p. 30Tension was snapped by a quarrel between Mr. Bat Miller and his young wife. There were times when Mrs. Bat Miller was obtrusively17 affectionate with her husband; as compensation, occasions flew in when she became half mad with jealousy18. The Duchess and Mr. Leigh at these crises acted as peacemakers, a task at times not easy; in this particular case they failed entirely19. The young woman tore her red hair with fury; she screamed so loudly that, common as such exhibitions were in Ely Place, neighbours began to show some interest in the front door. In this difficulty Mr. Bat Miller, pained and distressed20, appealed to Bobbie to state whether so far from having been walking with the sister of Nose, the boy of Drysdale Street, between the hours of nine and ten that evening, he had not as a matter of fact been in the company of Bobbie at Liverpool Street Station. To this question Bobbie (who at the hours mentioned had been having a gloomy and quite solitary21 game of hop-scotch at the Kingsland Road end of Ely Place) answered promptly22, “Yus!” and Mrs. Bat Miller confronted with this proof of alibi23 burst into regretful tears and reproached herself for a silly woman, one who allowed herself to be taken in by the gossip of any spiteful cat of a neighbour. Mr. Miller, grateful to Bobbie for this timely assistance, persuaded the quiet Leigh to allow the boy to resume his position in their confidence. After some hesitation24 Mr. Leigh agreed, adding, however, that he hoped Bobbie would see that the first duty of little boys was to be seen and not heard; the second, not to go about interfering25 with what did not concern them. These Mr. Leigh declared to be ever golden rules, not to be broken without danger. Bobbie promised to bear the advice carefully in mind, and re-assumed his position in the house with satisfaction.
The two women were nearly always kind to him, and to them he became indebted for cheerful hours. The proudest memory of the Duchess’s was that of her one appearance on the music hall stage. It seemed that another young lady and herself, having, in the late sixties, saved their money, had made their bow from the small stage of a small hall attached to a small public-house in Banner Street, St. Luke’s. They called themselves the Sisters Montmorency (on the urgent recommendation of the agent), and sang a song which still remained her favourite air. When in very good temper and when Bobbie had been a very good boy, she would go out of the room, and re-enter with a fine swish of the skirts singing in a thin, quavering voice this verse:—
You should see us in our landor when we’re drivin’ in the Row,
You should ’ear us chaff26 the dukes and belted earls;
We’re daughters of nobility, so they treat us with ceevility,
For of well-bred, high-class damsels we’re the pearls.
It appeared that the two débutantes quarrelled with each other after the first performance over some point of etiquette27 and fought in Banner Street, St. Luke’s; as a consequence the partnership28 had thereupon been dissolved, and the Duchess’s career as an artiste of the music halls found itself checked and stopped.
Proud in the ownership of a new bowler29 hat; magnificent in the possession of a four-bladed knife with a corkscrew, which had come to him as his share of the contents of a portmanteau labelled from Scarborough to King’s Cross, and taken possession of at the latter station by Mr. Miller before the owner had time to claim it, Bobbie strolled along Old Street one evening, smoking a cigarette, and pushing small girls off the pavement p. 31into the roadway. Behind him walked Miss Trixie Bell, feathered hatted and a skirt furtively30 let out after departure from her mother’s shop in Pimlico Walk; Miss Bell, in crossing lakes on the pavement, felt justified31 in lifting her skirt carefully to avoid contact with the ground, which it cleared by about twelve inches. At a junction32 of the City Road the boy stopped to allow the confused trams to untie33 themselves, and looking round saw her.
“Cheer!” said Miss Bell with defiant34 shyness. “How’s the world using you?” Bobbie did not answer. “You ain’t seen me for a long time.”
“Ain’t wanted,” replied the boy.
“I’ve been away in the country,” said the young woman, in no way disconcerted. “’Mongst medders and pigs and farm yards and nuts, and I don’t know what all.”
“Well,” he said, “what of it?”
“You still living in Ely Place?”
“P’raps I am; p’raps I ain’t.”
“I wouldn’t live there for something,” remarked the girl, shrugging her shoulders.
“They wouldn’t let you,” replied the boy. “They’re very particular about the kerricter of people they ’ave there.”
“Must they all ’ave a bad kerricter?” asked Miss Bell innocently.
The trams at the junction of roads extricated35 themselves from the tangle36, and people who had been waiting on the kerb went across the roadway. Trixie Bell followed Bobbie, and they walked on opposite sides of the dimly-lighted pavement near St. Luke’s Asylum37, continuing their conversation with breaks occasioned by intervening passers-by.
“You’ve no call,” shouted the boy, “to come follering me about. I don’t want no truck with gels.”
“I s’pose you’ve bought the street, ain’t you?” asked Miss Bell loudly. “Seem to think you’re everybody ’cause you’ve got a bowler ’at on. Be wearing a chimney-pot next, I lay.”
“Shan’t ask your permission.”
“All the boys down in the country,” called out the girl, “wash ’emselves twice a day.”
“More fools them,” said Bobbie.
“They wouldn’t dare be seen going about with a dirty face and neck like what you’ve got.”
“Look ’ere,” said the boy savagely38. He moved nearer to her. “You leave my face and neck alone.”
“Sorry to do otherwise,” she remarked pertly.
“When I want any remarks from you ’bout my face and neck I’ll ast for ’em. Till then you keep your mouth shut ’r I’ll shut it for you.”
“You’d do a lot.”
Bobbie lifted his arm, but the small girl did not flinch39. He made another threatening gesture; instantly his new bowler hat went spinning into the middle of the road in imminent40 danger of being run over by a railway van. Bobbie rescued it adroitly41, and returning chased Miss Bell as far as Goswell Road.
“Don’t hit me,” she begged, panting; “I won’t do it again.”
“Time’s come,” said the boy hotly, “when I’ve got to punch your bloomin’ ’ead for you.”
p. 32“Lemme off this time,” craved42 Miss Bell, crouching43 against a shop window, “and I’ll stand you a ride back by tram.”
“You ain’t got no tuppence,” said Bobbie, relenting.
“I’ve got thruppence,” she said.
They walked on as far as Bloomsbury in order that they might have full money’s worth. When they boarded a departing tram, and the conductor shouted to them to get off, it delighted Bobbie very much to be able to confound the man by declaring themselves as passengers. To do honour to the occasion the boy rolled a cigarette, and, turning to a tall spectacled young man on the seat behind them, borrowed a match.
“Take two,” said the tall young man.
As the tram sailed past the lighted shops in Theobald’s Road, Trixie passed the twopence furtively to her companion, who paid the conductor with a lordly air, offering at the same time a few criticisms on the conductor’s appearance. Presently the girl touched very lightly his hand and moved nearer to him.
“Keep your ’ead off my shoulder,” he remarked brusquely.
“I want to tell you something,” said Trixie.
“Needn’t get so close.”
“My mother says—”
“What,” said Bobbie, “is the old cat still alive?”
“My mother says that if you like to leave those people what you’re with now and come and work at our shop as a errand boy—”
“A errand boy,” echoed Bobbie amazedly. “Work at that bloomin’ ’ole in the wall?’
“She’ll give you eighteen-pence a week and see that you ’ave good schooling44, and arrange so that you grow up respectable.”
Bobbie, recovering from his astonishment45, placed his cigarette on the seat in order that he might laugh without restraint.
“Of all the dam bits of cheek!” he declared exhaustedly46.
“Make a lot of difference to you,” said the wise young woman. “If you don’t grow up respectable you’ll simply—”
“Me, respectable,” said the amused boy. “Why, you silly little ijiot, d’you think I don’t know a trick worth fifty of that. I ain’t going to work for my bloomin’ livin’.”
“Won’t ’ave a chance to if the police get ’old of you.”
“Is that another one of your Mar’s remarks? ’Cause, if so, you tell her from me, that she’s a—”
“Let’s get down ’ere,” said Trixie Bell. She interrupted the string of adjectives by rising; there were tears in her eyes. “This is ’Oxton Street.”
“You can,” said the boy. “I’m goin’ on to Shoreditch.”
“Wish I—I hadn’t met you now,” she said, with a catch in her voice.
“Don’t let it ’appen again.”
“I’ll never speak to you,” sobbed48 Trixie Bell, “never no more in all my life.”
“Best bit of news I’ve ’eard for a age.”
“Don’t you expect—don’t you expect me ever to take notice of you in future, mind.”
“If you do,” said Bobbie, “I shall be under the pineful necessity of knocking your ’ead clean off.”
“Goo’-bye,” said the girl hesitatingly.
p. 33“Be slippy,” said Bobbie.
The tall young man on the seat behind leaned forward as Trixie Bell disappeared down the steps of the tram. He tapped Bobbie on the shoulder.
“You behaved rather discourteously49, sir, to your fair companion,” he said.
“Go on!” said Bobbie, recklessly. “All of you manage my affairs! Don’t mind me! I’ll sit back and not do nothing.”
“My excuse must be that we have met before. My name is Myddleton West, and I was at an inquest once—”
“I remember,” said the boy.
“Is the lady who has just gone engaged to you, may I ask?”
“No fear,” said Bobbie, disdainfully. “She’s a bit gone on me, that’s all. Perfect nuisance it is, if you ask me.”
“This,” said Myddleton West, “shows how awkward Providence50 is. With some of us the case is exactly the reverse.”
“You’re a lump better off without ’em,” said the boy sagely51.
“I only want one.”
“And one,” said Bobbie, “is sometimes one too many. What are you doing in this quarter? Thought you lived ’Olborn way.”
“I want the police station in Kingsland Road,” said the journalist. “I have to see the inspector about something. Do you know it?”
“Do I not?” said Bobbie confidently.
They descended52 at the turbulent junction of roads near Shoreditch Station, and the boy conducted Myddleton West along the noisy crowded pavement of Kingsland Road, under the railway arch towards the police station. Glancing down Drysdale Street as he passed, Bobbie noticed Bat Miller near the gas-lamp talking to Nose’s sister; observed also in the shadow of the arch Mrs. Bat Miller watching the scene, her face white and her lips moving. As soon as he had shown Myddleton West the entrance to the police station, and had received sixpence for his pains, he hurried through to Hoxton Street, coming back into Drysdale Street from that end. His intention had been to witness the comedy that he assumed to be impending53; to his great regret, just as Mr. Bat Miller began to punch the dark young woman affectionately, the young men who guarded Drysdale Street from the ruthless invader54 suddenly appeared, led by Nose and by Libbis, and the odds55 being about eight to one, drove him off with furious threats. He went back to the police station in order to complete the earning of his sixpence by reconducting Myddleton West to the tram for Bloomsbury. Approaching the station, on the steps of which plain clothes men were as usual lounging, he saw Mrs. Bat Miller on the opposite side of the roadway, her white apron56 over her head, beckoning57 to one of the plain clothes men. Then she walked carelessly into union Street. The detective followed her. Bobbie slipped across and stood in a doorway58.
“Well, my dear,” said the detective. “What’s your little game?”
“Mr. Thorpe,” said Mrs. Bat Miller, panting. She pressed one hand against her bodice and gasped59 for breath. “Do you want—want to do a fair cop?”
“A fair cop,” said Mr. Thorpe, cheerfully, “would just now come in very handy. Who are the parties?”
“He’s behaved like a wretch,” said the young woman breathlessly, “or I’d never ’are turned on him. I’m as striteforward a gel as ever breathed in all ’Oxton, ain’t I, Mr. Thorpe?”
p. 34“No one more so,” agreed the detective. “What’s the name of—”
“Anything else I could ’ave forgive him,” she said, trembling with passion. “When we’ve been ’ard up and he’s come ’ome with not a penny in his pocket and me gone without dinner, did I complain?”
“Course you didn’t. Who—”
“When he was put away for six months three year ago, didn’t I slave and keep myself to myself, and go and meet him down at Wandsworth when he came out?”
“No lady,” conceded Mr. Thorpe, “could have done more. What is—”
“When he was laid up in the orsepital,” she went on fiercely, “didn’t I go to see him every visiting day and take him nuts and oranges and goodness knows what all, and sit be his bedside for the hour together?”
“I really don’t know,” said the detective impartially60, “what men are coming to. Where are—”
“And then to go paying his attentions to a—”
“Not so loud!”
She checked herself and looked round. Then she took the lapel of Mr. Thorpe’s coat and whispered. Bobbie could not hear the words.
“Good!” exclaimed the detective. “Are they both indoors now?”
“If they ain’t you can wait for ’em,” she replied.
“Will six men be enough d’you think?”
“Six ’ll be ample, Mr. Thorpe,” she said. “And if Miller shows fight, tell them not to be afraid of knocking him about. It’ll do him good, the—”
“I’ll make a note of it,” said Mr. Thorpe. “You don’t want to come with us, I s’pose? You’d better not be seen p’raps?”
“You leave me to look after meself,” she answered.
“Come over and ’ave a cup of tea along with our female searcher,” suggested Mr. Thorpe.
“Tea be ’anged,” she said. “I shall want something stronger than tea when my paddy’s over.”
“Daresay we shall be able to get you a sovereign or two for this job if you keep yourself quiet.”
“Keep your money,” she cried angrily. “All I want is to be at the Sessions when he comes up and to watch her face.”
Bobbie crept from his doorway. Once in Kingsland Road, he flew along swiftly, slipping in and out of the crowd, and jumping a linen62 basket, to the astonishment of the two women who were carrying it. He scuttled63 through the dwarf64 posts and down Ely Place, knocking over one or two children toddling65 about in the way, and reaching the house so exhausted47 that he could only just give the usual whistle at the key-hole. Mr. Leigh opened the door, and seeing him took off the chain. The boy, staggering into the dimly-lighted passage leaned against the wall.
“Bat Miller in?” he panted.
“What’s the row?” demanded Mr. Leigh concernedly. Bobbie explained in a hurried, detached, spasmodic way. Mr. Leigh took a pair of scissors from his pocket, and, glancing at a slip of looking-glass, cut off the whiskers which fringed his face.
“Tell the wife,” said Mr. Leigh, quietly snipping66, “to meet me at Brenchley, if she gets clear. Tell her not to make no fuss.” He took his overcoat from the peg67, and a cloth cap with ear flaps. “Come straight here ’ave you?” he asked.
p. 35“Like a bloomin’ arrer.”
“Look outside and see if they’ve come up yet,” requested Mr. Leigh, tying the flaps of his cap under his chin. “We don’t want no bother or nothing.”
Ely Place being clear at the Hoxton Street end, Mr. Leigh, his head well down, went out of the doorway. He shook hands with Bobbie.
“You’re a capital boy,” whispered Mr. Leigh, approvingly. “If I’d got anything smaller than a tanner about me I’d give it you. Be good!”
Bobbie closed the door, and his heart fluttering, went upstairs to the front bedroom. The Duchess was asleep, dressed, on her bed; her high-heeled boots ludicrously obtrusive16. Bobbie aroused her and gave her the news.
“My old man’s safe, then? What about Bat Miller?” she asked, sitting up, affrightedly.
“We must watch out of the winder,” ordered Bobbie. “If he comes first we’ll wave him to be off; if he comes after they’re ’ere he’ll be nabbed.”
“You’ve got a ’ead on you,” said the Duchess, trembling, “that would be a credit to a Prime Minister. Come to the winder and—Let me ’old your ’and, I’m all of a shake.”
“They can’t touch us, can they?” asked Bobbie, stroking the woman’s thin trembling wrist.
“Hope not,” said the Duchess, nervously68. “But there, you never know what the law can do. Fancy her turning nark jest through a fit of jealousy. Is that Miller talking to one of the neighbours?”
Mr. Miller it was. Mr. Miller, chatting amiably69 with one of the lady neighbours on the subject of flowers and how to rear them; the lady neighbour being something of a horticulturist in her way, possessing, as she did, in her garden plot, one sooty shrub70, a limp sunflower, and several dandelions. Mr. Miller had just said something to the lady neighbour which had made her laugh uproariously, when, chancing to look up, he saw the signals of the Duchess and of Bobbie. His face took a note of interrogation; they motioned to him to go away with all despatch71. Mr. Bat Miller crammed72 his hat over his head and ran off blindly; so blindly indeed that, at the Kingsland Road end of the place, he jumped into the arms of three overcoated men led by Mr. Thorpe; escaping these, he was caught neatly73 by uniformed policemen who were close behind. At the same moment a similar force appeared at the Hoxton Street end of the place. Bobbie and the Duchess held each other’s hands and went downstairs. The faint sound of a hymn74 came from the closed door.
Three loud raps at the front door. Bobbie went along the passage and opened it. Mr. Thorpe, with the other men; out in the court a small interested crowd, the noise of windows being thrown up.
“Come about the white-washin’?” asked Bobbie, innocently.
“Take the chain off, me lad,” said Mr. Thorpe, with his foot inside.
“Right you are, sir.”
The men came into the dark passage and one of them flashed a bull’s-eye lantern around.
“Father in?” asked Mr. Thorpe.
“Well, no,” answered the boy, “he isn’t exactly in, sir.”
“Won’t be long, I daresay.”
p. 36“I wouldn’t wait, sir,” said Bobbie respectfully, “if I was you. Fact is he’s been dead some years.”
The man with the bull’s-eye made the circle of light dance to the bottom stair and discovered the Duchess. Another went to the closed door of the back room and put his shoulder against it.
“Now then, ma’am,” said Mr. Thorpe, turning from the boy impatiently. “Where’s your good gentleman?”
“Pray don’t ask me, fellow,” replied the Duchess, endeavouring to assume her accent of refinement75 with some want of success. “If you want him, I really think the best thing you can do is to find him.”
“Go upstairs, two of you,” commanded Mr. Thorpe. “Two others give Baker76 a help with that door. Someone look after this woman and the kid.”
Bobbie, his shoulder gripped by a broad hand, watched with interest. The door groaned77 complainingly for a moment or two; then it gave way with so much suddenness that the two men stumbled into the room. Between the figures of the men Bobbie could see the room crowded in the manner of a workshop of limited accommodation. A wooden bench stood against the shuttered windows; the flare78 of a fire out of sight reddened the untidy floor. On a table some circular moulds of plaster of Paris; near, some coins with a tail of metal attached that gave them an unconvincing appearance. Three pewter pots, half melted on the edge of an iron sink. A small battery in the corner, and at this seated the figure of a young man. The figure looked round casually79 as’ the men entered, and Bobbie caught sight of a face not pleasant to look upon.
“Is that the Fright?” whispered Bobbie to the Duchess. The Duchess nodded and touched her forehead.
“Tile loose!” she said.
The figure turned back to his work of plating, crooning his hymn as though the interruption was not worthy80 of any special notice. Then the door partially61 closed.
“Mind my shoulder, please,” said the Duchess affectedly81.
“I am minding it,” said the detective cheerfully.
“You’re no gentleman,” declared the Duchess, “or you wouldn’t behave to a lady in this way.”
“I was never what you may call a society man,” said the detective. “You seem to have got a rare old little snide factory here all to yourself.”
“I beg your pardon!” said the Duchess icily.
“Carried on nice and quiet too, apparently82. No show, no display, no what you may call arrogance83 about it.”
“What is this person talking about, Bobbie, my dear?”
“Ast him,” said Bobbie, his eyes fixed84 on the partially-closed door.
“This your boy, ma’am?”
“Are you addressing your conversation to me, sir?”
“Who does the kid belong to?”
“This lad,” said the Duchess, precisely85, “is, I regret to say, an orphan86. I took some interest in his case, and my husband and myself have, so to speak, adopted him.”
“Then you’ll probably have to unadopt him,” said the detective. “If he’s got no relatives the State will take him in hand.”
“Who’s she?” asked Bobbie, detaching his interest from the back room.
p. 37“The State’s got a pretty decent-sized family as it is,” went on the man, “and one extra won’t make much difference.” His two colleagues came downstairs. “Anybody?” he asked. The two men replied not a soul.
“Then one of ’em’s nipped off,” said the detective. “Go and tell the sergeant87.”
The door re-opened as the men proceeded to obey. Between two of Mr. Thorpe’s assistants came the demented man, his terrible face down; Bobbie was pulled back to allow them to conduct him through the passage. Finding himself going at a regular pace, he commenced to sing huskily a Moody88 and Sankey hymn with a marching rhythm.
“Hold the gospel banner high,
On to victory grand,
Satan and his hosts defy,
And shout for Danyul’s band.”
“Bring the woman and the boy,” ordered Mr. Thorpe. “And keep close round them. There’s an awkward crowd outside.”
The awkward crowd of Ely Place was not apparently ready to carry its awkwardness to the point of interference with the police. On the contrary, the crowd seemed anxious to show some friendliness89 towards the plain clothes men, saying, Good evening, Mr. Thorpe, sir; more work for you, I see. And how are you, Mr. Baker? and how’s that cold of yours getting on, I wonder? Some of the men of Mr. Thorpe’s regiment90 remained in charge of the house; the others assisted in conducting the three arrested people to the police station.
“Hullo, young man,” said Myddleton West, at the entrance. The crowd in Kingsland Road had swelled91 to the number of hundreds, and West had to wait for their departure. “You in this affair?”
“Looks like it,” said Bobbie.
“Can I do anything?” asked the long young journalist.
“Yes!”
“Tell me!”
“Keep your head shut,” said the boy gruffly. “I don’t want no one interfering with my affairs.”
“Deplorable thing,” remarked Myddleton West aside to the sergeant, “for a child like that.”
“Not at all, sir,” said Mr. Thorpe, “not at all. We’ve nabbed him just in time.”
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