The Argosy — page 186: what you’re looking at

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170 The Master of Greylands. visit to:'the place that very night, to look out for anything there might be to see. Anthony inquired whether he was extensively troubled by smugglers, and the superintendent said No, considering that the coast lay so convenient for Holland and other suspicious countries. They all went out together. It was twelve o'clock. Mr. Nettleby’s road lay to the. left; theirs to the right. However, they turned to accompany him a short distance, seduced to it by the beauty of the night. ‘In for a*penny, in for a pound,” thought John Bent. ‘‘ The missis can’t go on more if I stay out for another hour than she’ll go on now.” But they did not walk far: just to the top of the hill, and a short way beyond it. They then wished the officer good-night, and turned back again. The Friar’s Keep looked ghostly enough in the moonlight. Anthony Castlemaine glanced up at its roof, dilapidated in places, at its dark casement windows. ‘Let us watch a minute,” said he, jestingly, ‘perhaps the Grey Monk will appear.” John Bent smiled a grim smile. They had passed the entrance to Chapel Lane, and were standing within the thick privet hedge and the grove of trees which overshadowed it. Not that the trees gave much shadow at that season, for their branches were bare. “Tell me again the legend of the Grey Monk,” said Anthony. “I partly forget it.” John Bent proceeded to do as he was bid. But he had scarcely begun the narrative when the sound of approaching footsteps struck on their ears, and his voice involuntanly died away into silence. At the first moment, they thought the superintendent was returning. But no. The footsteps came from Chapel Lane. They drew more closely within the cover of the hedge, and waited. A gentleman, walking fast and firmly, emerged from the lane, crossed the road, passed in at the gate of the chapel ruins, and thence to the Friar’s Keep. Very much to the astonishment of John Bent, and somewhat to that of Anthony, they recognized Mr. Castlemaine. ‘‘ He is going in to take a look at the sea by moonlight,” whispered Anthony. “I'll go after him. I will, And we'll have it out under the moonbeams.” . Before John Bent could stop him—and, as the landlord said later, an impulse prompted him to attempt it—the young man was off like a shot, entered the gate in the wake of his uncle, and disappeared amid the cloisters of the Friars Keep. The Master of Greylands must have emerged safely enough from those ghostly cloisters, since he was abroad, and well, the next day as usual: but the ill-fated Anthony Castlemaine was never again seen in this life. ECoOMmicloooks (CO) mn —_)