Part 2 (1/2)

Priam Farll had no intention of falling asleep; his desire was to consider the position which he had so rashly created for himself; but he did fall asleep--and in the hard chair! He was awakened by a tremendous clatter, as if the house was being bombarded and there were bricks falling about his ears. When he regained all his senses this bombardment resolved itself into nothing but a loud and continued a.s.sault on the front door. He rose, and saw a frowsy, dishevelled, puce-coloured figure in the dirty mirror over the fireplace. And then, with stiff limbs, he directed his sleepy feet towards the door.

Dr. Cashmore was at the door, and still another man of fifty, a stern-set, blue-chinned, stoutish person in deep and perfect mourning, including black gloves.

This person gazed coldly at Priam Farll.

”Ah!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the mourner.

And stepped in, followed by Dr. Cashmore.

In achieving the inner mat the mourner perceived a white square on the floor. He picked it up and carefully examined it, and then handed it to Priam Farll.

”I suppose this is for you,” said he.

Priam, accepting the envelope, saw that it was addressed to ”Henry Leek, Esq., 91 Selwood Terrace, S.W.,” in a woman's hand.

”It _is_ for you, isn't it?” pursued the mourner in an inflexible voice.

”Yes,” said Priam.

”I am Mr. Duncan Farll, a solicitor, a cousin of your late employer,”

the metallic voice continued, coming through a set of large, fine, white teeth. ”What arrangements have you made during the day?”

Priam stammered: ”None. I've been asleep.”

”You aren't very respectful,” said Duncan Farll.

So this was his second cousin, whom he had met, once only, as a boy!

Never would he have recognized Duncan. Evidently it did not occur to Duncan to recognize him. People are apt to grow unrecognizable in the course of forty years.

Duncan Farll strode about the ground-floor of the house, and on the threshold of each room e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed ”Ah!” or ”Ha!” Then he and the doctor went upstairs. Priam remained inert, and excessively disturbed, in the hall.

At length Duncan Farll descended.

”Come in here, Leek,” said Duncan.

And Priam meekly stepped after him into the room where the hard chair was. Duncan Farll took the hard chair.

”What are your wages?”

Priam sought to remember how much he had paid Henry Leek.

”A hundred a year,” said he.

”Ah! A good wage. When were you last paid?”

Priam remembered that he had paid Leek two days ago.