The next day Charley was off betimes to Branksome-street, where he was fortunate in getting an immediate2 interview with the great Mr Whittrick.
“You received my letter, posted two days since?” asked Charley.
“Same evening, sir,” said Mr Whittrick.
“You grant, I suppose, that it is as I said—Mr Maximilian Bray1 had been here before me?”
“My dear sir,” said Mr Whittrick, with a smile, “when a gentleman pays me certain fees for certain services, he has bought those services—they are his private property, and I have done with them—that is all finished. Do you understand? This is a private-inquiry office, and every client’s business is private. What I might divulge3 upon that pleasant old institution the rack, I can’t say—that being enough to make any man speak; but I believe I should do as many another man did.”
“What was that?” said Charley, smiling.
“Tell any lie the inquisitors wished,” said Mr Whittrick. “But as we have no rack nowadays, only moral thumbscrews, why, we are not forced to speak at all. No, sir; if there is such a person as Mr Maximilian Bray, or Cray, or Dray, or whatever his name is, and he came here on business, if we could, we did his business—we can’t always, you know—and there was an end of it; but if you want me to private inquire him, I’ll do it, just the same as if he came here and wanted me to private inquire you, I should do it—both together if it was necessary—though I don’t think I should say anything about visits here,” he said, with a slight twinkle of one of his dark eyes. “So now, my dear sir, what’s it to be? Shall we report to you upon this gentleman’s proceedings4? Let me see,” he said, referring to the letter, “Bury-street, Saint James’s, isn’t it? Yes, quite right. Well, sir?”
“Yes,” said Charley; “and set about it at once.”
“How often, and how much, would you like to know?”
“How often!” cried Charley fiercely. “Every day—every hour if it is necessary. Write, send, telegraph to me. I want to know his every act and deed, till I tell you to leave off, if you can do it.”
“I think we can manage it, sir,” said Mr Whittrick, with a quiet smile. “Not quite so quickly as we did the last, though.”
“Then set about it at once,” said Charley. “It will be rather expensive work, sir,” said Mr Whittrick quietly.
Charley drew a blank cheque, signed by Sir Philip, from his pocket-book.
“What shall I fill this up for, Mr Whittrick?” said Charley.
“O, really, Mr Vining, I did not mean that,” said Mr Whittrick. “With some clients, of course, we make sure of the money before acting5; but I am in your debt still. What I meant was, are you disposed to go to the expense of men, day after day, the whole of their time on your business?”
“Yes, certainly,” said Charley, taking pen and ink. “Shall I fill this up for a hundred pounds?”
“No,” said Mr Whittrick quietly: “fifty will do for the present. But stay—let me see: make it to bearer, sir—Mr Smith or bearer; it might not be pleasant to Sir Philip Vining to have it known at his banker’s that I am transacting6 family business. You see, sir, mine’s a very well-known name, and one that has been blown upon a good deal, and some people are rather fastidious about it. And to tell the truth, sir, I really am agent sometimes in rather unpleasant matters. Thank you—that will do, sir. You shall have some information to-night, and of course, under these circumstances, a great deal may seem very trivial; but you must not mind that, for sometimes very trivial acts turn out to be the most important in the end, while again noisy matters turn out empty bangs. I think we understand one another so far; but would you like a few attentions to be paid to the lady?”
“What?” said Charley abruptly7.
“Would you like one of my agents to give an eye to Number 19 Crescent Villas8, Regents-park, Mr Vining?”
“No,” said Charley sternly; “certainly not!”
“Very good, sir,” said Mr Whittrick, in his quiet way. “Have you any farther commands?”
“No,” said Charley, taking the hint, and rising; and the next minute he was face to face with Sir Philip Vining in the street.
For a few moments father and son stood quite taken aback at the suddenness of the encounter; but Charley was the first to recover from his surprise.
“There is only one house here, sir, that you would visit,” he said quietly; “and there is no necessity. You were going to Whittrick’s?”
Sir Philip bent9 his head.
“Let us go back to the hotel,” said Charley; and without a word they entered the cab Sir Philip had in waiting, and were driven back to Bond-street.
Not a word was spoken during the backward journey; but as soon as they were alone in their private room, Charley placed a chair for his father, and then seated himself opposite to him.
“You were going to have me watched, father,” he said calmly.
“My dear boy—my dear boy, it is for your own sake, and you drive me to it!” exclaimed Sir Philip.
“There is no need, father,” said Charley. “We will have no more estrangement10. You have wronged me cruelly to gratify your pride, but—There,” he exclaimed hastily, “I said there was no need for my being watched. I will be open with you as the day: ask me anything you will, and I will answer you freely. To begin with: I have been there this morning for the purpose of having Max Bray watched: one proof—only one more proof, father—of what I am seeking for, and your wishes will be accomplished—there will be no fear of the Vinings’ escutcheon being lowered. One thing more,” he said hoarsely11, and forcing his words from his lips, “and I have done; and we will return to Blandfield, where you shall help me to begin life again, father.”
“My dear Charley,” groaned12 the old man, “if I could but see you happy!”
The young man turned upon him a wistful mournful look before speaking.
“Let the past be now!” he said sternly. “It cannot be altered. Only leave me free for the present—don’t hamper13 me in any way.”
“But, Charley—”
The old gentleman whispered a few words in his son’s ear.
“No,” said Charley, shaking his head; “there will be none of that. If I were to knock Max Bray down,” he said, with scornful contempt, “he would send for a policeman. My dear father, you are thinking of your own days: men do not fight duels14 now in England. Let us go out now—this place seems to stifle15 me. But don’t be alarmed, sir; if I am beaten in the race, whether it be by fair running or a foul16, I shall give up. I know that I have run the course in a manly17 straightforward18 manner, according to my own convictions, and as, father, I felt that I must. But the running is nearly over, sir, and I shall give you little more pain.”
“Charley, my dear boy—” began Sir Philip.
“Hush, father!” said Charley, checking him. “The time has nearly come for burying the past. Let us hope that some day the grass may grow green and pleasant-looking over its grave. At present, I see nothing but a black yawning pit—one which I shrink from approaching.”
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别墅,公馆( villa的名词复数 ); (城郊)住宅 | |
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