Excepting the case of supper,which could be easily provided,the landlord had no choice but to disappoint both his guests.In his small way of business,none of his customers wanted to hire a carriage--even if he could have afforded to keep one.As for beds,the few rooms which the inn contained were all engaged;including even the room occupied by himself and his wife.An exhibition of agricultural implements had been opened in the neighborhood,only two days since;and a public competition between rival machines was to be decided on the coming Monday.
Not only was the Hand-in-Hand inn crowded,but even the accommodation offered by the nearest town had proved barely sufficient to meet the public demand.
The gentlemen looked at each other and agreed that there was no help for it but to hurry the supper,and walk to the railway station--a distance of between five and six miles--in time to catch the last train.
While the meal was being prepared,the rain held off for a while.
The dark man asked his way to the post-office and went out by himself.
He came back in about ten minutes,and sat down afterward to supper with his companion.Neither the landlord,nor any other person in the public room,noticed any change in him on his return.He was a grave,quiet sort of person,and (unlike the other one)not much of a talker.
As the darkness came on,the rain fell again heavily;and the heavens were black.
A flash of lightning startled the gentlemen when they went to the window to look out:the thunderstorm began.It was simply impossible that two strangers to the neighborhood could find their way to the station,through storm and darkness,in time to catch the train.With or without bedrooms,they must remain at the inn for the night.Having already given up their own room to their lodgers,the landlord and landlady had no other place to sleep in than the kitchen.Next to the kitchen,and communicating with it by a door,was an outhouse;used,partly as a scullery,partly as a lumber-room.There was an old truckle-bed among the lumber,on which one of the gentlemen might rest.A mattress on the floor could be provided for the other.After adding a table and a basin,for the purposes of the toilet,the accommodation which Mr.Rook was able to offer came to an end.
The travelers agreed to occupy this makeshift bed-chamber.
The thunderstorm passed away;but the rain continued to fall heavily.Soon after eleven the guests at the inn retired for the night.There was some little discussion between the two travelers,as to which of them should take possession of the truckle-bed.It was put an end to by the fair gentleman,in his own pleasant way.He proposed to "toss up for it"--and he lost.
The dark gentleman went to bed first;the fair gentleman followed,after waiting a while.Mr.Rook took his knapsack into the outhouse;and arranged on the table his appliances for the toilet--contained in a leather roll,and including a razor--ready for use in the morning.
Having previously barred the second door of the outhouse,which led into the yard,Mr.Rook fastened the other door,the lock and bolts of which were on the side of the kitchen.He then secured the house door,and the shutters over the lower windows.
Returning to the kitchen,he noticed that the time was ten minutes short of midnight.Soon afterward,he and his wife went to bed.
Nothing happened to disturb Mr.and Mrs.Rook during the night.
At a quarter to seven the next morning,he got up;his wife being still asleep.He had been instructed to wake the gentlemen early;and he knocked at their door.Receiving no answer,after repeatedly knocking,he opened the door and stepped into the outhouse.
At this point in his evidence,the witness's recollections appeared to overpow er him."Give me a moment,gentlemen,"he said to the jury."I have had a dreadful fright;and I don't believe I shall get over it for the rest of my life."The coroner helped him by a question:"What did you see when you opened the door?"Mr.Rook answered:"I saw the dark man stretched out on his bed--dead,with a frightful wound in his throat.I saw an open razor,stained with smears of blood,at his side.""Did you notice the door,leading into the yard?""It was wide open,sir.When I was able to look round me,the other traveler--I mean the man with the fair complexion,who carried the knapsack--was nowhere to be seen.""What did you do,after ****** these discoveries?""I closed the yard door.Then I locked the other door,and put the key in my pocket.After that I roused the servant,and sent him to the constable--who lived near to us--while I ran for the doctor,whose house was at the other end of our village.The doctor sent his groom,on horseback,to the police-office in the town.When I returned to the inn,the constable was there--and he and the police took the matter into their own hands.""You have nothing more to tell us?"
"Nothing more."
