The Passing of Paul Pennyfeather
A FEW days later Paul was summoned to the Governor's room.
'I have an order here from the Home Secretary granting leave for you to go into a private nursing home for the removal of your appendix. You will start under escort, in plain clothes, this morning.'
'But, sir,' said Paul, 'I don't want to have my appendix removed. In fact, it was done years ago when I was still at school.'
'Nonsense!' said the Governor. 'I've got an order here from the Home Secretary especially requiring that it shall be done. Officer, take this man away and give him his clothes for the journey.'
Paul was led away. The clothes in which he had been tried had been sent with him from Blackstone. The warder took them out of a locker2, unfolded them and handed them to Paul. 'Shoes, socks, trousers, waistcoat, coat, shirt, collar, tie, and hat,' he said. 'Will you sign for them? The jewellery stays here.' He collected the watch, links, tie pin, note case, and the other odds3 and ends that had been in Paul's pockets and put them back in the locker. 'We can't do anything about your hair,' said the warder, 'but you're allowed a shave.'
Half an hour later Paul emerged from his cell, looking for all the world like a normal civilized4 man, such as you might see daily in any tube railway.
'Feels funny, don't it?' said the warder who let him out. 'Here's your escort.'
Another normal civilized man, such as you might see daily in any tube railway, confronted Paul.
'Time we started, if you're quite ready,' he said. Robbed of their uniforms, it seemed natural that they should treat each other with normal consideration. Indeed, Paul thought he detected a certain deference5 in the man's tone.
'It's very odd,' said Paul in the van that took them to the station; 'it's no good arguing with the Governor, but he's made some ridiculous mistake. I've had my appendix out already.'
'Not half,' said the warder with a wink6, 'but don't go talking about it so loud. The driver's not in on this.'
A first class carriage had been reserved for them in the train. As they drew out of Egdon Station the warder said; 'Well, that's the last you'll see of the old place for some time. Solemn thought, death, ain't it?' And he gave another shattering wink.
They had luncheon7 in their carriage, Paul feeling a little too shy of his closely cropped head to venture hatless into the restaurant car. After luncheon they smoked cigars. The warder paid from a fat note case. 'Oh, I nearly forgot,' he said. 'Here's your will for you to sign, in case anything should happen.' He produced a long blue paper and handed it to Paul. The Last Will and Testament8 of Paul Pennyfeather was handsomely engrossed9 at the top. Below, it was stated, with the usual legal periphrases, that he left all he possessed10 to Margot Beste-Chetwynde. Two witnesses had already signed below the vacant space. 'I'm sure this is all very irregular,' said Paul signing; 'I wish you'd tell me what all this means.'
'I don't know nothing,' said the warder. 'The young gentleman give me the will.'
'What young gentleman?'
'How should I know?' said the warder. 'The young gentleman what's arranged everything. Very sensible to make a will. You never know with an operation what may happen, do you? I had an aunt died having gallstones taken out, and she hadn't made a will. Very awkward it was, her not being married properly, you see. Fine healthy woman, too, to look at her. Don't you get worried, Mr Pennyfeather; everything will be done strictly11 according to regulations.'
'Where are we going? At least you must know that.'
For answer the warder took a printed card from his pocket.
Cliff Place, Worthing, he read. High class Nursing and Private Sanatorium. Electric thermal12 treatment under medical supervision13. Augustus Fagan, M.D., Proprietor14. 'Approved by the Home Secretary,' said the warder. 'Nothing to complain of.'
Later in the afternoon they arrived. A car was waiting to take them to Cliff Place.
'This ends my responsibility,' said the warder. 'From now on the doctor's in charge.'
*
Like all Dr Fagan's enterprises, Cliff Place was conceived on a large scale. The house stood alone on the seashore some miles from the town, and was approached by a long drive. In detail, however, it showed some signs of neglect. The veranda15 was deep in driven leaves; two of the windows were broken. Paul's escort rang the bell at the front door, and Dingy16 dressed as a nurse, opened it to them.
'The servants have all gone,' she said. 'I suppose this the appendicitis17 case. Come in.' She showed no signs of recognizing Paul as she led him upstairs. 'This is your room. The Home Office regulations insisted that it should be on an upper storey with barred windows. We have had to put the bars in specially1. They will be charged for in the bill. The surgeon will be here in a few minutes.'
As she went out she locked the door. Paul sat down on the bed and waited. Below his window the sea beat on the shingle18. A small steam yacht lay at anchor some distance out to sea. The grey horizon faded indistinctly into the grey sky.
Presently steps approached, and his door opened. In came Dr Fagan, Sir Alastair Digby Vane Trumpington, and an elderly little man with a drooping19 red moustache, evidently much the worse for drink.
'Sorry we're late,' said Sir Alastair, 'but I've had an awful day with this man trying to keep him sober. He gave me the slip just as we were starting. I was afraid at first that he was too tight to be moved, but I think he can just carry on. Have you got the papers made out?"
No one paid much attention to Paul.
'Here they are,' said Dr Fagan. 'This is the statement you are to forward to the Home Secretary, and a duplicate for the Governor of the prison. Shall I read them to you?'
' 'Sh'all right!' said the surgeon.
'They merely state that you operated on the patient for appendicitis, but that he died under the anaesthetic without regaining20 consciousness.'
'Poor ole chap!' said the surgeon. 'Poor, poor l'il girl!' And two tears of sympathy welled up in his eyes. 'I daresay the world had been very hard on her. It's a hard world for women.'
'That's all right,' said Sir Alastair. 'Don't worry. You did all that was humanly possible.'
'That's the truth,' said the surgeon, 'and I don't care who knows it.'
'This is the ordinary certificate of death,' said Dr Fagan. 'Will you be so good as to sign it there?'
'Oh, death, where is thy sting a ling a ling?' said the surgeon, and with these words and a laboured effiort of the pen he terminated the legal life of Paul Pennyfeather.
'Splendid!' said Sir Alastair. 'Now here's your money. If I were you I should run off and have a drink while the pubs are still open.'
'D'you know, I think I will,' said the surgeon, and left the sanatorium.
There was a hush21 for nearly a minute after he had left the room. The presence of death, even in its coldest and most legal form, seemed to cause an air of solemnity. It was broken at length by the arrival of Flossie, splendidly attired22 in magenta23 and green.
'Why, here you all are!' she said with genuine delight. 'And Mr Pennyfeather, too, to be sure! Quite a little party!'
She had said the right thing. The word 'party' seemed to strike a responsive note in Dr Fagan.
'Let us go down to supper,' he said. 'I'm sure we all have a great deal to be thankful for.'
*
After supper Dr Fagan made a little speech. 'I think this an important evening for most of us,' he said, 'most of all for my dear friend and sometime colleague Paul Pennyfeather, in whose death to night we are all to some extent participants. For myself as well as for him it is the beginning of a new phase of life. Frankly24, this nursing-home has not been a success. A time must come to every man when he begins to doubt his vocation25. You may think me almost an old man, but I do not feel too old to start lightheartedly on a new manner of life. This evening's events have made this possible for me. I think,' he said, glancing at his daughters, 'that it is time I was alone. But this is not the hour to review the plans of my future. When you get to my age, if you have been at all observant of the people you have met and the accidents which have happened to you, you cannot help being struck with an amazing cohesiveness26 of events. How promiscuously27 we who are here this evening have been thrown together! How enduring and endearing the memories that from now onwards will unite us! I think we should drink a toast to Fortune, a much maligned28 lady.'
Once before Paul had drunk the same toast. This time there was no calamity29. They drank silently, and Alastair rose from the table.
'It's time Paul and I were going,' he said.
They walked down to the beach together. A boat was waiting for them.
'That's Margot's yacht,' said Alastair. 'It's to take you to her house at Corfu until you've decided30 about things. Good bye. Good luck!'
'Aren't you coming any farther?' asked Paul.
'No, I've got to drive back to King's Thursday. Margot will be anxious to know how things have gone off.'
Paul got into the boat and was rowed away. Sir Alastair, like Sir Bedivere, watched him out of sight.
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