Blind Policy Part 29

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"Oh, we could soon find out that."

"Well, I can't. I've been on the look-out this two years, and I believe Jemmy keeps 'em somewhere, but I never could find out where."

"Then you had thought of that plan, old man?"

"Of course I had. Where you ain't trusted it sets you thinking.

They're well-bred, but somehow the Clareboroughs ain't real gentlemen.

They trust me with some of the plate, and I'm supposed to be butler, but what about the wine? Do they ever let me have the key of the cellar?"

"No, that's Bob's job," said the footman, thoughtfully.

"Yes, and a couple of paltry dozen at a time. How am I to know if the wine's keeping sound or not? But there are ways, Orthur," continued Roach, with a wink, and he rose slowly, went to a chest of drawers, unlocked it, took out a box, unlocked that, and drew forth a couple of new-looking keys.

"Hullo!" said the footman in a whisper; "cellar?"

"That one is," replied the butler, as his companion turned over the big bright key he had taken up.

"Good. And what's this?"

"One I got made to try the vault."

"Phe-ew!" whistled Arthur, excitedly. "Then you have been in?"

"No, my lad; that only opens the wooden door at the end of the pa.s.sage.

Then you're in a bit of a lobby, with a big iron door on one side."

"Well, didn't you get a key made for that?"

"No, my lad. I couldn't. It's a rum one. I don't believe you could get one made by anybody but them as sold the safe."

"Don't believe it," cried the footman, contemptuously, "Let me have a look."

"Nay, nay, you'd better not."

"Gammon. Where's the old woman?"

"In her room, up atop."

"Who's in the kitchen?"

"Only the scullery-maid. T'others are all gone out."

"Then let's go and have a look," cried Arthur. "I want to be a man.

I'm sick of being a mouse."

The butler seemed disposed to sit still, but the energy of his young companion stirred him to action, and he placed the keys in his pocket and stood hesitating.

"Go and see first what that gal's doing," he whispered, "while I make sure the old woman's up in her room."

The footman nodded, and both went their ways, to meet again with a nod indicating that all was right, and then the butler led on along one of the pa.s.sages of the extensive bas.e.m.e.nt to where another struck off at right angles, ending in an ordinary stout oak-grained door. This readily yielded to the key the butler brought, and after lighting a bit of candle the pair stepped into a little stone-walled room of about ten feet square, with a closely-fitting drab-painted door on their right, standing flush with the iron frame which filled up the centre.

"That's a tight one, Orthur, lad," said the butler.

"Yes, to them as has no key," said the footman, quietly, after going down on one knee and examining the key-hole by holding the loose cover on one side. "I'm a-going to have a key to fit that lock, old man, afore long."

"You are, my boy?"

"I am, guv'nor. You and I's got together and we've got to stick together and make our fortunes. There's horses and carriages and plate chests and cellars o' wine for them as likes to be enterprising, and we're enterprising now."

"But we mustn't do anything shady, Orthur."

"Shady, guv'nor!" cried the footman, contemptuously; "not us. It's to be suns.h.i.+ny. Don't you be afraid o' that. We sha'n't do nothing to make us afraid to look a bobby in the face. Only a bit of speckylation--a bit o' borrowing now and then to raise the wind, and paying of it back. Give us your hand on it, old man. We sticks together through thick and thin."

There were vinous tears in the butler's eyes as he extended his plump white hand to be grasped hard, and the two speculators looked each in the other's face, seeing a gilded future before them, the glare of which hid everything else.

"That'll do for the present, guv'nor," said Arthur.

He drew open the door, and was about to pa.s.s out, when a short cough came echoing along the pa.s.sage, and he pushed the door close again.

"Hist!" he whispered, as he blew out the light; "the old woman's coming down."

"Quick! take out the key, and lock it from inside," whispered the butler. "She's always coming along here to see if this place is all right and try the door."

The footman obeyed, making a faint rattle with the key, after which he closed the door, leaving them in darkness.

"Have you locked it?"

"No, there ain't no key-hole on this side. Hist! she's coming straight here."

The next moment the footman's shoulder was placed against the door to keep it fast.

The men stood holding their breath and feeling the perspiration gather upon their faces like a heavy dew, as they waited, hearing nothing now but the throbbing of their own hearts for what seemed to be an interminable time, before there came the sound as of something soft being dabbed against the door, followed by a sudden heavy push which, in spite of his strength, sent a jarring thrill through every nerve of the footman's body.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

GOING SHARES.

Mr Roach confessed to being an admirer of the fair s.e.x; and consequent upon his position, not from any special attraction of mind or person, the butler's advances were in more than one instance favourably received; but he also confessed, in the strictest personal confidence, to a feeling of jealousy against Arthur.

"He's big, and he's not bad-looking, but he's very weak and young, and there's a want of manly tone about him. I can't see why they should make so much fuss over the fellow."

"They" embraced the lady members of the Clareborough household staff; and in spite of what the butler might say, Arthur was distinctly high in favour and enjoyed his popularity.

There were reasons, of course, more than the great display of affability, and one day Mr Roach took his fellow-servant seriously to task.

"Look here, Orthur, my lad," he said confidentially; "you're having a fine old time of it just now, but recollect this: the s.e.x is soft, and smooth, and pleasant, and as you may say sweet, but don't you make a mistake and think that girls are fools."

Blind Policy Part 29

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