It must have been in my second year of humble1 office that the burglary scare took possession of Witching Hill. It was certainly the burglars' month of November, and the fogs confirmed its worst traditions. On a night when the street lamps burst upon one at the last moment, like the flash of cannon2 through their own smoke, a house in Witching Hill Road was scientifically entered, and the silver abstracted in a style worthy3 of precious stones. In that instance the thieves got clear away with their modest spoil. It was as though they then made a deliberate sporting selection of the ugliest customer on the Estate. Their choice fell upon a Colonel Arthur Cheffins, who not only kept fire-arms but knew how to use them, and gave such an account of himself that it was a miracle how the rascals4 escaped with their lives.
The first I heard of this affair was a volley of gravel5 on my window at dead of night. Then came Uvo Delavoye's voice through the fog before I quite knew what I was doing at the open window. Colonel Cheffins lived in the house opposite the Delavoyes', where he had lately started a cramming6 establishment on a small scale; and on his rushing over the road to the rescue, at the first sound of the fusillade, poor Uvo had himself been under fire in the fog. The good colonel was in a great way about it, I gathered, although no harm had been done, and it was only one of the pupils who had loosed off in his excitement. But would I care to come along and inspect the damage then and there? If so, they would be glad to see me, and as yet there was whisky for all comers.
I turned out instantly in my dressing-gown and slippers8, found Uvo shivering in his, and raced him to the scene. It took some finding in the fog, until the lighted hall flashed upon us like a dark lantern at arm's length. In the class room at the back of the house, round the gas fire which obtained in all our houses, pedagogue10 and pupils were still telling their tale by turns and in chaotic12 chorus. Their audience was smaller than I expected. A little knot of unsporting tenants13 seemed more disposed to complain of the disturbance14 than to take up the chase; but indeed that was hopeless in the fog and darkness, and before long Uvo and I were the only interlopers left. We remained by special invitation, for I had made friends with the colonel over the papering and painting of his house, while Uvo had just shown himself a would-be friend indeed.
"It's a very easy battle to reconstruct," said the crammer at the foot of his stairs. "I was up there on the landing when I took my first shot at the scoundrels. You'll find it in the lower part of the front door. One of them blazed back, and there's the hole in the landing window. I had last word from the mat, and I've been looking for it in the gate, but I begin to hope we may find a drop or two of their blood instead to-morrow morning."
Colonel Cheffins was a little bald man with a tooth-brush moustache, and bright eyes that danced with frank delight in the whole adventure. He looked every inch the old soldier, even in a Jaeger suit of bedroom overalls15, and I vastly preferred him to his two young men; but scholastic16 connections are not formed by picking and choosing your original material. Delavoye and I, however, made as free as they with the whisky bottle as a substitute for adequate clothing, and the one who had nearly committed manslaughter had some excuse in his depression and remorse17.
"If I'd hit you," he said to Uvo, "I'd have blown my own silly brains out with the next chamber18. I'm not kidding. I wouldn't shoot a man for twenty thousand pounds!"
And he shuddered19 into the chair nearest the glowing lumps of white asbestos licked by thin blue flames.
"God bless my soul, no more would I!" cried the crammer heartily20. "I aimed low on purpose not to do more than wing them; there's my bullet in the door to say so, whereas theirs fairly whistled past my head on its way through that upstairs window. They're a most desperate gang of sportsmen, I assure you."
"There's certainly something to be said for keeping a revolver," observed Uvo, eyeing the brace21 now lying on the cast-iron chimneypiece.
"Do you mean to say you haven't got one?" cried Colonel Cheffins.
"I do. I wouldn't keep one even out in Egypt. I hate the beastly things," said Uvo Delavoye.
"But why?"
"Oh, I don't know. There's something so uncanny about them. They lie so snug22 in your pocket, and you needn't even take them out to send yourself to Kingdom Come!"
"Why yourself, Mr. Delavoye?"
"You never know. You might go mad with the beastly thing about you."
"God bless my soul!" cried the colonel, with cocked eyebrows23. "You might go mad while you're shaving, and cut yourself too deep, for that matter!"
"Or when you're waiting for a train, or looking out of a window!" I put in, to laugh Uvo out of the morbid24 vein25 which I understood in him but others might easily misconstrue. I could see the two young pupils exchanging glances as I spoke26.
"No," he replied, laughing in his turn, to my relief; "none of those ways would come as easy, and they'd all hurt more. However, to be quite serious, I must own it isn't the time or place for these little prejudices against the only cure for the present epidemic27. And yet for my part I'd always rather trust to one of my Soudanese weapons, with which you couldn't have an accident if you tried."
Over the way, his own rooms were freely hung with murderous trophies28 acquired in the back-blocks of the Nile; but I felt more and more that Uvo Delavoye was wilfully29 misrepresenting himself to these three strangers; and the best I could hope was that a certain dash of sardonic31 gaiety might lead them to suppose that it was all his chaff32.
"Well," said the colonel, "if those are your views I only hope you haven't many "valuables" in the house."
"On the contrary, colonel, everything we've got over there is a few sizes too big for its place, and our plate-chest simply wouldn't go into the strong-room of the local bank. So where do you think we keep it?"
"I've no idea."
"In the bathroom!" cried Uvo Delavoye, with the shock of laughter which was the refreshing33 finish of some of his moodiest34 fits. But you had to know him to appreciate his subtle shades, especially to separate the tangled35 threads of grim fun and gay earnest, and I feared that the gallant36 little veteran was beginning to regard him as a harmless lunatic. A shake of his bald head was all his comment on the statement that moved Delavoye himself to sudden mirth. And on the whole I was thankful when the return of a man-servant with a nervous constable37, grabbed out of the fog by a lucky dip, provided us with an excuse for groping our way across the road.
"It wasn't rot. I meant every word of it."
"The more shame for you, if you did; but you know very well you don't."
"My dear Gilly, I wouldn't live with one of those nasty little weapons for worlds. I—I couldn't, Gilly—not long!"
He had me quite tightly by the hand.
"I'm coming in with you," I said. "You're not fit to be alone."
"Oh, yes, I am!" he laughed. "I haven't got one of those things yet, and I shall never get one. I'd rather thieves broke in and stole every ounce of silver in the place."
So we parted for what was left of the night, instead of turning it into day as we often did with less excuse; and for once my powers of sleep deserted40 me. But it was not the attempted burglary, or any one of its sensational41 features, that kept me awake; it was the lamentable42 conversation of Uvo Delavoye on the subject of fire-arms, and that no longer as affecting other minds, but as revealing his own. I had often heard him indulge his morbid fancies, but never so gratuitously43 or before strangers. To me he could and would say anything, but of late he had been less free with me and I more anxious about him. He had now been over eighteen months on the shelf. That was his whole trouble. It was not that he was ever seriously ill, but that he was always well enough to worry because he was no better or fitter for work. His mind raced like an engine, and the futile44 wear and tear was beginning to tell on the whole machinery45. To be sure, he had written a little in a desultory46 way, but I never thought his heart was in his pen, and his fastidious taste was a deterrent47 rather than a spur. Yet he railed about the bread of idleness, said a man should be fit or dead, and that his mother and sister would be better off without him. Those ladies were again from home, and the fact did not make it easier to dissociate such sayings from an unhealthy horror of loaded revolvers.
So you may think what I felt the very next evening—which I did insist on spending at No. 7—when the distasteful conversation was renewed and developed to the point of outrage48. Daylight and less fog had failed to reveal any trace whatever of the thieves, and it became evident that the colonel's moral victory (he had lost a few spoons) was also a regrettably bloodless one. I saw no more of him during a day of vain excitement, but at night his card was brought up to Uvo's room, and the old fellow followed like a new pin.
I was in those days none too nice about my clothes, and both of us young fellows were more or less as we had been all day; but the sight of the dapper coach in his well-cut dinner jacket, with shirt-front shining like his venerable pate49, and studded with a couple of good pearls, might well have put us to the blush. Under his arm he carried a big cigar-box, and this he presented to Delavoye with a courtly sparkle.
"You rushed to our aid last night, Mr. Delavoye, and we nearly shot you for your pains!" said the colonel. "Pray accept a souvenir which in your hands, I hope, and in similar circumstances, is less likely to end in so much smoke."
Uvo lifted the lid and the gas-light flashed from the plated parts of a six-chambered revolver with a six-inch barrel. It was one of the deadly brace that we had seen on the colonel's chimneypiece in the middle of the night.
"I can't take it from you," said Delavoye, shrinking palpably from the pistol. "I really am most grateful to you, Colonel Cheffins, but I've done nothing to deserve such a handsome gift."
"I beg to differ," said the colonel, "and I shall be sorely hurt if you refuse it. You never know when your turn may come; after your own account of that plate-chest, I shan't lie easy in my bed until I feel you are properly prepared against the worst."
"But my poor mother would rather lose every salt-cellar, Colonel Cheffins, than have a man shot dead on her stairs."
"I shouldn't dream of shooting him dead," replied the colonel. "I shouldn't even go as far as I went last night, if I could help it. But with that barrel glittering in your hand, Mr. Delavoye, I fancy you'd find it easier to keep up a conversation with some intrusive50 connoisseur51."
"Is it loaded?" I asked as Uvo took the weapon gingerly from its box.
"Not at the moment, and I fear these few cartridges52 are all I can spare. I only keep enough myself for an emergency. I need hardly warn you, by the way, against pistol practice in these little gardens? It would be most unsafe with a revolver of this calibre. Why, God bless my soul, you might bring down some unfortunate person in the next parish!"
I entirely54 agreed, but Delavoye was not attending. He was playing with the colonel's offering as a child plays with fire, with the same intent face and meddlesome55 maladroitness56. It was a mercy it was not loaded. I saw him wince57 as the hammer snapped unexpectedly; then he kept on snapping it, as though the sensation fascinated ear or finger; and just as I found myself enduring an intolerable suspense58, Uvo ended it with a reckless light in his sunken eyes.
"I'm a lost man, Gilly!" said he, with a grim twinkle for my benefit. "I was afraid I should be if I once felt it in my paw. It's extraordinarily59 kind of you, Colonel Cheffins, and you must forgive me if I seem to have been looking your gift in the barrel. But the fact is I have always been rather chary60 of these pretty things, and I must thank you for the chance of overcoming the weakness."
His tone was sincere enough. So was the grave face turned upon Colonel Cheffins. But its very gravity angered and alarmed me, and I was determined61 to have his decision in more explicit62 terms.
"Then the pistol's yours, is it, Uvo?" I asked, with the most disingenuous63 grin that I could muster64.
"Till death us do part!" he answered. And his laugh jarred every fibre in my body.
I never knew how seriously to take him; that was the worst of his elusive65 humour, or it may be of my own deficiency in any such quality. I confess I like a man to laugh at his own jokes, and to look as though he meant the things he does mean. Uvo Delavoye would do either—or neither—as the whim66 took him, and I used sometimes to think he cultivated a wilful30 subtlety67 for my special bewilderment. Thus in this instance he was quite capable of assuming an alarming pose to pay me out for any undue68 anxiety I might betray on his behalf; therefore I had to admire the revolver in my turn, and even to acclaim69 it as a timely acquisition. But either Uvo was not deceived, or else I was right as to his morbid feeling about the weapon. He seemed unable to lay it down. Sometimes he did so with apparent resolution, only to pick it up again and sit twisting the empty chambers70 round and round, till they ticked like the speedometer of a coasting bicycle. Once he slipped in one of the cartridges. The colonel looked at me, and I perched myself on the desk at Uvo's side. But the worst thing of all was the way his hand trembled as he promptly71 picked that cartridge53 out again.
We had said not a word, but Uvo rattled72 on with glib73 vivacity74 and the laugh that got upon my nerves. His new possession was his only theme. He could no more drop the subject than the thing itself. It was the revolver, the whole revolver, and nothing but the revolver for Uvo Delavoye that night. He was childishly obsessed75 with its unpleasant possibilities, but he treated them with a grim levity76 not unredeemed by wit. His bloodthirsty prattle77 grew into a quaint78 and horrible harangue79 eked80 out with quotations81 that stuck like burs. More than once I looked to Colonel Cheffins for a disapproval82 which would come with more weight from him than me; but decanter and syphon had been brought up soon after his arrival, and he only sipped83 his whisky with an amused air that made me wonder which of us was going daft.
"Talk about bare bodkins, otherwise hollow-ground razors!" cried Uvo, emptying his glass. "I couldn't do the trick with cold steel if I tried; but with a revolver you've only got to press the trigger and it does the rest. Then—I wonder if you even live to hear the row?—then, Gilly, it's a case of that 'big blue mark in his forehead and the back blown out of his head!'"
"That wasn't a revolver," said I, for he had taught me to worship his modern god of letters; "that was the Snider that 'squibbed in the jungle.'"
Delavoye looked it up in his paper-covered copy.
"Quite right, Gilly!" said he. "But what price this from the very next piece?
"'So long as those unloaded guns
We keep beside the bed,
Blow off, by obvious accident,
The lucky owner's head.'
"That's a bit more like it than the big blue mark, eh? And my gifted author is the boy who can handle these little dears better than anybody else in the class; he don't only use 'em for moral suasion under arms, but he makes you smell the blood and hear the thunder!"
Colonel Cheffins seemed to have had enough at last; he rose to go with rather a perfunctory laugh, and I jumped up to see him out on the plea of something I had to say about his damaged door and window.
"For God's sake, sir, get your revolver back from him!" was what I whispered down below. "He's not himself. He hasn't been his own man for over a year. Get it back from him before he takes a turn for the worse and—and——"
"I know what you mean," said the colonel, "but I don't believe it's as bad as you think. I'll see what I can do. I might say I've smashed the other, but I mustn't say it too soon or he'll smell a rat. I must leave him to you meanwhile, Mr. Gillon, but I honestly believe it's all talk."
And so did I as the dapper little coach smiled cheerily under the hall lamp, and I shut the door on him and ran up to Uvo's room two steps at a time. But on the threshold I fell back, for an instant, as though that accursed revolver covered me; for he was seated at his desk, his back to the room, his thumb on the trigger—and the muzzle84 in his right ear.
I crept upon him and struck it upwards85 with a blow that sent the weapon flying from his grasp. It had not exploded; it was in my pocket before he could turn upon me with a startled oath.
"What are you playing at, my good fellow?" cried he.
"What are you?"
"What do you suppose? You didn't think I'd gone and loaded it, did you? I was simply seeing—if you want to know—whether one would use one's forefinger87 or one's thumb. I've quite decided88 on the thumb."
"Uvo," I said, pouring out more whisky than I intended, "this is more than I can stick even from you, old fellow! You've gone on and on about this infernal shooter till I never want to see one in my life again. If you meant to blow out your brains this very night, you couldn't have said more than you have done. What rhyme or reason is there in such crazy talk?"
"I didn't say it was either poetry or logic," he answered, filling his pipe. "But it's a devilish fascinating idea."
"The idea of wanton suicide? You call that fascinating?"
"Not as an end. It's a poor enough end. I was thinking of the means—the cold trigger against your finger—the cold muzzle in your ear—the one frightful89 bang and then the Great What Next!"
"The Great What Next for you," I said, as his eyes came dancing through a cloud of birdseye, "is Cane90 Hill or Colney Hatch, if you don't take care."
"I prefer the Village mortuary, if you don't mind, Gilly."
"Either would be so nice for your mother and sister!"
"And I'm such a help to them as I am, aren't I? Think of the bread I win and all the dollars I'm raking in!"
"It would be murder as well as suicide," I went on. "It would finish off one of them, if not both."
He smoked in silence with a fatuous91, drunken smile, though he was as sober as a man could be. That made it worse. And it was worst of all when the smile faded from the face to gather in the eyes, in a liquid look of unfathomable cynicism, new to me in Uvo Delavoye, and yet mysteriously familiar and repellent.
"Yes; they're certainly a drawback, Gillon, but I don't know that they've a right to be anything more. We don't ask to be put into this world; surely we can put ourselves out if it amuses us."
"'If it amuses us!'"
"But that's the whole point!" he cried, puffing92 and twinkling as before. "How many people out themselves for no earthly reason that anybody else can see, and have their memory insulted by the usual idiotic93 verdict? They're no more temporarily insane than I am. It's their curiosity that gets the better of them. They want to go at their best, with all their wits about them, as you or I might want to go to Court. If they could take a return ticket, they would; they don't really want to go for good any more than I do. They're doing something they don't really want to do, yet can't help doing, as half of us are, half our time."
"They're weak fools," I blustered94. "They're destructive children who've never grown up, and they ought to be taken care of till they do."
"But we all are children, my dear Gilly, and on the best authority most of us are fools. As for the destructive faculty97, it's part of human nature and three parts of modern policy; but our politicians haven't the child's excuse of wanting to know how things are made—which I see at the back of half the brains that get blown out by obvious accident."
"Good-night, Uvo," I said, just grasping him by the arm. "I know you're only pulling my leg, but I've heard about enough for one night."
"Another insulting verdict!" he laughed. "Well, so long, if you really mean it; but do you mind giving me my Webley and Scott before you go?"
"Your what?"
"My present from over the way. It's one of Webley and Scott's best efforts, you know. I had one like it, only the smaller size, when I was out in Egypt."
I thought he had forgotten about the concrete weapon, or rather that he did not know I had picked it up, but expected to find it in the corner where it had fallen when I knocked it out of his hand. My own hand closed upon it in my side pocket, as I turned to face Uvo Delavoye, who had somehow slipped between me and the door.
"So it's not your first revolver?" I temporised.
"No; you've got to have one out there."
"But you didn't think it worth bringing home?"
I was trying to recall his very first remarks about revolvers, after the burglary the night before. And Delavoye read the attempt with his startling insight, and helped me out with impulsive98 candour.
"You're quite right! I did say I hated the beastly things, but it was a weakness I always meant to get over, and now I have. Do you mind giving me my Webley?"
"What did you do with the other one, Uvo?"
"Pitched it into the Nile, since you're so beastly inquisitive99. But I was full of fever at the time, and broken-hearted at cracking up. It's quite different now."
"Is it?"
"Of course it is. I'm not going to do anything rotten. I was only ragging you. Don't be a silly ass9, Gillon!"
He was holding out his hand. His face had darkened, but his eyes blazed.
"I'm sorry, Uvo——"
"I can't help it. You couldn't trust yourself in your fever. It's your own fault if I can't trust you now."
He glared at me like a caged tiger, and now I knew the wild sly look in his eyes. It was the look of the Kneller portrait at Hampton Court, but there was no time to think twice about that, with the tiger in him gnashing its teeth in very impotence.
"Oh, very well! You don't get out of this, with my property, if I can help it! I know I'm no match for you in brute101 strength, but you lay a finger on me if you dare!"
He was almost foaming102 at the mouth, and the trouble was that I could understand his frenzy103 perfectly104. I would not have stood my own behaviour from any man, and yet I could not have behaved differently if I had tried, for his insensate fury was all of a piece with his delirious105 talk. I kept my eye on him as on a wild beast, and I saw his roving round the uncouth106 weapons on the wall. He was edging nearer to them; his hand was raised to pluck one down, his worn face bloated and distorted with his passion. Neither of us spoke; we were past the stage; but in the grate the gas fire burnt with a low reproving roar. And then all at once I saw Uvo turn his head as though his sensitive ear had caught some other sound; his raised hand swept down upon the handle of the door; and as he softly opened it, the other hand was raised in token of silence, and for one splendid second I looked into a face no longer possessed107 by the devil, but radiant with the keenest joy.
Then I was at his elbow, and our ears bent108 together at the open door. Gas was burning on the landing as well as in the hall below; everything seemed normal to every sense. I was obliged to breathe before another sound came from any quarter but that noisy stove in the room behind us. And then it was more a vibration109 of the floor, behind the curtains of the half-landing, than an actual sound. But that was enough; back we stole into Uvo's room.
"They've come," he whispered, simply. "They're in the bathroom—now!"
"I heard."
"We'll go for them!"
"Of course."
He reached down the very weapon he had meant for my skull110 a minute before. It was a great club, studded with brass-headed nails, and also a most murderous battle-axe, so that the same whirl might fell one foe111 and cleave112 another. I had taken it from Uvo, and his dancing eyes were thanking me as he loaded the revolver I had handed him in exchange.
There were three stairs down to the half-landing, but Uvo sat up too late at nights not to know the one that creaked. We reached the old maroon113 curtain without a sound; behind it was the housemaid's sink on the right, and straight in front the bathroom door with a faint light under it. But the light went out before we reached it, and then the door would not open, and with that there was a smothered114 hubbub115 of voices and of feet within. It was like the first shot from an ambuscade, but it was our ambuscade, and Uvo's voice rang out in triumph.
"Down with the door or the devils'll do us yet!"
And they sounded as though they might before bolt or hinges gave. As we brought all our weight to bear, we could hear them huddling116 out of the window, and somebody whispering sharply, "One at a time; one at a time!" And at that my companion relaxed his efforts inexplicably117, but I flew at the key-hole with flat foot and every ounce of my weight behind it; the crash fined off into the scream of splintered wood, and I should have entered head foremost if the man on the other side had not stemmed the torrent118 of torn woodwork. Even as it was I went down on all fours, and was only struggling to my feet as his figure showed dimly in the open window. Delavoye fired over my head at the same instant, but his revolver "squibbed" like that far-away Snider, and before I could hack119 with his battle-axe at their rope-ladder, the last of the thieves was safe and sound on terra firma.
"Don't do that!" cried Delavoye. "It's our one chance of nabbing 'em."
And he was out of the window and swinging down the rope-ladder while the ruffians were yet in the yard below. But they did not wait to punish his foolhardihood; the gate into the back garden banged before he reached the ground, and he hardly had it open when the last of the bunch of ropes slid hot through my hands.
"After them!" he grunted120, giving chase to shadowy forms across the soaking grass. His revolver squibbed again as he ran. They did not stop to return his fire; but across the strawberry bed, at the end of the garden, the high split fence rattled and rumbled39 with the weight of the flying gang; and there was a dropping crackle of brushwood on the other side, as I came up with Delavoye under the overhanging branches of the horse-chestnuts.
"Going over after them?" I panted, prepared to follow where he led.
"I'm afraid it's no good now," he answered, peering at his revolver in the darkness. The chambers ticked like the reel of a rod. "Besides, there's one of them cast a shoe or something. I trod on it a moment ago." He stooped and groped in the manure122 of the strawberry bed. "A shoe it is, Gilly, by all that's lucky!"
"You wouldn't like to dog them a bit further?" I suggested. "The fellow with one shoe won't take much overhauling123?"
"No, Gilly," said Delavoye, abandoning the chase as incontinently as he had started it, but with equal decision; "I think it's about time to see what they've taken, as well as what they've left."
Their rope-ladder was still swaying from the bathroom window, and it served our turn again since Uvo was without his key. He climbed up first, and the window flared124 into a square of gas-light before I gained the sill. The scene within was quite instructive. The family chest was clamped right round with iron bands, like the straps125 of a portmanteau, and the lock in each band had defied the ingenuity126 of the thieves; so they had cut a neat hole in the lid and extracted the contents piecemeal127. These were not strewn broadcast about the room, but set out with some method on a dressing-table as well as in the basin and the bath. Apparently128 the stage of selection had been reached when we interrupted the proceedings129, and the first thing that struck me was the amount of fine old plate and silver, candelabra, urns11, salvers and the like, which had not been removed; but Delavoye was already up to the right armpit in the chest, and my congratulations left him grim.
"They've got my mother's jewel-case all right!" said he. "She has one or two things worth all those put together; but we shall see them again unless I'm much mistaken. Come into my room and hear the why and wherefore. Ah! I was forgetting young ambition's ladder; thanks, Gilly. I hope you see how hard it's hooked to the woodwork on this side? It's only been their emergency exit; we shall probably find that they took their tickets at the pantry window. Now for a drink in my room and a bit of Sherlock Holmes' work on the lucky slipper7!"
I wish I could describe the change in Uvo Delavoye as he sat at his desk once more, his eager face illumined by the reading gas-lamp with the smelly rubber tube. Eager was not the word for it now, neither was it only the gas that lit it up. At its best, for all its bloodless bronze and premature130 furrows131, the face of Uvo was itself a lamp, that only flickered132 to burn brighter, or to beam more steadily133; and now he was at his best in the very chair and attitude in which I had seen him at his worst not so many minutes before. Was this the fellow who had toyed so tremulously with a deadly weapon and a deadlier idea? Was it Uvo Delavoye who had deliberately134 debauched his mind with the thought of his own blood, until to my eyes at least he looked capable of shedding it at the morbid prompting of a degenerate135 impulse? I watched him keenly examining the thing in his hands, chuckling136 and gloating over a trophy137 which I for one would have taken far more seriously; and I could not believe it was he whom I had caught with a revolver, loaded or unloaded, screwed into his ear.
It was in a silence due to two divergent lines of thought that we both at once became aware of a prolonged but muffled138 tattoo139 on the door below.
"Who else could it be at this time of night? Stay where you are, Gilly. I'll go down and see." And in a moment there was a new tune142 from the hall below: "Why, it's Colonel Cheffins!... How sporting of you, colonel!... Yes, come on up and I'll tell you all about it."
The colonel's answers were at first inaudible up above; but on the stairs he was explaining that he had awakened143 about an hour ago with a conviction that yet another house had been attacked, that in his inability to get to sleep again he had ultimately risen, and seeing a light still burning across the road, had ventured to come over to inquire whether we were still all right. And with that there entered the Jaeger dressing-suit and bedroom slippers, containing a very different colonel from the dapper edition I had seen out on the other side of midnight, and for that matter but a worn and feeble copy of the one we had both admired the night before.
"That's Witching Hill all over!" cried Uvo as he ushered144 him in. "You dreamed of what actually happened at the very time it was actually happening. And yet our friend Gillon can't see that the whole place is haunted and enchanted145 from end to end!"
"I'm not sure that I should go as far as that," said the colonel, sinking into a chair, while Delavoye mixed a stiff drink for him in his old glass. "In fact, now you come to put it that way, I'm not so sure that it was a dream at all. I sleep with my window open, at the front of the house, and I rather thought I heard shots of sorts."
"Of such a sort," laughed Uvo, "that you must be a light sleeper146 if they woke you up. Do you mind telling me, colonel, where you used to keep those cartridges you were kind enough to give me?"
"In my washstand drawer. I hope there was nothing the matter with them?"
"They wouldn't go off. That was all."
"God bless my soul!" cried Colonel Cheffins, putting down his glass.
"The caps were all right, but I am afraid you can't have kept your powder quite dry, colonel. I expect you've been swilling147 out that drawer in the heat of your ablutions. Devil a bullet would leave the barrel, and I tried all three."
"But what an infernal disgrace!" cried the colonel, shuffling148 to his slippered149 feet. "Why, the damned things ought to go off if you raised them from the bottom of the sea! I'll let the makers151 have it in next week's Field, libel or no libel, you see if I don't! But that won't console either you or me, Mr. Delavoye, and I can't apologise enough. I only hope the scoundrels were no more successful here than they were at my house?"
"I'm afraid they didn't go quite so empty away."
"God bless my soul! Those cartridge makers ought to indemnify you. But perhaps they left some traces? That was the worst of it in my case—neither footmark nor finger-print worth anything to any body!"
"I'm afraid they left neither here."
"But you don't know that, Mr. Delavoye; you can't know it before morning. The frost broke up with the fog, you must remember, and the ground's as soft as butter. Which way did the blackguards run?"
"Through the garden and over the wall at the back into——"
"Then they must have left their card this time!" said Colonel Cheffins, ten years younger in his excitement, and even more alert and wide-awake than we had found him the night before. He did not conceal152 his anxiety to conduct immediate153 investigations154 in the garden. But Uvo persuaded him to wait till we had finished our drinks, and we got him to sit down at the desk, trembling with keenness.
"You see," said Uvo, leaning forward in the arm-chair and opening a drawer in the pedestal between them, "one of them did leave something in the shape of a card, and here it is."
And there lay the cast shoe, in the open drawer, under the colonel's eyes and mine as I looked over his shoulder.
"Why, it's an evening pump!" he exclaimed.
"Exactly."
"I see. I hadn't noticed that; but then I haven't your keen eye, colonel. You really must come out into the garden with us."
"I shall be delighted, and we might take this with us to fit into any tracks——"
"Precisely155; but there's just one thing I should like you to do first, if you would," said Uvo deferentially156, and I bent still further over the colonel's shiny head.
"What's that, Mr. Delavoye?"
"Just to try on the glass slipper—so to speak, Colonel Cheffins—because it's so extraordinarily like the one you were wearing when you were here before!"
There was a moment's pause in which I saw myself quite plainly in the colonel's head. Then, with a grunt121 and a shrug157, he reached out his left hand for the shoe, but his right slid inside his Jaeger jacket, and that same second my arms were round him. I felt and grabbed his revolver as soon as he did, and I held the barrel clear of our bodies while he emptied all six chambers through his garments into the floor.
Then we bound our fine fellow with his own rope-ladder, reloaded both revolvers with unexpurgated cartridges discovered upon his person, and prepared to hold a grand reception of his staff and "pupils." But those young gentlemen had not misconstrued the cannonade. And it was some days before the last of the gang was captured.
They were all tried together at the December sessions of the Central Criminal Court, when their elaborate methods were very much admired. The skilful158 impersonation of the typical Army coach by the head of the gang, and the adequate acting159 of his confederates in the subordinate posts of pupils and servants, were features which appealed to the public mind. The taking of the house in Mulcaster Park, as a base for operations throughout a promising160 neighbourhood, was a measure somewhat overshadowed by the brilliant blind of representing it as the scene of the first robberies. It was generally held, however, that in presenting a predestined victim with a revolver and doctored cartridges, the master thief had gone too far, and that for that alone he deserved the exemplary sentence to which he listened like the officer and gentleman he had never been. So the great actor lives the part he plays.
It is a perquisite161 of witnesses to hear these popular trials with a certain degree of comfort; and so it was that I was able to nudge Uvo Delavoye, at the last soldierly inclination162 of that bald bad head, before it disappeared from a world to which it has not yet returned.
"Well, at any rate," I whispered, "you can't claim any Witching Hill influence this time."
"I wish I couldn't," he answered in a still lower voice.
"But you've just heard that our bogus colonel has been a genuine criminal all his life."
"I wasn't thinking of him," said Uvo Delavoye. "I was thinking of a still worse character, who really did the thing I felt so like that night before we heard them in the bathroom. Not a word, Gilly! I know you've forgiven me. But I'm rather sorry for these beggars, for they came to me like flowers in May."
And as his face darkened with a shame unseen all day in that doleful dock, it was some comfort to me to feel that it had never been less like its debased image at Hampton Court.
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chaotic
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disturbance
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vein
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spoke
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trophies
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chaff
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moodiest
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tangled
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grumbled
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lamentable
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gratuitously
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futile
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machinery
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desultory
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deterrent
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outrage
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pate
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intrusive
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connoisseur
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cartridges
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| 子弹( cartridge的名词复数 )； （打印机的）墨盒； 录音带盒； （唱机的）唱头 | |
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cartridge
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entirely
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meddlesome
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wince
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suspense
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extraordinarily
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chary
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determined
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disingenuous
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muster
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elusive
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whim
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subtlety
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