Lady Maude's Mania Part 25

"Diphoos," said her ladys.h.i.+p, "I had hoped that your visit to purer atmospheres taken at the expense of your papa would have had a more refining influence upon you."

"So it has," said Tom, sharply; "but if you keep on making use of that worn-out cad's name, I must swear, so there."

Her ladys.h.i.+p did not reply, but pointed to the bell, and Lord Barmouth dropped the hand with which he was about to caress his leg, toddled across the room and rang, surrept.i.tiously feeling in one of his pockets directly after to see if something was safe.

Tryphie Wilders crossed to her cousin and took her hand, whispering a few consolatory words, while her ladys.h.i.+p played the heaving billow a little as she settled herself in her chair in a most magisterial manner.

"Robbins," said her ladys.h.i.+p, as the butler entered, "has that gentleman arrived?"

"Been here five minutes, my lady. He is in his lords.h.i.+p's study."

"Show him up, Robbins, and we are at home to no one until he is gone."

The butler bowed, went out, and returned with a tall, rather ungainly man in black, who had something of the appearance of a country carpenter who had taken to preaching. He had a habit of b.u.t.toning his black coat up tightly, with the consequence that it made a great many wrinkles round his body, and though he was fully six feet high, you felt that these wrinkles were caused by a kind of contraction, his body being of the nature of concertina bellows, and that you might pull him out to a most amazing extent.

He favoured this conceit, too, by being very cartilaginous in the spine, and softly pressing his hands to his breast, and bowing and undulating gently in different directions to the party a.s.sembled in the room.

"Hang him!" muttered Tom, scowling at the new comer. "He looks, as if he were in training for a spiral spring. Who the deuce is he?"

"Tom," whispered his lords.h.i.+p, "that man makes me feel queer; get some brandy and soda in your room after he has gone."

Tom favoured his father with a peculiar wink, and the old gentleman felt in his pockets once more, to be sure that he had not flung something out with his handkerchief.

"Mr Irkle, I think?" said her ladys.h.i.+p, blandly.

"Hurkle, my lady," said the new arrival, bowing. "Hurkle and Slant, Murley Court, Obun."

"Oban?" said her ladys.h.i.+p; "I thought your place of business was in town."

"Yes, my lady, Obun, W.C., near top o' Charn-shery Lane."

"Go it, old chap," said Tom; "never mind the H's."

"Tom, be silent."

"All right!"

"I think we need no preliminaries, Mr Hurkle," said her ladys.h.i.+p.

"Perhaps you will favour me by reading a few notes from your diary."

"Thank you, my lady, yes, certainly," said the new arrival, taking out a large flat pocket-book, and then getting into difficulties with his gloves and hat, setting the latter down upon a chair and putting the former in his pocket, then altering his mind, and taking the gloves out of his pocket, dropping one, and putting the other in his hat, which he took up and placed under the chair instead of upon it. Then he had to pick up the stray glove and put it in his pocket, evidently feeling uneasy directly after because he had not put it in his hat, but not liking to make a fresh alteration.

He now coughed behind the pocket-book very respectfully, opened it, turned over a few leaves, drew out a pencil, and laid it across, so as not to lose the place, coughed again, and said--

"Your ladys.h.i.+p would like me to begin at the beginning?"

"Certainly, Mr Hurkle," said her ladys.h.i.+p with dignity; and then with Maude sitting with her eyes half-closed, Tom walking up and down the room, and Lord Barmouth looking very much troubled and caressing his leg, the visitor coughed again, and began in a low subdued tone indicative of the secrecy of his mission.

"'Thursday, twelft. Called into Lady Barmouth's'"--no mention was made of Lord Barmouth whatever--"'Portland Place. Private inquiry. No expense to be spared.'"

"I think you may omit all that part, Mr Hurkle," said her ladys.h.i.+p, graciously.

"Thank you, my lady. Hem!" said the visitor, going on reading.

"'Decided to take up case myself, Mr Slant being in Paris'--That is the end of that entry, my lady."

"Thank you," said her ladys.h.i.+p, bowing, and Tom began to whistle softly, and to wonder what the man would say if he kicked his hat across the room like a football.

"'Friday, thirteent,'" continued the visitor, turning over a leaf.

"Hem!" His cough seemed to be brought on by the fact that he was in the presence of the n.o.bility, and it troubled him slightly as he went on--"'Melton, Charles, Esquire, 150 Duke Street, Saint James. Went out with bull-dog, 10:50, Burlington Arcade, Gardens, Vigo Street, Regent Street, Portland Place, Upper Gimp Street. Must have got into house there. Missed. Took up clue in Duke Street 2:30. Came back.

Admiration Club. Back home at 11:30,'--That is the second entry, my lady."

"Thank you, Mr Hurkle--proceed," said her ladys.h.i.+p; and Lord Barmouth yawned so loudly that her ladys.h.i.+p turned upon him with a portentous frown.

"'Sat.u.r.day, fourteent,' Hem!" said Mr Hurkle. "'Met C.M. in Strand.

Followed to hosier's shop; stayed ten minutes--gloves. Went west.

Cosmo Club. Stayed an hour. Came out. Walked to Barker's, Jermyn Street,' Hem!"

Mr Hurkle looked up after coughing apologetically.

"Barker's--notorious gambling house, my lady."

"Bos.h.!.+" said Tom. "Fellows play a friendly game of pool sometimes."

"I must request that you will not interrupt, Lord Diphoos," said her ladys.h.i.+p, sternly.

"Time to interrupt when I'm called upon to listen to a c.o.c.k-and-bull story like this," cried Tom. "Barker's isn't a notorious gambling house."

Mr Hurkle raised his eyebrows and then his hand to his lips, and said "Hem!"

"May I ask how you know?" said her ladys.h.i.+p.

"Been there myself, hundreds of times," said Tom, st.u.r.dily.

"Oh!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed her ladys.h.i.+p; and that "Oh!" was wonderful in the meaning it expressed. For it seemed to say, "I thought as much! That accounts for the amount of money squandered away!" and her ladys.h.i.+p gazed at her son from between her half-closed lids as she said aloud, "Go on, Mr Hurkle, if you please."

"Hem! 'Left Barker's at eleven Pee Hem. Returned to Duke Street.'

That is the whole of the third entry, my lady."

"Thank you. Proceed."

"Eleven o'clock, eh?" said Tom. "Well, very respectable time."

"Be silent, if you please, sir. Continue, Mr Hurkle."

"'Sunday, fifteent. Went out at three. To Barker's, Jermyn Street.'"

"Hum! Gambling house on a Sunday," said her ladys.h.i.+p, sarcastically.

"Continue, Mr Hurkle."