This Man's Wife Part 32
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"Trampleasure shares nothing. He's a mere dummy: a bank ornament.
There, I don't say I suspect Hallam, but I cannot help seeing that he is living far beyond his means."
"But you have the books--the statements?"
"Yes; and everything is perfectly correct. I do know something about figures, and at our last audit there was not a penny wrong."
Bayle drew a breath full of relief.
"Every security, every deed was in its place, and the bank was never in a more prosperous state."
"Then of what do you complain?"
"That is what I do not know. All I know, Bayle, is that I am uneasy, and dissatisfied about him. Can you help me?"
"How can I help you?"
"Can you tell me something to set my mind at rest, and make me think that Hallam is a strictly honourable man, so that I can go off again yachting. I cannot exist away from the sea."
"I am afraid I can tell you nothing, Sir Gordon."
"Not from friend to friend?"
"I am the trusted friend of the Hallams'. I am free of their house.
They have entrusted a great deal of the education of their child to me!"
"Well, tell me this. You know the people. What do they say of Hallam in the town?"
"I have never heard an unkind word respecting him unless from disappointed people, to whom, I suppose from want of confidence in their securities, he has refused loans."
"That's praising him," said Sir Gordon. "Do the people seem to trust him?"
"Oh! certainly."
"More praise. But do they approve of his way of living? Hasn't he a lot of debts in the town?"
Bayle was silent.
"Ah! that pinches. Well, now does not that seem strange?"
"I know nothing whatever of Mr Hallam's private affairs. He may perhaps have lost his own money, and his indebtedness be due to his endeavours to recoup himself."
"Yes," said Sir Gordon, dryly. "What a lovely day!"
"It is delightful," said the curate, with a sigh of relief, as they turned back.
"I was going to start to-morrow for a run up the Norway fiords."
"Indeed; so soon?"
"Yes," said Sir Gordon, dryly; "but I am not going now."
They parted at the entrance of the town, and directly after the curate became aware of the fact that old Gemp was looking at him very intently.
He forgot it the next moment as he entered his room, to be followed directly after by his landlady, who drew his attention to a note upon the chimney-piece in Thickens's formal, clerkly hand.
"One of the school children brought this, sir; and, begging your pardon," cried the woman, colouring indignantly, "if it isn't making too bold to ask such a thing of you, sir, don't you think you might say a few words next Sunday about Poll-prying, and asking questions?"
"Really," said Bayle, smiling; "I'm afraid it would be very much out of place, Mrs Pinet."
"Well, I'm sorry you say so, sir, for the way that Gemp goes on gets to be beyond bearing. He actually stopped that child, took the letter from him, read the direction, and then asked the boy who it was from, and whether he was to wait for an answer."
"Never mind, Mrs Pinet; it is very complimentary of Mr Gemp to take so much interest in my affairs."
"It made me feel quite popped, sir," cried the woman; "but of course it be no business of mine."
Bayle read the letter, and changed colour, as he connected it with Sir Gordon's questions, for it was a request that the curate would come up and see Thickens that evening on very particular business.
VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER SIX.
JAMES THICKENS MAKES A COMMUNICATION.
"Master's in the garden feeding his fish," said the girl, as she admitted Bayle. "I'll go and tell him you're here, sir."
"No; let me go to him," said Bayle quietly.
The girl led the way down a red-bricked floored pa.s.sage, and opened a door, through which the visitor pa.s.sed, and then stood looking at the scene before him.
There was not much garden, but James Thickens was proud of it, because it was his own. It was only a strip, divided into two beds by a narrow walk of red bricks--so many laid flat with others set on edge to keep the earth from falling over, and sullying the well-scrubbed path, which was so arranged by its master that the spigot of the rain-water b.u.t.t could be turned on now and then and a birch broom brought into requisition to keep all clean.
Each bed was a ma.s.s of roses--dwarf roses that crept along the ground by the path, and then others that grew taller till the red brick wall on either side was reached, and this was clambered, surmounted, and almost completely hidden by cl.u.s.ters of small blossoms. No other flower grew in this patch of a garden; but, save in the very inclement weather, there were always buds and blossoms to be picked, and James Thickens was content.
From where Bayle stood he could just see Thickens at the hither side of the great bricked and cemented tank that extended across the bottom of his and the two adjoining gardens, while beyond was the steam-mill, where Mawson the miller had introduced that great power to work his machinery. He it was who had contrived the tank for some scheme in connection with the mill, and had then made some other plan after leading into it through a pipe the clear water of the dam on the other side of the mill, and arranging a proper exit when it should be too full. Then he had given it up as unnecessary, merely turning into it a steam-pipe, to get rid of the waste, and finally had let it to Thickens for his whim.
There was a certain prettiness about the place seen from the bank clerk's rose garden. Facing you was the quaintly-built mill, one ma.s.s of ivy from that point of view, while numberless strands ran riot along the stone edge of the tank, and hung down to kiss the water with their tips. To the left there was the great elder clump, that was a ma.s.s of creamy bloom in summer, and of cl.u.s.tering black berries in autumn, till the birds had cleared all off.
As Bayle stood looking down, he could see the bank clerk upon his knees, bending over the edge of the pool, and holding his fingers in the water.
Every now and then he took a few crumbs of broken well-boiled rice from a basin at his side, and scattered them over the pool, while, when he had done this, he held the tips of his fingers in the water.
He was so intent upon his task, that he did not hear the visitor's approach, so that when Bayle was close up, he could see the limpid water glowing with the bright scales of the golden-orange fish that were feeding eagerly in the soft evening light. Now quite a score of the brilliant metallic creatures would be making at the crumbs of rice.
Then there would be as many--quite a little shoal--that were of a soft pearly silver, while mingled with them were others that seemed laced with sable velvet or purple bands.
The secret of the hand-dipping was plain too, for, as Thickens softly placed his fingers to the surface, first one and then another would swim up and seem to kiss the ends, taking therefrom some snack of rice, to dart away directly with a flourish of the tail which set the water all a ripple, and made it flash in the evening light.
Thickens was talking to his pets, calling them by many an endearing name as they swam up, kissed his finger tips, and darted away, till, becoming conscious of the presence of some one in the garden, he started to his feet, but stooped quickly again to pick up the basin, dip a little water, rinse out the vessel, and throw its contents far and wide.
"I did not hear you come, Mr Bayle," he said hastily.
"I ought to have spoken," replied the curate gravely. "How tame your fishes are!"
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