Part 103 (1/2)
Carlyle upon gratifying his revenge. I stir in it not, Richard.”
”Couldn't Barbara?” pleaded Richard.
Barbara was standing with her arm entwined within her husband's, and Mr.
Carlyle looked down as he answered,--
”Barbara is my wife.”
It was a sufficient answer.
”Then the thing's again at an end,” said Richard, gloomily, ”and I must give up hope of ever being cleared.”
”By no means,” said Mr. Carlyle. ”The one who ought to act in this is your father, Richard; but we know he will not. Your mother cannot. She has neither health nor energy for it; and if she had a full supply of both, she would not dare to brave her husband and use them in the cause.
My hands are tied; Barbara's equally so, as part of me. There only remains yourself.”
”And what can I do?” wailed poor d.i.c.k. ”If your hands are tied, I'm sure my whole body is, speaking in comparison; hands, and legs, and neck.
It's in jeopardy, that is, every hour.”
”Your acting in this affair need not put it any the more in jeopardy.
You must stay in the neighborhood for a few days--”
”I dare not,” interposed Richard, in a fright. ”Stay in the neighborhood for a few days! No; that I never may.”
”Listen, Richard. You must put away these timorous fears, or else you must make up your mind to remain under the ban for good; and, remember, your mother's happiness is at stake equally with yours--I could almost say her life. Do you suppose I would advise you for danger? You used to say there was some place, a mile or two from this, where you could sojourn in safety.”
”So there is. But I always feel safer when I get away from it.”
”There your quarters must be, for two or three days at any rate. I have turned matters over in my own mind, and will tell you what I think should be done, so far as the preliminary step goes, though I do not interfere myself.”
”Only the preliminary step! There must be a pretty many to follow it, sir, if it's to come to anything. Well, what is it?”
”Apply to Ball & Treadman, and get them to take it.”
They were now slowly pacing the covered walk, Barbara on her husband's arm, Richard by the side of Mr. Carlyle. d.i.c.k stopped when he heard the last words.
”I don't understand you, Mr. Carlyle. You might as well advise me to go before the bench of magistrates at once. Ball & Treadman would walk me off there as soon as I showed myself.”
”Nothing of the sort, Richard. I do not tell you to go openly to their office, as another client would. What I would advise is this--make a friend of Mr. Ball; he can be a good man and true, if he chooses; tell the whole story to him in a private place and interview, and ask him whether he will carry it through. If he is fully impressed with the conviction that you are innocent, as the facts appear to warrant, he will undertake it. Treadman need know nothing of the affair at first; and when Ball puts things in motion, he need not know that you are here, or where you are to be found.”
”I don't dislike Ball,” mused Richard, ”and if he would only give his word to be true, I know he would be. The difficulty will be, who is to get the promise from him?”
”I will,” said Mr. Carlyle. ”I will so far pave the way for you. That done, my interference is over.”
”How will he go about it, think you, if he does take it up?”
”That is his affair. I know how I should.”
”How, sir?”