“Where’s all the chaps?” he asked, removing the cigar stump10 from his lips.
“Where’ve you bin11, Bobbie Lancaster?” she asked, without replying to his question.
p. 2“You ’eard what I asted you, Trix,” he said, steadily12. “I asted you where all the chaps was.”
“Some of ’em have gone over ’Ackney way,” said the slip of a girl. “Where’ve you bin?”
He flicked13 the black ash from the fag end in the manner of one five times his age.
“’Opping!” he said.
“You’re a liar14!” retorted the small girl, sharply.
“Ho!” said the boy. “Shows what you know about it.”
“No, but,” she said, admiringly, “’ave you though, straight?”
“I’ve bin at Yaldin’,” he said, with immeasurable importance,—“at Yaldin’ down in Kent for ite days. Me and another chap.”
“Bin ’ome?” asked the girl, with interest.
“Not yet,” he said. “When I do I shall ’ave to take a drop of something in for the old gel. I went off wifout letting her know and I expect she’s been wonderin’ what’s become of me.”
“Then if you ain’t bin ’ome,” said the little girl, breathlessly, “p’raps you don’t—”
A strong voice called from a doorway15.
“Trixie Bell! Trixie Bell! You come in this minute and look after the shop, you good-for-nothing little terror.”
“I must be off,” said the small girl, going hurriedly. “Wait ’ere till I come out again and I’ll tell you somefing.”
“I don’t waste my time loafin’ about for gels,” said Master Lancaster, as the girl disappeared in a doorway. “Ketch me!”
He sauntered down the court towards Pitfield Street and, noting the crowd, slightly increased his pace. Taking a shilling from his coat pocket he tied it in a blue handkerchief and stuffed the handkerchief inside his waistcoat, being aware apparently16 that it is in a London crowd that property sometimes changes hands in the most astonishing manner.
“Very well then,” said a fiery17 faced woman, who, getting the worst of an argument, was looking around for another subject, “if you did ’ave an uncle who was drowned, that’s no reason why you should step on this little kid’s toes.”
“Born clumsy!” agreed Master Lancaster, resentfully rubbing his boot.
“Stand a bit aside, can’t you, and let the youngster pass. ’Aving a uncle who was in the navy don’t entitle you to take up all the room.
“Likely as not the little beggar’s a witness and wants to go upstairs.” The fiery faced woman looked down at the boy. “Are you a witness, dear?”
“Course I’m a witness,” he said, readily.
“What did I tell you?” exclaimed the beefy faced woman with triumph. “Constable18, ’ere ’s a witness that ’s got to be got upstairs. Make way for him, else he’ll get hisself in a row for being late.”
Whereupon, to his great amazement19 and satisfaction, Master Bobbie Lancaster found himself passed along through the thick crowd of matrons to the swing doors of the public-house; the importance of his mission being added to by every lady, so that when at last he reached the two policemen guarding the stairs he was introduced to them as a boy who saw the accident; could identify the driver, could, in short, clear up everything. Bobbie, accordingly, after being cuffed20 by the two policemen (more from force of habit than any desire to treat him harshly), was shot up the staircase past a window where, glancing aside, he saw the bunches of excited interested faces below; past a landing, and, the door being left momentarily unattended, he slipped into the room. He gave up instantly his newly gained character and crouched21 modestly in a corner behind the thirty members of the general public and kept his head well down.
“Now, now, now! Do let ’s proceed in order. Is there any other witness who can throw any light on the affair? What?”
The club room of the public-house, with cider and whiskey advertisements on its brown papered walls, was long and narrow, and the stout22 genial23 man seated at the end of the table had command of the room from his position. He gave his orders to a bare-headed sergeant24 who hunted for witnesses and submitted the results at the other end of the long table; he smiled when he turned to the twelve moody25 gentlemen at the side of the table; to one, at the extreme end, who had a carpenter’s rule in his breast pocket he was especially courteous26. The carpenter made laborious27 notes with a flat lead pencil on a slip of blue paper, a proceeding28 at which the other members of the jury grunted29 disdainfully. Bobbie Lancaster, between the arms of two men in front of him, caught sight momentarily of the woman whom the sergeant had caught and who was now kissing the Testament30. He recognised her as a neighbour.
“What does she say her name is, sergeant?”
“Mary Jane Rastin, sir.”
“Mary Jane Rastin.” The coroner wrote the name. “Very good! Now, Mrs. Rastin—”
“’Alf a minute,” interrupted the carpenter. “Let me get this down right. W—r—a—”
“W be blowed,” said the blowsy woman at the end of the table indignantly. “Don’t you know how to spell a simple name like Rastin? Very clear you was before the days of the School Board.”
“I have it down,” said the coroner, suavely31, “R—a—s—t—i—n.”
“Ah,” said Mrs. Rastin, in complimentary32 tones, “you’re a gentleman, sir. You’ve had an education. You ain’t been dragged up like—”
“Be careful what you’re saying of,” begged the carpenter, fiercely. “Don’t you go aspersing33 my character, if you please. I’m setting ’ere now to represent the for and—”
“Now, now, my dear sir,” said the coroner, “don’t quarrel with the witness.” He smiled cheerfully at the other members of the jury and almost winked34. “That’s my prerogative35, you know.” He turned to the trembling lady at the end of the table. “Now, Mrs. Rastin, you live in Pimlico Walk, and you are, I believe, a widow?” Mrs. Rastin bowed severely36, and then looked at the carpenter as who should say, What do you make of that, my fine fellow? The coroner went on. “And you knew the deceased?”
“Intimate, sir!”
“Was she a woman with—er, inebriate37 tendencies?”
“Pardon, sir?”
“I say was she a woman who had a weakness for alcohol?”
The sergeant interpreted, “Did she booze?”
“She liked her glass now and again, sir,” said Mrs. Rastin, carefully.
“That is rather vague,” remarked the coroner. “What does ’now and again’ mean?”
“Well, sir,” said Mrs. Rastin, tying the ribbons of her rusty38 bonnet39 into a desperate knot, “what I mean to say is whenever she had the chance.”
p. 8“You were with her before the accident?”
“I were!”
“You had been drinking together?”
“Well, sir,” said Mrs. Rastin, impartially40, and untying41 her bonnet-strings, “scarcely what you’d call drinking. It was like this. It were the anniversary of my weddin’ day, and, brute42 as Rastin always was, and shameful43 as he treated all my rel’tives in the way of borrowin’, still it’s an occasion that comes, as I say, only once a year, and it seems wicked not to take a little something special, if it’s only a drop of—”
“And after you had been together some time, you walked along Haberdasher Street to East Street.”
“With the view, sir,” explained Mrs. Rastin, “of ’aving a breath of fresh air before turning in.”
“Was the deceased the worse for drink?”
“Oh, no, sir! No, nothing of the kind.” Mrs. Rastin was quite emphatic44. “She felt much the better for it. She said so.”
A corroborative45 murmur46 came from the crowd behind which Bobbie was hiding; one of the endorsements47 sounded so much like the tones of his mother that he edged a little further away. He had become interested in the proceedings48, and after the great good fortune of getting into the room, he did not want to be expelled by an indignant parent.
“How was it you did not see the omnibus coming along?”
“Just one query49 I should like to ask first,” interposed the carpenter, holding up his left hand with a dim remembrance of school etiquette50. “What time was all this?”
“Six o’clock, as near as I can remember,” snapped Mrs. Rastin.
“Six o’clock in the morning?” asked the carpenter, writing.
“No, pudden head,” said Mrs. Rastin, contemptuously. “Six o’clock in the evening. Why don’t you buy a new pair of ears and give another twopence this time and get a good—All right, sir.” To the coroner. “I’ll answer your question with pleasure. I know when I’m speaking to gentlemen, and I know when I’m talking to pigs.” Mrs. Rastin glanced triumphantly51 at the carpenter, and the carpenter looked appealingly at his unsympathetic colleagues in search of support. “We was standing52 on the kerb as I might be ’ere. Over there, as it might be, where the young man in glasses is that’s connected with the newspaper, was a barrer with sweetstuff. ‘Oh!’ she says all at once, ‘I must get some toffee,’ she says, ‘for my little boy ’gainst he comes ’ome,’ she says. With that, and before I could so much as open me mouth to say ‘Mind out!’ the poor deer was ’alf way across the road; the ’bus was on her and down she went. I cuts across to her”—Mrs. Rastin wept, and Bobbie could hear responsive sobs53 from the women near him—“I cuts across to her, and she says. ‘I—I never got the sweets for him,’ she says. Thinking of her—of her little boy right at the last; you understand me, sir! And the constable off with his cape54 and put it under her ’ead, and she just turned, and,” Mrs. Rastin wept bitterly, “and it was all over.” Mrs. Rastin patted her eyes with a deplorable handkerchief. “‘Yes,’ she says, ‘I never got them sweets—’”
“Pardon me!” said the carpenter. “Did you make a note of them words at the time? What I mean to say is, did you write ’em down on paper?”
“Not being,” said Mrs. Rastin, swallowing, her head shivering with p. 9contempt, and speaking with great elaboration, “not being a clever juggins with a miserable55 twopenny ’apenny business as joiner and carpenter in ’Oxton Street, and paying about a penny in the pound, if that, I did not write them words down on paper.”
“Ho!” said the carpenter, defiantly56. “Then you ought to ’ave.”
Mrs. Rastin was allowed to back from the end of the table and to take a privileged seat on a form where she had for company the witnesses who had already given evidence. These were an anxious ’bus driver, a constable of the G Division, and a young doctor from the hospital. The sergeant went hunting again in the crowd, and this time captured what appeared to be a small girl, but proved to be a tiny specimen57 of a mature woman. Bobbie Lancaster, dodging58 to get a sight of her, chuckled59 as he recognized Miss Threepenny (so called from some fancied resemblance to that miniature coin), a little person whom he had not infrequently derided60 and chased.
“I really don’t know that we want any more evidence, sergeant,” remarked the coroner. “What do you say, gentlemen?”
Eleven of the gentlemen replied that they had had ample; the carpenter waited until they had stated this, and then decided61 that the little woman’s evidence should be heard. Miss Threepenny, stepping on tiptoe, her hands folded on the handle of a rib-broken umbrella that was for her absurdly long, explained that she saw the accident, being then on her way home from her work at a theatrical62 costumier’s in Tabernacle Street.
“I was on the point of crossing the road, your worship,” said the tiny woman in her shrill63 voice, “jest ’esitatin’ on the kerb, when I see the ’bus coming along, and I says to myself, ‘I’ll wait till this great ’ulking thing goes by,’ I says, ‘and then I’ll pop across.’ The thought,” said Miss Threepenny, dramatically, “had no sooner entered my mind than across the road runs the poor creature, under the ’orses’ ’eels she goes, and I,—well, I went off into a dead faint.”
The mite64 of a creature looked round the room as though anticipating commendation for her appropriate behaviour.
“And you agree with the other witnesses, my good little girl, that—”
“Excuse me,” interrupted Miss Threepenny, with great dignity, “I’m not a good little girl; I’m a grown-up woman of thirty-three.”
“Thirty what?” asked the carpenter, his pencil ready to record facts.
“Thirty-three,” she repeated, sharply.
A confirmatory murmur came from the crowd of women at the back of the room. The sergeant told the women to be quiet.
“My mistake,” said the coroner, politely, and waving aside the incredulous carpenter. “The point is—you think it was an accident, don’t you, madam?”
“It were an accident,” said Miss Threepenny, looking round and fixing the nervous ’bus driver with her bright, black little eyes, “that would never have happened if drivers on ’busses was to attend to their business instead of having their heads turned and carrying on conversation with long silly overgrown gels riding on the front seat.”
The little woman, having made this statement, kissed the Testament again as though to make doubly sure, and, with an air of dignity that no full-grown woman would ever have dared to assume, trotted65 off to take her seat next the ’bus driver. On the ’bus driver whispering something viciously behind his hand, Miss Threepenny replied with perfect calm in an p. 10audible voice that it was no use the ’bus driver flirting66 with her, for she was a strict Wesleyan.
The carpenter’s obstinacy67 necessitated68 the clearing of the court now that the time had arrived for the jury to consider their verdict, and Master Lancaster, much to his annoyance69, found himself borne out of the room in the middle of the crowd of women. He doubted the probability of getting back into the room to hear the verdict, because it seemed scarce likely that he would again have the good luck to slip in unobserved by the policeman at the door. He went to the first landing and looked out on the upturned faces in the court below. A long youth with pince-nez, who had been taking notes upstairs, came down, and, in opening an evening paper, brushed unintentionally against Bobbie’s face.
“That’s my dial,” said the boy, truculently70, “when you’ve done with it.”
“I’m sorry,” said the young reporter.
“You’re clumsy,” said Bobbie.
“What are you doing at an affair of this kind?”
“Answerin’ silly questions what are put to me.” The reporter laughed, and, striking a match, lighted a cigarette. “After you,” said Bobbie, producing another fag-end of a cigar, “after you with the match.”
“Like smoking?” asked the young man.
“Perfect slive to it,” said the boy, puffing71 the smoke well away in a manner that belied72 the assertion.
“Queer little beggar!” said the young man. “Where d’you live?”
“’Ome!” said the boy, promptly73. “Where d’you think, cloth-head?”
“Strictly speaking,” remarked the youth, with good humour, “my name is not cloth-head. My name is Myddleton West.”
“Can you sleep a-nights?” asked the boy, “with a name like that?”
“Myddleton West, journalist, of 39, Fetter74 Lane, Holborn. Now tell me yours.”
The boy complied reluctantly. With decreasing hesitation75 he gave further particulars.
“I’ll do a sketch76 about you,” said Myddleton West, looking down at the boy. “‘The Infant of Hoxton’ I think I’ll call it.”
“Going to put some’ing about me in the paper?” asked the boy, with undisguised interest, and discarding entirely77 his attitude of defiance78.
“If they’ll take it. There is at times a certain coyness on the part of editors—”
The boy suddenly started. He touched the brass79 rod, and flew downstairs with so much swiftness that he reached the court before Myddleton West had discovered his absence. West looked up and saw the constable descending80 to call him back to the room; the reason for Bobbie Lancaster’s flight became obvious.
The boy slipped eel-like through the crowd of women at the doorway, and presently reached moonlight and Hoxton Street, where he drifted intuitively to the outside of the theatre. It gratified him exceedingly as he felt the shilling in his knotted handkerchief, to think that he might, if he were so minded—the hour being now half-past eight—go in at half price, and seating himself in the stage box, witness the last three acts of “Foiled by a Woman.” He laughed outright81 as, standing near the lamps, he looked in at the swing doors of the principal entrance and imagined the astonishment82 of those in the three-penny gallery, high up on the top of the mountain of faces within, were they to see him enter importantly p. 11the box at the right of the stage and survey with lordly air the crowded, heated, interested house. How they would roar at him if he were to stick a penny in his eye and, carefully stroking an imaginary moustache, say, “Bai Jove! What people!” It would not be the first time that he had amused a crowd; once at a fire in Shoreditch he had put on a paper helmet, pretending to be chief of the fire brigade, and a matron in the crowd, watching him, had been so exceptionally amused at his antics that she had had to be unlaced and dragged home by solicitous83 lady friends. The boy resisted the temptations of the enticing84 placards, for he had already decided on the manner in which the shilling was to be expended85; the recollection of this made him think of home. There would be some argument, he knew, with his mother concerning his long absence, but, once the first storm was over, sunshine would come, and a small flask86 and sausages would make her content.
He stepped in at the dark open doorway of his home, and went upstairs. At the end of the passage on the ground floor a smelly oil lamp diffused87 scent88, but not light; it served only to accentuate89 the blackness. The boy knew the stairs well, and dodging the hole on the fifth stair and stepping over the eighth—the eighth was a practical joke stair, and if you stepped on its edge it instantly stood up and knocked your leg—he piloted himself adroitly90 on the landing. There were voices in the back room.
“Comp’ny!” said Bobbie. “So much the better.”
He pushed the door and entered. Two women in a corner, examining the contents of a crippled chest of drawers by the aid of a candle, looked affrightedly over their shoulders.
“Ullo!” said Bobbie. “What’s your little game?”
“You give us quite a turn, Bobbie,” said Mrs. Rastin nervously91, “coming in so quiet. Where ’ave you bin all this time, deer?”
“Where’s the old gel?” asked Bobbie, taking his parcels from his pocket. “Where’s she got to?”
“’Eaven,” said Mrs. Rastin’s friend, trying to close the drawer.
“Don’t try to be funny,” advised the boy, “you can’t do it well, and you’d better be ’alf leave it alone. How long ’fore she’ll be in?”
“You ’aven’t ’eard, deer,” said Mrs. Rastin, coming forward and taking the flask from him absently. “Your poor mother’s bin run over and we’ve jest bin ’olding her inquest.”
Bobbie Lancaster sat down on the wooden chair and blinked stupidly at the two women.
“And was that—was that my old gel that you give evidence about jest now up at the—”
“Yes, Bobbie. That was your poor dear mother, and a lovinger heart never breathed. Not in this world at any rate.” Mrs. Rastin uncorked the flask and sniffed92 at it. “But you must cheer up, you know, because it was to be, and all flesh is grass, and we shall meet, please God—” Mrs. Rastin took a sip93.
“And there’s many a kid,” chimed in the other neighbour, “that’s just as bad off as you, my lad, losing both their parents, and you mustn’t think you’re the only one, ye know. You want a glass, Mrs. Rastin.”
The boy did not cry. His mouth twitched94 slightly, and he frowned as though endeavouring to understand clearly the position of affairs.
“Old man died,” he said slowly, “soon after I was born, and now the old gel’s gone.”
p. 12“Yes, Bobby! Run and get a lump of sugar, Mrs. What-is-it, out of my caddy.”
“So,” said the boy, “it ’mounts to this. I ain’t got no fawther and I ain’t got no mother.”
“That’s about it, Bobbie.”
The boy jerked his chin and commenced to unlace his boots rather fiercely.
“Dem bright look out for me,” he said.
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| n.极小的东西；小铜币 | |
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| n.顽固；（病痛等）难治 | |
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| n.犹豫，踌躇 | |
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