“I beg your pardon, ma’am.  I beg your pardon, sir.”

The tone and manner in which he makes his apologies are both above his apparent station in life.  I begin to catch the infection of Mrs. Fairbank’s interest in this man.  We both follow him out into the yard to see what he will do with the horses.  The manner in which he lifts the injured leg of the lame horse tells me at once that he understands his business.  Quickly and quietly, he leads the animal into an empty stable; quickly and quietly, he gets a bucket of hot water, and puts the lame horse’s leg into it.  “The warm water will reduce the swelling, sir.  I will bandage the leg afterwards.”  All that he does is done intelligently; all that he says, he says to the purpose.

Nothing wild, nothing strange about him now.  Is this the same man whom we heard talking in his sleep?—­the same man who woke with that cry of terror and that horrid suspicion in his eyes?  I determine to try him with one or two questions.

III

“Not much to do here,” I say to the hostler.

“Very little to do, sir,” the hostler replies.

“Anybody staying in the house?”

“The house is quite empty, sir.”

“I thought you were all dead.  I could make nobody hear me.”

“The landlord is very deaf, sir, and the waiter is out on an errand.”

“Yes; and you were fast asleep in the stable.  Do you often take a nap in the daytime?”

The worn face of the hostler faintly flushes.  His eyes look away from my eyes for the first time.  Mrs. Fairbank furtively pinches my arm.  Are we on the eve of a discovery at last?  I repeat my question.  The man has no civil alternative but to give me an answer.  The answer is given in these words: 

“I was tired out, sir.  You wouldn’t have found me asleep in the daytime but for that.”

“Tired out, eh?  You had been hard at work, I suppose?”

“No, sir.”

“What was it, then?”

He hesitates again, and answers unwillingly, “I was up all night.”

“Up all night?  Anything going on in the town?”

“Nothing going on, sir.”

“Anybody ill?”

“Nobody ill, sir.”

That reply is the last.  Try as I may, I can extract nothing more from him.  He turns away and busies himself in attending to the horse’s leg.  I leave the stable to speak to the landlord about the carriage which is to take us back to Farleigh Hall.  Mrs. Fairbank remains with the hostler, and favors me with a look at parting.  The look says plainly, “I mean to find out why he was up all night.  Leave him to Me.”