ink of it!--all
through that storm, too!"--had told upon him. His cheeks were hollow,
and his eyes sunken, and he looked very weary--"and, man doux, no
wonder, after eighteen days on L'Etat!"--though their friendly shouts
had put a touch of colour in his face and a spark in his eyes for the
moment.
"Now, away home, all of you!" ordered the Senechal. "We've all had
enough to think about for one day. To-morrow we will see what is to be
done."
"Too much!" croaked one old crone, who had something of a reputation
among her neighbours. "What I want to know is--who killed Peter Mauger?"
And that was the question that occupied most minds in Sark that night.
CHAPTER XXXVII
HOW THEY LAID TRAPS FOR THE DEVIL
The Doctor insisted on taking care of Gard. He took him into his own
house at Dixcart, and began at once a course of treatment based on
common-sense and the then most scientific attainment, and calculated to
repair the waste of the Rock and build him up anew in the shortest time
compatible with an efficient and permanent cure.
Even when Gard felt quite himself again and would have returned to his
work, the genial autocrat would not hear of it.
"Just you stop here, my boy," he ordered. "An experience such as you
have had needs some getting over. You can stand a good rest and some
fattening up, and those ---- mines must wait."
Meanwhile, the Island was in a smoulder of suspicion and superstition.
No one had yet ventured openly to point the finger at any reasonably
possible doer of deeds so dark. Behind carefully closed doors of a
night, indeed, here and there a whisper suggested that the Frenchwoman
might be at the bottom of it all. But the mistake that had already been
made, and the consequences that came so terribly near to completing it
beyond repair, made them all cautious of open speech or action.
Gard's story explained the mystery of the dead stranger and relieved the
public mind to that extent.
The Senechal was disposed to agree with his views on the matter.
"I never heard of those caves on L'Etat," he said musingly, as they sat
over their pipes one night; "and I'm sure no one else knew of them. But
there was much free-trading round here in the old times, and I've no
doubt many a Customs man disappeared and was never heard of again, just
like this one. All the Islands felt very sore about the new regulations,
and our people stick at nothing when their blood is up."
"They do not," sai
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