The Enchanted Castle by E. Nesbit (online e book reading .TXT) 📕

face with the odd little man who had a beard like a goat and had taken the wrong turning yesterday.

“This part of the castle is private,” said Mabel, with great presence of mind, and shut the door behind her.

“I am aware of it,” said the goat-faced stranger, “but I have the permission of the Earl of Yalding to examine the house at my leisure.”

“Oh!” said Mabel. “I beg your pardon. We all do. We didn’t know.”

“You are relatives of his lordship, I should surmise?” asked the goat-faced.

“Not exactly,” said Gerald. “Friends.”

The gentleman was thin and very neatly dressed; he had small, merry eyes and a face that was brown and dry-looking.

“You are playing some game, I should suppose?”

“No, sir,” said Gerald, “only exploring.”

“May a stranger propose himself as a member of your Exploring Expedition?” asked the gentleman, smiling a tight but kind smile.

The children looked at each other.

“You see,” said Gerald, “it’s rather difficult to explain⁠—but⁠—you see what I mean, don’t you?”

“He means,” said Jimmy, “that we can’t take you into an exploring party without we know what you want to go for.”

“Are you a photographer?” asked Mabel, “or is it some newspaper’s sent you to write about the Towers?”

“I understand your position,” said the gentleman. “I am not a photographer, nor am I engaged by any journal. I am a man of independent means, travelling in this country with the intention of renting a residence. My name is Jefferson D. Conway.”

“Oh!” said Mabel; “then you’re the American millionaire.”

“I do not like the description, young lady,” said Mr. Jefferson D. Conway. “I am an American citizen, and I am not without means. This is a fine property⁠—a very fine property. If it were for sale⁠—”

“It isn’t, it can’t be,” Mabel hastened to explain. “The lawyers have put it in a tale, so Lord Yalding can’t sell it. But you could take it to live in, and pay Lord Yalding a good millionairish rent, and then he could marry the French governess⁠—”

“Shish!” said Kathleen and Mr. Jefferson D. Conway together, and he added: “Lead the way, please; and I should suggest that the exploration be complete and exhaustive.”

Thus encouraged, Mabel led the millionaire through all the castle. He seemed pleased, yet disappointed too.

“It is a fine mansion,” he said at last when they had come back to the point from which they had started; “but I should suppose, in a house this size, there would mostly be a secret stairway, or a priest’s hiding place, or a ghost?”

“There are,” said Mabel briefly, “but I thought Americans didn’t believe in anything but machinery and newspapers.” She touched the spring of the panel behind her, and displayed the little tottery staircase to the American. The sight of it worked a wonderful transformation in him. He became eager, alert, very keen.

“Say!” he cried, over and over again, standing in the door that led from the powdering-room to the state bedchamber. “But this is great⁠—great!”

The hopes of everyone ran high. It seemed almost certain that the castle would be let for a millionairish rent and Lord Yalding be made affluent to the point of marriage.

“If there were a ghost located in this ancestral pile, I’d close with the Earl of Yalding today, now, on the nail,” Mr. Jefferson D. Conway went on.

“If you were to stay till tomorrow, and sleep in this room, I expect you’d see the ghost,” said Mabel.

“There is a ghost located here then?” he said joyously.

“They say,” Mabel answered, “that old Sir Rupert, who lost his head in Henry the Eighth’s time, walks of a night here, with his head under his arm. But we’ve not seen that. What we have seen is the lady in a pink dress with diamonds in her hair. She carries a lighted taper,” Mabel hastily added. The others, now suddenly aware of Mabel’s plan, hastened to assure the American in accents of earnest truth that they had all seen the lady with the pink gown.

He looked at them with half-closed eyes that twinkled.

“Well,” he said, “I calculate to ask the Earl of Yalding to permit me to pass a night in his ancestral best bedchamber. And if I hear so much as a phantom footstep, or hear so much as a ghostly sigh, I’ll take the place.”

“I am glad!” said Cathy.

“You appear to be very certain of your ghost,” said the American, still fixing them with little eyes that shone. “Let me tell you, young gentlemen, that I carry a gun, and when I see a ghost, I shoot.”

He pulled a pistol out of his hip-pocket, and looked at it lovingly.

“And I am a fair average shot,” he went on, walking across the shiny floor of the state bedchamber to the open window. “See that big red rose, like a tea-saucer?”

They saw.

The next moment a loud report broke the stillness, and the red petals of the shattered rose strewed balustrade and terrace.

The American looked from one child to another. Every face was perfectly white.

“Jefferson D. Conway made his little pile by strict attention to business, and keeping his eyes skinned,” he added. “Thank you for all your kindness.”

“Suppose you’d done it, and he’d shot you!” said Jimmy cheerfully. “That would have been an adventure, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m going to do it still,” said Mabel, pale and defiant. “Let’s find Lord Yalding and get the ring back.”

Lord Yalding had had an interview with Mabel’s aunt, and lunch for six was laid in the great dark hall, among the armour and the oak furniture⁠—a beautiful lunch served on silver dishes. Mademoiselle, becoming every moment younger and more like a Princess, was moved to tears when Gerald rose, lemonade-glass in hand, and proposed the health of “Lord and Lady Yalding.”

When Lord Yalding had returned thanks in a speech full of agreeable jokes the moment seemed to Gerald propitious, and he said:

“The ring, you know⁠—you don’t believe in it, but we do. May we have it back?”

And got it.

Then, after a hasty council, held in the panelled jewel-room,