Part 47 (1/2)
”My money! my money!” cried David fiercely: ”no more words, for I shan't listen to them: I know you now for what you are--a thief! I saw you put it into that safe: a liar is always a thief. You want to steal my children's money: I'll have your life first. My money! ye pirate! or I'll strangle you.” And he advanced upon him purple with rage, and shot out his long threatening arm and brown fingers working in the air. ”D'ye know what I did to a French land-shark that tried to rob me of It? I throttled him with these fingers till his eyes and his tongue started out of him. He came for my children's money, and I killed him so--so--so--as I'll kill you, you thief! you liar! you scoundrel!”
His face black and convulsed with rage, and his outstretched fingers working convulsively, and hungering for a rogue's throat, made the resolute Hardie quake. He whipped out of the furious man's way, and got to the safe, pale and trembling. ”Hus.h.!.+ no violence!” he gasped: ”I'll give you your money this moment you ruffian.”
While he unlocked the safe with trembling hands, Dodd stood like a man petrified, his arm and fingers stretched out and threatening; and Skinner saw him pull at his necktie furiously, like one choking.
Hardie got the notes and bills all in a hurry, and held them out to Dodd.
In which act, to his consternation and surprise and indignation, he received a back-handed blow on the eye that dazzled him for an instant; and there was David with his arms struggling wildly and his fists clenched, his face purple, and his eyes distorted so that little was seen but the whites the next moment his teeth gnashed loudly together, and he fell headlong on the floor with a concussion so momentous that the windows rattled and the room shook violently; the dust rose in a cloud.
A loud e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n burst from Hardie and Skinner,
And then there was an awful silence.
CHAPTER XIX
WHEN David fell senseless on the floor, Mr. Hardie was somewhat confused by the back-handed blow from his convulsed and whirling arm. But Skinner ran to him, held up his head, and whipped off his neckcloth.
Then Hardie turned to seize the bell and ring for a.s.sistance; but Skinner shook his head and said it was useless: this was no faint: old Betty could not help him.
”It is a bad day's work, sir,” said he, trembling: ”he is a dead man.”
”Dead? Heaven forbid!”
”Apoplexy!” whispered Skinner.
”Run for a doctor then: lose no time: don't let us have his blood on our hands! Dead?”
And he repeated the word this time in a very different tone, a tone too strange and significant to escape Skinner's quick ear. However, he laid David's head gently down and rose from his knees to obey.
What did he see now, but Mr. Hardie, with his back turned, putting the notes and bills softly into the safe again out of sight. He saw, comprehended, and took his own course with equal rapidity.
”Come, run!” cried Mr. Hardie; ”I'll take care of him; every moment is precious.”
(”Wants to get rid of me!” thought Skinner.) ”No, sir,” said he, ”be ruled by me: let us take him to his friends: he won't live; and we shall get all the blame if we doctor him.”
Already egotism had whispered Hardie, ”How lucky if he should die!”
and now a still guiltier thought flashed through him: he did not try to conquer it; he only trembled at himself for entertaining it.
”At least: give him air!” said he in a quavering voice, consenting to a crime, yet compromising with his conscience, feebly.
He threw the window, open with great zeal--with prodigious zeal; for, he wanted to deceive himself as well as Skinner. With equal parade he helped carry Dodd to the window; it opened, on the ground: this done, the self-deceivers put their heads together, and soon managed matters so that two porters, known to Skinner, were introduced into the garden, and informed that a gentleman had fallen down in a fit, and they were to take him home to his friends, and not talk about it: there might be an inquest, and that was so disagreeable to a gentleman like Mr. Hardie.
The men agreed at once for a sovereign apiece. It was all done in a great hurry and agitation, and while Skinner accompanied the men to see that they did not blab, Mr. Hardie went into the garden to breathe and think. But he could do neither.
He must have a look at It.
He stole back, opened the safe, and examined the notes and bills.