you talk to me like that, not if you do call yourself a young gentleman. And I'll learn you to know that a woman of my age is not going to be called a cheat by a young lad like you. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, that's what you ought to be, standing there disgracing of yourself."
The Ogre held up his hand, as if to play the part of peacemaker.
"Gently, cook, gently. You leave it to me and I will see that you have what is due to you. We must remember how ignorant these young people are of their position, and try to make allowances. Though I grant that under the circumstances it's a little difficult." He put his hands into his trouser pockets, tilted back the chair on which he was seated, and considered the ceiling. "What I intend to do is this. At Miss Molly's request I have, reluctantly, incurred certain liabilities and assumed certain responsibilities. To know exactly what those responsibilities are it is necessary that I should examine thoroughly the condition of affairs. When I have done so-it cannot, I am sorry to say, be done in a moment-I will lay the results before the more responsible members of the family-if there are any such-and without waiting for the thanks which I possibly shall not receive I will at once withdraw."
Such a prospect did not commend itself to me at all. That we were already being cheated all round I was sure. That we ran a great risk of being cheated to a much more serious extent if the Ogre was allowed to do as he suggested I felt equally convinced. And in any case I did not want his interference in our private affairs. It was dreadful to think of him peering and prying into mother's secrets, into the things which she held sacred. The way he was behaving now showed how much we could trust him and what use he would make of any knowledge he might acquire. Instead of being our friend he would be our bitterest enemy. And yet I did not see how we were going to get rid of him without a desperate struggle-of which, after all, we might get the worst.
But I was not going to let him see that I was afraid of him.
"Where is the money which was in mother's desk?"
"Money? What money?"
"Mother always kept a large sum of money in her desk. You have had access to her desk, though you'd no right to touch it. How much was there? and where is it now?"
"I've seen no money."
"Why, it is with mother's money that you have been paying for everything."
"I wish it had been. I've been paying for every blessed thing out of my own pocket."
"That's a lie!" shouted Dick. "I know there was money in her desk."
"Look here, my lad-if you'll excuse my calling you my lad-the next time you speak to me like that I'll make you smart for it. Now, don't you expect another warning."
"That's right," cried cook. "You give him a good sound thrashing, Mr Miller. He wants it. Accusing everyone of robbing him, when it's him who's trying to rob everybody!"
The Ogre brought down his clenched fist heavily on the table.
"Listen to me, you children. For all you know, and for all I know, you're nothing but a lot of paupers; and if you don't want to find yourself inside a workhouse you'll leave it to me to make the best of things. So now you've got it."
We had got it. I saw Dick's cheeks blanch. I was conscious that my own went pale. If the awful thing at which he hinted was true, then things were miles worse than I had ever supposed. But was it true? And how, with him sitting there, were we going to look for proof of either its truth or falsehood?
Just as I was beginning to fear that I should make a goose of myself and cry, I heard someone come up the front doorsteps and ask, -
"Is Miss Boyes at home? Miss Molly Boyes?"
I rushed out into the hall. There, standing at the hall door, which was wide open, was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was very tall and sunburned. He had his cap in his hand, so that you could see that he had short curly hair. And his moustache was just beginning to come. I wondered if he was a harbinger of more trouble. He did not look as if he was; but he might be.
"I am Molly Boyes."
"My name is Sanford. I am afraid I ought to apologise for my intrusion, but I am a cousin of Hetty Travers, who tells me you are a friend of hers. I am staying a few miles from here, and she has written to say that she is afraid you are in trouble, and to ask me to run over and see if I can be of assistance."
Hetty's cousin! That did not sound like trouble. How sweet of her to think of me, and to send that great strong man! She might have guessed what was happening to us-the dear!
"I am in trouble. I have lost my mother. And now, there is Mr Miller."
"Mr Miller? Who is he?"
The children had already trooped into the hall. Then Dick appeared. I introduced him.
"This is my brother Dick. Dick, this is Mr Sanford, a cousin of Hetty Travers. You have heard me speak of Hetty. Mr Sanford has come to know if he can be of any assistance to us."
"If you really would like to do something to help us-"
There Dick stopped, as if in doubt.
"I should," said Mr Sanford.
I rather fancied from the way he smiled that he had taken a liking to Dick upon the spot. I did so hope he had.
"Then perhaps you'll lend me a hand in chucking this man Miller through the window. He's almost a size too large for me. Come inside here."
We all trooped back into the morning-room, Mr Sanford and Dick in front. Dick pointed to the Ogre.
"You see that individual. His name's Miller. He's taken possession of the place as though it belongs to him; he's made free with my mother's property and papers; and when I ask him to leave the house he talks about treating me to a good sound thrashing."
"He does, does he? Is he a relation of yours?"
"Relation! He's not even an acquaintance. He came here uninvited when my mother lay dead, took advantage of the state of mind we were in to gain a footing in the house, and now we can't get rid of him."
Mr Sanford turned to me.
"Is it your wish, Miss Boyes, that this person should leave the house?"
"It is very much my wish. He knows it is."
"You hear, sir. I hope it is not necessary to emphasise the wish which Miss Boyes has expressed so clearly."
Cook struck in.
"A pretty way of talking, upon my word. Perhaps, my fine gentleman, while you are putting your nose into other people's business you'll see that our wages are paid. Mr Miller's only trying to save us from being robbed, that's all he's doing. Three months' wages there is due to each of us servants, and over."
Mr Sanford paid no heed at all to cook. He continued to eye the Ogre.
"Well, sir?"
"Well, sir, to you."
"You heard what I said?"
"I did. And if you are wise you'll hear what I say, and not interfere in what is absolutely no concern of yours."
"Nothing in this house is any concern of yours," burst out Dick. "And well you know it!"
"Who's dog is this?" asked Mr Sanford.
The Ogre's dog-a horrid, savage-looking creature-was sniffing at Mr Sanford's ankles, showing his teeth and growling in a way that was anything but friendly. Its owner grinned, as if the animal's behaviour met with his approval.
"That's my dog. It objects to strangers-of a certain class."
Suddenly Mr Sanford stooped down, gripped the brute by the scruff of its neck and the root of its tail, swung it through the air and out of the window. Harris happened to be staring in at the time. The dog struck him as it passed. Over he went, and off tore the dog down the drive, yelping and howling as if it had had more than enough of our establishment. The Ogre sprang from his chair, and he used a very bad word.
"What do you mean by doing that?"
Harris, as he regained his feet, gave utterance to his woes.
"That's a nice thing