Part 31 (1/2)
”He has some gentlemen with him just now, sir. I dare say you can go in.”
There was nothing much amiss in the words; but in the tone there was. It was indicative of slight, of contempt. It was the first time Arthur had been there since the suspicion had fallen on him, and they seemed to stare at him as if he had been a hyena; not a respectable hyena either.
He entered Hamish's room. Hamish was talking with two gentlemen, strangers to Arthur, but they were on the point of leaving. Arthur stood away against the wainscoting by the corner table, waiting until they were gone, his att.i.tude, his countenance, his whole appearance indicative of depression and sadness.
Hamish closed the door and turned to him. He laid his hand kindly upon his shoulder; his voice was expressive of the kindest sympathy. ”So you have found your way here once more, Arthur! I thought you were never coming again. What can I do for you, lad?”
”I have been to Dove and Dove's. They are in want of a clerk. I think perhaps they would take me; but, Hamish, they want security.”
”Dove and Dove's,” repeated Hamish. ”Nice gentlemen, both of them!” he added, in his half-pleasant, half-sarcastic manner. ”Arthur, boy, I'd not be under Dove and Dove if they offered me a gold nugget a day, as weighty as the Queen's crown. You must not go there.”
”They are not agreeable men; I know that; they are not men who are liked in Helstonleigh, but what difference will that make to me? So long as I turn out their parchments properly engrossed, that is all I need care for.”
”What has happened? Why are you looking so sad?” reiterated Hamish, who could not fail to perceive that there was some strange grief at work.
”Is my life so sunny just now, that I can always be as bright as you?” retorted Arthur--for Hamish's undimmed gaiety did sometimes jar upon his wearied spirit. ”I shall go to Dove and Dove's if they will take me,” he added, resolutely. ”Will you answer for me, Hamish, in my father's name?”
”What amount of security do they require?” asked Hamish. And it was a very proper, a very natural question; but even that grated on Arthur's nerves.
”Are you afraid of me?” he rejoined. ”Or do you fear my father would be?”
”I dare say they would take my security,” was Hamish's reply. ”I will answer for you to any amount. That is,” and again came his smile, ”to any amount they may deem me good for. If they don't like mine, I can offer my father's. Will that do, Arthur?”
”Thank you; that is all I want.”
”Don't go to Dove and Dove's, old boy,” Hamish said again, as Arthur was leaving the room. ”Wait patiently for something better to turn up. There's no such great hurry. I wish there was room for you to come here!”
”It is only a temporary thing; it is not for long,” replied Arthur; and he went out.
On going back to Dove and Dove's, the first person he saw, upon opening the door of the clerks' room, was Mr. Alfred Dove. He appeared to be in a pa.s.sion over something that had gone wrong, and was talking fast and furiously.
”What do you want?” he asked, wheeling round upon Arthur. Arthur replied by intimating that he would be glad to speak with him.
”Can't you speak, then?” returned Mr. Alfred Dove. ”I am not deaf.”
Thus met, Arthur did not repeat his wish for privacy. He intimated his business, uncertain whether Mr. Alfred Dove had heard of it or not; and stated that the security could be given.
”I don't know what you mean about 'security,'” was Mr. Alfred Dove's rejoinder. ”What security?”
”Mr. Dove said that if I came into your office security would be required,” answered Arthur. ”My friends are ready to give it.”
”Mr. Dove told you that, did he? Just like him. He has nothing to do with the details of the office. Did he know who you are?”
”Certainly he did, sir.”
”I should have thought not,” offensively returned Mr. Alfred Dove. ”You must possess some a.s.surance, young man, to come after a place in a respectable office. Security, or no security, we can't admit one into ours, who lies under the accusation of being light-fingered.”
It was the man all over. Hamish had said, ”Don't go to Dove and Dove's.” Mr. Alfred Dove stood with his finger pointing to the door, and the two clerks stared in an insolent manner at Arthur. With a burning brow and rising spirit, Arthur left the room, and halted for a moment in the pa.s.sage outside. ”Patience, patience,” he murmured to himself; ”patience, and trust in G.o.d!” He turned into the street quickly, and ran against Mr. Huntley.
For a minute he could not speak. That gentleman detected his emotion, and waited till it was over. ”Have you been insulted, Arthur?” he breathed.
”Not much more so than I am now getting accustomed to,” was the answer that came from his quivering lips. ”I heard they wanted a clerk, and went to offer myself. I am looked upon as a felon now, Mr. Huntley.”
”Being innocent as the day.”
”I am innocent, before G.o.d,” spoke Arthur, in the impulse of his emotion, in the fervency of his heart. That he spoke but the solemn truth, it was impossible to doubt, even had Mr. Huntley been inclined to doubt; and Arthur may be excused for forgetting his usual caution in the moment's bitterness.
”Arthur,” said Mr. Huntley, ”I promised your father and mother that I should do all in my power to establish your innocence. Can you tell me how I am to set about it?”
”You cannot do it at all, Mr. Huntley. Things must remain as they are.”
”Why?”
”I cannot explain why. I can only repeat it.”
”There is some strange mystery attaching to this.”
Arthur did not gainsay it.
”Arthur, if I am to allow the affair to rest as I find it, you must at least give me a reason why I may not act. What is it?”
”Because the investigation could only cause tenfold deeper trouble. You are very good to think of helping me, Mr. Huntley, but I must fight my own battle. Others must be quiet in this matter--for all our sakes.”
Mr. Huntley gazed after Arthur as he moved away. Constance first! Arthur next! What could be the meaning of it all? Where did the mystery lie? A resolution grew up in Mr. Huntley's heart that he would fathom it, for private reasons of his own; and, in the impulse of the moment, he bent his steps there and then, towards the police-station, and demanded an interview with Roland Yorke's _bete noire_, Mr. b.u.t.terby.
But the cathedral is not quite done with for the afternoon.
Upon the conclusion of service, the dean lingered a few minutes in the nave, speaking to one of the vergers. When he turned to continue his way, he encountered the Rev. Mr. Pye, who had been taking off his surplice in the vestry. The choristers had been taking off their surplices also, and were now trooping through the cloisters back to the schoolroom, not more gently than usual. The dean saluted Mr. Pye, and they walked out together.
”It is impossible to keep them quiet unless one's eye is continually upon them!” exclaimed the head-master, half apologetically, as they came in view of the rebels. He had a great mind to add, ”And one's cane.”
”Boys will be boys,” said the dean. ”How has this foolish opinion arisen among them, that the names, standing first on the roll for the seniors.h.i.+p, will not be allowed to compete for it?” continued he, with much suavity.
Mr. Pye looked rather flushed. ”Really I am unable to say, Mr. Dean. It is difficult to account for all the notions taken up by schoolboys.”
”Boys do take up strange notions,” blandly a.s.sented the dean. ”But, I think, were I you, Mr. Pye, I would set their minds at rest in this respect. You have not yet deemed it worth while, I dare say: but it may perhaps be as well to do so. When the elders of a school once take up the idea that their studies may not meet with due reward, it tends to render them indifferent. I remember once--it was just after I came here as dean, many years ago--the head-master of the school exalted a boy to be senior who stood sixth or seventh on the rolls, and was positively half an idiot. But those times are past.”
”Certainly they are,” remarked the master.
”It was an unpleasant duty I had to perform then,” continued the dean, in the same agreeable tone, as if he were relating an anecdote: ”unpleasant both for the parents of the boy, and for the head-master. But, as I remark, such things could not occur now. I think I would intimate to the king's scholars that they have nothing to fear.”
”It shall be done, Mr. Dean,” was the response of the master; and they exchanged bows as the dean turned into the deanery. ”She's three parts a fool, is that Lady Augusta,” muttered the master to the cloister-flags as he strode over them. ”Chattering magpie!”
As circ.u.mstances had it, the way was paved for the master to speak at once. Upon entering the college schoolroom, in pa.s.sing the senior desk, he overheard whispered words of dispute between Gerald Yorke and Pierce senior, touching this very question, the seniors.h.i.+p. The master reached his own desk, gave it a sharp rap with a cane that lay near to hand, and spoke in his highest tone, looking red and angry.
”What are these disputes that appear to have been latterly disturbing the peace of the school? What is that you are saying, Gerald Yorke?--that the seniors.h.i.+p is to be yours?”