Part 24 (1/2)
”Complimentary to my profession out here.”
”I know. I wonder at Medland: he's generally so strong on 'Lindsey for the Lindseians,' as he once said. In this matter he and Perry seem to have changed places.”
”Really? Then Sir Robert----?”
”Yes, he's quite anxious to have one of ourselves. I must say I heartily agree, and of course it could easily be managed, if Medland liked. Perry would do it in a minute. I really don't see why the best berth in the colony is to be handed over to some hungry failure from London. But no doubt you'll agree with Medland.”
”Oh, I don't know,” said c.o.xon. ”It seems to me rather a point where the Bar here ought to a.s.sert itself.”
”I know, if we were in and had a fit man, we should hear nothing more of an importation. The best man in the colony would be glad to have it: of course there's not the power a Minister has, or the interest of active political life, but it's well paid, very dignified, and, above all, permanent.”
Now neither Kilshaw nor c.o.xon were dull men, and by this time they very well understood one another. They knew what they meant just as well as though they had been indecent enough to say it. ”Help us to turn out Medland, and you shall be Chief Justice,” said Kilshaw, in the name of Sir Robert Perry,--”Chief Justice, and once more a _persona grata_ at Government House.” Chief Justice! Soon, perhaps, Sir Alfred! Would not that soften the Eynesford heart? Mr. c.o.xon honestly thought it would.
The subtleties of English rank are not to be apprehended by a mere four years' visit to our sh.o.r.es.
”We expect Sir John to go on for a couple of months or so,” Kilshaw continued. ”I don't think he'll stay longer.”
”Perhaps we shall be out by then.”
”Not as things stand, I'm afraid,” and Kilshaw shook his head. ”Now if we could get you, Medland would be out in three weeks.”
”I must do what I think right.”
”My dear c.o.xon! Of course!”
Mr. Kilshaw returned to his office well pleased. A careful computation showed that Medland was supported now by a steady majority of not more than eight: c.o.xon's defection could not fail to leave him in a minority; for, although c.o.xon was a young man, and, as yet, of no great independent weight in politics, he had acquired a fact.i.tious importance, partly from the prestige of a successful University career in England, still more from the fact that he was the only remaining member of the Ministry to whom moderate men and vested interests could look with any confidence. Shorn of him, as it had been shorn of Puttock, the Government would stand revealed as the organ and expression of the Labour Party and nothing else, and Perry and Kilshaw doubted not that six or eight members of the House would be found to enter the ”cave,” if c.o.xon showed them the way. Then,--”Why then,” said Mr. Kilshaw to his conscience, ”we need not use that brute Benham at all! There's a nice sop! Lie down like a good dog, and stop barking!”
Indeed, had it been quite certain that Benham's aid would not still prove needful, Kilshaw would have been very glad to be rid of him.
Complete leisure and full pockets appeared not to be, in his case, a favourable soil for the growth of virtue. No doubt Mr. Benham's position was in some respects a hard one. All men who have money in plenty and nothing to do claim from the wise a lenient judgment, and, besides these disadvantages, Benham laboured under the possession of a secret--a secret of mighty power. What wonder if he spent much of his day in eating-houses and drinking-houses, obscurely hinting to admiring boon companions of the thing he could do an he would? Then, having drunk his fill, he would swagger, sometimes not over-steadily, out to the Park, and amuse himself by scowling at the Premier, or smiling a smile of hidden meaning at Daisy Medland, as they drove by. Also, he occasionally got into trouble: one zealous partisan of the Premier's rewarded an insinuation with a black eye, and Mr. Kilshaw's own servant, finding his master's pensioner besieging the house in a state of drink-begotten noisiness, kicked him down the street--an excess of zeal that cost Mr.
Kilshaw a cheque next day. The danger was, however, of a worse thing than these. Kilshaw, suffering only what he doubtless deserved to suffer, went on thorns of fear lest some day Benham should not only explode his bomb prematurely, but publish to the world at whose charges and under whose auspices the engineer was carrying out his task. And when Mr. Kilshaw contemplated this possibility, he found it hopeless to deny that there was pitch on his fingers. Publicity makes such a difference in men's judgments of themselves.
In this way things hung on for a week or so, and then, one afternoon, the Chief Justice rushed into the Club in a state of some excitement.
Spying Perry and Kilshaw, he hastened to them.
”You have heard?” he cried.
”What?” asked Sir Robert, wiping his gla.s.ses and smiling quietly.
”No? I believe I'm the first. c.o.xon told me himself: he came into my room when I rose to-day. He's asked Medland to accept his resignation.”
Kilshaw sprang to his feet.
”What on?” asked Sir Robert.
”The Accident-Liability Clause in the Factory Act.”
”A very good ground,” commented the ex-Premier. ”Very cleverly chosen.”
”What does Medland say?” asked Kilshaw eagerly. ”Will he give way, or will he let him go?”