CHAPTER XXXI.  The Priest goes into Corbet’s House very like a Thief

—­a Sederunt, with a Bright look up for Mr. Gray.

It is unnecessary to say that the priest experienced slight regret at the mistake which had been instrumental in bringing him into collision with a man, who, although he could not afford them any trace of unfortunate Fenton, yet enabled them more clearly to identify the baronet with his fate.  The stranger, besides, was satisfied from the evidence of the pound note, and Trailcudgel’s robbery, that his recent disappearance was also owing to the same influence.  Still, the evidence was far from being complete, and they knew that if Fenton even were found, it would be necessary to establish his identity as the heir of Sir Edward Gourlay.  No doubt they had made a step in advance, and, besides, in the right direction; but much still remained to be done; the plot, in fact, must be gradually, but clearly, and regularly developed; and in order to do so, they felt that they ought, if the thing could be managed, to win over some person who had been an agent in its execution.

From what Skipton had disclosed to Father M’Mahon, both that gentleman and the stranger had little doubt that old Corbet could render them the assistance required, if he could only be prevailed upon to speak.  It was evident from his own conversation that he not only hated but detested Sir Thomas Gourlay; and yet it was equally clear that some secret influence prevented him from admitting any knowledge or participation in the child’s disappearance.  Notwithstanding the sharp caution of his manner, and his disavowal of the very knowledge they were seeking, it was agreed upon that Father M’Mahon should see him again, and ascertain whether or not he could be induced in any way to aid their purpose.  Nearly a week elapsed, however, before the cunning old ferret could be come at.  The truth is, he had for many a long year been of opinion that the priest entertained a suspicion of his having been in some way engaged, either directly or indirectly, in the dark plots of the baronet, if not in the making away with the child.  On this account then, the old man never wished to come in the priest’s way whenever he could avoid it; and the priest himself had often remarked that whenever he (old Corbet), who lived with the baronet for a couple of years, after the child’s disappearance, happened to see or meet him in Ballytrain, he always made it a point to keep his distance.  In fact, the priest happened on one occasion, while making a visit to see Quin, the monomaniac, and waiting in the doctor’s room, to catch a glimpse of Corbet passing through the hall, and on inquiring who he was from one of the keepers, the fellow, after some hesitation, replied, that he did not know.

By this time, however, the mysterious loss of the child had long passed out of the public mind, and as the priest never paid another visit to the asylum, he also had ceased to think of it.  It is quite possible, indeed, that the circumstance would never again have recurred to him had not the stranger’s inquiries upon this very point reminded him that Corbet was the most likely person he knew to communicate information upon the subject.  The reader already knows with what success that application had been made.