Charlotte's Inheritance Part 45
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What had he to fear?
Detection of a past crime? No, that was a fool's terror which shook him at the sound of Tom Halliday's name--a child's fear of the nursery bogie.
Detection in the present was more to be dreaded. The work that he had done was, according to his belief, work that could not be proved against him. But there are crimes of which to be accused is to be condemned.
Lawyers may plead, and juries may acquit; but the fiat of public opinion goes forth against the suspected wretch, and on _his_ forehead for ever shows the dark brand of Cain.
For the criminal of almost every shade of colour, save this one dread hue, society has a sanctuary and earth a refuge. The forger may find a circle in which the signing of another man's name, under the pressure of circ.u.mstances, is held to be a misfortune rather than an offence. The swindler has the gentlemanly brotherhood and sisterhood of Macaire for his family, and need never be lonely. The thief may dance away his jovial nights among kindred spirits, and be carried to his grave by sorrowing fellow-artists. The coiner may be jolly in his hiding-place among his chosen band of brother coiners. But for the murderer there is no such thing as human sympathy; and, when the blood of Nancy dyes his cruel hand, Bill Sykes may thank G.o.d if he has a dog that will follow him to his wretched end, for from mankind he can hope nothing.
Mr. Sheldon did not contemplate his position from any sentimental point of view; but he told himself that to be suspected of having poisoned his friend, and to be accused of poisoning, or attempting to poison, his daughter, would be ruin--ruin social and commercial, ruin complete and irretrievable.
And having faced one of these dread armed antagonists, he pa.s.sed on to another shadowy enemy.
What if Charlotte recovered, and he escaped the taint of uttered suspicion--for Dr. Jedd's private opinion he cared very little--what then?
Then the grim antagonist lifted his visor, and showed him the countenance of Commercial Disgrace.
Unless within the next few weeks he could command from eight to ten thousand pounds, his disgrace as a member of the Stock Exchange was inevitable. Charlotte's death would give him the means of raising as much upon the policies of a.s.surance obtained by her, and which, by the terms of her will, he would inherit. The life-insurance people might be somewhat slow to settle his claims; but he had all possible facilities for the raising of money upon any tangible security, and he could count upon immediate cash, in the event of Charlotte's death.
But what if she should not die? What if this nameless languor, this mysterious atrophy, taken vigorously in hand by Dr. Jedd, should be vanquished, and the girl should live?
What indeed? A sharp spasm contracted the stockbroker's hard cold face as he pictured to himself the result of failure.
He saw the crowd of busy faces in the House, and heard the low hum of many voices, and the dull sound of the big half-gla.s.s doors swinging to and fro, and the constant tread of hurrying feet. He heard the buzz of voices and the tramp of feet stop as suddenly as if that busy tide of human life had been arrested by an enchanter's wand. The enchanter is no other than the head-waiter of the Stock Exchange, who takes his position by a stand in the midst of that great meeting-place, and removes his hat.
After that sudden silence comes a faint sound of anxious whisperings; and then again a second silence, still more profound, prevails in that a.s.sembly. Three times, with wooden hammer sounding dull against the woodwork of his stand, the waiter raps his awful rap. To some it is the call of doom. The commercial Nemesis hides her awful countenance. Slow and solemn sound those three deliberate strokes of the wooden hammer. You can hear the stertorous breathing of an apoplectic stockbroker, the short panting respiration of some eager speculator--the rest is silence. And then the voice of the waiter--proxy for the commercial Nemesis--calmly enunciates the dread decree.
"Philip Sheldon begs to inform the members of the House that he cannot comply with his bargains."
A sudden flutter of the leaves of many note-books follows that awful announcement. Voices rise loud in united utterance of surprise or indignation. The doors swing to and fro, as hurrying members dash in and out to scan the market and ascertain how far they may be affected by this unlooked-for failure.
This was the scene which the watcher pictured to himself; and for him Fate could wear no aspect more terrible. Respectability, solvency, success--these were the idols to which he had given wors.h.i.+p and tribute in all the days of his life. To propitiate these inexorable ones he had sacrificed all the dearest and best blessings which earth and heaven offer to mankind. Best or happiness, as other men consider these blessings, he had never known; the sense of triumph in success of the present, the feverish expectation of success in the future--these had stood to him in the place of love and hope, pleasure and idlesse, all the joys and comforts of this lower world, and all the holy dreams of purer pleasures in a world to come.
One vague brief thought of all that he had sacrificed flashed across his brain; and swift upon his track followed the thought of what he stood to lose.
Something more than his position upon the Stock Exchange was at stake. He had done desperate things in the vain hope of sustaining that position against the destroying sweep of Fortune's turning tide. Bills were afloat which he must meet, or stand before the world a detected forger,--bills drawn upon companies that were shadowy as the regions of their supposed operations. Bills amounting to five thousand pounds, drawn, upon the Honduras Mahogany Company, Limited; other bills amounting to upwards of three thousand pounds, against the Pennsylvanian Anthracite Coal Corporation, Limited. The sum he might raise on the policies of insurance would about cover these bills; and, simultaneously with their withdrawal, fresh bills might be floated, and the horse-leech cry of the brokers for contango might be satisfied until there came a reaction in the City, and the turning tide should float him into some harbour of safety. Beyond this harbour shone a splendid beacon, the dead girl's inheritance--his, to claim by right of the same will that would give him the sum insured upon her life.
Without this immediate ready money there was no extraction from the hideous labyrinth. His position had been already too long sustained by bills of exchange. There were people in the City who wanted, in vulgar parlance, to see the colour of his money. He knew this--and knew how frail the tenure by which he held his position, and how dire the crash which would hurl him down to ruin.
After the proclamation of his inability to meet his differences--the Deluge: and, looking gloomily athwart the flood and tempest, he saw neither ark nor Ararat.
Charlotte's death was the one chance of redemption; and to that event he looked as to a figure in a mathematical proposition. Of this girl herself, with all her wealth of beauty and goodness, of hope and love, he had scarcely any definite idea. She had so long been no more to him than an important figure in the mathematics of his life, that he had lost the power to behold her in any other light.
The hardness of his nature was something lower than absolute cruelty of heart. It was less human than the half-insane ferocity of a Nero. It was a calm indifference to the waste of human life, which, displayed upon a larger field of operation, would have made a monster cold and pa.s.sionless as Sphinx or Chimaera.
"I must see Ann Woolper," he said to himself, presently, "she will not dare to exclude me from that room."
He listened to the striking of the Bayswater clocks. Two o'clock. Within and without the house reigned a profound silence. The room immediately over Mr. Sheldon's study was Charlotte's room, and here there had been for a long time no sound of life or movement.
"Asleep, I dare say," muttered Mr. Sheldon, "invalid and nurse both."
He exchanged his boots for slippers, which he kept in a little cupboard below the bookshelves, among old newspapers, and went softly from the room. The gas was burning dimly on the stairs and on the landing above.
He opened the door of the invalid's room softly, and went in.
Mrs. Woolper was seated beside the bed. She looked up at him with unwinking eyes.
"I thought you was abed, sir," she said.
"No; I am too anxious to sleep."
"I think every one is anxious, sir," Mrs. Woolper answered, gravely.
"How is your patient?"
The pretty white curtains of the little bra.s.s Arabian bedstead were drawn.
"She is asleep, sir. She sleeps a great deal. The doctor said that was only natural."
"She has taken her medicine, I suppose?" said Mr. Sheldon.
He glanced round the room as he asked this question, but could see no trace of medicine-bottle or gla.s.s.
"Yes, sir; she has taken it twice, the poor dear."
"Let me look at the medicine."
"The strange doctor said as I was to let no one touch it, sir."
"Very likely; but that direction doesn't apply to me."
"He said no one, sir."
"You are an old fool!" muttered Mr. Sheldon, savagely.
"Ah no, sir," the housekeeper answered, with a profound sigh; "I am wiser than I was when poor Mr. Halliday died."
This answer, and the sigh, and the look of solemn sadness which accompanied it, told him that this woman knew all. She had suspected him long ago; but against her unsupported suspicion the mere force of his character had prevailed. She was wiser now; for on this occasion suspicion was confirmed by the voice of science.
He stood for a few minutes looking at his old nurse, with a dark moody face. What could he feel except supreme indignation against this woman, who dared to oppose him when he had the best right to rely on her faithful service? She had promised him her fidelity, and at the first hint from a stranger she coolly deserted him and went over to the enemy.
"Do you mean to say that you refuse to let me look at the medicine which you have been giving to my stepdaughter?" he asked.
"I mean to say that I will obey the orders given me by the strange doctor," the old woman answered, with a calm sadness of tone, "even if it turns you against me--you that have given me a comfortable home when there was nothing before me but the workhouse; you that I carried in my arms forty years ago. If it was anything less than her dear life that was in danger, sir, and if I hadn't stood by her father's deathbed, I couldn't stand against you like this. But knowing what I do, I will stand firm as a rock between you and her; and think myself all the more truly your faithful servant because I do not fear to offend you."
"That's so much arrant humbug, Mrs. Woolper. I suppose you've made your book with Miss Halliday and Miss Halliday's lover, and think you can serve your turn best by sticking to them and throwing me over the bridge.
It's only the way of the world. You're genuine Yorks.h.i.+re, and know how to pack your cards for winning the trick. But suppose I were to spoil your game by turning you out of doors neck and crop? What then?"
"I don't think you'll do that, sir."
"Why not, pray?"
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