to do, Clem would help him to, no matter what.”