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she　had　wished　it　to　be　said　that　she　was　not　at　home。　He　felt　it
his　serious　duty；　and　so　he　told　Mother。　'Don't　ask　me　to　tell　a
lie；　Mother；'　I　remember　his　saying。　'I　cannot　do　it。'〃

〃Like　George　Washington；〃　said　Mary；　suddenly　catching　the　last
words　of　Miss　Jones's　sentence。

〃He　was　like　many　famous　characters　in　history；　I　used　to　think。
Once　I　remember　reading　about　Oliver　Cromwell。　。　。　〃Where　is　that
dog？　Hamlet！　Hamlet！　Perhaps　he's　gone　after　the　sheep。　Ah！　there　he
is！　Hamlet；　you　naughty　dog！〃

They　were　approaching　one　of　their　favourite　pieces　of　country
Mellot　Wood。　Here；　on　the　wood's　edge；　the　ground　broke　away；
running　down　in　a　field　of　corn　to　a　little　green　valley　with
clustered　trees　that　showed　only　their　heads；　so　thickly　embedded
were　they；　and　beyond　the　valley　the　sea。　The　sea　looked　quite　close
here；　although　it　was　in　reality　four　miles　distant。　Never　was　such
a　place　as　this　view　for　light　and　shadow。　The　clouds　raced　like　the
black　wings　of　enormous　birds　across　the　light　green　valley；　and　the
red…gold　of　the　cornfield　was　tossed　into　the　haze　and　swept　like　a
golden　shadow　across　the　earth；　bending　back　again　when　the　breeze
had　died。　Behind　Mellot　Wood　was　Mellot　Farm；　an　old　eighteenth…
century　house　about　which　there　was　a　fine　tragic　story　with　a
murder　and　a　ghost　in　it；　and　this；　of　course；　gave　Mellot　Wood　an
additional　charm。　When　they　arrived　at　the　outskirts　of　Mellot　Wood
Mary　looked　about　her。　It　was　here；　on　the　edge　of　the　Rafiel　Road
that　skirted　the　wood；　that　she　had　once　seen　the　dog…man　eating　his
luncheon　out　of　a　red　pocket…handkerchief。　There　was　no　sign　of　him
to…day。　All　was　silent　and　still。　Only　the　little　wood　uttered
little　sighs　of　content　beneath　the　flying　clouds。　Hamlet；　tired
with　his　racing　after　imaginary　rabbits；　walked　quietly　along　by
Mary's　side。　What　was　she　to　do？　She　had　once　again　the　desperate
feeling　that　something　stronger　than　she　had　swept　down　upon　her　and
was　forcing　her　to　do　this　thing。　She　seemed　to　have　no　will　of　her
own；　but　to　be　watching　some　other　commit　an　act　whose　dangerous
wickedness　froze　her　heart。　How　could　she？　But　she　must。　Someone　was
doing　it　for　her。

And　in　very　truth　it　seemed　so。　Miss　Jones　said　that　now　they　were
here　she　might　as　well　call　upon　Miss　Andrews；　the　sister　of　the
Mellot　farmer。　Miss　Andrews　had　promised　her　some　ducks'　eggs。　They
pushed　open　the　farm　gate；　passed　across　the　yard　and　knocked　on　the
house　door。　Near　Mary　was　a　large　barn　with　a　heavy　door；　now　ajar。
Hamlet　sat　gazing　pensively　at　a　flock　of　geese；　his　tongue　out；
panting　contentedly。

〃Wait　here　one　minute；　Mary；〃　said　Miss　Jones。　〃I　won't　stay。〃

Miss　Jones　disappeared。　Mary；　still　under　the　strange　sense　that　it
was　not　she；　but　another；　who　did　these　things；　moved　back　to　the
barn；　calling　softly　to　Hamlet。　He　followed　her；　sniffing　a　rat
somewhere。　Very　quickly　she　pulled　back　the　door；　he；　still
investigating　his　rat；　followed　into　the　dark　excitements　of　the
barn。　With　a　quick　movement　she　bent　down；　slipped　off　his　collar；
which　she　hid　in　her　dress；　then　shut　him　in。　She　knew　that　for　a
moment　or　two　he　would　still　be　pursuing　his　rat；　and　she　saw；　with
guilty　relief；　Miss　Jones　come　out　to　her　just　as　she　had　finished
her　evil　deed。

〃Miss　Andrews　is　out；〃　said　Miss　Jones。　〃They　are　all　away　at
Liskane　Fair。〃

They　left　the　farm　and　walked　down　the　road。　Hamlet　had　not　begun
his　cry。




IV


Miss　Jones　was　pleased。　〃Such　a　nice　servant；〃　she　said。　〃One　of　the
old　kind。　She　had　been　with　the　family　fifty　years；　she　told　me；　and
had　nursed　Mr。　Andrews　on　her　knee。　Fancy！　Such　a　large　fat　man　as
he　is　now。　Too　much　beer；　I　suppose。　I　suppose　they　get　so　thirsty
with　all　the　straw　and　hay　about。　Yes；　a　really　nice　woman。　She　told
me　that　there　was　no　place　in　Glebeshire　to　touch　them　for　cream。　I
dare　say　they're　right。　After　all；　you　never　can　tell。　I　remember　at
home　。　。　。〃

She　broke　off　then　and　cried：　〃Where's　Hamlet？〃

Mary；　wickeder　than　ever；　stared　through　her　spectacles　down　the
road。　〃I　don't　know；　Miss　Jones；〃　she　said。　They　had　left　the　wood
and　the　farm；　and　there　was　nothing　to　be　seen　but　the　long　white
ribbon　of　road　hemmed　in　by　the　high　hedges。

〃Perhaps　he　stayed　behind　at　the　farm；〃　said　Miss　Jones。

Then　Mary　told　her　worst　lie。

〃Oh；　no；　Miss　Jones。　He　ran　past　us　just　now。　Didn't　you　see　him？〃

〃No；　I　didn't。　He's　gone　on　ahead；　I　suppose。　He　runs　home
sometimes。　Naughty　dog！　We　shall　catch　him　up。〃

But　of　course　they　did　not。　They　passed　through　the　gates　of　Cow
Farm　and　still　nothing　of　Hamlet　was　to　be　seen。

〃Oh　dear！　Oh　dear！〃　said　Miss　Jones。　〃I　do　hope　that　he's　arrived。
Whatever　will　Jeremy　say　if　anything　has　gone　wrong？〃

Mary　was　breathing　hard　now；　as　though　she　had　been　running　a
desperate　race。　She　would　at　this　moment　have　given　all　that　she
possessed；　or　all　that　she　was　ever　likely　to　possess；　to　recall　her
deed。　If　she　could　have　seen　Hamlet　rushing　down　the　road　towards
her　she　would　have　cried　with　relief；　there　seemed　now　to　be
suddenly　removed　from　her　that　outside　agency　that　had　forced　her　to
do　this　thing；　now；　having　compelled　her；　it　had　withdrawn　and　left
her　to　carry　the　consequences。　Strangely　confused　in　her　sentimental
soul　was　her　terror　of　Jeremy's　wrath　and　her　own　picture　of　the
wretched　Hamlet　barking　his　heart　out；　frightened；　thirsty；　and
lonely。　Her　teeth　began　to　chatter；　she　clenched　her　hands　together。

Miss　Jones　went　across　the　courtyard；　calling：

〃Hamlet！　Hamlet！〃

The　family　was　collected；　having　just　sat　down　to　tea；　so　that　the
announcement　received　its　full　measure　of　excitement。

〃Has　Hamlet　come　back？　We　thought　he　was　ahead　of　us。〃

A　chair　had　tumbled　over。　Jeremy　had　run　round　the　table　to　Miss
Jones。

〃What's　that？　Hamlet？　Where　is　he？〃

〃We　thought　he　must　be　ahead　of　us。　He　ran　past　us　down　the　road；
and　we　thought〃

They　thought！　Silly　women！　Jeremy；　as　though　he　were　challenging　a
god；　stood　up　against　Miss　Jones；　hurling　questions　at　her。　Where
had　they　been？　What　road　had　they　taken？　Had　they　gone　into　the
wood？　Whereabouts　had　he　run　past　them？

〃I　don't　know；〃　said　Miss　Jones　to　this　last。　〃I　didn't　see　him。
Mary　did。〃

Jeremy　turned　upon　Mary。　〃Where　was　it　you　saw　him？〃

She　couldn't　speak。　Her　tongue　wouldn't　move；　her　lips　wouldn't
open；　she　could　but　waggle　her　head　like　an　idiot。　She　saw　nothing
but　his　face。　It　was　a　desperate　face。　She　knew　so　much　better　than
all　the　others　what　the　thought　of　losing　Hamlet　was　to　him。　It　was
part　of　the　harshness　of　her　fate　that　she　should　understand　him　so
much　better　than　the　others　did。

But　she　herself　had　not　realised　how　hardly　he　would　take　it。

〃I　didn'tI　couldn't〃

〃There's　the　dog…man；〃　he　stammered。　〃He'll　have　stolen　him。〃　Then
he　was　off　out　of　the　room　in　an　instant。

And　that　was　more　than　Mary　could　hear。　She　realised；　even　as　she
followed　him；　that　she　was　giving　her　whole　case　away；　that　she　was
now；　as　always；　weak　when　she　should　be　strong；　soft　when　she　should
be　hard；　good　when　she　should　be　wicked；　wicked　when　she　should　be
good。　She　could　not　help　herself。　With　trembling　limbs　and　a　heart
that　seemed　to　be　hammering　her　body　into　pieces　she　followed　him
out。　She　found　him　in　the　hall；　tugging　at　his　coat。

〃Where　are　you　going？〃　she　said　weakly。

〃Going？〃　he　answered　fiercely。　〃Where　do　you　think？〃　He　glared　at
her。　〃Just　like　you。〃　He　broke　off；　suddenly　appealing　to　her。
〃Mary；　CAN'T　you　remember？　It　will　be　getting　dark　soon；　and　if　we
have　to　wait　until　to…morrow　the　dog…man　will　have　got　him。　At　any
rate；　he　had　his　collar〃

Then　Mary　broke　out。　She　burst　into　sobs；　pushed　her　hand　into　her
dress；　and　held　out　the　collar　to　him。

〃There　it　is！　There　it　is！〃　she　said　hysterically。

〃You've　got　it？〃　He　stared　at　her；　suspicion　slowly　coming　to　him。
〃But　how？　What　have　you　done？〃

She　looked　up　at　him　wild…eyed；　the　tears　making　dirty　lines　on　her
face；　her　hand　out　towards　him。

〃I　took　it　off。　I　shut　Hamlet　into　the　barn　at　Mellot　Farm。　I　wanted
him　to　be　lost。　I　didn't　want　you　to　have　him。　I　hated　himalways
being　with　you；　and　me　never。〃

Jeremy　moved　back；　and　at　the　sudden　look　in　his　eyes　her　sobbing
ceased；　she　caught　her　breath　and　stared　at　him　with　a　silly　fixed
stare　as　a　rabbit　quivers　before　a　snake。

Jeremy　said　in　his　ordinary　voice：

〃You　shut　Hamlet　up？　You　didn't　want　him　to　be　found？〃

She　nodded　her　head　several　times　as　though　now　she　must　convince
him　quickly　of　this

〃Yes；　yes；　yes。　I　did。　。　。　I　know　I　shouldn't；　but　I　couldn't　help
it〃

He　clutched　her　arm；　and　then　shook　her　with　a　sudden　wave　of　fierce
physical　anger　that　was　utterly　unlike　him；　and；　therefore；　the　more
terrifying。

〃You　wicked；　wickedYou　beast；　Mary！〃

She　could　only　sob；　her　head　hanging　down。　He　let　her　go。

〃What　barn　was　it？〃

She　described　the　place。

He　gave　her　another　look　of　contempt　and　then　rushed　off；　running
across　the　courtyard。

There　was　still　no　one　in　the　hall；　she　could　go　up　to　her　room
without　the　fear　of　being　disturbed。　She　found　the　room；　all　white
and　black　now　with　the　gathering　dusk。　Beyond　the　window　the　evening
breeze　was　rustling　in　the　dark　trees　of　the　garden　and　the　boom　of
the　sea　could　be　heard　faintly。　Mary　sat；　where　she　always　sat　when
she　was　unhappy；　inside　the　wardrobe　with　her　head　amongst　the
clothes。　They　in　some　way　comforted　her；　she　was　not　so　lonely　with
them；　nor　did　she　feel　so　strongly　the　empty　distances　of　the　long
room；　the　white　light　of　the　window…frames；　nor　the　mysterious
secrecy　of　the　high　elms　knocking　their　heads　together　in　the　garden
outside。

She　had　a　fit　of　hysterical　crying；　biting　the　hanging　clothes
between　her　teeth；　feeling　suddenly　sick　and　tired　and　exhausted；
with　flaming　eyes　and　a　dry；　parched　throat。　Why　had　she　ever　done
such　a　thing；　she　loving　Jeremy　as　she　did？　Would　he　ever　forgive
her？　No；　never；　she　saw　that　in　his　face。　Perhaps　he　wouldif　he
found　Hamlet　quickly　and　came　back。　Perhaps　Hamlet　never　would　be
found。　Then　Jeremy's　heart　would　be　broken。

She　slept　from　utter　exhaustion