He approached the group slowly, but with composure; but he was
decidedly pale, and the eyes of Brain and Fisher had already taken in one
detail of the green-clad figure more clearly than all the rest. The horn still
swung from his baldrick, but the sword was gone.
Rather to the surprise of the company, Brain did not follow up the question
thus suggested; but, while retaining an air of leading the inquiry, had also an
appearance of changing the subject.
"Now we're all assembled," he observed, quietly, "there is a question I
want to ask to begin with. Did anybody here actually see Lord Bulmer this
morning?"
Leonard Crane turned his pale face round the circle of faces till he came to
Juliet's; then he compressed his lips a little and said:
"Yes, I saw him."
"Was he alive and well?" asked Brain, quickly. "How was he dressed?"
"He appeared exceedingly well," replied Crane, with a curious intonation.
"He was dressed as he was yesterday, in that purple costume copied from the
portrait of his ancestor in the sixteenth century. He had his skates in his hand."
"And his sword at his side, I suppose," added the questioner. "Where is
your own sword, Mr. Crane?"
"I threw it away."In the singular silence that ensued, the train of thought in many minds
became involuntarily a series of colored pictures.
They had grown used to their fanciful garments looking more gay and
gorgeous against the dark gray and streaky silver of the forest, so that the
moving figures glowed like stained-glass saints walking. The effect had been
more fitting because so many of them had idly parodied pontifical or monastic
dress. But the most arresting attitude that remained in their memories had been
anything but merely monastic; that of the moment when the figure in bright
green and the other in vivid violet had for a moment made a silver cross of
their crossing swords. Even when it was a jest it had been something of a
drama; and it was a strange and sinister thought that in the gray daybreak the
same figures in the same posture might have been repeated as a tragedy.
"Did you quarrel with him?" asked Brain, suddenly.
"Yes," replied the immovable man in green. "Or he quarreled with me.""Why did he quarrel with you?" asked the investigator; and Leonard
Crane made no reply.