Part 35 (1/2)
”What?”
”This t.i.ttle-tattle I am referring to. It goes to the length of saying that people living at Ivy Cottage go under false names. That not long since, the sheriff was in possession under a warrant of execution and the furniture was seized. Of course, I know they are all lies----”
”You're wrong, Prince. There is a basis of truth in it.”
Masters started in surprise. d.i.c.k's head was bent, to hide the flush of shame on his face. He spoke in a troubled voice; then suddenly lifted his head; meant to speak honestly, said:
”I am the foundation of that; the miserable cause of that rumour.”
”You!”
”Yes. You can't help despising my meanness when I have told you, even if you don't already. It is due to you that I should explain how it came about. I have had drinking bouts similar to the last one you helped me out of----”
”_The_ last one.”
”Please G.o.d--yes; the last one. At the commencement of one of them, about six months ago, I fell an easy victim to some card-sharpers; I was a stranger within their gates and they took me in--literally. I had no more idea what I was playing than I had of the character of the players.
A thousand pounds was the amount they said I had lost, and I was too far gone to deny it. Of course I had not that money on me. I was made to sign a cheque they drew on my bankers on a half-sheet of note paper with a penny stamp stuck on it.”
”I see.”
”I was reaching the shaky stage then, Prince, when the hands need a ton-weight pressure to prevent their acting like aspen leaves. The bank refused payment on the ground of 'difference of signature.' The card-sharping people consulted the six-and-eightpenny fraternity and issued a writ for that thousand pounds. Served it on me whilst I was lying in bed in a state of mental insensibility.”
”Is it possible? I wonder the process-server was allowed to enter your room.”
”He was the kind that could not be kept out. They had a wily little lawyer acting for them--I found this all out afterwards, of course. He found out the name of the medical man attending me and presented himself as the doctor's a.s.sistant; so served me.”
”What a beastly trick!”
”Success attended its performance, though. The game was in their own hands, and they were playing it by the end-justifying-the-means rule.
Eight days after service judgment was signed and an execution was put in at my sister's house at Wivernsea.”
”Why on earth there?”
”Part of the game they were playing. They had made inquiries, and found that I was living in London at the time in a furnished flat. I suppose they relied on my sister paying the execution out.”
”Which she did?”
”She flew up to London, and consulted our family lawyer. He looked into the thing at the Law Courts; read the affidavit of service and things of that sort; saw that the whole matter was in order. They came on to see me, but I was in the snakes-on-the-wall stage at the time; didn't know them from Adam and Eve. The family lawyer--one of the best, but rather inclined to look on the breath of scandal as a fatal thing--advised a settlement. Said that, even if she turned the execution out, they might proceed against me in bankruptcy. Pointed out that expenses were piling up, and--well, Sis paid the sheriff.”
”How ghastly!”
”I used a stronger word. My adjectives were like fireworks, then I came round and learnt what had been done: but it was too late. All I could do was to give Sis a cheque for what was paid, and ask her to forgive me; which, dearest of dear souls, she has done a dozen times in my miserable life.”
d.i.c.k looked the picture of dejection by the time he had finished.
Masters was not, however, observing him: was following out his own train of thought.
”Of course. That explains. News of a thing like that, and in another name too, would speedily spread over a small place like Wivernsea.”