This Man's Wife Part 46
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"What was I thinking about when I was took badly?" cried Gemp, pointing as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, about your money in the bank for aught I know!" cried the woman.
"Ha!"
The old man clapped his hands to his forehead, and held them there for a few minutes, staring straight before him at the bed-room wall.
He had uttered that e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n so sharply that the woman started, and recoiled from him, in ignorance of the fact that she had touched the key-note that had set the fibres of his memory athrill.
"Why, what's come to you?" she said. "Sakes, man, you're not worse?"
Old Gemp did not reply for a few moments. Then, stretching out one hand, and pointing at his nurse:
"Go and fetch doctor. Go at once! Quick, I say, quick!"
The woman stared in alarm for a few moments, and then, catching her bonnet and shawl from a nail, she hurriedly put them on and went out.
"And I've been a-lying here," panted Gemp, sliding his legs out of bed, and dressing himself quickly. "I remember now. I know. And perhaps all gone--deeds, writings--all gone. I knew there was something wrong-- I knew there was something wrong!"
In five minutes he was out in the street, and had reached his friend the tailor, who stared aghast at him at first, but as soon as he heard his words blazed up as if fire had been applied to tow, and then subsided with a cunning look.
"Let's keep it quiet, neighbour," he said; "and go to-morrow morning, and see what we can do with Hallam. Ah!" he cried, as a thought flashed across his mind, "he has not been at the bank these three or four days.
You're right, neighbour, there is something wrong."
Just at that moment, seeing the door open, another neighbour stepped in, heard the last words, and saw Gemp's wild, miserly face agitated by the horror of his loss.
"What's wrong?" he cried.
"Wrong? That scoundrel Hallam! that thief! that--"
The new-comer started.
"Don't say there's owt wrong wi' Dixons'!" he panted.
"Yes, yes!" cried Gemp. "My deeds! my writings! I saw parson and Thickens busy together. They were tackling Hallam when I was took badly. Hallam's a rogue! I warned you all--a rogue! a rogue! See how he has been going on!"
"Neighbour," groaned the new-comer, "they've got all I have in the world up yonder in the bank."
"Oh, but it can't be true," said the tailor, with a struggle to catch at a straw of hope.
"_Ay_, but it is true," said the last comer, whose face was ghastly; "and I'm a ruined man."
"Nay, nay, wait a bit. P'r'aps Hallam has only been ill."
"Ill? It was he, then, I'll swear, I saw to-night, walk by me in a cloak and cap. He were going off. Neighbours, are we to sit still and bear a thing like this?"
"I'll hev my writings! I'll hev my writings!" cried Gemp hoa.r.s.ely, as he clawed at the air with his trembling hands.
"Is owt wrong?" said a fresh voice, and another of the Castor tradesmen sauntered in, pipe in mouth.
In another minute he knew all they had to tell and the light was indeed now applied to the tow. Reason and common-sense were thrown to the winds, and a wild, selfish madness took their place.
Dixons', the stable, the most substantial house in the county, the stronghold where the essence of all the property for miles round was kept, was now a bank of straw; and the flame ran from house to house like the wildfire that it was. Had an enemy invaded the place, or the fire that burns, there could not have been greater consternation. The stability of the bank touched so many; while, as the news flew from mouth to mouth, hundreds who had not a s.h.i.+lling in the bank, never had, nor ever would have, took up the matter with the greatest indignation, and joined in the excitement, and seemed the most aggrieved.
There was nothing to go upon but the old man's suspicion; but that spark had been enough to light the fire of popular indignation, and before long, in the midst of a score of different proposals, old Gemp started for the bank, supported by his two nearest neighbours, and across the dim market-place the increasing crowd made its way.
Mr Trampleasure was smoking his evening cigar on the step of the private door. The cigar, a present from Sir Gordon: the permission to smoke it there a present from Mrs Trampleasure.
He heard wonderingly the noise of tumult, saw the crowd approaching, and prudently went in and shut and bolted the doors, going up to a window to parley with the crowd, as the bell was rung furiously, and some one beat at the door of the bank with a stick.
"What is it?" he said.
"My deeds! my writings!" cried Gemp. "I want my deeds!"
"Who's that? Mr Gemp? My dear sir, the bank's closed, as you know.
Come to-morrow morning."
"No, no! Give the man his deeds. Here, break down the door!" cried a dozen voices; and the rough element that was to be found in King's Castor, as well as elsewhere, uttered a shout, and began to kick at the panels.
"Come away, Gemp. We shall get nothing if these fellows break in."
"Look here!" cried a shrill voice at the window; and there was a cessation of the noise, as Mrs Trampleasure leaned out. "We've got pistols and blunderbusses here, as you all know, and if you don't be off, we shall fire."
"Open the doors then," cried a rough voice.
"We haven't got the keys. Mr Thickens keeps them."
There was a shout at this, for the crowd, like all crowds, was ready to s.n.a.t.c.h at a change, and away they ran towards the mill.
In five minutes though, they were tearing back, failing to find Thickens; and a cry had been raised by the man with the rough voice, and one of the poorest idlers of the town, the keenest redresser of wrong now.
"Hallam's! To Hallam's!" he yelled. "Hev him out, lads. We'll hev him out. Hurray, lads, come on!"
The tradesmen and depositors at Dixons' Bank looked aghast now at the mischief done. They saw how they had opened a crack in the dam, and that the crack had widened, the dam had given way, and the turbulent waters were about to carry all before them.
It was in vain to speak, for the indignant poor were in the front, and the tailor, Gemp, and others who had been the leaders in the movement found themselves in a pitiful minority, and were ready to retreat.
But that was impossible. They were in the crowd, and were carried with them across the market-place and down the street, to Hallam's house, where they beat and thumped at the door.
There was no answer for a few minutes, and they beat and roared. Then some one threw a stone and smashed a pane of gla.s.s. This earned a cheer, and a shower of stones followed, the panes s.h.i.+vering and tinkling down inside and out of the house.
Millicent was wrong when she said that Thisbe had gone to bed, for that worthy was having what she called a quiet read in her room, and now as the windows were breaking, and Millicent was s.h.i.+elding Julie whom, half-awake, she had just dressed, there was an increase in the roar, for Thisbe had gone down, more indignant than alarmed, and thrown open the door.
Then there was a dead silence, the silence of surprise, as Thisbe stood in the doorway, and as a great hulking lad strove to push by her, struck him a sounding slap on the face.
There was a yell of laughter at this, and silence again, as the woman spoke.
"What do you want?" she cried boldly.
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