That there was some powerful incentive he felt convinced, and he longed
for some conversation with the Bannerworths, or with Admiral Bell, in
order that he might state what had now taken place. That some one would
soon come to him, in order to bring fresh provisions for the day, he was
certain, and all he could do, in the interim, was, to listen to what the
hangman was about in the Hall. Not a sound, for a considerable time, disturbed the intense stillness of
the place; but, now, suddenly, Mr. Chillingworth thought he heard a
hammering, as if some one was at work in one of the rooms of the Hall. "What can be the meaning of that?" he said, and he was about to proceed
at once to the interior of the building, through the same window which
had enabled the hangman to gain admittance, when he heard his own name
pronounced by some one at the back of the garden fence, and upon casting
his eyes in that direction, he, to his great relief, saw the admiral and
Henry Bannerworth. "Come round to the gate," said the doctor. "I am more glad to see you
than I can tell you just now. Do not make more noise than you can help;
but, come round to the gate at once." They obeyed the injunction with alacrity, and when the doctor had
admitted them, the admiral said, eagerly,--

"You don't mean to tell us that he is here?" "No, no, not Varney; but he is not the only one who has taken a great
affection for Bannerworth Hall; you may have another tenant for it, and
I believe at any price you like to name." "Indeed!" "Hush! creep along close to the house, and then you will not be seen. There! do you hear that noise in the hall?" "Why it sounds," said the admiral, "like the ship's carpenter at work." "It does, indeed, sound like a carpenter; it's only the new tenant
making, I dare say, some repairs." "D--n his impudence!" "Why, it certainly does look like a very cool proceeding, I must admit." "Who, and what is he?" "Who he is now, I cannot tell you, but he was once the hangman of
London, at a time when I was practising in the metropolis, and so I
became acquainted with him. He knows Sir Francis Varney, and, if I
mistake not, has found out the cause of that mysterious personage's
great attachment to Bannerworth Hall, and has found the reasons so
cogent, that he has got up an affection for it himself." "To me," said Henry, "all this is as incomprehensible as anything can
possibly be. What on earth does it all mean?" "My dear Henry," said the doctor, "will you be ruled by me?" "I will be ruled by any one whom I know I can trust; for I am like a man
groping his way in the dark." "Then allow this gentleman who is carpentering away so pleasantly within
the house, to do so to his heart's content, but don't let him leave it. Show yourselves now in the garden, he has sufficient prudence to know
that three constitute rather fearful odds against one, and so he will be
careful, and remain where he is. If he should come out, we need not let
him go until we thoroughly ascertain what he has been about." "You shall command the squadron, doctor," said the admiral, "and have it
all your own way, you know, so here goes! Come along, Henry, and let's
show ourselves; we are both armed too!" They walked out into the centre of the garden, and they were soon
convinced that the hangman saw them, for a face appeared at the window,
and was as quickly withdrawn again. "There," said the doctor, "now he knows he is a prisoner, and we may as
well place ourselves in some position which commands a good view of the
house, as well as of the garden gate, and so see if we cannot starve him
out, though we may be starved out ourselves." "Not at all!" said Admiral Bell, producing from his ample pockets
various parcels,--"we came to bring you ample supplies." "Indeed!" "Yes; we have been as far as the ruins." "Oh, to release Marchdale. Charles told me how the villain had fallen
into the trap he had laid for him." "He has, indeed, fallen into the trap, and it's one he won't easily get
out of again. He's dead." "Dead!--dead!" "Yes; in the storm of last night the ruins have fallen, and he is by
this time as flat as a pancake." "Good God! and yet it is but a just retribution upon him. He would have
assassinated poor Charles Holland in the cruelest and most cold-blooded
manner, and, however we may shudder at the manner of his death, we
cannot regret it." "Except that he has escaped your friend the hangman," said the admiral. "Don't call him my friend, if you please," said Dr. Chillingworth, "but,
hark how he is working away, as if he really intended to carry the house
away piece by piece, as opportunity may serve, if you will not let it to
him altogether, just as it stands." "Confound him! he is evidently working on his own account," said the
admiral, "or he would not be half so industrious." There was, indeed, a tremendous amount of hammering and noise, of one
sort and another, from the house, and it was quite clear that the
hangman was too heart and soul in his work, whatever may have been the
object of it, to care who was listening to him, or to what conjecture he
gave rise. He thought probably that he could but he stopped in what he was about,
and, until he was so, that he might as well go on. And on he went, with a vengeance, vexing the admiral terribly, who
proposed so repeatedly to go into the house and insist upon knowing what
he was about, that his, wishes were upon the point of being conceded to
by Henry, although they were combatted by the doctor, when, from the
window at which he had entered, out stepped the hangman. "Good morning, gentlemen! good morning," he said, and he moved towards
the garden gate. "I will not trouble you any longer. Good morning!" "Not so fast," said the admiral, "or we may bring you up with a round
turn, and I never miss my mark when I can see it, and I shall not let it
get out of sight, you may depend." He drew a pistol from his pocket, as he spoke, and pointed it at the
hangman, who, thereupon paused and said:--

"What! am I not to be permitted to go in peace? Why it was but a short
time since the doctor was quarrelling with me because I did not go, and
now it seems that I am to be shot if I do." "Yes," said the admiral, "that's it." "Well! but,--"

"You dare," said he, "stir another inch towards the gate, and you are a
dead man!" The hangman hesitated a moment, and looked at Admiral Bell; apparently
the result of the scrutiny was, that he would keep his word, for he
suddenly turned and dived in at the window again without saying another
word. "Well; you have certainly stopped him from leaving," said Henry; "but
what's to be done now?" "Let him be, let him be," said the doctor; "he must come out again, for
there are no provisions in the place, and he will be starved out." "Hush! what is that?" said Henry. There was a very gentle ring at the bell which hung over the garden
gate.