The Red Derelict Part 28

"That would be very considerate of you," laughed the Squire. "I begged you not to be too moderate."

"And I haven't met your wishes, Squire. Thirty thou, is a substantial figure, but it is a mere half-crown to the Wagrams of Hilversea. It's surprising how much I know about the family and its circ.u.mstances, you see. Nearly ruined in fines for persistent recusancy under the penal laws, a lucky speculation or two in building-land and coal mines made it a millionaire over and over again. That's correct, I think, Squire?"

"Nearly."

"And all this for the benefit of Everard--'Butcher Ned,' we used to call him--never mind why. Well, I'm truly glad it needn't go to him after all. So we'll consider my terms accepted, eh, Squire?"

"Not so fast--not quite so fast. You don't seem to realise, Mr Develin Hunt, what an exceedingly perilous position you have placed yourself in.

How do you know, for instance, that there are not those present, unseen by you, who have been taking down every word of our conversation?"

The adventurer laughed easily.

"Oh, as to that, I know it; because Grantley Wagram of Hilversea is considerably too complete a gentleman to admit the secret presence of a third party at a confidential conversation."

In spite of the momentous issues at stake the consummate a.s.surance of this man tickled the old Squire's diplomatic soul.

"I don't know. There is such a thing as fighting the devil with fire-- no play on your somewhat peculiar name intended, Mr Hunt," he parenthesised, with a smile. "And the fact remains that you have been demanding money from me--a large sum--very civilly, I admit,"--with a courtly wave of the hand--"but still demanding it by a threat. That, as I reminded you on the occasion of our first meeting, means in this country a long term of penal servitude."

"For me?"

"For whom else?"

"For Everard."

Even the cool old diplomat felt his cheeks go waxen, nor could he repress a slight gasp. He remembered the other's a.s.sertion on a former occasion--to the effect that he had a hold upon Everard--and, bearing in mind Everard and his propensities, he thought it very likely to be true.

"For Everard," repeated the adventurer. "Every year that it would mean for me it would mean two for Everard; indeed, it is possible--I don't say certain, mind--that it might result in something shorter, sharper, and much quicker over, but--more irrevocable."

The other felt himself growing paler still. A hopeless, beaten feeling came upon him now. Curiously enough, he was not without a consciousness of appreciation of the courteous way in which this man urged his demands. There was nothing of the common, bullying insolence of the blackmailer about him. He might almost have been a disinterested friend urging a certain course for the good of the family.

"Do you mind opening that window a little, Mr Hunt?" he said. "I do believe I really am getting old."

"Delighted, Squire," said the adventurer with alacrity. "Getting old!"

as he returned to his seat, "why, you are not even beginning to get old; or, if you are, all I can say is that many a much younger man would be glad to do so on the same terms. But, in any case, why add another anxiety--a totally unnecessary anxiety--to your afternoon of life, and all for a paltry thirty thousand pounds, which, as I said before, can only be, relatively, a mere half-crown to you?"

"That's all very well; but what guarantee have I that it would end there?"

"I would give you an undertaking, cautiously worded, of course, to make no further demand upon you, nor upon anybody after you, for another farthing."

"Legally, not worth the paper it's written on," said the Squire.

"I'm afraid that's so; still, it would make a very strong piece of presumptive evidence against me if I did fail to keep my word. You may trust me this time. I don't profess to be a saint or angel, I own to having done some pretty tough things in my time, but one thing I never have done, and that is to go back on a fair, square, and honest deal.

Think of your son, Squire--Wagram, I mean--I have seen him more than once, not always when he has seen me. By the way, he turned me off here once when I was trespa.s.sing, but he did it in such a nice way, as between one gentleman and another. He's a fine fellow--a splendid fellow--and I've heard a good deal more about him than I've seen. Well, isn't it a thousand pities that life should be ruined for him, and his son after him--I have seen him too, by-the-by--and all because you can't bring yourself to look at things from my standpoint, which is that necessity has no law?"

There was silence for a few moments. In saying that he had seen more of Wagram than the latter knew Develin Hunt was speaking no more than the truth. He had noted the quiet happiness of the man's flawless life, had gleaned some idea of his intense joy of possession, and had done so with considerable satisfaction in that it would all go to further his own plans. No man living, he argued, would think twice as to what his action would be when called upon to choose between paying down what was, relatively speaking, an inconsiderable sum and throwing up his possessions and his name, and the name of his son after him--and to the case of this one was added an almost unlimited power for good. To do so would be the action of a stark, staring, raving lunatic, and it was abundantly certain Wagram was not that.

"Well, Squire, now is the time to make up your mind. It is important that I should go up to London to-night, and unless I take your cheque for twenty-five thousand with me I shall be under the necessity of postponing my departure for a day or two and applying to your son Wagram. I believe he would gladly give double the amount. Think! it is to save his name--his name, mind--and his son's after him."

The old man felt beaten. It was not the money value that afflicted him; he would cheerfully have parted with double the amount if by so doing he could close the other's mouth for ever, but he doubted whether in any case he could do this for long. Sooner or later Hunt would come down upon him for more--it was the way of blackmailers for all time--nor did he in the least believe this one would keep his undertaking to make no further demand. And this disreputable adventurer had the power to hold a sword over Wagram's head indefinitely. He remembered as a far-off thing his agreement with Monsignor Culham--here in this very room--not to give this man another s.h.i.+lling. Yet now matters looked differently; he felt himself cornered beyond all hope of deliverance.

"Give me the undertaking you mentioned just now," he said at last. "Sit down there and draw it up," pointing to another writing-table.

"No need, Squire, I have it here all ready; I knew we should come to terms. Here it is, and you may rely upon my adhering to it rigidly."

He produced a paper with some writing on it as the Squire, slowly unlocking a drawer, produced his chequebook. A moment more and the adventurer could hardly contain his exultation. A cheque for 25,000 pounds was in his hand.

"It will be a satisfaction for you to see me sign this yourself, Squire," and stooping over the writing-table he affixed his signature.

As he did so the door opened, admitting Wagram.

Even had the latter no other reason for coming in, then one glance at his father's face would have told him that something was very wrong indeed. The Squire seemed to have aged by twenty years.

"Ah, good-morning, Mr Wagram," said the adventurer cheerily, looking up.

"Your father and I have just been getting through a little piece of business together, and we have got through it with complete satisfaction to both parties. Yes; to both parties," he repeated emphatically.

"May I ask its nature? My father's business affairs are mine in there days."

"Ah, but not this one--no, not this one. It's an exception, believe me," was the answer, accompanied by a pleasant laugh. "And now I think I will say good-bye."

"One moment, Mr Develin Hunt," said Wagram, "but I fear I must detain you a little longer, there is something that needs explanation."

The other looked at the tall form, literally barring his way, and a ghastly misgiving was upon him. The cheque for 25,000 pounds--would he be forced to disgorge? But he replied, easily, pleasantly:

"Quite a mistake. No explanation needed. Is there, Squire?"

Wagram looked sharply at his father, whose only answer was a feebly-a.s.senting headshake.

"Ah, but there is," he resumed. "For instance, there is one remark you made just now to the effect that I would gladly give double the amount to save my name, and that of my son after me. Now, that remark does emphatically need explaining."

"You heard that?" said the adventurer shortly.

"Couldn't help it. This room is only one storey from ground. Given an open window and still autumn air, and--"

Develin Hunt mentally ground his teeth and cursed. So it was with a purpose the Squire had asked him to open the window! As a matter of real fact, this was not the case. Oh, the old fox, with all his blandness and soft sawder! He felt vicious.

"That all you heard?" he said shortly.

"Enough, wasn't it? Now, will you kindly tell me in what way my name needs saving; for, looking back, though I have been through hard times, I cannot--thank G.o.d--call to mind any instance of having ever disgraced it."

The adventurer felt a wave of intense relief. This was how Wagram had read his words! Well, he would rea.s.sure him on that point; perhaps he might even yet save the situation.

"No! no! no!" he said emphatically. "Great Scott! Mr Wagram, but you've got hold of the wrong end of the stick there. Why, your name stands on a pedestal all around here, and, if you will allow me to say so, it thoroughly deserves to. Now, be advised by me. Leave this affair alone. It is between myself and your father, and reflects discredit upon n.o.body named Wagram--take my word for that."

You see, he was plausible, almost persuasive, this rough-and-tumble West African adventurer. But Wagram shook his head.

"Not satisfactory," he said. "I still demand to know in what way my name needs 'saving'--and that of my son after me, you added."

"You demand?"