The Talisman Ring

“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.”

Eustacie turned to her cousin. “You should not have brought his clothes!”

“Nonsense!” said Shield. “Ludovic must leave his bed sooner or later. He’ll take no hurt.”

“That is all very well,” said Miss Thane, “but even though he might get up, I can see no reason for him to go into Hugh’s room. I have a great value for Hugh, but I cannot feel that he is the man to keep a momentous secret. Nye, you should have intervened.”

Nye smiled somewhat wryly. “It’s plain you don’t know his lordship, ma’am. No sooner was he dressed than what must he do but walk out of his room just to see how his legs would carry him. While he was showing Clem how well he could manage, Sir Hugh (who’d been pulling his bell fit to break it, according to what he told me) put his head out of his room to shout for Clem. By what I can make out from Clem, Sir Hugh and Mr Ludovic got into conversation right away, Sir Hugh not seeming to be surprised at finding another gentleman in the house, and Mr Ludovic, of course, as friendly as you please, ‘Oh, are you Sir Hugh Thane?’ he says. ‘My name’s Lavenham—’ oh yes, ma’am, he came out with that quite brazen! That’s Mr Ludovic all over. ‘Well,’ says Sir Hugh, ‘I can’t say I call your face to mind at the moment, but if you know me I’m devilish glad of it, for I’ve had more than enough of my own company. Do you play piquet?’ Well, that was quite sufficient for Mr Ludovic, and before Clem rightly knew what was happening, he’d been sent off downstairs to fetch up a couple of packs of cards and a bottle of wine. By the time I was back in the house there was no doing anything, ma’am, for they was both in Sir Hugh’s room, as thick as thieves, as the saying is.”

The ladies looked at one another in consternation. “I had better go upstairs and see what is happening,” said Miss Thane resignedly.

It was, however, just as Nye had described. Lord Lavenham and Sir Hugh Thane, both attired in dressing-gowns, were seated on opposite sides of a small table drawn close to the fire in Sir Hugh’s bedchamber playing piquet. A glass of wine was at each gentleman’s elbow, and so absorbed were they in the game that neither paid the least heed to the opening of the door, or, in fact, became aware of Miss Thane’s presence until she stepped right up to the table. Sir Hugh glanced up then, and said in an abstracted voice: “Oh, there you are, Sally!” and turned his attention to the cards again.

Miss Thane laid her hand on Ludovic’s shoulder to prevent his rising, but remarked significantly: “What if I had been the Beau, or an Exciseman?”

“Oh, I’m well prepared!” Ludovic assured her, and in the twinkling of an eye had whisked a small, silver-mounted pistol from his pocket.

“Good God, I hope you don’t mean to fire on sight!” said Miss Thane.

Sir Hugh put up his glass to look at the pistol. “That’s a nice little gun,” he observed.