mr. durham remained watching the departing train until it had passed out of sight, when he turned round and walked quietly out of the station. the emotion he had shown--and which, to his great astonishment, he had really felt--had vanished, and left him in a deeply contemplative state. he pushed his arms half way up to his elbows in his pockets, and muttered to himself as he strode along the street; but it was not until he found himself in the sitting-room at radley's hotel, and had made himself a stiff glass of brandy-and-water from the bottle, duly included in the bill which alice had paid, that he gave his feelings much vent. then loading a short black pipe from a capacious tobacco-pouch, he seated himself at the table, and as he went through his various papers and memoranda thought aloud.
"this is a rum start, and no mistake! twenty years ago, when i left this very same place a 'prentice on board the old gloucestershire, i never thought i should have the luck to stay in this swell hotel, and, better still, not to have to put my hand in my own pocket to pay the bill. it is luck, no doubt; a large slice of luck, larded with talent and peppered with experience. that's the sort of meal for a man that wants to get on in the world, and that's just what i have got before me. now, when i walk out of this hotel, i shall have two thousand pounds in my pocket. in my pocket!--not to be paid on my arrival at ceylon, as the old gentleman at first insisted. ally was of great assistance there. i wonder why she backed me so energetically? i suppose, because she thought it would have been infra dig. for her brother to appear in the eyes of those blessed natives, over whom he is to exercise superintendence, as though he had not been considered worthy of being trusted with the money, and she was delighted with the notion of bringing it down here herself and handing it to me.
"if i hadn't touched the money until my arrival at ceylon, i should have had to wait a pretty long time. you're a dear old gentleman, mr. claxton, and you mean well; but i don't quite see the fun of spending the rest of my days in looking after a lot of niggers under a sun that would dry the life-blood out of me before my time. there is an old saying, that everyone must eat a peck of dirt in the course of their lives. well, i ate mine early, took it down at one gulp, and i don't want any more of the same food. besides, it is all very well for ally to talk about gratitude and that kind of thing; but she does not know what i do, and it is entirely because i know what i do about my worthy brother-in-law, that i have been enabled to put the screw upon him, and to get out of him that very respectable bundle of bank-notes. that was just like my luck again, to find that out, and be able to bring it home to him so pat; directly i first got on the scent, i knew there was money in it, and i followed it up until i placed it chuck-a-block before him, and he parted freely. in such a respectable way, too. none of your extortion; none of your threatening letters; none of your 'left till called for,' under initials, at the post-office; none of your hanging about london spending money which nobody can imagine how you get, and thereby starting suspicions of other matters which might not come out quite so nicely if looked into. 'agent at ceylon to the firm of calverley and company, brokers, mincing-lane, london; iron-smelters and boiler-makers, swartmoor foundry, cumberland;' that's what thomas d. will have engraved on his card when he gets there; and the two thousand pounds, as john gravely remarked before alice, were for fitting-up the office, and other necessary expenses. i wonder what that poor child thought the other necessary expenses could possibly be, to take such an amount of money?
"no, dear sir, thank you very much. i am willing to allow that the whole thing was done extremely well, and without causing the smallest suspicion in the mind of little ally; but you paid me the money because you could not help it, and you will have to pay me a great deal more for that very same reason. you're a very great scoundrel, john claxton, esquire; a much greater scoundrel than i am, though i have taken your money, and have not the remotest intention of becoming your agent in ceylon. you're a cold-blooded villain, sir, carrying out your own selfish ends, and not, like myself, a generous creature, acting upon impulse. notwithstanding the fact that i have your money in my pocket, i almost grudge you the satisfaction you will experience when, in the course of to-morrow or the next day, you will hear the news which will lead you to imagine that you are rid of me for ever. but i console myself with the reflection, that when i turn up again, as i undoubtedly shall, your disgust will be proportionately intensified.
"there," as he selected two or three papers from a mass before him and carefully tore the rest into pieces, "there is the letter relating to the document which has already done so much for me, and which is to be my philosopher's-stone. i must not run the chances of wetting and spoiling that paper when i take my midnight bath, so i shall hand it over to mrs. d. when i give her the money to take care of. may as well put a seal on it though, for mrs. d. is naturally curious, and as jealous as a female othello. one o'clock; just the time i promised to meet her. now then, the money in this pocket, the letter in that, and the other papers torn up, and the brandy-bottle emptied. what you may call a clean sweep of the whole concern."
after settling his hat to his satisfaction, and looking at himself in the glass with great complacency, tom durham strolled from the room, leaving the door wide open behind him. he nodded familiarly to a waiter whom he passed in the passage, but who, instead of returning the salutation, stared at him in wrathful wonder--they were unaccustomed to such gentry at radley's--and then he passed into the street. looking leisurely around him, he made his way back again to the promenade on which he had held his conversation with alice claxton, and there, standing by one of the cannon, was another woman, apparently awaiting his arrival. a woman about thirty years of age, with swarthy complexion, bright beady black eyes, and dull blue-black hair. french, without doubt. french in the fashion of her inexpensive garments and the manner in which they were put on; undeniably french in her boots and gloves, in her gait, in the gesture and recognition which she made when she saw tom durham approaching her. that estimable gentleman, apparently, was displeased at this gesture, for he frowned when he saw it, and when he arrived at the woman's side, he said, "don't be so infernally demonstrative, pauline; i have told you of that before."
"mais, should i stand like a stone or stock when you come before me?" said the woman, with the slightest trace of a foreign accent. "i was longing to see you, and you came. is it, then, astonishing--"
"no, all right; don't jaw," said tom durham shortly. "only, in our position it is not advisable to attract more notice than necessary. well, here you are."
"yes, i am here."
"all goes well; i told you there was an old gentleman--claxton by name--connected with calverley's firm, for which i'm supposed to be going out as agent, from whom i could get a sum of money, and i have got it--he sent it to me."
"ah, ah, he sent it to you?"
"yes, by--by a messenger whom he could trust; and this is not by any means the last that i shall have from him. he thinks i am off for the east, and that he is rid of me; but as soon as this sum is spent, he shall know the difference."
"you have made the arrangements about that?"
"i have arranged everything. i saw the pilot; he told me it was blowing hard outside, and that he shall pass the night off the hurst. i have been on board, and seen exactly how best to do what i intend; and now there is nothing left but to give you your instructions."
"stay," said the woman, laying her hand on his breast, and looking earnestly into his face. "you are certain you run no risk; you are certain that--"
"take your hand away," he said; "you will never understand our english ways, pauline; the people here cannot make out what you are about. i am all right, depend upon it. i could swim four times the distance in much rougher weather; and even if there were any danger, the prize is much too great to chance the loss of it for a little risk. don't be afraid, pauline," he added, with a little softening of his voice, "but clear that quick, clever brain of yours and attend to me. here is the bundle of bank-notes, and here is a letter which is almost as important; place them both securely in the bosom of your dress, and don't take them out for one instant until you hand them over to me to-morrow morning at lymington station--you understand?"
"perfectly," said the woman, taking the packets from him. "what time will you be there?"
"by half-past seven, when the first train passes. we can loaf away the day on the beach at weymouth--we might go over to portland, if you have any fancy to see the place; i have not; all in good time, say i--and start for guernsey by the midnight boat. now is there anything more to say?"
"no," said pauline; then suddenly, "yes. apropos of portland, wetherall and moger were in this place to-day. i saw them at the station, in the train going up to town. they put their heads out of the window to look after you."
"the devil!" cried tom durham; "they were down here, were they, and you saw them? why, what on earth were you doing at the station?"
"i arrived here too soon, and walked up there to pass the time."
"did you--did you see any one else?" asked tom durham, looking fixedly at her.
"any one else? plenty--porters, passengers, what not; but of people that i knew, not a soul," answered the woman, raising her eyes and meeting his gaze with perfect calmness.
"that's all right," he muttered; then louder, "now it's time for me to go on board. goodbye, pauline; make your way to lymington, and look out for me at the station at seven-thirty to-morrow morning."
as she stood looking after him, a hard, defiant expression came over the woman's face. "did i see any one else?" she said between her set teeth; "yes, mon cher, i saw the pale, white-faced girl whom you held in your arms and kissed at parting, and who fell back into the carriage and cried like a baby, as she is. this, then, was the secret of your refusing to go to india with the money of this old fool whom you have robbed! or rather whom she has robbed; for she was the messenger who brought it to you, and it is doubtless she who has beguiled this dotard out of the bank-notes which she handed over to you, her lover. peste! if that slavish love i have for you were not mixed with the dread and terror which i have learnt from experience, i would escape with this money to my own land, and leave you and your mignonne to make it out as best you might. but i am weak enough to love you still, and my revenge on her must wait for a more fitting opportunity."
her passion spent, pauline gathered her shawl tightly round her and walked away towards the town.
on board the steam-ship massilia matters had happened pretty much as tom durham had foreseen. that capital sample of the peninsular and oriental company's fleet worked out of harbour at half-past two, and, in charge of a pilot, made her way slowly and steadily down southampton water. the wind freshened, and darkness coming on, the captain decided on anchoring off hurst castle for the night, and proceeding on his voyage at daylight. this decision was greatly to the delight of the passengers, who had not yet shaken down into that pleasant companionship which such a voyage frequently brings about, and who, restless and strange in their unaccustomed position, were glad to seek their berths at a very early hour. during the afternoon's run tom durham had succeeded in creating for himself a vast amount of popularity. he chatted with the captain about nautical matters, of which he had obtained a smattering when he was apprentice on board the old east indiaman; he talked to the lady passengers, deprecating their dread of sea-sickness, and paying them pleasant attention, while he smoked with the gentlemen, and took care to let them all know the important position which he occupied, as the agent of calverley and company. never was there so agreeable a man.
at about one in the morning, when perfect quiet reigned throughout the ship, the passengers being asleep in their berths, the men, save those on duty, sound in the forecastle, and the echo of the watch-officer's footsteps dying away in the distance, tom durham suddenly appeared at the head of the saloon companion, and made his way swiftly towards the middle of the ship. he was dressed as in the morning, save that he wore no coat, and that instead of boots he had on thin light slippers. when he arrived opposite the huge half-circle of the paddle-box he stopped, and groping with his hands speedily found an iron ring, seizing which he pulled open a door, which revolved on its hinges, disclosing a wooden panel, which he slid back, and stepping through the aperture found himself standing on one of the broad paddles of the enormous wheel. in an instant he had pulled the first door back to its previous position, and stepping lightly from paddle to paddle stood on the nethermost one just above the surface of the water. he paused for a moment, bending down and peering out into the darkness, then raising his hands high up above his head and clasping them together, he dived down into the water, scarcely making a splash.
ten minutes afterwards, one of the two men always on duty in the little telegraph hut under hurst castle, opened the door, and accompanied by a big black retriever, who was growling angrily, walked out into the night. when he returned, his companion hailed him from the little bedroom overhead.
"what's the matter, needham--what's the dog growling about?"
"i thought i heard a cry," said the man addressed; "nep must have thought so too, by the way he's going on; but i can see nothing. when i was out a few minutes ago i thought i saw something like a dog swimming near the massilia, lying at anchor there, but it isn't there now. i doubt, after all, it may have been my fancy."
"i wish you would keep your fancy to yourself, and not let it rouse me up," growled his mate. "one don't get too much rest in this blessed place at the best of times."
