Part 3 (1/2)
”At any rate I'm responsible for what happened, and it's going to cure him. It was a case of undisciplined imagination acting on a bonnet with just one bee in it. He had never realized what a h.e.l.l let loose a fire really was; now he _knows_ through his own skin.”
The statesman's eyebrows were like the backs of two mutually displeased cats.
”But surely that's an old wives' trick pushed beyond all bounds?”
”Pushed further than I intended, Mr. Vinson, I must confess. I only meant him to see a serious fire. So I arranged with the brigade to ring me up when there was a really bad one, and with my man to take the boy out at night for all his walks. There was another good reason for that; and altogether nothing can have seemed more natural than the way they both appeared on the scene of this ghastly riding-school affair.”
”I know what's coming!” cried the Home Secretary. ”This is the fellow who dashed in to help save the horses, and got away afterward without giving his name!”
”That's it. He says he'll hear those horses till his dying hour! He was in the thick of it before Barton or anybody else could stop him--they only succeeded in stopping poor Barton from following. Well, I can take no credit for the very last thing I should have dreamt of allowing; but I fancy the odds are fairly long that the tempting element will never, never again tempt our young friend up-stairs!”
They had drifted down again during this recital; and he who had led the way stood staring at the crime doctor, in his monkish cell, with that intent inscrutability which was one of Topham Vinson's most effective masks; but now it was a mask imperfectly adjusted, with the warm light of admiration breaking through, and the shadow of something else interfering with that light. When Doctor Dollar had marched upon the loaded revolver, talking down the barrel as to an infant pointing a popgun--daring another daredevil to shoot him dead--the same admiring look had come over the face behind him, qualified in precisely the same fas.h.i.+on. But then the doctor had not seen it, and now it made him wince a little, as though he dreaded something that was bound to come.
This was what came:
”Doctor Dollar, I should prefer not to ask you to show me or tell me any more. I know a good man when I see one, and I know good work when I catch him at it. Perhaps that was necessary in the case of such extraordinary work as yours; yet you say it was a sheer coincidence that I caught you at it to-night--or rather that such tough work was waiting for you when we got here?”
”Do you still doubt it? Why, you yourself insisted on coming round to see the place in the middle of this blessed night!”
”Exactly. That establishes your second coincidence; but with all respect, doctor, I don't believe in two of the same sort on the same night to the same two people!”
”What was the other coincidence?” demanded the doctor, huskily.
”Your catching _any_ old pickpocket with my watch--and letting him off!
Come, doctor, do one more thing for me, and I'll do all in my power for you and your great work. That is, of course, if you still want me to take the interest I certainly should have taken if I had seen your letters.”
”If!” cried the young man from the fulness of his heart. ”Your interest is the one thing I do want of you, and you are the one person I want to interest!”
His eyes shone like big brown lamps, straight enough now in their intensity, and dim with the glory of their vision. He could tremble, too, it seemed, where the stake was not dear life, but a life's dearer work. And Topham Vinson was almost moved himself; he really was absorbed and thrilled; but not to the detriment of his penetrative astuteness, his political instinct for a bargain.
”Come, then,” said he: ”show me the fellow who sneaked my watch.”
”Show him to you? What do you mean?”
The doctor had not started. But the injured eye showed its injury once more.
”It was one of your patients who picked my pocket,” said the Home Secretary, with as much confidence as though he had known it all the time. ”Would you have been in such a hurry to wash your hands of anybody else, and to undo what he'd done?”
Dollar made no answer, no denial; but he glanced at a venerable one-handed clock, whose unprotected pendulum shaved the wall with noisy sweeps. It was two o'clock in the morning, but already night must have been turned into dreadful and disturbing day for all the inmates. The doctor abandoned that excuse unmade, and faced his visitor in desperation.
”So you want to see him--now?”
”I do. I have my reasons. But it shall end at that--if I do see him.
_That_ won't nip my goodwill in the bud!” It was obvious what would.
”You shall see him,” said the doctor, as though racking his mind once more. ”But there are difficulties you perhaps can't quite appreciate. It means giving away a patient--don't you see?”