When he presented himself, Hagar liked him very much indeed, for three reasons. In the first place, he was handsome--a sure passport to a woman's favor; in the second, he had a fine frank nature, and a tolerably intelligent brain; in the third, he was deeply in love with Marion Danetree. This last reason influenced Hagar as much as anything, for she was at a romantic age, and took a deep interest in love and lovers.
"It is most extraordinary that my father should have pawned the key," said Frank, when Hagar had told her story, less the explanation of the riddle.
"It may be extraordinary, Mr. Parsons, but it is very lucky--for you."
"I don't see it," said Frank, raising his eyebrows. "Why."
"Why," replied Hagar, drawing the key out of her pocket, "because I have discovered the secret."
"What! Do you know what that line of figures means?"
"Yes. When I paid my visit to your father, I saw an article in his room which gave me a clue. I worked out the cypher, and now I know where the picture is hidden."
Young Parsons sprang to his feet with glowing eyes. "Where--oh, where?" he almost shouted. "Tell me, quick!"
"For you to tell Miss Danetree, no doubt," said Hagar, coolly.
At once his enthusiasm died away, and he sat down, with a frown on his face. "What do you know about Miss Danetree?" he asked, sharply.
"All that your father told me, Mr. Parsons. You love her, but she does not love you; and for that your father hates her."
"I know he does," said the young man, sighing, "and very unjustly. I will be frank with you, Miss Stanley."
"I think it is best for you to be so, as I hold your fate in my hands."
"You hold--fate! What do you mean?"
Hagar shrugged her shoulders in pity at his obtuseness. "Why," she said, quietly, "this picture is worth thirty thousand pounds, and Miss Danetree is worth nothing except that ruined Hall. If I tell you where to find that picture, you will be able to restore her fortunes, and make her a comparatively rich woman. Now you cannot reed the cypher; I can; and so--you see!"
Young Parsons laughed outright at her comprehensive view of the situation, although he blushed a little at the same time, and gave an indignant denial to the hinted motive which prompted Hagar's speech. "I am not a fortune-hunter," he said, bluntly; "if I learn the whereabouts of Castagno's 'Nativity,' I shall certainly tell Mar---I mean Miss Danetree. But as for trading on that knowledge to make her marry me against her will, I'd rather die than act so basely!"
"Ah, my dear young man, I am afraid you have no business instincts," said Hagar, dryly. "I thought you loved the lady."
"You are determined to get at the truth, I see. Yes; I do love her."
"And she loves you?"
Parsons hesitated, and blushed again at this downright questioning. "Yes; I think she does--a little," he said, at length.
"H'm! That means she loves you a great deal."
"Well," said the young man, slyly, "you are a woman, and should be able to read a woman's character. Don't you think so?"
"Perhaps. But you forget that I have not seen this particular woman--or rather angel, as I suppose you call her."
"You are a queer girl!"
"And you--a love-sick young man!" rejoined Hagar, mimicking his tone. "But time passes; tell me about your wooing."
"There is little to tell," rejoined Frank, dolefully. "My father is, as you know, the steward of the Danetree family; but as they were ruined by the Regency squire, his duties are now light enough. Miss Danetree is the last of the race, and all that remains to her is the Hall, the few acres which surround it, and a small income from the rents of two outlying farms. I was brought up from childhood with Marion--I must call her so, as it is the name which comes easiest to my lips--and I loved her always. She loves me also."
"Then why will she not marry you?"
"Because she is poor and I am poor. Oh, my position as son of her steward would not stand in the way could I support her as my wife. But my father always refused to let me learn a profession or a trade, or even to earn my own livelihood, as he desired me to succeed him as the steward of the Danetree property. In the old days the post was a good one; but now it is worth nothing."
"And your father dislikes Miss Danetree."
"Yes, because he thinks she scorns me--which she does not. But she will not let me tell him the truth until there is a chance of our marriage."
"Well," said Hagar, producing the paper on which was written the line of figures, "I am about to give you that chance. This cypher is quite easy; figures have been substituted for letters--that is all. A is set down as one, B as two, and so on."
"I don't quite understand."
"I will show you. These figures must be divided into numbers, and a letter set over each. Now, the first number is twenty, and the twentieth letter of the alphabet is 'T.' The twenty-first letter is 'U.' Then come the eighteenth and the fourteenth letters. What are they?"
Frank counted. "'R' and 'N,'" he said, after a pause. "Ah! I see the first word is T, U, R, N,--that is turn!"
"Exactly; represented by numbers, 20, 21, 18, 14. Now you understand, so I need not explain further. Here is the cypher written out."
Young Parsons took up the paper and read as follows:
T u r n k e y I e f t e y e 20 21 18 14 11 5 25 12 5 6 20 5 25 5 8 c h e r u b H 3 8 5 18 21 2
"Turn key left eye eighth cherub!" repeated Parsons, in puzzled tones. "I have no doubt that you have solved the problem correctly; but, I do not know what the sentence means."
"Well," said Hagar, rather sharply, "it means, I should think, that the left eye of some cherub's head is a keyhole, into which is to be thrust the copper key upon which the figures are engraved. Doubtless, by turning the key the wall will open, and the picture will be discovered."
"What a clever girl you are!" cried Parsons, in admiration.
"I use my brains, that is all," said Hagar, coolly. "I'm afraid you don't. However, are there a number of sculptured cherubs in Danetree Hall?"
"Yes; there is a room called 'The Cherubs' Room,' from a number of carved heads. How did you guess that there was more than one?"
"Because the letter 'H' corresponds with the figure eight; so no doubt there are more than eight heads. All you have to do is to take this copper key, put it into the left eye of the eighth cherub, and find the picture. Then you can marry Miss Danetree, and the pair of you can live on the thirty thousand pounds. If she is as clever as you, you'll need it all."
Quite impervious to Hagar's irony, Frank Parsons took his leave with many admiring words and protestations of gratitude. When he found the picture he promised to let Hagar know, and to invite her to Danetree Hall to see it. Then he departed, and it was only when she was left alone that Hagar reflected she had not got back the pound lent on the key. But she consoled herself with the reflection that she could demand it when the hidden picture was discovered. Principal and interest was what she required; for Hagar was nothing if not businesslike.
That same evening Frank was seated in the prim little parlor with his dour father. He had been up to the Hall, and had proved