“Now, there’s no call for you to fly into your high ropes, gov’nor! Barring Mr. Henry’s took to his bed, as blue as megrim, they ain’t doing nothing. Nor they won’t, not while Squire’s above ground, and all of us still at the Manor. It’s when Squire’s dead and buried that the mischief will begin, by what Mr. Huby managed to hear Coate saying to Mr. Henry last night. He’s a cunning old Trojan, Mr. Huby is! He saw Coate go up to Mr. Henry’s room, and he hopped up after him, as spry as a two-year old, and slipped into the room alongside Mr. Henry’s. There’s a powder-closet between the two of ’em, and into it he creeps, all amongst Mr. Henry’s fine coats, which is hung up in it, and sets his ear to the door into Mr. Henry’s room.”
“What did he contrive to hear?” John asked quickly.
“Why, he says as Coate was in a rare tweak with Mr. Henry, calling him a paper-skulled gabster, and cursing him something wicked for having gone next or nigh Squire. ‘Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t have no trouble made, you mouth?’ he says. Then Mr. Henry says something as Mr. Huby couldn’t hear, and Coate says, ‘Wait till he’s snuffed it, and the game’s our own!’ he says. ‘You’ll send these damned servants packing, the whole curst set of insolent dotards!’—meaning Mr. Huby, and Mr. Winkfield, and me. ‘You won’t have no trouble over that,’ he says, ‘for they wouldn’t work for you, Henry, not if you was to offer ’em a fortune for to do it!’ Which is true as death,” said Joseph meditatively. “Myself, I’d as soon drive a hack—or worse!”
“Yes, and then?”
“Well, then Mr. Huby heard Mr. Henry say, screeching like he was in a fury, yet scared too, ‘And what about my cousin?’ Coate, he cursed him some more for not keeping his voice down, and he says, ‘I’ll have to marry the girl, and, damme,’ he says, ‘I’ve a mind to, for I’ll swear she’s a piece as is worth taming!’ Which fairly made Mr. Huby’s blood boil, but there was worse to come. Ay! For Mr. Henry says as Miss Nell wouldn’t have Coate, and Coate, he laughs, and says, ‘Trust me, she’ll be glad to have me! And once I’ve got her to wife,’ he says, ‘there ain’t nothing to be afraid of, ’cos I’ll school her to keep her chaffer close, don’t doubt me! And once you’re master here,’ he says, ‘me and she will stay long of you, and no one won’t think it queer; and when they’ve called the hounds off, there’s a fortune waiting for us!’ Then Mr. Huby heard a board creak, like Coate had got up out of his chair so he crept away, soft-like. And pitiful it was to see him, when he told Mr. Winkfield and me what had passed! Fair napping his bib, he was, to think his strength was gone from him, and he couldn’t give Coate a leveller, let alone choke the puff out of him, which he was wishful to do!”
“Let him not weep for that!” said Captain Staple, through his even, white teeth. “I will settle all scores with this villain, and in full!”
“Well, sir,” said Joseph, with a deprecatory cough, “seeing as Mr. Huby was in such a taking, Mr. Winkfield took the liberty of telling him so. Which heartened him up wonderful—If I may say so!”
“Did you tell me you must go to Sheffield today?” John asked abruptly. “When will you be here again?”
“Oh, I’ll be back by six o’clock at latest, sir! The London mail’s due at four. It might be a minute or two late, but not above a quarter of an hour, at this season! What was you wanting me to do?”
“Come and take my place here after dark! I must see Miss Nell!”