Part 31 (1/2)
I stared at him. ”Your sister. How should I know?”
”Allow me to put him to the question, Mr. Dogmill,” Greenbill said, taking a step forward.
Dogmill paid him no mind.
”I know who you are,” he told me, through his teeth. ”I took the liberty of writing to some gentlemen from Jamaica.” He now held up the letters I had forged. ”I have been informed that you have used the name Matthew Evans before, though it is not your true name. Instead, you are a scoundrel known as Jeremiah Baker, a confidence trickster, who has made his wretched living by abducting young ladies and then demanding money for their safe return. One of these gentlemen, upon receiving my note, rode all the way to London to warn me of you. Shortly after receiving this intelligence, I thought it wise to make certain of my sister's whereabouts, but she had not then been seen for more than a day.”
I took a gla.s.s that I presumed to have been Dogmill's and emptied the contents upon the hard dirt floor. I then poured a fresh helping from the bottle and sipped from it. ”You have thus saved me the trouble of informing you of the current situation. We may now agreeably come to terms.”
Dogmill slammed his hand upon the table so hard I thought it should break. ”There are no terms but that I shall get my sister and then I shall rip your head from your neck.”
Hertcomb reached forward and put a hand on Dogmill's shoulder. ”I don't know that you are giving the fellow a reason to negotiate in good faith.”
”Nicely said, Hertcomb.”
”Don't think to play my friend,” he said petulantly. ”I restrain Mr. Dogmill out of concern for his sister, not you. You betrayed my trust.”
”Your trust is hardly so precious a thing that one need treat it with care,” I answered.
Hertcomb opened his mouth but said nothing. I thought he might weep, and I confess I felt some remorse at having spoken to him so, but I played a part, and I would play it to the end.
Dogmill took a deep breath and turned to me. ”You had better understand, Baker, that you have chosen to cross the wrong man.”
”This,” I asked, ”is your idea of negotiating in good faith?”
”It is,” he said, ”for I tell you the truth. You shan't get a penny from me. Not a farthing. I will not endure that a fellow of the lowest sort like you should force me to pay to see my own sister returned. Instead, I shall offer you something else. If you send my sister back unscathed, I will give you a single day before beginning my pursuit of you. In that time, if you are wise, you can get yourself gone and from my grasp, for if I do catch hold of you, I will rend you to pieces. That is the best offer I can propose.”
I shook my head. ”I must tell you, it is not what I had in mind when I took your pretty sister, tied her hands behind her back, and shoved a rag in her mouth.”
Greenbill, standing behind his master, suppressed a grin. Regardless of his loyalties, he liked a good bit of violence against a young woman when he could have it.
I thought that Hertcomb would be called on once more to restrain his friend, but Dogmill did not move. ”You may have thought to gain something else, but you shan't. You must now decide if you wish to sacrifice your life along with your hopes of wealth.”
”Most men,” I said, ”are willing to part with a few pounds if it will save the life of a person they love. And it is you who are threatened here, not me. It is time you recognized that.”
”You think I have nothing more to show for myself than bl.u.s.ter?” he asked. ”You've tasted a small portion of my wrath, you may recall. But I have more than that.” He turned to Hertcomb. ”Have Mr. Gregor walk in.”
Hertcomb rose and disappeared for a moment, only to return with a tall thin gentleman in tow. He smiled at me and took a seat.
”You know this gentleman, I believe?” Dogmill said.
”I do,” I answered, for the gentleman in question was Elias Gordon.
”Mr. Gregor here is willing to swear out an arrest warrant for the theft of some notes you took from his home in Jamaica. So you see, you are very much in my power.”
”Would you do what he threatens, Mr. Gregor?”
Elias was nervous, but he appeared to be enjoying himself. There was something of the dramatic in this performance, and he could not help but indulge. ”I think you know quite well what I am willing to do,” he said.
I did know, for he had already done it. He had convinced Dogmill of the urgency of the danger against Grace. I had wanted the matter resolved at once, and Elias had strolled into Dogmill's house to make certain this would happen.
”You see, you have no options,” Dogmill said. ”You must do what I tell you, or you will be destroyed.”
”Well,” I said, ”as that is the case, we may yet work for ourselves a compromise. I am willing to forgo any demands of wealth, given the dire nature of my situation. What say you to exchanging your sister for some mere information. Does that trouble you so much?”
He blinked a few times as he attempted to make sense of my proposal. ”What information?” he demanded.
”Information regarding Walter Yate,” I said.
Here Greenbill turned flush and something I could not quite identify flashed across Dogmill's face. ”What should I know of it?”
I shrugged. ”Something, I hope, if you wish to see your sister again.”
”Why is this important to you?” he demanded.
”Idle curiosity,” I said, taking a sip of wine. ”If you tell me why you had him killed, and a few other details, I shall free your sister. It is as simple as that.”
”I had him killed?” Dogmill repeated. ”You must be mad.”
”Perhaps I must.” I finished my wine and set down the goblet. ”I shall be off, then. You may leave a note here in the next forty-eight hours if you should happen to change your mind. If not, you can depend upon never seeing Miss Dogmill again.” With that I rose to my feet and began toward the door.
Greenbill now walked over to block my way.
”I shall not let you leave,” Dogmill said to me. ”I cannot endure that my sister is in your hands, and you shan't leave here without telling me where she is. You may speak of all the forty-eight hours you like, but one way or another, sir, this will end tonight.”
I smiled at him, a pitying sort of smile. ”Do not make the mistake of thinking that I work alone. Mr. Gregor can attest to my cleverness, I believe.”
”He is remarkable clever,” Elias said. ”You had better hear him out.”
Dogmill glared at him but turned back to me. He bit his lip while he attempted to think of what he could say to make me remain in this room on his terms rather than mine, but in the end he came up with nothing. Thus far, my plan continued to work.
”Speak your wretched proposal,” he said at last, ”and hope it saves your life.”
”Very generous. Now, you must know that if I do not return to my set meeting place at a given time, my a.s.sociates have instructions to move Miss Dogmill to a location they have not told me of. If they do not hear from me in one day, they are to remove Miss Dogmill from the miseries of this world. You may, therefore, threaten to torment me until I reveal what you want to know, but I believe myself strong enough to last until the first time of crisis that I mentioned, and once that time has pa.s.sed, you will never be able to find your sister again unless I am at liberty and wish for you to find her. So I tell you, sir, get your dog from my path. Either treat me like a man now or be resolved to do so another day, but I shan't endure this bullying.”
Greenbill stared at me, and Dogmill at Hertcomb. Hertcomb stared at his shoes.
Finally, Dogmill let out a sigh. ”d.a.m.n you, you rogue. I shall tell you what you want, but you must know that it can do you no good. If you wish to use this information against me, it will be worth nothing, for the testimony of a single witness has no weight in court, and the testimony of a man such as you is worth less than nothing.”
”Perhaps,” I said, resuming my seat, ”but that is my concern and none of yours. I only wish to hear what you have to say for yourself in the matter regarding Walter Yate. You have my word that if you speak to me openly and honestly, you will see your sister's safe return this night.”
At long last, Dogmill took a seat at the table, and Hertcomb sheepishly joined him. Greenbill, for his part, remained at the door, looking very much like a goose awaiting the season of the Christian nativity.
”You had Walter Yate murdered by your friend Billy, here,” I began. ”Is that not so?”
Dogmill smiled thinly. ”Wherever did you get such an idea?”
I returned the smile. ”From Billy. A few nights past, I knocked him down, affected an Irish accent, and asked him a question or two. He was most accommodating.”
”I don't care what this blackguard says,” Hertcomb interjected. ”You may depend that gentlemen do not engage in murder and deception. That is the province of the likes of you.”