第6章

Andthenextmomentsherememberedhehadprobablygoneaboardlikeherselfinaboat。Inthatcaseshemightaswellseethehouseboat,andshepushedopenthedoorandsteppedin。Underthetable,wherehelaysmotheredwithdust,Gideon’sheartstoodstill。

ThereweretheremainsofJimson’slunch。’Helikesrathernicethingstoeat,’shethought。’O,Iamsureheisquiteadelightfulman。Iwonderifheisasgood—lookingasMrForsyth。

MrsJimson——Idon’tbelieveitsoundsasniceasMrsForsyth;butthen\"Gideon\"issoreallyodious!Andhereissomeofhismusictoo;thisisdelightful。OrangePekoe——O,that’swhathemeantbysomekindoftea。’Andshetrilledwithlaughter。’Adagiomoltoespressivo,semprelegato,’shereadnext。(Fortheliterarypartofacomposer’sbusinessGideonwaswellequipped。)’Howverystrangetohaveallthesedirections,andonlythreeorfournotes!O,here’sanotherwithsomemore。Andantepatetico。’Andshebegantoglanceoverthemusic。’Odearme,’shethought,’hemustbeterriblymodern!Itallseemsdiscordstome。Let’strytheair。Itisverystrange,itseemsfamiliar。’Shebegantosingit,andsuddenlybrokeoffwithlaughter。’Why,it’s\"TommymakeroomforyourUncle!\"’shecriedaloud,sothatthesoulofGideonwasfilledwithbitterness。’Andantepatetico,indeed!Themanmustbeamereimpostor。’

Andjustatthismomenttherecameaconfused,scufflingsoundfromunderneaththetable;astrangenote,likethatofabarn—doorfowl,usheredinamostexplosivesneeze;theheadofthesuffererwasatthesametimebroughtsmartlyincontactwiththeboardsabove;andthesneezewasfollowedbyahollowgroan。

Juliafledtothedoor,andthere,withthesalutaryinstinctofthebrave,turnedandfacedthedanger。Therewasnopursuit。Thesoundscontinued;belowthetableacrouchingfigurewasindistinctlytobeseenjostledbythethroesofasneezing—fit;

andthatwasall。

’Surely,’thoughtJulia,’thisismostunusualbehaviour。Hecannotbeamanoftheworld!’

Meanwhilethedustofyearshadbeendisturbedbytheyoungbarrister’sconvulsions;andthesneezing—fitwassucceededbyapassionateaccessofcoughing。

Juliabegantofeelacertaininterest。’Iamafraidyouarereallyquiteill,’shesaid,drawingalittlenearer。’Pleasedon’tletmeputyouout,anddonotstayunderthattable,MrJimson。Indeeditcannotbegoodforyou。’

MrJimsononlyansweredbyadistressingcough;andthenextmomentthegirlwasonherknees,andtheirfaceshadalmostknocked。togetherunderthetable。

’O,mygraciousgoodness!’exclaimedMissHazeltine,andsprangtoherfeet。’MrForsythgonemad!’

’Iamnotmad,’saidthegentlemanruefully,extricatinghimselffromhisposition。’Dearest。MissHazeltine,IvowtoyouuponmykneesIamnotmad!’

’Youarenot!’shecried,panting。

’Iknow,’hesaid,’thattoasuperficialeyemyconductmayappearunconventional。’

’Ifyouarenotmad,itwasnoconductatall,’criedthegirl,withaflashofcolour,’andshowedyoudidnotcareonepennyformyfeelings!’

’Thisistheverydevilandall。Iknow——Iadmitthat,’criedGideon,withagreateffortofmanlycandour。

’Itwasabominableconduct!’saidJulia,withenergy。

’Iknowitmusthaveshakenyouresteem,’saidthebarrister。

’But,dearestMissHazeltine,Ibegofyoutohearmeout;mybehaviour,strangeasitmayseem,isnotunsusceptibleofexplanation;andIpositivelycannotandwillnotconsenttocontinuetotrytoexistwithout——withouttheesteemofonewhomIadmire——themomentisillchosen,Iamwellawareofthat;butIrepeattheexpression——onewhomIadmire。’

AtouchofamusementappearedonMissHazeltine’sface。’Verywell,Isaidshe,’comeoutofthisdreadfullycoldplace,andletussitdownondeck。’Thebarristerdolefullyfollowedher。

’Now,’saidshe,makingherselfcomfortableagainsttheendofthehouse,’goon。Iwillhearyouout。’Andthen,seeinghimstandbeforeherwithsomuchobviousdisrelishtothetask,shewassuddenlyovercomewithlaughter。Julia’slaughwasathingtoravishlovers;sherolledhermirthfuldescantwiththefreedomandthemelodyofablackbird’ssongupontheriver,andrepeatedbytheechoesofthefartherbank。Itseemedathinginitsownplaceandasoundnativetotheopenair。Therewasonlyonecreaturewhohearditwithoutjoy,andthatwasherunfortunateadmirer。

’MissHazeltine,’hesaid,inavoicethattotteredwithannoyance,’Ispeakasyoursincerewell—wisher,butthiscanonlybecalledlevity。’

Juliamadegreateyesathim。

’Ican’twithdrawtheword,’hesaid:’alreadythefreedomwithwhichIheardyouhobnobbingwithaboatmangavemeexquisitepain。ThentherewasawantofreserveaboutJimson——’

’ButJimsonappearstobeyourself,’objectedJulia。

’Iamfarfromdenyingthat,’criedthebarrister,’butyoudidnotknowitatthetime。WhatcouldJimsonbetoyou?WhowasJimson?MissHazeltine,itcutmetotheheart。’

’Reallythisseemstometobeverysilly,’returnedJulia,withseveredecision。’Youhavebehavedinthemostextraordinarymanner;youpretendyouareabletoexplainyourconduct,andinsteadofdoingsoyoubegintoattackme。’

’Iamwellawareofthat,’repliedGideon。’I——Iwillmakeacleanbreastofit。Whenyouknowallthecircumstancesyouwillbeabletoexcuseme。

Andsittingdownbesideheronthedeck,hepouredforthhismiserablehistory。

’O,MrForsyth,’shecried,whenhehaddone,’Iam——so——sorry!

wishIhadn’tlaughedatyou——onlyyouknowyoureallyweresoexceedinglyfunny。ButIwishIhadn’t,andIwouldn’teitherifIhadonlyknown。’Andshegavehimherhand。

Gideonkeptitinhisown。’Youdonotthinktheworseofmeforthis?’heaskedtenderly。

’Becauseyouhavebeensosillyandgotintosuchdreadfultrouble?youpoorboy,no!’criedJulia;and,inthewarmthofthemoment,reachedhimherotherhand;’youmaycountonme,’

sheadded。

’Really?’saidGideon。

’Reallyandreally!’repliedthegirl。

’Idothen,andIwill,’criedtheyoungman。’Iadmitthemomentisnotwellchosen;butIhavenofriends——tospeakof。’

’NomorehaveI,’saidJulia。’Butdon’tyouthinkit’sperhapstimeyougavemebackmyhands?’

’Lacidaremlamano,’saidthebarrister,’themerestmomentmore!Ihavesofewfriends,’headded。

’Ithoughtitwasconsideredsuchabadaccountofayoungmantohavenofriends,’observedJulia。

’O,butIhavecrowdsofFRIENDS!’criedGideon。’That’snotwhatImean。Ifeelthemomentisillchosen;butO,Julia,ifyoucouldonlyseeyourself!’

’MrForsyth——’

’Don’tcallmebythatbeastlyname!’criedtheyouth。’CallmeGideon!’

’O,neverthat,’fromJulia。’Besides,wehaveknowneachothersuchashorttime。’

’Notatall!’protestedGideon。’WemetatBournemoutheversolongago。Ineverforgotyousince。Sayyouneverforgotme。Sayyouneverforgotme,andcallmeGideon!’

’Isn’tthisrather——awantofreserveaboutJimson?’enquiredthegirl。

’O,IknowIamanass,’criedthebarrister,’andIdon’tcareahalfpenny!IknowI’manass,andyoumaylaughatmetoyourheart’sdelight。’AndasJulia’slipsopenedwithasmile,heoncemoredroppedintomusic。’There’stheLandofCherryIsle!’

hesang,courtingherwithhiseyes。

’It’slikeanopera,’saidJulia,ratherfaintly。

’Whatshoulditbe?’saidGideon。’AmInotJimson?ItwouldbestrangeifIdidnotserenademylove。Oyes,Imeantheword,myJulia;andImeantowinyou。Iamindreadfultrouble,andI

havenotapennyofmyown,andIhavecutthesilliestfigure;

andyetImeantowinyou,Julia。Lookatme,ifyoucan,andtellmeno!’

Shelookedathim;andwhateverhereyesmayhavetoldhim,itistobesupposedhetookapleasureinthemessage,forhereaditalongwhile。

’AndUncleNedwillgiveussomemoneytogoonuponinthemeanwhile,’hesaidatlast。

’Well,Icallthatcool!’saidacheerfulvoiceathiselbow。

GideonandJuliasprangapartwithwonderfulalacrity;thelatterannoyedtoobservethatalthoughtheyhadnevermovedsincetheysatdown,theywerenowquiteclosetogether;bothpresentingfacesofaveryheightenedcolourtotheeyesofMrEdwardHughBloomfield。Thatgentleman,cominguptheriverinhisboat,hadcapturedthetruantcanoe,anddiviningwhathadhappened,hadthoughttostealamarchuponMissHazeltineathersketch。Hehadunexpectedlybroughtdowntwobirdswithonestone;andashelookeduponthepairofflushedandbreathlessculprits,thepleasanthumaninstinctofthematchmakersoftenedhisheart。

’Well,Icallthatcool,’herepeated;’youseemtocountverysecurelyuponUncleNed。Butlookhere,Gid,IthoughtIhadtoldyoutokeepaway?’

’TokeepawayfromMaidenhead,’repliedGid。’ButhowshouldI

expecttofindyouhere?’

’Thereissomethinginthat,’MrBloomfieldadmitted。’YouseeI

thoughtitbetterthatevenyoushouldbeignorantofmyaddress;

thoserascals,theFinsburys,wouldhavewormeditoutofyou。

AndjusttoputthemoffthescentIhoistedtheseabominablecolours。Butthatisnotall,Gid;youpromisedmetowork,andhereIfindyouplayingthefoolatPadwick。’

’Please,MrBloomfield,youmustnotbehardonMrForsyth,’saidJulia。’Poorboy,heisindreadfulstraits。’

’What’sthis,Gid?’enquiredtheuncle。’Haveyoubeenfighting?

orisitabill?’

These,intheopinionoftheSquirradical,werethetwomisfortunesincidenttogentlemen;andindeedbothwereculledfromhisowncareer。Hehadonceputhisname(asamatterofform)onafriend’spaper;ithadcosthimacoolthousand;andthefriendhadgoneaboutwiththefearofdeathuponhimeversince,andneverturnedacornerwithoutscoutinginfrontofhimforMrBloomfieldandtheoakenstaff。Asforfighting,theSquirradicalwasalwaysonthebrinkofit;andonce,when(inthecharacterofpresidentofaRadicalclub)hehadclearedoutthehallofhisopponents,thingshadgoneevenfurther。MrHoltum,theConservativecandidate,wholaysolongonthebedofsickness,waspreparedtosweartoMrBloomfield。’Iwillsweartoitinanycourt——itwasthehandofthatbrutethatstruckmedown,’hewasreportedtohavesaid;andwhenhewasthoughttobesinking,itwasknownthathehadmadeanante—mortemstatementinthatsense。ItwasacheerfuldayfortheSquirradicalwhenHoltumwasrestoredtohisbrewery。

’It’smuchworsethanthat,’saidGideon;’acombinationofcircumstancesreallyprovidentiallyunjust——a——infact,asyndicateofmurderersseemtohaveperceivedmylatentabilitytoridthemofthetracesoftheircrime。It’salegalstudyafterall,yousee!’Andwiththesewords,Gideon,forthesecondtimethatday,begantodescribetheadventuresoftheBroadwoodGrand。

’ImustwritetoTheTimes,’criedMrBloomfield。

’Doyouwanttogetmedisbarred?’askedGideon。

’Disbarred!Come,itcan’tbeasbadasthat,’saidhisuncle。

’It’sagood,honest,LiberalGovernmentthat’sin,andtheywouldcertainlymoveatmyrequest。ThankGod,thedaysofToryjobberyareatanend。’

’Itwouldn’tdo,UncleNed,’saidGideon。

’Butyou’renotmadenough,’criedMrBloomfield,’topersistintryingtodisposeofityourself?’

’Thereisnootherpathopentome,’saidGideon。

’It’snotcommonsense,andIwillnothearofit,’criedMrBloomfield。’Icommandyou,positively,Gid,todesistfromthiscriminalinterference。’

’Verywell,then,Ihanditovertoyou,’saidGideon,’andyoucandowhatyoulikewiththedeadbody。’

’Godforbid!’ejaculatedthepresidentoftheRadicalClub,’I’llhavenothingtodowithit。’

’ThenyoumustallowmetodothebestIcan,’returnedhisnephew。’Believeme,Ihaveadistincttalentforthissortofdifficulty。’

’Wemightforwardittothatpest—house,theConservativeClub,’

observedMrBloomfield。’Itmightdamagethemintheeyesoftheirconstituents;anditcouldbeprofitablyworkedupinthelocaljournal。’

’Ifyouseeanypoliticalcapitalinthething,’saidGideon,’youmayhaveitforme。’

’No,no,Gid——no,no,Ithoughtyoumight。Iwillhavenohandinthething。Onreflection,it’shighlyundesirablethateitherI

orMissHazeltineshouldlingerhere。Wemightbeobserved,’saidthepresident,lookingupanddowntheriver;’andinmypublicpositiontheconsequenceswouldbepainfulfortheparty。And,atanyrate,it’sdinner—time。’

’What?’criedGideon,plungingforhiswatch。’Andsoitis!

Greatheaven,thepianoshouldhavebeenherehoursago!’

MrBloomfieldwasclamberingbackintohisboat;butatthesewordshepaused。

’Isawitarrivemyselfatthestation;Ihiredacarrierman;hehadaroundtomake,buthewastobeherebyfouratthelatest,’criedthebarrister。’Nodoubtthepianoisopen,andthebodyfound。’

’Youmustflyatonce,’criedMrBloomfield,’it’stheonlymanlystep。’

’Butsupposeit’sallright?’wailedGideon。’Supposethepianocomes,andIamnotheretoreceiveit?Ishallhavehangedmyselfbymycowardice。No,UncleNed,enquiriesmustbemadeinPadwick;Idarenotgo,ofcourse;butyoumay——youcouldhangaboutthepoliceoffice,don’tyousee?’

’No,Gid——no,mydearnephew,’saidMrBloomfield,withthevoiceofoneontherack。’Iregardyouwiththemostsacredaffection;

andIthankGodIamanEnglishman——andallthat。Butnot——notthepolice,Gid。’

’Thenyoudesertme?’saidGideon。’Sayitplainly。’

’Farfromit!farfromit!’protestedMrBloomfield。’Ionlyproposecaution。Commonsense,Gid,shouldalwaysbeanEnglishman’sguide。’

’Willyouletmespeak?’saidJulia。’IthinkGideonhadbetterleavethisdreadfulhouseboat,andwaitamongthewillowsoverthere。Ifthepianocomes,thenhecouldstepoutandtakeitin;

andifthepolicecome,hecouldslipintoourhouseboat,andthereneedn’tbeanymoreJimsonatall。Hecouldgotobed,andwecouldburnhisclothes(couldn’twe?)inthesteam—launch;andthenreallyitseemsasifitwouldbeallright。MrBloomfieldissorespectable,youknow,andsuchaleadingcharacter,itwouldbequiteimpossibleeventofancythathecouldbemixedupwithit。’

’Thisyoungladyhasstrongcommonsense,’saidtheSquirradical。

’O,Idon’tthinkI’matallafool,’saidJulia,withconviction。

’Butwhatifneitherofthemcome?’askedGideon;’whatshallI

dothen?’

’Whythen,’saidshe,’youhadbettergodowntothevillageafterdark;andIcangowithyou,andthenIamsureyoucouldneverbesuspected;andevenifyouwere,Icouldtellthemitwasaltogetheramistake。’

’Iwillnotpermitthat——IwillnotsufferMissHazeltinetogo,’

criedMrBloomfield。

’Why?’askedJulia。

MrBloomfieldhadnottheleastdesiretotellherwhy,foritwassimplyacravenfearofbeingdrawnhimselfintotheimbroglio;butwiththeusualtacticsofamanwhoisashamedofhimself,hetookthehighhand。’Godforbid,mydearMissHazeltine,thatIshoulddictatetoaladyonthequestionofpropriety——’hebegan。

’O,isthatall?’interruptedJulia。’Thenwemustgoallthree。’

’Caught!’thoughttheSquirradical。

CHAPTERXII。PositivelytheLastAppearanceoftheBroadwoodGrandEnglandissupposedtobeunmusical;butwithoutdwellingonthepatronageextendedtotheorgan—grinder,withoutseekingtofoundanyargumentontheprevalenceofthejew’strump,thereissurelyoneinstrumentthatmaybesaidtobenationalinthefullestacceptanceoftheword。Theherdboyinthebroom,alreadymusicalinthedaysofFatherChaucer,startles(andperhapspains)thelarkwiththisexiguouspipe;andinthehandsoftheskilledbricklayer,’Thethingbecomesatrumpet,whenceheblows’

(asageneralrule)either’TheBritishGrenadiers’or’CherryRipe’。Thelatterairisindeedtheshibbolethanddiplomapieceofthepennywhistler;Ihazardaguessitwasoriginallycomposedforthisinstrument。Itissingularenoughthatamanshouldbeabletogainalivelihood,oreventotideoveraperiodofunemployment,bythedisplayofhisproficiencyuponthepennywhistle;stillmoreso,thattheprofessionalshouldalmostinvariablyconfinehimselfto’CherryRipe’。Butindeed,singularitiessurroundthesubject,thicklikeblackberries。Why,forinstance,shouldthepipebecalledapennywhistle?Ithinknooneeverboughtitforapenny。Whyshouldthealternativenamebetinwhistle?Iamgrosslydeceivedifitbemadeoftin。

Lastly,inwhatdeafcatacomb,inwhatearlessdesert,doesthebeginnerpasstheexcruciatingintervalofhisapprenticeship?Wehaveallheardpeoplelearningthepiano,thefiddle,andthecornet;buttheyoungofthepennywhistler(likethatofthesalmon)isoccultfromobservation;heisneverhearduntilproficient;andprovidence(perhapsalarmedbytheworksofMrMallock)defendshumanhearingfromhisfirstattemptsupontheupperoctave。

Areallynoteworthythingwastakingplaceinagreenlane,notfarfromPadwick。Onthebenchofacarrier’scarttheresatatow—headed,lanky,modest—lookingyouth;thereinswereonhislap;thewhiplaybehindhimintheinteriorofthecart;thehorseproceededwithoutguidanceorencouragement;thecarrier(orthecarrier’sman),raptintoahigherspherethanthatofhisdailyoccupations,hislooksdwellingontheskies,devotedhimselfwhollytoabrand—newDpennywhistle,whencehediffidentlyendeavouredtoelicitthatpleasingmelody’ThePloughboy’。Toanyobservantpersonwhoshouldhavechancedtosaunterinthatlane,thehourwouldhavebeenthrilling。’Hereatlast,’hewouldhavesaid,’isthebeginner。’

Thetow—headedyouth(whosenamewasHarker)hadjustencoredhimselfforthenineteenthtime,whenhewasstruckintotheextremeofconfusionbythediscoverythathewasnotalone。

’Thereyouhaveit!’criedamanlyvoicefromthesideoftheroad。

’That’sasgoodasIwanttohear。Perhapsaleetleoilierintherun,’thevoicesuggested,withmeditativegusto。’Giveitusagain。’

Harkerglanced,fromthedepthsofhishumiliation,atthespeaker。Hebeheldapowerful,sun—brown,clean—shavenfellow,aboutfortyyearsofage,stridingbesidethecartwithanon—commissionedmilitarybearing,and(ashestrode)spinningintheairacane。Thefellow’sclotheswereverybad,buthelookedcleanandself—reliant。

’I’monlyabeginner,’gaspedtheblushingHarker,’Ididn’tthinkanybodycouldhearme。’

’Well,Ilikethat!’returnedtheother。’You’reaprettyoldbeginner。Come,I’llgiveyoualeadmyself。Giveusaseatherebesideyou。’

Thenextmomentthemilitarygentlemanwasperchedonthecart,pipeinhand。Hegavetheinstrumentaknowingrattleontheshaft,mouthedit,appearedtocommuneforamomentwiththemuse,anddashedinto’ThegirlIleftbehindme’。Hewasagreat,ratherthanafine,performer;helackedthebird—likerichness;hecouldscarcehaveextractedallthehoneyoutof’CherryRipe’;hedidnotfear——heevenostentatiouslydisplayedandseemedtorevelinheshrillnessoftheinstrument;butinfire,speed,precision,evenness,andfluency;inlinkedagilityofjimmy——atechnicalexpression,byyourleave,answeringtowarblersonthebagpipe;andperhaps,aboveall,inthatinspiringside—glanceoftheeye,withwhichhefollowedtheeffectand(asbyahumanappeal)ekedouttheinsufficiencyofhisperformance:inthese,thefellowstoodwithoutarival。

Harkerlistened:’ThegirlIleftbehindme’filledhimwithdespair;’TheSoldier’sJoy’carriedhimbeyondjealousyintogenerousenthusiasm。

’Turnabout,’saidthemilitarygentleman,offeringthepipe。

’O,notafteryou!’criedHarker;’you’reaprofessional。’

’No,’saidhiscompanion;’anamatyurelikeyourself。That’sonestyleofplay,yoursistheother,andIlikeitbest。ButI

beganwhenIwasaboy,yousee,beforemytastewasformed。Whenyou’remyageyou’llplaythatthinglikeacornet—a—piston。Giveusthatairagain;howdoesitgo?’andheaffectedtoendeavourtorecall’ThePloughboy’。

Atimid,insanehopespranginthebreastofHarker。Wasitpossible?Wastheresomethinginhisplaying?Ithad,indeed,seemedtohimattimesasifhegotakindofarichnessoutofit。Washeagenius?Meantimethemilitarygentlemanstumbledovertheair。

’No,’saidtheunhappyHarker,’that’snotquiteit。Itgoesthisway——justtoshowyou。’

And,takingthepipebetweenhislips,hesealedhisdoom。Whenhehadplayedtheair,andthenasecondtime,andathird;whenthemilitarygentlemanhadtrieditoncemore,andoncemorefailed;whenitbecamecleartoHarkerthathe,theblushingdebutant,wasactuallygivingalessontothisfull—grownflutist——andtheflutistunderhiscarewasnotverybrilliantlyprogressing——howamItotellwhatfloodsofglorybrightenedtheautumnalcountryside;how,unlessthereaderwereanamateurhimself,describetheheightsofidioticvanitytowhichthecarrierclimbed?Onesignificantfactshallpaintthesituation:

thenceforthitwasHarkerwhoplayed,andthemilitarygentlemanlistenedandapproved。

Ashelistened,however,hedidnotforgetthehabitofsoldierlyprecaution,lookingbothbehindandbefore。Helookedbehindandcomputedthevalueofthecarrier’sload,diviningthecontentsofthebrown—paperparcelsandtheportlyhamper,andbrieflysettingdownthegrandpianointhebrand—newpiano—caseas’difficulttogetridof’。Helookedbefore,andspiedatthecornerofthegreenlanealittlecountrypublic—houseemboweredinroses。’I’llhaveashyatit,’concludedthemilitarygentleman,androundlyproposedaglass。’Well,I’mnotadrinkingman,’saidHarker。

’Lookhere,now,’cutintheother,’I’lltellyouwhoIam:I’mColour—SergeantBrandoftheBlankth。That’lltellyouifI’madrinkingmanornot。’Itmightanditmightnot,thusaGreekchoruswouldhaveintervened,andgoneontopointouthowveryfaritfellshortoftellingwhythesergeantwastrampingacountrylaneintatters;oreventoarguethathemusthavepretermittedsomewhileagohislaboursforthegeneraldefence,and(intheinterval)possiblyturnedhisattentiontooakum。ButtherewasnoGreekchoruspresent;andthemanofwarwentontocontendthatdrinkingwasonethingandafriendlyglassanother。

IntheBlueLion,whichwasthenameofthecountrypublic—house,Colour—SergeantBrandintroducedhisnewfriend,MrHarker,toanumberofingeniousmixtures,calculatedtopreventtheapproachesofintoxication。Theseheexplainedtobe’rekisite’

intheservice,sothataself—respectingofficershouldalwaysappearuponparadeinaconditionhonourabletohiscorps。ThemostefficaciousofthesedeviceswastolaceapintofmildatewithtwopenceworthofLondongin。Iampleasedtohandinthisrecipetothediscerningreader,whomayfinditusefulevenincivilstation;foritseffectuponMrHarkerwasrevolutionary。

Hemustbehelpedonboardhisownwaggon,whereheproceededtodisplayaspiritentirelygivenovertomirthandmusic,alternatelyhootingwithlaughter,towhichthesergeanthastenedtobearchorus,andincoherentlytootlingonthepipe。Themanofwar,meantime,unostentatiouslypossessedhimselfofthereins。

ItwasplainhehadatasteforthesecludedbeautiesofanEnglishlandscape;forthecart,althoughitwanderedunderhisguidanceforsometime,wasneverobservedtoissueonthedustyhighway,journeyingbetweenhedgeandditch,andforthemostpartunderoverhangingboughs。Itwasplain,besides,hehadaneyetothetrueinterestsofMrHarker;forthoughthecartdrewupmorethanonceatthedoorsofpublic—houses,itwasonlythesergeantwhosetfoottoground,and,beingequippedhimselfwithaquartbottle,oncemoreproceededonhisruraldrive。

Togiveanyideaofthecomplexityofthesergeant’scourse,amapofthatpartofMiddlesexwouldberequired,andmypublisherisaversefromtheexpense。Sufficeit,thatalittleafterthenighthadclosed,thecartwasbroughttoastandstillinawoodyroad;wherethesergeantliftedfromamongtheparcels,andtenderlydepositeduponthewayside,theinanimateformofHarker。

’Ifyoucome—tobeforedaylight,’thoughtthesergeant,’Ishallbesurprisedforone。’

Fromthevariouspocketsoftheslumberingcarrierhegentlycollectedthesumofseventeenshillingsandeightpencesterling;

and,gettingoncemoreintothecart,drovethoughtfullyaway。

’IfIwasexactlysureofwhereIwas,itwouldbeagoodjob,’

hereflected。’Anyway,here’sacorner。’

Heturnedit,andfoundhimselfupontheriverside。Alittleabovehimthelightsofahouseboatshonecheerfully;andalreadycloseathand,soclosethatitwasimpossibletoavoidtheirnotice,threepersons,aladyandtwogentlemen,weredeliberatelydrawingnear。Thesergeantputhistrustintheconvenientdarknessofthenight,anddroveontomeetthem。Oneofthegentlemen,whowasofaportlyfigure,walkedinthemidstofthefairway,andpresentlyheldupastaffbywayofsignal。

’Myman,haveyouseenanythingofacarrier’scart?’hecried。

Darkasitwas,itseemedtothesergeantasthoughtheslimmerofthetwogentlemenhadmadeamotiontopreventtheotherspeaking,and(findinghimselftoolate)hadskippedasidewithsomealacrity。Atanotherseason,SergeantBrandwouldhavepaidmoreattentiontothefact;buthewasthenimmersedintheperilsofhisownpredicament。

’Acarrier’scart?’saidhe,withaperceptibleuncertaintyofvoice。’No,sir。’

’Ah!’saidtheportlygentleman,andstoodasidetoletthesergeantpass。Theladyappearedtobendforwardandstudythecartwitheverymarkofsharpenedcuriosity,theslimmergentlemanstillkeepingintherear。

’Iwonderwhatthedeviltheywouldbeat,’thoughtSergeantBrand;and,lookingfearfullyback,hesawthetriostandingtogetherinthemidstoftheway,likefolkconsulting。Thebravestofmilitaryheroesarenotalwaysequaltothemselvesastotheirreputation;andfear,onsomesingularprovocation,willfindalodgmentinthemostunfamiliarbosom。Theword’detective’mighthavebeenheardtogurgleinthesergeant’sthroat;andvigorouslyapplyingthewhip,hefleduptheriversideroadtoGreatHaverham,atthegallopofthecarrier’shorse。Thelightsofthehouseboatflashedupontheflyingwaggonasitpassed;thebeatofhoofsandtherattleofthevehiclegraduallycoalescedanddiedaway;andpresently,tothetrioontheriverside,silencehadredescended。

’It’sthemostextraordinarything,’criedtheslimmerofthetwogentlemen,’butthat’sthecart。’

’AndIknowIsawapiano,’saidthegirl。

’O,it’sthecart,certainly;andtheextraordinarythingis,it’snottheman,’addedthefirst。

’Itmustbetheman,Gid,itmustbe,’saidtheportlyone。

’Well,then,whyisherunningaway?’askedGideon。

’Hishorsebolted,Isuppose,’saidtheSquirradical。

’Nonsense!Iheardthewhipgoinglikeaflail,’saidGideon。’Itsimplydefiesthehumanreason。’

’I’lltellyou,’brokeinthegirl,’hecameroundthatcorner。

Supposewewentand——whatdoyoucallitinbooks?——followedhistrail?Theremaybeahousethere,orsomebodywhosawhim,orsomething。’

’Well,supposewedid,forthefunofthething,’saidGideon。

Thefunofthething(itwouldappear)consistedintheextremelyclosejuxtapositionofhimselfandMissHazeltine。ToUncleNed,whowasexcludedfromthesesimplepleasures,theexcursionappearedhopelessfromthefirst;andwhenafreshperspectiveofdarknessopenedup,dimlycontainedbetweenparkpalingsontheonesideandahedgeandditchupontheother,thewholewithoutthesmallestsignalofhumanhabitation,theSquirradicaldrewup。

’Thisisawild—goosechase,’saidhe。

Withthecessationofthefootfalls,anothersoundsmoteupontheirears。

’O,what’sthat?’criedJulia。

’Ican’tthink,’saidGideon。

TheSquirradicalhadhisstickpresentedlikeasword。’Gid,’hebegan,’Gid,I——’

’OMrForsyth!’criedthegirl。’Odon’tgoforward,youdon’tknowwhatitmightbe——itmightbesomethingperfectlyhorrid。’

’Itmaybethedevilitself,’saidGideon,disengaginghimself,’butIamgoingtoseeit。’

’Don’tberash,Gid,’criedhisuncle。

Thebarristerdrewneartothesound,whichwascertainlyofaportentouscharacter。Inqualityitappearedtoblendthestrainsofthecow,thefog—horn,andthemosquito;andthestartlingmannerofitsenunciationaddedincalculablytoitsterrors。A

darkobject,notunlikethehumanformdivine,appearedonthebrinkoftheditch。

’It’saman,’saidGideon,’it’sonlyaman;heseemstobeasleepandsnoring。Hullo,’headded,amomentafter,’theremustbesomethingwrongwithhim,hewon’twaken。’

Gideonproducedhisvestas,struckone,andbyitslightrecognizedthetowheadofHarker。

’Thisistheman,’saidhe,’asdrunkasBelial。Iseethewholestory’;andtohistwocompanions,whohadnowventuredtorejoinhim,hesetforthatheoryofthedivorcebetweenthecarrierandhiscart,whichwasnotunlikethetruth。

’Drunkenbrute!’saidUncleNed,’let’sgethimtoapumpandgivehimwhathedeserves。’

’Notatall!’saidGideon。’Itishighlyundesirableheshouldseeustogether;andreally,doyouknow,Iamverymuchobligedtohim,forthisisabouttheluckiestthingthatcouldhavepossiblyoccurred。Itseemstome——UncleNed,Ideclaretoheavenitseemstome——I’mclearofit!’

’Clearofwhat?’askedtheSquirradical。

’Thewholeaffair!’criedGideon。’Thatmanhasbeenassenoughtostealthecartandthedeadbody;whathehopestodowithitIneitherknownorcare。Myhandsarefree,Jimsonceases;downwithJimson。Shakehandswithme,UncleNed——Julia,darlinggirl,Julia,I——’

’Gideon,Gideon!’saidhisuncle。’O,it’sallright,uncle,whenwe’regoingtobemarriedsosoon,’saidGideon。’Youknowyousaidsoyourselfinthehouseboat。’

’DidI?’saidUncleNed;’IamcertainIsaidnosuchthing。’

’Appealtohim,tellhimhedid,getonhissoftside,’criedGideon。’He’sarealbrickifyougetonhissoftside。’

’DearMrBloomfield,’saidJulia,’IknowGideonwillbesuchaverygoodboy,andhehaspromisedmetodosuchalotoflaw,andIwillseethathedoestoo。Andyouknowitissoverysteadyingtoyoungmen,everybodyadmitsthat;though,ofcourse,IknowIhavenomoney,MrBloomfield,’sheadded。

’Mydearyounglady,asthisrapscalliontoldyoutodayontheboat,UncleNedhasplenty,’saidtheSquirradical,’andIcanneverforgetthatyouhavebeenshamefullydefrauded。Soasthere’snobodylooking,youhadbettergiveyourUncleNedakiss。There,yourogue,’resumedMrBloomfield,whentheceremonyhadbeendaintilyperformed,’thisveryprettyyoungladyisyours,andavastdealmorethanyoudeserve。Butnow,letusgetbacktothehouseboat,getupsteamonthelaunch,andawaybacktotown。’

’That’sthething!’criedGideon;’andtomorrowtherewillbenohouseboat,andnoJimson,andnocarrier’scart,andnopiano;

andwhenHarkerawakesontheditchside,hemaytellhimselfthewholeaffairhasbeenadream。’

’Aha!’saidUncleNed,’butthere’sanothermanwhowillhaveadifferentawakening。Thatfellowinthecartwillfindhehasbeentoocleverbyhalf。’

’UncleNedandJulia,’saidGideon,’IamashappyastheKingofTartary,myheartislikeathreepenny—bit,myheelsarelikefeathers;Iamoutofallmytroubles,Julia’shandisinmine。

Isthisatimeforanythingbuthandsomesentiments?Why,there’snotroominmeforanythingthat’snotangelic!AndwhenIthinkofthatpoorunhappydevilinthecart,IstandhereinthenightandcrywithasingleheartGodhelphim!’

’Amen,’saidUncleNed。

CHAPTERXIII。TheTribulationsofMorris:ParttheSecondInareallypoliteageofliteratureIwouldhavescornedtocastmyeyeagainonthecontortionsofMorris。Butthestudyisinthespiritoftheday;itpresents,besides,featuresofahigh,almostarepulsive,morality;andifitshouldprovethemeansofpreventinganyrespectableandinexperiencedgentlemanfromplunginglight—heartedlyintocrime,evenpoliticalcrime,thisworkwillnothavebeenpennedinvain。

HeroseonthemorrowofhisnightwithMichael,rosefromtheleadenslumberofdistress,tofindhishandtremulous,hiseyesclosedwithrheum,histhroatparched,andhisdigestionobviouslyparalysed。’Lordknowsit’snotfromeating!’Morristhought;andashedressedhereconsideredhispositionunderseveralheads。Nothingwillsowelldepictthetroubledseasinwhichhewasnowvoyagingasareviewofthesevariousanxieties。

Ihavethrownthem(forthereader’sconvenience)intoacertainorder;butinthemindofonepoorhumanequaltheywhirledtogetherlikethedustofhurricanes。Withthesameobligingpreoccupation,Ihaveputanametoeachofhisdistresses;anditwillbeobservedwithpitythateveryindividualitemwouldhavegracedandcommendedthecoverofarailwaynovel。

AnxietytheFirst:WhereistheBody?or,TheMysteryofBentPitman。ItwasnowmanifestlyplainthatBentPitman(aswastobelookedforfromhisominousappellation)belongedtothedarkerorderofthecriminalclass。Anhonestmanwouldnothavecashedthebill;ahumanemanwouldnothaveacceptedinsilencethetragiccontentsofthewater—butt;aman,whowasnotalreadyuptothehiltsingore,wouldhavelackedthemeansofsecretlydisposingthem。Thisprocessofreasoningleftahorridimageofthemonster,Pitman。Doubtlesshehadlongagodisposedofthebody——droppingitthroughatrapdoorinhisbackkitchen,Morrissupposed,withsomehazyrecollectionofapictureinapennydreadful;anddoubtlessthemannowlivedinwantonsplendourontheproceedsofthebill。Sofar,allwaspeace。ButwiththeprofligatehabitsofamanlikeBentPitman(whowasnodoubtahunchbackinthebargain),eighthundredpoundscouldbeeasilymeltedinaweek。Whentheyweregone,whatwouldhebelikelytodonext?Ahell—likevoiceinMorris’sownbosomgavetheanswer:

’Blackmailme。’

AnxietytheSecond:TheFraudoftheTontine;or,IsmyUncledead?This,onwhichallMorris’shopesdepended,wasyetaquestion。HehadtriedtobullyTeena;hehadtriedtobribeher;

andnothingcameofit。Hehadhismoralconvictionstill;butyoucannotblackmailasharplawyeronamoralconviction。Andbesides,sincehisinterviewwithMichael,theideaworealessattractivecountenance。WasMichaelthemantobeblackmailed?

andwasMorristhemantodoit?Graveconsiderations。’It’snotthatI’mafraidofhim,’Morrissofarcondescendedtoreassurehimself;’butImustbeverycertainofmyground,andthedeuceofitis,Iseenoway。Howunlikeislifetonovels!Iwouldn’thaveevenbegunthisbusinessinanovel,butwhatI’dhavemetadark,slouchingfellowintheOxfordRoad,who’dhavebecomemyaccomplice,andknownallabouthowtodoit,andprobablybrokenintoMichael’shouseatnightandfoundnothingbutawaxworkimage;andthenblackmailedormurderedme。Buthere,inreallife,ImightwalkthestreetstillIdroppeddead,andnoneofthecriminalclasseswouldlooknearme。Though,tobesure,thereisalwaysPitman,’headdedthoughtfully。

AnxietytheThird:TheCottageatBrowndean;or,TheUnderpaidAccomplice。Forhehadanaccomplice,andthataccomplicewasbloomingunseeninadampcottageinHampshirewithemptypockets。Whatcouldbedoneaboutthat?Hereallyoughttohavesenthimsomething;ifitwasonlyapost—officeorderforfivebob,enoughtoprovethathewaskeptinmind,enoughtokeephiminhope,beer,andtobacco。’Butwhatwouldyouhave?’thoughtMorris;andruefullypouredintohishandahalf—crown,aflorin,andeightpenceinsmallchange。ForamaninMorris’sposition,atwarwithallsociety,andconducting,withthehandofinexperience,awidelyramifiedintrigue,thesumwasalreadyaderision。Johnwouldhavetobedoing;nomistakeofthat。’Butthen,’askedthehell—likevoice,’howlongisJohnlikelytostandit?’

AnxietytheFourth:TheLeatherBusiness;or,TheShuttersatLast:aTaleoftheCity。OnthisheadMorrishadnonews。Hehadnotyetdaredtovisitthefamilyconcern;yetheknewhemustdelaynolonger,andifanythinghadbeenwantedtosharpenthisconviction,Michael’sreferencesofthenightbeforerangambiguouslyinhisear。Wellandgood。Tovisitthecitymightbeindispensable;butwhatwashetodowhenhewasthere?Hehadnorighttosigninhisownname;and,withallthewillintheworld,heseemedtolacktheartofsigningwithhisuncle’s。

Underthesecircumstances,Morriscoulddonothingtoprocrastinatethecrash;and,whenitcame,whenpryingeyesbegantobeappliedtoeveryjointofhisbehaviour,twoquestionscouldnotfailtobeaddressed,soonerorlater,toaspeechlessandperspiringinsolvent。WhereisMrJosephFinsbury?

andhowaboutyourvisittothebank?Questions,howeasytoput!——yegods,howimpossibletoanswer!Themantowhomtheyshouldbeaddressedwentcertainlytogaol,and——eh!whatwasthis?——possiblytothegallows。Morriswastryingtoshavewhenthisideastruckhim,andhelaidtherazordown。Here(inMichael’swords)wasthetotaldisappearanceofavaluableuncle;

herewasatimeofinexplicableconductonthepartofanephewwhohadbeeninbadbloodwiththeoldmananytimethesesevenyears;whatachanceforajudicialblunder!’Butno,’thoughtMorris,’theycannot,theydarenot,makeitmurder。Notthat。

Buthonestly,andspeakingasamantoaman,Idon’tseeanyothercrimeinthecalendar(exceptarson)thatIdon’tseemsomehowtohavecommitted。AndyetI’maperfectlyrespectableman,andwishednothingbutmydue。Lawisaprettybusiness。’

Withthisconclusionfirmlyseatedinhismind,MorrisFinsburydescendedtothehallofthehouseinJohnStreet,stillhalf—shaven。Therewasaletterinthebox;heknewthehandwriting:Johnatlast!

’Well,IthinkImighthavebeensparedthis,’hesaidbitterly,andtoreitopen。

DearMorris[itran],whatthedickensdoyoumeanbyit?I’minanawfulholedownhere;Ihavetogoontick,andthepartiesonthespotdon’tcottontotheidea;theycouldn’t,becauseitissoplainI’minastaitofDestitution。I’vegotnobedclothes,thinkofthat,Imusthavecoins,theholething’saMockry,I

wontstandit,nobodywould。Iwouldhavecomeawaybefore,onlyIhavenomoneyfortherailwayfare。Don’tbealunatic,Morris,youdon’tseemtounderstandmydredfulsituation。Ihavetogetthestampontick。Afact。——Everyouraffte。Brother,J。FINSBURY

’Can’tevenspell!’Morrisreflected,ashecrammedtheletterinhispocket,andleftthehouse。’WhatcanIdoforhim?Ihavetogototheexpenseofabarber,I’msoshattered!HowcanIsendanybodycoins?It’shardlines,Idaresay;butdoeshethinkI’mlivingonhotmuffins?Onecomfort,’washisgrimreflection,’hecan’tcutandrun——he’sgottostay;he’sashelplessasthedead。’Andthenhebrokeforthagain:’Complains,doeshe?andhe’sneverevenheardofBentPitman!IfhehadwhatIhaveonmymind,hemightcomplainwithagoodgrace。’

Butthesewerenothonestarguments,ornotwhollyhonest;therewasastruggleinthemindofMorris;hecouldnotdisguisefromhimselfthathisbrotherJohnwasmiserablysituatedatBrowndean,withoutnews,withoutmoney,withoutbedclothes,withoutsocietyoranyentertainment;andbythetimehehadbeenshavedandpickedahastybreakfastatacoffeetavern,Morrishadarrivedatacompromise。

’PoorJohnny,’hesaidtohimself,’he’sinanawfulbox!Ican’tsendhimcoins,butI’lltellyouwhatI’lldo:I’llsendhimthePinkUn——it’llcheerJohnup;andbesides,it’lldohiscreditgoodgettinganythingbypost。’

Accordingly,onhiswaytotheleatherbusiness,whitherheproceeded(accordingtohisthriftyhabit)onfoot,Morrispurchasedanddispatchedasinglecopyofthatenliveningperiodical,towhich(inasuddenpangofremorse)headdedatrandomtheAthenaeum,theRevivalist,andthePennyPictorialWeekly。SotherewasJohnsetupwithliterature,andMorrishadlaidbalmuponhisconscience。

Asiftorewardhim,hewasreceivedinhisplaceofbusinesswithgoodnews。Orderswerepouringin;therewasarunonsomeofthebackstock,andthefigurehadgoneup。Eventhemanagerappearedelated。AsforMorris,whohadalmostforgottenthemeaningofgoodnews,helongedtosoblikealittlechild;hecouldhavecaughtthemanager(apallidmanwithstartledeyebrows)tohisbosom;hecouldhavefounditinhisgenerositytogiveacheque(forasmallsum)toeveryclerkinthecounting—house。Ashesatandopenedhislettersachorusofairyvocalistssanginhisbrain,tomostexquisitemusic,’Thiswholeconcernmaybeprofitableyet,profitableyet,profitableyet。’

Tohim,inthissunnymomentofrelief,enteraMrRodgerson,acreditor,butnotonewhowasexpectedtobepressing,forhisconnectionwiththefirmwasoldandregular。

’O,Finsbury,’saidhe,notwithoutembarrassment,’it’sofcourseonlyfairtoletyouknow——thefactis,moneyisatrifletight——Ihavesomepaperout——forthatmatter,everyone’scomplaining——andinshort——’

’Ithasneverbeenourhabit,Rodgerson,’saidMorris,turningpale。’Butgivemetimetoturnround,andI’llseewhatIcando;Idaresaywecanletyouhavesomethingtoaccount。’

’Well,that’sjustwhereis,’repliedRodgerson。’Iwastempted;

I’veletthecreditoutofMYhands。’

’Outofyourhands?’repeatedMorris。’That’splayingratherfastandloosewithus,MrRodgerson。’

’Well,Igotcent。forcent。forit,’saidtheother,’onthenail,inacertifiedcheque。’

’Cent。forcent。!’criedMorris。’Why,that’ssomethinglikethirtypercent。bonus;asingularthing!Who’stheparty?’

’Don’tknowtheman,’wasthereply。’NameofMoss。’

’AJew,’Morrisreflected,whenhisvisitorwasgone。AndwhatcouldaJewwantwithaclaimof——heverifiedtheamountinthebooks——aclaimofthreefiveeight,nineteen,ten,againstthehouseofFinsbury?Andwhyshouldhepaycent。forcent。?ThefigureprovedtheloyaltyofRodgerson——evenMorrisadmittedthat。Butitprovedunfortunatelysomethingelse——theeagernessofMoss。Theclaimmusthavebeenwantedinstantly,forthatday,forthatmorningeven。Why?ThemysteryofMosspromisedtobeafitpendanttothemysteryofPitman。’Andjustwhenallwaslookingwelltoo!’criedMorris,smitinghishanduponthedesk。

AndalmostatthesamemomentMrMosswasannounced。

MrMosswasaradiantHebrew,brutallyhandsome,andoffensivelypolite。Hewasacting,itappeared,forathirdparty;heunderstoodnothingofthecircumstances;hisclientdesiredtohavehispositionregularized;buthewouldacceptanantedatedcheque——antedatedbytwomonths,ifMrFinsburychose。

’ButIdon’tunderstandthis,’saidMorris。’Whatmadeyoupaycent。percent。forittoday?’

MrMosshadnoidea;onlyhisorders。

’Thewholethingisthoroughlyirregular,’saidMorris。’Itisnotthecustomofthetradetosettleatthistimeoftheyear。

WhatareyourinstructionsifIrefuse?’

’IamtoseeMrJosephFinsbury,theheadofthefirm,’saidMrMoss。’Iwasdirectedtoinsistonthat;itwasimpliedyouhadnostatushere——theexpressionsarenotmine。’

’YoucannotseeMrJoseph;heisunwell,’saidMorris。

’InthatcaseIwastoplacethematterinthehandsofalawyer。

Letmesee,’saidMrMoss,openingapocket—bookwith,perhaps,suspiciouscare,attherightplace——’Yes——ofMrMichaelFinsbury。Arelation,perhaps?Inthatcase,Ipresume,thematterwillbepleasantlyarranged。’

TopassintothehandsofMichaelwastoomuchforMorris。Hestruckhiscolours。Achequeattwomonthswasnothing,afterall。Intwomonthshewouldprobablybedead,orinagaolatanyrate。HebadethemanagergiveMrMossachairandthepaper。

’I’mgoingovertogetachequesignedbyMrFinsbury,’saidhe,’whoislyingillatJohnStreet。’

Acabthereandacabback;herewereinroadsonhiswretchedcapital!Hecountedthecost;whenhewasdonewithMrMosshewouldbeleftwithtwelvepence—halfpennyintheworld。Whatwasevenworse,hehadnowbeenforcedtobringhisuncleuptoBloomsbury。’NouseforpoorJohnnyinHampshirenow,’hereflected。’Andhowthefarceistobekeptupcompletelypassesme。AtBrowndeanitwasjustpossible;inBloomsburyitseemsbeyondhumaningenuity——thoughIsupposeit’swhatMichaeldoes。

Butthenhehasaccomplices——thatScotsmanandthewholegang。

Ah,ifIhadaccomplices!’

Necessityisthemotherofthearts。Underaspursoimmediate,Morrissurprisedhimselfbytheneatnessanddispatchofhisnewforgery,andwithinthree—fourthsofanhourhadhandedittoMrMoss。

’Thatisverysatisfactory,’observedthatgentleman,rising。’I

wastotellyouitwillnotbepresented,butyouhadbettertakecare。’

TheroomswamroundMorris。’What——what’sthat?’hecried,graspingthetable。Hewasmiserablyconsciousthenextmomentofhisshrilltongueandashenface。’Whatdoyoumean——itwillnotbepresented?WhyamItotakecare?Whatisallthismummery?’

’Ihavenoidea,MrFinsbury,’repliedthesmilingHebrew。’ItwasamessageIwastodeliver。Theexpressionswereputintomymouth。’

’Whatisyourclient’sname?’askedMorris。

’Thatisasecretforthemoment,’answeredMrMoss。Morrisbenttowardhim。’It’snotthebank?’heaskedhoarsely。

’Ihavenoauthoritytosaymore,MrFinsbury,’returnedMrMoss。

’Iwillwishyouagoodmorning,ifyouplease。’

’Wishmeagoodmorning!’thoughtMorris;andthenextmoment,seizinghishat,hefledfromhisplaceofbusinesslikeamadman。Threestreetsawayhestoppedandgroaned。’Lord!I

shouldhaveborrowedfromthemanager!’hecried。’Butit’stoolatenow;itwouldlookdickytogoback;I’mpenniless——simplypenniless——liketheunemployed。’

Hewenthomeandsatinthedismantleddining—roomwithhisheadinhishands。Newtonneverthoughtharderthanthisvictimofcircumstances,andyetnoclearnesscame。’Itmaybeadefectinmyintelligence,’hecried,risingtohisfeet,’butIcannotseethatIamfairlyused。ThebadluckI’vehadisathingtowritetoTheTimesabout;it’senoughtobreedarevolution。AndtheplainEnglishofthewholethingisthatImusthavemoneyatonce。I’mdonewithallmoralitynow;I’mlongpastthatstage;

moneyImusthave,andtheonlychanceIseeisBentPitman。BentPitmanisacriminal,andthereforehisposition’sweak。Hemusthavesomeofthateighthundredleft;ifhehasI’llforcehimtogoshares;andevenifhehasn’t,I’lltellhimthetontineaffair,andwithadesperatemanlikePitmanatmyback,it’llbestrangeifIdon’tsucceed。’

Wellandgood。ButhowtolayhandsuponBentPitman,exceptbyadvertisement,wasnotsoclear。Andevenso,inwhattermstoaskameeting?onwhatgrounds?andwhere?NotatJohnStreet,foritwouldneverdotoletamanlikeBentPitmanknowyourrealaddress;noryetatPitman’shouse,somedreadfulplaceinHolloway,withatrapdoorinthebackkitchen;ahousewhichyoumightenterinalightsummerovercoatandvarnishedboots,tocomeforthagainpiecemealinamarket—basket。Thatwasthedrawbackofareallyefficientaccomplice,Morrisfelt,notwithoutashudder。’IneverdreamedIshouldcometoactuallycovetsuchsociety,’hethought。Andthenabrilliantideastruckhim。WaterlooStation,apublicplace,yetatcertainhoursofthedayasolitary;aplace,besides,theverynameofwhichmustknockupontheheartofPitman,andatoncesuggestaknowledgeofthelatestofhisguiltysecrets。Morristookapieceofpaperandsketchedhisadvertisement。