“I have but to speak,” said Gunn, regarding him with much satisfaction, “and you will hang, and your money go to the Crown.  What will become of her then, think you?”

The other laughed nervously.

“’Twould be stopping the golden eggs,” he ventured.

“Don’t think too much of that,” said Gunn, in a hard voice.  “I was never one to be baulked, as you know.”

“Come, come.  Let us be friends,” said Mullet; “the girl is young, and has had her way.”

He looked almost pleadingly at the other, and his voice trembled.  Gunn drew himself up, and regarding him with a satisfied sneer, quitted the room without a word.

Affairs at the “Golden Key” grew steadily worse and worse.  Gunn dominated the place, and his vile personality hung over it like a shadow.  Appeals to the innkeeper were in vain; his health was breaking fast, and he moodily declined to interfere.  Gunn appointed servants of his own choosing-brazen maids and foul-mouthed men.  The old patrons ceased to frequent the “Golden Key,” and its bedrooms stood empty.  The maids scarcely deigned to take an order from Joan, and the men spoke to her familiarly.  In the midst of all this the innkeeper, who had complained once or twice of vertigo, was seized with a fit.

Joan, flying to him for protection against the brutal advances of Gunn, found him lying in a heap behind the door of his small office, and in her fear called loudly for assistance.  A little knot of servants collected, and stood regarding him stupidly.  One made a brutal jest.  Gunn, pressing through the throng, turned the senseless body over with his foot, and cursing vilely, ordered them to carry it upstairs.

Until the surgeon came, Joan, kneeling by the bed, held on to the senseless hand as her only protection against the evil faces of Gunn and his proteges.  Gunn himself was taken aback, the innkeeper’s death at that time by no means suiting his aims.

The surgeon was a man of few words and fewer attainments, but under his ministrations the innkeeper, after a long interval, rallied.  The half-closed eyes opened, and he looked in a dazed fashion at his surroundings.  Gunn drove the servants away and questioned the man of medicine.  The answers were vague and interspersed with Latin.  Freedom from noise and troubles of all kinds was insisted upon and Joan was installed as nurse, with a promise of speedy assistance.

The assistance arrived late in the day in the shape of an elderly woman, whose Spartan treatment of her patients had helped many along the silent road.  She commenced her reign by punching the sick man’s pillows, and having shaken him into consciousness by this means, gave him a dose of physic, after first tasting it herself from the bottle.

After the first rally the innkeeper began to fail slowly.  It was seldom that he understood what was said to him, and pitiful to the beholder to see in his intervals of consciousness his timid anxiety to earn the good-will of the all-powerful Gunn.  His strength declined until assistance was needed to turn him in the bed, and his great sinewy hands were forever trembling and fidgeting on the coverlet.