Mr Brindley, seated on one corner of the bench in front of the piano, cut the leaves of the Sinfonia Domestica.
'It's the devil!' he observed.
'Come on,' said Mr. Brindley, when he had finished cutting.
'Better take your dust-coat off, hadn't you?' Mrs Brindley suggested to the friend. She and I were side by side on a sofa at the other end of the room.
'I may as well,' Mr Colclough admitted, and threw the long garment on to a chair. 'Look here, Bob, my hands are stiff with steering2.'
'Don't find fault with your tools,' said Mr Brindley; 'and sit down. No, my boy, I'm going to play the top part. Shove along.'
'How often have I told you the top part is never easiest? Who do you suppose is going to keep this symphony together—you or me?'
They arranged themselves on the bench, and Mr Brindley turned up the lower corners of every alternate leaf of the music.
'Now,' said he. 'Ready?'
'Let her zip,' said Mr Colclough.
They began to play. And then the door opened, and a servant, whose white apron5 was starched6 as stiff as cardboard, came in carrying a tray of coffee and unholy liqueurs, which she deposited with a rattle7 on a small table near the hostess.
'Curse!' muttered Mr Brindley, and stopped.
'Life's very complex, ain't it, Bob?' Mr Colclough murmured.
'Aye, lad.' The host glanced round to make sure that the rattling8 servant had entirely9 gone. 'Now start again.'
'Wait a minute, wait a minute!' cried Mrs Brindley excitedly. 'I'm just pouring out Mr Loring's coffee. There!' As she handed me the cup she whispered, 'We daren't talk. It's more than our place is worth.'
The performance of the symphony proceeded. To me, who am not a performer, it sounded excessively brilliant and incomprehensible. Mr Colclough stretched his right hand to turn over the page, and fumbled10 it. Another stoppage.
'Damn you, Ol!' Mr Brindley exploded. 'I wish you wouldn't make yourself so confoundedly busy. Leave the turning to me. It takes a great artist to turn over, and you're only a blooming chauffeur11. We'll begin again.'
'Sackcloth!' Mr Colclough whispered.
I could not estimate the length of the symphony; but my impression was one of extreme length. Halfway12 through it the players both took their coats off. There was no other surcease.
'What dost think of it, Bob?' asked Mr Colclough in the weird13 silence that reigned14 after they had finished. They were standing up and putting on their coats and wiping their faces.
'I think what I thought before,' said Mr Brindley. 'It's childish.'
'It isn't childish,' the other protested. 'It's ugly, but it isn't childish.'
'It's childishly clever,' Mr Brindley modified his description. He did not ask my opinion.
'Coffee's cold,' said Mrs Brindley.
'I don't want any coffee. Give me some Chartreuse, please. Have a drop o' green, Ol?'
'A split soda15 'ud be more in my line. Besides, I'm just going to have my supper. Never mind, I'll have a drop, missis, and chance it. I've never tried Chartreuse as an appetizer16.'
At this point commenced a sanguinary conflict of wills to settle whether or not I also should indulge in green Chartreuse. I was defeated. Besides the Chartreuse, I accepted a cigar. Never before or since have I been such a buck17.
'I must hook it,' said Mr Colclough, picking up his dust-coat.
'Not yet you don't,' said Mr Brindley. 'I've got to get the taste of that infernal Strauss out of my mouth. We'll play the first movement of the G minor18? La-la-la—la-la-la—la-la-la-ta.' He whistled a phrase.
Mr Colclough obediently sat down again to the piano.
The Mozart was like an idyll after a farcical melodrama19. They played it with an astounding20 delicacy21. Through the latter half of the movement I could hear Mr Brindley breathing regularly and heavily through his nose, exactly as though he were being hypnotized. I had a tickling22 sensation in the small of my back, a sure sign of emotion in me. The atmosphere was changed.
'What a heavenly thing!' I exclaimed enthusiastically, when they had finished.
Mr Brindley looked at me sharply, and just nodded in silence. Well, good night, Ol.'
'I say,' said Mr Colclough; 'if you've nothing doing later on, bring Mr Loring round to my place. Will you come, Mr Loring? Do! Us'll have a drink.'
These Five Towns people certainly had a simple, sincere way of offering hospitality that was quite irresistible23. One could see that hospitality was among their chief and keenest pleasures.
We all went to the front door to see Mr Colclough depart homewards in his automobile24. The two great acetylene head-lights sent long glaring shafts25 of light down the side street. Mr Colclough, throwing the score of the Sinfonia Domestica into the tonneau of the immense car, put on a pair of gloves and began to circulate round the machine, tapping here, screwing there, as chauffeurs26 will. Then he bent27 down in front to start the engine.
We could see the man's stooping form between the two head-lights. He turned his head towards the house.
'Who the dagger29 is Simon Fuge?' he inquired. 'There's about five thousand Fuges in th' Five Towns.'
'Oh! I thought you knew him.'
'I might, and I mightn't. It's not one o' them Fuge brothers saggar-makers at Longshaw, is it?'
'No, It's—'
Mr Colclough had succeeded in starting his engine, and the air was rent with gun-shots. He jumped lightly into the driver's seat.
'Well, see you later,' he cried, and was off, persuading the enormous beast under him to describe a semicircle in the narrow street backing, forcing forward, and backing again, to the accompaniment of the continuous fusillade. At length he got away, drew up within two feet of an electric tram that slid bumping down the main street, and vanished round the corner. A little ragged30 boy passed, crying, 'Signal, extra,' and Mr Brindley hailed him.
'What IS Mr Colclough?' I asked in the drawing-room.
'Manufacturer—sanitary ware,' said Mr Brindley. 'He's got one of the best businesses in Hanbridge. I wish I'd half his income. Never buys a book, you know.'
'He seems to play the piano very well.'
'Well, as to that, he doesn't what you may call PLAY, but he's the best sight-reader in this district, bar me. I never met his equal. When you come across any one who can read a thing like the Domestic Symphony right off and never miss his place, you might send me a telegram. Colclough's got a Steinway. Wish I had.'
Mrs Brindley had been looking through the Signal.
'I don't see anything about Simon Fuge here,' said she.
'Oh, nonsense!' said her husband. 'Buchanan's sure to have got something in about it. Let's look.'
He received the paper from his wife, but failed to discover in it a word concerning the death of Simon Fuge.
'Dashed if I don't ring Buchanan up and ask him what he means! Here's a paper with an absolute monopoly in the district, and brings in about five thousand a year clear to somebody, and it doesn't give the news! There never is anything but advertisements and sporting results in the blessed thing.'
He rushed to his telephone, which was in the hall. Or rather, he did not rush; he went extremely quickly, with aggressive footsteps that seemed to symbolize31 just retribution. We could hear him at the telephone.
'Hello! No. Yes. Is that you, Buchanan? Well, I want Mr Buchanan. Is that you, Buchanan? Yes, I'm all right. What in thunder do you mean by having nothing in tonight about Simon Fuge's death? Eh? Yes, the Gazette. Well, I suppose you aren't Scotch32 for nothing. Why the devil couldn't you stop in Scotland and edit papers there?' Then a laugh. 'I see. Yes. What did you think of those cigars? Oh! See you at the dinner. Ta-ta.' A final ring.
'The real truth is, he wanted some advice as to the tone of his obituary33 notice,' said Mr Brindley, coming back into the drawing-room. 'He's got it, seemingly. He says he's writing it now, for tomorrow. He didn't put in the mere34 news of the death, because it was exclusive to the Gazette, and he's been having some difficulty with the Gazette lately. As he says, tomorrow afternoon will be quite soon enough for the Five Towns. It isn't as if Simon Fuge was a cricket match. So now you see how the wheels go round, Mr Loring.'
He sat down to the piano and began to play softly the Castle motive35 from the Nibelung's Ring. He kept repeating it in different keys.
'What about the mumps36, wife?' he asked Mrs Brindley, who had been out of the room and now returned.
'Oh! I don't think it is mumps,' she replied. 'They're all asleep.'
'Good!' he murmured, still playing the Castle motive.
'Talking of Simon Fuge,' I said determined37 to satisfy my curiosity, 'who WERE the two sisters?'
'What two sisters?'
'That he spent the night in the boat with, on Ilam Lake.'
'Was that in the Gazette? I didn't read all the article.'
He changed abruptly38 into the Sword motive, which he gave with a violent flourish, and then he left the piano. 'I do beg you not to wake my children,' said his wife.
'Your children must get used to my piano,' said he. 'Now, then, what about these two sisters?'
I pulled the Gazette from my pocket and handed it to him. He read aloud the passage describing the magic night on the lake.
'I don't know who they were,' he said. 'Probably something tasty from the Hanbridge Empire.'
We both observed a faint, amused smile on the face of Mrs Brindley, the smile of a woman who has suddenly discovered in her brain a piece of knowledge rare and piquant39.
'I can guess who they were,' she said. 'In fact, I'm sure.'
'Who?'
'Annie Brett and—you know who.'
'What, down at the Tiger?'
'Certainly. Hush40!' Mrs Brindley ran to the door and, opening it, listened. The faint, fretful cry of a child reached us. 'There! You've done it! I told you you would!'
She disappeared. Mr Brindley whistled.
'And who is Annie Brett?' I inquired.
'I should,' I said with decision.
'Well, come on, then. We'll go down to the Tiger and have a drop of something.'
'And the other sister?' I asked.
'The other sister is Mrs Oliver Colclough,' he answered. 'Curious, ain't it?'
Again there was that swift, scarcely perceptible phenomenon in his eyes.
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