Part 64 (2/2)

”Give me that parchment back,” says he.

Satan finds his tongue again.

”Give it back?” repeats Levi, and a pause ensues. ”Of course I'll give it back; and I wash my hands of it and you, and you're throwing away ten thoushand poundsh for _nothing_.”

Levi was taking out his keys as he spoke, and as he fumbled them over one by one, he said--

”You'll want a lawyer in the Insholwent Court, and you'd find Mishter Sholomonsh azh shatisfactory a shengleman azh any in London. He'sh an auctioneer, too; and there'sh no good in your meetin' that friendly cove here to-morrow, for he'sh one o' them honourable chaps, and he'll never look at you after your schedule's lodged, and the shooner that'sh done the better; and them women we was courting, won't they laugh!”

Hereupon, with great alacrity, Mr. Levi began to apply the key to the lock.

”Don't mind. Keep it; and mind, you d----d little swindler, so sure as you stand there, if you play me a trick, I'll blow your brains out, if it were in the police-office!”

Mr. Levi looked hard at him, and nodded. He was accustomed to excited language in certain situations.

”Well,” said he coolly, a second time returning the keys to his pocket, ”your friend will be here at twelve to-morrow, and if you please him as well as he expects, who knows wha-at may be? If he leavesh you half hish money, you'll not 'ave many bill transhactionsh on your handsh.”

”May G.o.d Almighty have mercy on me!” groans Sir Richard, hardly above his breath.

”You shall have the cheques then. He'll be here all right.”

”I--I forget; did you say an hour?”

Levi repeats the hour. Sir Richard walks slowly to the stairs, down which Levi lights him. Neither speaks.

In a few minutes more the young gentleman is driving rapidly to his town house, where he means to end that long-remembered night.

When he had got to his room, and dismissed his valet, he sat down. He looked round, and wondered how collected he now was. The situation seemed like a dream, or his sense of danger had grown torpid. He could not account for the strange indifference that had come over him. He got quickly into bed. It was late, and he exhausted, and aided, I know not by what narcotic, he slept a constrained, odd sleep--black as Erebus--the thread of which snaps suddenly, and he is awake with a heart beating fast, as if from a sudden start. A hard bitter voice has said close by the pillow, ”You are the first Arden that ever did that!” and with these words grating in his ears, he awoke, and had a confused remembrance of having been dreaming of his father.

Another dream, later on, startled him still more. He was in Levi's office, and while they were talking over the horrid doc.u.ment, in a moment it blew out of the window; and a lean, ill-looking man, in a black coat, like the famous person who, in old woodcuts, picked up the shadow of Peter Schlemel, caught the parchment from the pavement, and with his eyes fixed corner-wise upon him, and a dreadful smile, tapped his long finger on the bond, and with wide paces stepped swiftly away with it in his hand.

Richard Arden started up in his bed; the cold moisture of terror was upon his forehead, and for a moment he did not know where he was, or how much of his vision was real. The grey twilight of early morning was over the town. He welcomed the light; he opened the window-shutters wide. He looked from the window down upon the street. A lean man with tattered black, with a hammer in his hand, just as the man in his dream had held the roll of parchment, was slowly stepping with long strides away from his house, along the street.

As his thoughts cleared, his panic increased. Nothing had happened between the time of his lying down and his up-rising to alter his situation, and the same room sees him now half mad.

CHAPTER LXIX.

THE MEETING.

Near the appointed hour, he walked across the park, and through the Horse Guards, and in a few minutes more was between the tall old-fas.h.i.+oned houses of the street in which Mr. Levi's office is to be found. He pa.s.ses by a dingy hired coach, with a tarnished crest on the door, and sees two Jewish-looking men inside, both smiling over some sly joke. Whose door are they waiting at? He supposes another Jewish office seeks the shade of that pensive street.

Mr. Levi opened his office door for his handsome client. They were quite to themselves. Mr. Levi did not look well. He received him with a nod.

He shut the door when Sir Richard was in the room.

”He'sh not come yet. We'll talk to him ins.h.i.+de.” He indicates the door of the inner room, with a little side jerk of his head. ”That'sh private. He hazh that--_thing_ all right.”

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