Blind Policy Part 27

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"You are not offended at my leaving you?"

"No, absurd!" cried Chester, hastily. "I have had a good deal of trouble lately, and my nerves have been shaken."

"Your nerves have been shaken?" said the old man, gazing at him in a peculiar way.

"Yes," said Chester; "but another day you must let me come; and perhaps you can tell me a little more about your neighbours."

The old man smiled sadly.

"Ah!" he said, "I am growing old and garrulous, and I have bored you, as you young people call it. You will not come again."

"Indeed, I will," cried Chester, holding out his hand to take his host's, which was extended unwillingly, and felt like ice. "Oh yes, I will come to-morrow or the next day. This is no paltry excuse. You may trust me."

"Ah, well, I will," said the old man, who seemed to be satisfied with his scrutiny. "Pray come, then, and put up with my strange, unworldly ways; and you must give me some more hints about my health. In the meantime I will look out some of the old medical and surgical works.

You will find them interesting."

"Yes, I hope we shall spend many hours together," said Chester, frankly, as he moved toward the door, the old man walking by his side with his hands under the tails of his coat, where a looker-on would have seen that they were crooked and opening and shutting spasmodically.

It was very dim now in the book-burdened room, the evening light having hard work to pierce the uncleaned panes of the windows; but there was light enough to show that, and also that the old bookworm's claw-like right hand went into the coat-pocket and half drew from it something small and hard.

But nothing followed as they walked into the gloomy hall and away to the front door, where, after a friendly shake of the hand, Chester uttered a sigh of relief as he turned away from the house, seeming to breathe more freely as he walked briskly along.

"Pah! the old place felt like a sepulchre," he muttered. "It was just as if the hand of death were clutching at me. I believe that if I had not taken that brandy I should have fainted. What a state my nerves must be in. Why, it is the most fortunate thing that could have happened. Once gain the old man's confidence, I can stay there and watch the next house as long as I like."

There was something ominous about the old bookworm's act as he went softly back into his half-dark, dusty room, evidently thinking deeply, till he stopped short in the middle to stand gazing down at the floor.

"Yes, he said he was ill; he looked ill when he came up to the door-- half mad. He will come back again, perhaps to-morrow--perhaps to-morrow. Hah! it was very near."

He raised his head now, went to the drawer from which he had taken the key, and placed back in it the heavy life-preserver, and then taking from the tail of the coat one of the short, old-fas.h.i.+oned pocket pistols which were loaded by uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the little barrel by means of a key.

This he examined, taking off the cap, after raising the hammer and putting a fresh one in its place. After this he closed the drawer and sat down to think.

"Yes," he said, half aloud, "it was very near. The next time he comes perhaps he'll stay. He is getting to be a nuisance, and a dangerous one, as well."

CHAPTER TWENTY.

STRANGELY MYSTERIOUS PROCEEDINGS.

The Clareboroughs' carriage was at the door, and the well-matched, handsome pair of horses were impatiently pawing the ground, in spite of sundry admonitions from the plump coachman of the faultless turn-out to be "steady there!" "hold still!" and the like.

Mr Roach, the butler, had appeared for a minute on the step, looking very pompous and important, exchanged nods with the coachman, and gone in again to wait for the descent of their people, bound for one of Lord Gale's dinner-parties in Grosvenor Place.

All was still in the hall as the door was closed, and the marble statues and bodiless busts did not move upon their pedestals, nor their blank faces display the slightest wonder at the proceedings which followed, even though they were enough to startle them out of their equanimity.

For all at once the pompous, stolid butler and the stiff, military-looking footman, in his good, refined livery, suddenly seemed to have been stricken with a kind of delirious attack. The expression upon their faces changed from its customary social diplomatic calm to one of wild delight, and they both broke into a spasmodic dance, a combination of the wildest step of the _can-can_ and the mad angulations of a n.i.g.g.e.r breakdown, with the accompaniment of snapping of fingers at each other and the final kick-up and flop of the right foot upon the floor.

Then they rushed at each other and embraced--the solemn, middle-aged butler and the tall young footman--theatrically, after which they seemed to come to their normal senses, and quietly shook hands.

"'Bliged to let some of the steam off, old man?" whispered the footman.

"Yes, Orthur, my boy, had to open the safety valve," replied the butler.

"We're made men, eh?"

"Not quite," said the footman, grinning, "but getting into shape. Three hundred a-piece. I say, ain't it grand?"

"Splendid," said the butler, with a broad smile. "But steady now."

"I say; wasn't the idea right?"

"Right as right, my boy."

"Ah," said the footman, with a knowing wink, "who'd be without a good only uncle to tip you when you want a few pounds to invest? I say, though, you'll go and pay the old boy as soon as we're gone?"

"Won't be time."

"Oh yes; you'll be all right. Get it done. Make it easy if we want to do it again, eh?"

"All right; I'll go. I say, Orthur, ain't I like a father to you?"

"Dear old man!" whispered the gentleman addressed, with a grin. "Me long-lost forther!"

"Steady!" said the butler, sternly, and their masks of servitude were on their faces again, with the elder stern and pompous, the younger respectful and steady as a rock. "Yes; I'll go and put that right.

Must take a cab. You'll pay half?"

"Of course; that's all right, sir. Fair shares in everything. I say, Bob's got something else on. Hadn't a chance to tell you before."

"Eh? What is that?"

"Goodwood. He's had a letter. I say, shall we be on there? Oh no, not at all."

"Pst! coming down," whispered the butler; and the footman opened the door and went out to the carriage, which soon after dashed off, while the butler, after the regular glance up street and down, closed the door. He descended to his pantry, where he drew a glossy hat from a box, took an empty Gladstone bag from a cupboard and went out to hail the first hansom round the corner. This rattled him away in the direction of Bloomsbury, where he descended close to the great grim portico of the church, and told the man to wait.

The driver gave a glance at him, but the butler looked too respectable for a bilker, and he settled down for a quiet smoke, muttering, "Grapes or pears."

But cabby was wrong. Mr Roach was not the cla.s.s of domestic to lower his dignity by engaging in a kind of commerce which could be properly carried on by the fruiterer. He made for a quiet street, turned up a narrow court, and pa.s.sed in through a glazed swing door upon whose embossed pane appeared the blazon of the Medici family--the three golden pills--the crest of the generous relative--"mine uncle" of the borrower high and low, and the minute after he stood in darkness in a narrow box.

A sharp-faced young man with a pen behind his ear came from the right and stretched out his hand across the broad counter.

"Send the guv'nor," said Roach, importantly.

A sharp look was the answer, the shopman went away, and his place was taken directly by a keen, dark man, with a gaslight complexion, and to him Roach handed a little white ticket.

"Hullo! So soon!" said the man, showing his teeth, which matched his skin.

"Well, didn't I tell you so?" said Roach, importantly.

"Yes, but I don't quite believe everything my clients say."

Blind Policy Part 27

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