by J. M. Barrie
Chapter Seven.
HAS THE FOLLY OF LOOKING INTO A WOMAN'S EYES BY WAY OF TEXT.
"This is the woman, captain," one of the policemen said in triumph;"and, begging your pardon, will you keep a grip of her till thesheriff comes back?"
Halliwell did not turn his head.
"You can leave her here," he said carelessly. "Three of us are notneeded to guard a woman."
"But she's a slippery customer."
"You can go," said Halliwell; and the policemen withdrew slowly,eyeing their prisoner doubtfully until the door closed. Then theofficer wheeled round languidly, expecting to find the Egyptian gauntand muscular.
"Now then," he drawled, "why----By Jove!"
The gallant soldier was as much taken aback as if he had turned tofind a pistol at his ear. He took his feet off the table. Yet he onlysaw the gypsy's girlish figure in its red and green, for she hadcovered her face with her hands. She was looking at him intentlybetween her fingers, but he did not know this. All he did want to knowjust then was what was behind the hands.
Before he spoke again she had perhaps made up her mind about him, forshe began to sob bitterly. At the same time she slipped a finger overher ring.
"Why don't you look at me?" asked Halliwell, selfishly.
"I daurna."
"Am I so fearsome?"
"You're a sojer, and you would shoot me like a craw."
Halliwell laughed, and taking her wrists in his hands, uncovered herface.
"Oh, by Jove!" he said again, but this time to himself.
As for the Egyptian, she slid the ring into her pocket, and fell backbefore the officer's magnificence.
"Oh," she cried, "is all sojers like you?"
There was such admiration in her eyes that it would have beenself-contempt to doubt her. Yet having smiled complacently, Halliwellbecame uneasy.
"Who on earth are you?" he asked, finding it wise not to look her inthe face. "Why do you not answer me more quickly?"
"Dinna be angry at that, captain," the Egyptian implored. "I promisedmy mither aye to count twenty afore I spoke, because she thocht I wasower glib. Captain, how is't that you're so fleid to look at me?"
Thus put on his mettle, Halliwell again faced her, with the resultthat his question changed to "Where did you get those eyes?" Then washe indignant with himself.
"What I want to know," he explained severely, "is how you were able toacquaint the Thrums people with our movements? That you must tell meat once, for the sheriff blames my soldiers. Come now, no countingtwenty!"
He was pacing the room now, and she had her face to herself. It saidseveral things, among them that the officer evidently did not likethis charge against his men.
"Does the shirra blame the sojers?" exclaimed this quick-wittedEgyptian. "Weel, that cows, for he has nane to blame but himsel'."
"What!" cried Halliwell, delighted. "It was the sheriff who toldtales? Answer me. You are counting a hundred this time."
Perhaps the gypsy had two reasons for withholding her answer. If so,one of them was that as the sheriff had told nothing, she had a storyto make up. The other was that she wanted to strike a bargain with theofficer.
"If I tell you," she said eagerly, "will you set me free?"
"I may ask the sheriff to do so."
"But he mauna see me," the Egyptian said in distress. "There'sreasons, captain."
"Why, surely you have not been before him on other occasions," saidHalliwell, surprised.
"No in the way you mean," muttered the gypsy, and for the moment hereyes twinkled. But the light in them went out when she remembered thatthe sheriff was near, and she looked desperately at the window as ifready to fling herself from it. She had very good reasons for notwishing to be seen by Riach, though fear that he would put her in gaolwas not one of them.
Halliwell thought it was the one cause of her woe, and great was hisdesire to turn the tables on the sheriff.
"Tell me the truth," he said, "and I promise to befriend you."
"Weel, then," the gypsy said, hoping still to soften his heart, andmaking up her story as she told it, "yestreen I met the shirra, and hetelled me a' I hae telled the Thrums folk this nicht."
"You can scarcely expect me to believe that. Where did you meet him?"
"In Glen Quharity. He was riding on a horse."
"Well, I allow he was there yesterday, and on horseback. He was on hisway back to Tilliedrum from Lord Rintoul's place. But don't tell methat he took a gypsy girl into his confidence."
"Ay, he did, without kenning. He was gieing his horse a drink when Imet him, and he let me tell him his fortune. He said he would gaol mefor an impostor if I didna tell him true, so I gaed about itcautiously, and after a minute or twa I telled him he was coming toThrums the nicht to nab the rioters."
"You are trifling with me," interposed the indignant soldier. "Youpromised to tell me not what you said to the sheriff, but how hedisclosed our movements to you."
"And that's just what I am telling you, only you hinna the rumelgumptionto see it. How do you think fortunes is telled? First we get out o' theman, without his seeing what we're after, a' about himsel', and synewe repeat it to him. That's what I did wi' the shirra."
"You drew the whole thing out of him without his knowing?"
"'Deed I did, and he rode awa' saying I was a witch."
The soldier heard with the delight of a schoolboy.
"Now if the sheriff does not liberate you at my request," he said, "Iwill never let him hear the end of this story. He was right; you are awitch. You deceived the sheriff; yes, undoubtedly you are a witch."
He looked at her with fun in his face, but the fun disappeared, and awondering admiration took its place.
"By Jove!" he said, "I don't wonder you bewitched the sheriff. I musttake care or you will bewitch the captain, too."
At this notion he smiled, but he also ceased looking at her. Suddenlythe Egyptian again began to cry.
"You're angry wi' me," she sobbed. "I wish I had never set een onyou."
"Why do you wish that?" Halliwell asked.
"Fine you ken," she answered, and again covered her face with herhands.
He looked at her undecidedly.
"I am not angry with you," he said, gently. "You are an extraordinarygirl."
Had he really made a conquest of this beautiful creature? Her wordssaid so, but had he? The captain could not make up his mind. He gnawedhis moustache in doubt.
There was silence, save for the Egyptian's sobs. Halliwell's heart wastouched, and he drew nearer her.
"My poor girl----"
He stopped. Was she crying? Was she not laughing at him rather? Hebecame red.
The gypsy peeped at him between her fingers, and saw that he was oftwo minds. She let her hands fall from her face, and undoubtedly therewere tears on her cheeks.
"If you're no angry wi' me," she said, sadly, "how will you no look atme?"
"I am looking at you now."
He was very close to her, and staring into her wonderful eyes. I amolder than the Captain, and those eyes have dazzled me.
"Captain dear."
She put her hand in his. His chest rose. He knew she was seeking tobeguile him, but he could not take his eyes off hers. He was in aworse plight than a woman listening to the first whisper of love.
Now she was further from him, but the spell held. She reached thedoor, without taking her eyes from his face. For several seconds hehad been as a man mesmerised.
Just in time he came to. It was when she turned from him to find thehandle of the door. She was turning it when his hand fell on hers sosuddenly that she screamed. He twisted her round.
CAPTAIN HALLIWELL.]
"Sit down there," he said hoarsely, pointing to the chair upon whichhe had flung his cloak. She dared not disobey. Then he leant againstthe door, his back to her, for just then he wanted no one to see hisface. The gypsy sat very still and a little frightened.
Halliwell opened the door presently, and called to th
e soldier on dutybelow.
"Davidson, see if you can find the sheriff. I want him. AndDavidson----"
The captain paused.
"Yes," he muttered, and the old soldier marvelled at his words, "it isbetter. Davidson, lock this door on the outside."
Davidson did as he was ordered, and again the Egyptian was left alonewith Halliwell.
"Afraid of a woman!" she said, contemptuously, though her heart sankwhen she heard the key turn in the lock.
"I admit it," he answered, calmly.
He walked up and down the room, and she sat silently watching him.
"That story of yours about the sheriff was not true," he said atlast.
"I suspect it wasna," answered the Egyptian coolly. "Hae you beenthinking about it a' this time? Captain, I could tell you what you'rethinking now. You're wishing it had been true, so that the ane o' youcouldna lauch at the other."
"Silence!" said the captain, and not another word would he speak untilhe heard the sheriff coming up the stair. The Egyptian trembled at hisstep, and rose in desperation.
"Why is the door locked?" cried the sheriff, shaking it.
"All right," answered Halliwell; "the key is on your side."
At that moment the Egyptian knocked the lamp off the table, and theroom was at once in darkness. The officer sprang at her, and, catchingher by the skirt, held on.
"Why are you in darkness?" asked the sheriff, as he entered.
"Shut the door," cried Halliwell. "Put your back to it."
"Don't tell me the woman has escaped?"
"I have her, I have her! She capsized the lamp, the little jade. Shutthe door."
Still keeping firm hold of her, as he thought, the captain relit thelamp with his other hand. It showed an extraordinary scene. The doorwas shut, and the sheriff was guarding it. Halliwell was clutching thecloth of the bailie's seat. There was no Egyptian.
A moment passed before either man found his tongue.
"Open the door. After her!" cried Halliwell.
But the door would not open. The Egyptian had fled and locked itbehind her.
What the two men said to each other, it would not be fitting to tell.When Davidson, who had been gossiping at the corner of the town-house,released his captain and the sheriff, the gypsy had been gone for someminutes.
"But she shan't escape us," Riach cried, and hastened out to assist inthe pursuit.
Halliwell was in such a furious temper that he called up Davidson andadmonished him for neglect of duty.