Demos Part 96
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'Arry Mutimer, not long after he left his mother's house for good, by chance met Rodman in the City. Presuming on old acquaintance, he accosted the man of business with some familiarity; it was a chance of getting much-needed a.s.sistance once more. But Rodman was not disposed to renew the a.s.sociation He looked into 'Arry's face with a blank stare, asked contemptuously, 'Who are you?' and pursued his walk.
'Arry hoped that he might some day have a chance of being even with Mr.
Rodman.
As indeed he had. One evening towards the end of February, 'Arry was loafing about Brixton. He knew a certain licensed victualler in those parts, a man who had ere now given him casual employment, and after a day of fasting he trudged southwards to see if his friend would not at all events be good for a gla.s.s of beer and a hunch of bread and cheese.
Perhaps he might also supply the coppers to pay for a bed in the New Cut. To his great disappointment, the worthy victualler was away from home; the victualler's wife had no charitable tendencies. 'Arry whined to her, but only got for an answer that times was as 'ard with her as with anyone else. The representative of unemployed labour went his way despondently, hands thrust deep in pockets, head slouching forwards, shoulders high up against the night blast.
He was pa.s.sing a chemist's shop, when a customer came out He recognised Rodman. After a moment's uncertainty he made up his mind to follow him, wondering how Rodman came to be in this part of London. Keeping at a cautious distance, he saw him stop at a small house and enter it by aid of a latchkey.
'Why, he lives there!' 'Arry exclaimed to himself. 'What's the meanin'
o' this go?'
Rodman, after all, had seriously come down in the world, then. It occurred to 'Arry that he might do worse than pay his sister a visit; Alice could not be hard-hearted enough to refuse him a few coppers. But the call must be made at an hour when Rodman was away. Presumably that would be some time after eight in the morning.
Our unconventional friend walked many miles that night. It was one way of keeping warm, and there was always a possibility of aid from one or other of the acquaintances whom he sought. The net result of the night's campaign was half-a-pint of 'four-half.' The front of a draper's shop in Kennington tempted him sorely; he pa.s.sed it many times, eyeing the rolls of calico and flannel exposed just outside the doorway. But either courage failed him or there was no really good opportunity. Midnight found him still without means of retiring to that familiar lodging in the New Cut. At half-past twelve sleet began to fall. He discovered a very dark corner of a very dark slum, curled himself against the wall, and slept for a few hours in defiance of wind and weather.
'Arry was used to this kind of thing. On the whole he deemed it preferable to the life he would have led at his mother's.
By eight o'clock next morning he was back in Brixton, standing just where he could see the house which Rodman had entered, without himself attracting attention. Every rag on his back was soaked; he had not eaten a mouthful for thirty hours. After such a run of bad luck perhaps something was about to turn up.
But it was ten o'clock before Rodman left home. 'Arry had no feeling left in any particle of his body. Still here at length was the opportunity of seeing Alice. He waited till Rodman was out of sight, then went to the door and knocked.
It was Clara who opened the door. Seeing 'Arry, she took him for a beggar, shook her head, and was closing the door against him, when she heard--
'Is Mrs. Rodman in, mum?'
'Mrs.--who?'
'Mrs. Rodman.'
Clara's eyes flashed as they searched his face.
'What do you want with Mrs. Rodman?'
'Want to see her, mum.'
'Do you know her when you see her?'
'Sh' think I do,' replied 'Arry with a grin. But he thought it prudent to refrain from explanation.
'How do you know she lives here?'
''Cause I just see her 'usband go out.'
Clara hesitated a moment, then bade him enter. She introduced him to a parlour on the ground floor. He stood looking uneasily about him. The habits of his life made him at all times suspicious.
'Mrs. Rodman doesn't live here,' Clara began, lowering her voice and making a great effort to steady it.
'Oh, she don't?' replied 'Arry, beginning to discern that something was wrong.
'Can you tell me what you want with her?'
He looked her in the eyes and again grinned.
'Dare say I could if it was made worth my while.'
She took a purse from her pocket and laid half-a-crown on the table. Her hand shook.
'I can't afford more than that. You shall have it if you tell me the truth.'
'Arry took counsel with himself for an instant. Probably there was no more to be got, and he saw from the woman's agitation that he had come upon some mystery. The chance of injuring Rodman was more to him than several half-crowns.
'I won't ask more,' he said, 'if you'll tell me who _you_ are. That's fair on both sides, eh?'
'My name is Mrs. Williamson.'
'Oh? And might it 'appen that Mr. Rodman calls himself Mr. Williamson when it suits him?'
'I don't know what you mean,' she replied hurriedly. 'Tell me who it is you call Mrs. Rodman.'
'I don't _call_ her so. That's her married name. She's my sister.'
The door opened. Both turned their heads and saw Rodman. He had come back for a letter he had forgotten to take with him to post At a glance he saw everything, including the half-crown on the table, which 'Arry instantly seized. He walked forward, throwing a murderous look at Clara as he pa.s.sed her. Then he said to 'Arry, in a perfectly calm voice--
'There's the door.'
'I see there is,' the other replied, grinning. 'Good-mornin', Mr. Rodman Williamson.'
Husband and wife faced each other as soon as the front door slammed.
Clara was a tigress; she could not be terrified as Alice might have been by scowls and savage threats. Rodman knew it, and knew, moreover, that his position was more perilous than any he had been in for a long time.
'What do you know?' he asked quietly.
'Enough to send you to prison, Mr. Rodman. You can't do _quite_ what you like! If there's law in this country I'll see you punished!'
He let her rave for a minute or two, and by that time had laid his plans.
'Will you let me speak? Now I give you a choice. Either you can do as you say, or you can be out of this country, with me and Jack, before to-morrow morning. In a couple of hours I can get more money than you ever set eyes on; I'll be back here with it'--he looked at his watch--'by one o'clock. No, that wouldn't be safe either--that fellow might send someone here by then. I'll meet you on Westminster Bridge, the north end, at one. Now you've a minute to choose; he may have gone straight away to the police station. Punish me if you like--I don't care a curse. But it seems to me the other thing's got more common sense in it I haven't seen that woman for a month, and never care to see her again. I don't care over much for you either; but I do care for Jack, and for his sake I'll take you with me, and do my best for you. It's no good looking at me like a wild beast You've sense enough to make a choice.'
She clasped her hands together and moaned, so dreadful was the struggle in her between pa.s.sions and temptations and fears. The mother's heart bade her trust him; yet _could_ she trust him to go and return?
'You have the cunning of a devil,' she groaned, 'and as little heart!
Let you go, when you only want the chance of deserting me again!'
'You'll have to be quick,' he replied, holding his watch in his hand, and smiling at the compliment in spite of his very real anxiety. 'There may be no choice in a minute or two.'
'I'll go with you now; I'll follow you where you go to get the money!'
Demos Part 96
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