This was all the easier, because the very man who had caused that gentleman’s arrest had done so without any intention of actually bringing him to any “trial and conviction.”
Such a net as they had cast around the Major was readily untangled by the skilful1 fingers of the great lawyer, even while he transferred the whole of it to his own control.
As to the moderate sum of money it cost him, he never once thought of that.
The immediate2 consequences were twofold.
The first, that Major Montague found himself that Saturday morning, sitting in front of the Judge’s table in the inner room of his suite3 of “offices,” to all appearances, at least, a free man again.
[Pg 314]The second, that the moment the doors of the prison closed behind him and he found his movements once more untrammeled, Major Montague began to feel a strong return of his habitual4 “bumptiousness,” not to say insolence5, of disposition6.
“I’m out now,” he said to himself, “and old Danvers’ll never dream of sending me back again. Besides, I don’t half believe he can. Anyhow, I mean to make some kind of terms for myself before I tell him all I know. It’s the best card I’ve got and he must pay for it before he plays it.”
Another idea, and one against the evil of which Judge Danvers ought to have carefully guarded him, had been that he would go and poison himself with “just about five fingers of old rye,” before he went to the lawyer’s office.
Not that such a man could find anything like intoxication7 in a single drink of whiskey, however liberal, but that it supplied him with the very kind of wooden-headed obstinacy8 which he thought he needed, and which fools of his kind—all fools who drink whiskey—mistake for courage.
[Pg 315]“I can face him down now,” he muttered, as he reached the door, “only I wish I’d put in just one more real good snifter.”
Another, most likely, would have been followed by “just one more,” for his prison fare had left him very “dry.”
There he was now, however, with the hard penetrating9 eyes of Judge Danvers looking him through and through as he asked him:
“Did you ever see that black valise before?”
“It’s the one Jack10 Chills stole from me the day he ran away,” said the Major, with a toss of his head.
“No nonsense, please,” calmly responded the lawyer. “Now, you’ve promised to tell me the history of it and what is in it. Perhaps the shortest way will be to open it at once.”
“That’s my property, Judge,” said the Major, in a voice which was getting louder and firmer. “It’s mine, and I’ll open it when and where I please. I’ll thank you to hand it right over to me.”
“Hand it over to you?” exclaimed the lawyer.
“Yes, or pay me my own price for it. I want ten thousand down, and good security——”
[Pg 316]“Pay you—you miserable11 jail-bird!” almost fiercely interrupted the angry lawyer. “I’ll pay you——”
Under other circumstances, the manifest indignation of so dangerous a man as Judge Danvers would probably have cowed the Major at once, but the alcoholic12 poison he had absorbed had done its usual work. He was—or seemed to be—perfectly sober, but the idea uppermost in his mind at the moment, was that he could assert his ownership of that valise, and that he had the physical strength to “clean out” not only the lawyer, but his whole office full of clerks.
He sprang to his feet, therefore, and was reaching out his long, powerful arm towards the black leather prize, when the door of the office swung open, just as Judge Danvers struck sharply upon his sonorous13 little table-bell.
“Mr. Norton!” exclaimed the Judge, whose usually placid14 face was fairly purple with indignation.
“Norton!” echoed Major Montague, as he drew back his hand and turned to face the newcomer.
“Davis!” shouted the Judge to the clerk who[Pg 317] now put his head inside the door, “call an officer and ask him to wait outside.”
“One here now, sir,” responded the clerk.
“All right,” said the Judge. “Sit down, Montague. Mr. Norton, I am glad to see you, but I’m very much occupied at this moment. Please excuse me till I’m done with this person.”
“Ah! yes, of course; I beg your pardon, really,” returned the Englishman. “But, Judge Danvers, if you’ll allow me, I’d like to take a look at your friend there. Did I hear you call him Montague?”
There was a strong expression of disgust on the lawyer’s face when Norton began, but it was now rapidly changing to one of intense curiosity if not of expectation.
That of Major Montague, however, had undergone an even more complete and rapid transformation16.
He had even made a motion towards the door, without so much as grasping for the valise, but the assured presence of the “officer” in the outer room came crushingly upon him, and he sank back on his chair in a state of mind that was[Pg 318] plainly too much for even the strength of the “old rye.”
Mr. Ashbel Norton walked slowly and steadily17 forward, looking straight in the face of the Major, and it instantly occurred to Judge Danvers that there was a decided18 resemblance to be traced between them, although the Englishman was somewhat the more slender and younger looking of the two.
The only remark the Judge made was, however, “Major Montague—Mr. Ashbel Norton,” as if he were formally introducing two gentlemen.
“Montague!” again repeated the latter. “Now, that’s very good indeed! Bob, you old sinner, have I found you at last? What have you done with Lydia’s child? Where are the papers? Montague, indeed! Judge Danvers, I’m more sorry and ashamed than I can tell you; but I am compelled to make you acquainted with my elder brother, Mr. Robert Norton, formerly19 a gentleman and a Major in the British army. What he is now you may perhaps know as well as I do.”
The most cowardly of all wild beasts, from a[Pg 319] wolf down to a rat, will show fight when he is cornered, and the “Major” was, probably, never a physical poltroon20.
Well was it, therefore, that Ashbel Norton had been an “Eton boy” and was a master of the art of self-defence. Well too, probably, that his graceless brother had no better weapon than his huge fist at his command.
Ashbel warded21 off very skilfully22 the half-dozen furious blows which were rained upon him, but without once “striking back,” and by that time there was a heavier hand than that of Judge Danvers could have been, upon the shoulder of the Major, and the “thud” of an officer’s “locust” was beginning to sound on his head and arms.
It was a hopeless sort of business, and the sudden gust15 of uncontrollable rage died away into a fit of utter dejection.
“Yes, Ash,” he exclaimed, as he was again forced down upon a chair, “you’ve found me. I should have made it all right myself, in a little while. I was making arrangements for that very thing.”
“Make it right, Robert?” exclaimed Ashbel[Pg 320] Norton. “You make it right? I won’t speak of the money you’ve wasted or the family you have disgraced. I won’t say anything of the way you ruined yourself and tried to ruin others! Make it right? Can you make it right with Lydia, for all she has suffered, or with your own wife?”
“Ashbel,” huskily replied the now drooping23 and trembling Major, “don’t speak of my wife. I saw her death in the papers, years ago.”
“And she died of a broken heart,” interrupted Ashbel.
“But Lydia,” continued the Major, “I can do something for her. I’ve kept every paper and——”
“Robert,” exclaimed Ashbel, “Lydia, too, is dead, and that, also, is on your own conscience.”
“Lydia dead? That, too, on me?” half vacantly responded the Major. Whatever may have been on his “conscience,” just then, if indeed he still kept any such thing about him, his mind was grasping at a very different idea, for his next question was:
“And did she leave a will?”
“Indeed she did,” replied Ashbel, half angrily.[Pg 321] “You’ve no chance there. Judge Danvers has a copy of it in his safe.”
The Major stole a quick glance at the table where the valise had been, but it had disappeared. That too, was now “in the safe.”
“And so Lydia’s dead,” slowly soliloquized the Major, as he bent24 his eyes upon the floor. “And she’s made a will. That was a turn of things that never occurred to me.”
“Nothing ever did seem to occur to you, except your own brutal25 selfishness,” remarked Mr. Ashbel Norton, but the Major turned now to Judge Danvers, with:
“I’m ready to hear anything you’ve got to say about that valise, Judge.”
“Say?” exclaimed Ashbel Norton. “I’m the only man who has anything to say about that, Judge Danvers. You will understand that he has nothing more to do with any of those effects.”
“They are in my charge,” quietly remarked the Judge, “not only as your own legal representative, but also as counsel for the claimant in the case, by whom they were deposited with me.”
[Pg 322]“You have found him, then?” almost shouted Mr. Ashbel Norton.
“Perhaps,” replied the Judge. “At all events it will be necessary to protect ourselves against any escape of Mr. Robert Norton. He must be kept under lock and key till we need him again.”
“Judge,” exclaimed the Major, “didn’t you give me your promise?”
“And didn’t I keep it,” asked Judge Danvers. “And didn’t you break your own, as soon as you thought you had a chance? Take him in charge, Mr. Officer. I’ll come right along and attend to his commitment. Mr. Norton, I must really ask you to excuse me until Monday at ten o’clock. I have other persons to consult in this matter. I hope you feel assured that your interests are safe in my hands.”
The Englishman seemed in a sort of brown study for a moment, but then he held out his hand, saying heartily26:
“I don’t quite understand it, indeed, but you seem to have done wonders, already. The presence here of my unfortunate brother, so completely in your power, proves that. So does the[Pg 323] fact that you seem to have obtained possession of the papers in so short a time. I’d no idea the American detective police was up to that sort of thing. Indeed, my dear sir, I trust the whole matter entirely27 to your discretion28.”
“And I shall see you on Monday morning at ten?” said the Judge.
“Without fail,” replied Norton, “only I can’t see how I’ll take care of myself during the meantime.”
“You can manage that, I guess,” said the old lawyer, as he grasped his hat and hurried away.
His first care was to see that “Major Montague” was properly secured where he could be had when wanted, and he might well be pardoned any lack of anxiety as to where and how Mr. Ashbel Norton should worry away his time over Sunday.
The Major’s affair was a very easy and simple one, thanks to his hot temper and folly29, but, as soon as that was attended to, Judge Danvers had an errand to the house of Dr. Manning.
His conference with the good physician was by no means a brief one, and Val’s kind-faced[Pg 324] mother was called in for her share of it, but when it was concluded, Dr. Manning said:
“It’s really very wonderful, all of it. I’m very glad such an opportunity has come to me. Of course, you can depend on me for any amount of money it may cost to secure justice. How much do you require now?”
“Money!” exclaimed the Judge. “Not a cent. Why, this is my affair. Do you take me for a pauper30?”
“Hardly that,” said the Doctor, with a benevolent31 smile. “You are richer than I am, for all I know, but I can’t consent to let you work for nothing or pay my law bills.”
“Your bills!” exclaimed the Judge. “Do you think a man has no soul because he’s a lawyer? I know that’s the prevailing32 impression, but it’s wrong in my case.”
“I believe that fully,” replied Dr. Manning; “but I want you to understand that I have at least as deep an interest in this matter as you have.”
“Well, then,” replied the Judge, “if I lose anything in it, I’ll call on you for your check for half. Is that fair?”
[Pg 325]“Perfectly,” said Dr. Manning. “When shall you send for him?”
“First thing Monday,” said the Judge. “I arranged that with him when I was there. We’ll have this matter settled, or nearly so, before we’re a week older.”
That was all very well for them who seemed to understand it, but what of the two impatient boys up there in Ogleport?
What, too, of Mr. Ashbel Norton, fretting33 and fuming34 at his hotel, or in aimless drives around the city?
What, more than all, of Major Montague, alias35 “Major Robert Norton, formerly of the British army,” as he drooped36 and muttered behind the bars of his solitary37 prison cell?
“I never dreamed of this,” he said, as if reproaching somebody. “It came awfully38 near it sometimes, that’s a fact; but I always thought I could fend39 it off somehow. I always did, too, till that young rascal40 caught me in a bad way, and run off with that valise. And so poor Lydia’s dead, and she’s left a will! Don’t I wish I knew just what was in that will!”
Very likely he did, but, just as likely it would[Pg 326] not have done him any especial amount of good if he had been familiar with every word of it.
He was only one of the vast crowd of human beings who “make their own bed” and then have to lie on it.
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