Checkmate

CHECKMATE

BY THE SAME AUTHOR

GUY DEVERELL

ALL IN DARK

THE WYVERN MYSTERY

THE COCK AND ANCHOR

WYLDER'S HAND

THE WATCHER

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ROSE AND THE KEY

TENANTS OF MALLORY

WILLING TO DIE

GOLDEN FRIARS

THE EVIL GUEST

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CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE

I. MORTLAKE HALL, ....... I

II. MARTHA TANSEY, . 7

III. MR. LONGCLUSE OPENS HIS HEART, .... 13

IV. MONSIEUR LEBAS, 17

V. A CATASTROPHE, 22

VI. TO BED, 26

VII. FAST FRIENDS, ... . . . . . 31

VIII. CONCERNING A BOOT, 38

IX. THE MAN WITHOUT A NAME, 43

X. THE ROYAL OAK, 48

XI. THE TELEGRAM ARRIVES, 55

XII. SIR REGINALD ARDEN, 62

XIII. ON THE ROAD, 68

xiv. MR. LONGCLUSE'S BOOT FINDS A TEMPORARY ASYLUM, 72

XV. FATHER AND SON, 79

XVI. A MIDNIGHT MEETING, 84

XVII. MR. LONGCLUSE AT MORTLAKE HALL, ... 9!

XVIII. THE PARTY IN THE DINING-ROOM, .... 96

xix. IN MRS. TANSEY'S ROOM 103

xx. MRS. TANSEY'S STORY, 108

XXI. A WALK BY MOONLIGHT, 11$

XXII. MR. LONGCLUSE MAKES AN ODD CONFIDENCE, . I2O

XXIII. THE MEETING, 125

XXIV. MR. LONGCLUSE FOLLOWS A SHADOW, . . .129
XXV. A TETE-A-TETE, 133

XXVI. THE GARDEN AT MORTLAKE, 137

XXVII. WINGED WORDS, 14!

XXVIII. STORIES ABOUT ^IR. LONGCLUSE, .... 147

XXIX. THE GARDEN PARTY, 153

XXX. HE SEES HER, 158

XXXI. ABOUT THE GROUNDS, l6l

XXXII. UNDER THE LIME-TREES, 167

XXXIII. THE DERBY, 1JI

XXXIV. A SHARP COLLOQUY, 174

XXXV. DINNER AT MORTLAKE, 179

XXXVI. MR. LONGCLUSE SEES A LADY'S NOTE, . . . 183

XXXVII. WHAT ALICE COULD SAY l88

XXXVIII. GENTLEMEN IN TROUBLE, IQ2

XXXIX. BETWEEN FRIENDS, 196

XL. AN INTERVIEW IN THE STUDY, .... 199

XLI. VAN APPOINTS HIMSELF TO A DIPLOMATIC POST, . 203

XLII. DIPLOMACY, - <v*6

iv Contents.

CHAPTER fAGB

XLIII. A LETTER AND A SUMMONS, . . ' . . . 2OQ

XLIV. THE REASON OF ALICE'S NOTE, .... 213

XLV. COLLISION 219

XLVI. AN UNKNOWN FRIEND, 224

XLVII. BY THE RIVER 229

XLVIII. SUDDEN NEWS, 232

XLIX. VOWS FOR THE FUTURE 236

L. UNCLE DAVID'S SUSPICIONS, 239

LI. THE SILHOUETTE 244

LII. MR. LONGCLUSE EMPLOYED, 248

LIII. THE NIGHT OF THE FUNERAL, .... 252

LIV. AMONG THE TREES, 258

LV. MR. LONGCLUSE SEES A FRIEND, .... 262

LVI. A HOPE EXPIRES 266

LVII. LEVl'S APOLOGUE, . '. 272

LVIII. THE BARON COMES TO TOWN, 276

LIX. TWO OLD FRIENDS MEET AND PART, . . . 28l

L:.. "SAUL," 286

LXI. A WAKING DREAM, 2QO

LXII. LOVE AND PLAY, 295

LXIII. PLANS 300

LXIV. FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER, 304

LXV. BEHIND THE ARRAS, 311

LXVI. A BUBBLE BROKEN, 313

LXVII. BOND AND DEED, 317

LXVIII. SIR RICHARD'S RESOLUTION, 322

LXIX. THE MEETING, 326

LXX. MR. LONGCLUSE PROPOSES, 329

LXXI. NIGHT, 332

LXXII. MEASURES, 336

LXXIII. AT THE BAR OF THE "GUY OF WARWICK," . . 341

LXXIV. A LETTER, 346

LXXV. BLIGHT AND CHANGE, 351

LXXVI. PHCEBE CHIFFINCH, 356

LXXVII. MORE NEWS OF PAUL DAVIDS, 360

LXXVIII. THE CATACOMBS, . . * - . . . 364

LXXIX. RESURRECTIONS, 371

LXXX. ANOTHER 376

LXXXI. BROKEN 379

LXXXII. DOPPELGANGER 384

LXXXIII. A SHORT PARTING, 388

LXXXIV. AT MORTLAKE, 393

LXXXV. THE CRISIS, ?rg

LXXXVI. PURSUIT . . . 406

LXXXVII. CONCLUSION, ........ 412

CHECKMATE.

CHAPTER I.

MORTLAKE HALL.

HERE stands about a mile and a half beyond
Islington, unless it has come down within the last
two years, a singular and grand old house. It
belonged to the family of Arden, once distinguished
in the Northumbrian counties. About fifty acres of ground,
rich with noble clumps and masses of old timber, surround it ;
old-world fish-ponds, with swans sailing upon them, tall yew
hedges, quincunxes, leaden fauns and goddesses, and other
obsolete splendours surround it. It rises, tall, florid, built of
Caen stone, with a palatial flight of steps, and something of the
grace and dignity of the genius of Inigo Jones, to whom it is
ascribed, with the shadows of ancestral trees and the stains of
two centuries upon it, and a vague character of gloom and !
melancholy, not improved by some indications not actually of
decay, but of something too like neglect.

It is now evening, and a dusky glow envelopes the scene.
The setting sun throws its level beams, through tall drawing-
room windows, ruddily upon the Dutch tapestry on the opposite
walls, and not unbecomingly lights up the little party assembled
there.

Good-natured, fat Lady May Penrose, in her bonnet, sips her
tea and chats agreeably. Her carriage waits outside. You
will ask who is that extremely beautiful girl who sits opposite,
her large soft grey eyes gazing towards the western sky with a
look of abstraction, too forgetful for a time of her company,

a Checkmate.

leaning upon the slender hand she has placed under her cheek.
How silken and golden-tinted the dark brown hair that grows so
near her brows, ma'-'ing her forehead low, and marking with its
broad line the beautiful oval of her face ! Is there carmine
anywhere to match her brilliant lips ? And when, recollecting
something to tell Lady May, she turns on a sudden, smiling,
how soft and pretty the dimples, and how even the little row
of pearls she discloses !

This is Alice Arden, whose singularly handsome brother
Richard, with some of her tints and outlines translated into
masculine beauty, stands leaning on the back of a prie-dieu
chair, and chatting gaily.

But who is the thin, tall man — the only sinister figure in the
group — with one hand in his breast, the other on a cabinet, as
he leans against the wall ? Who is that pale, thin-lipped man,
" with cadaverous aspect and broken beak," whose eyes never
seem to light up, but maintain their dismal darkness while his
pale lips smile ? Those eyes are fixed on the pretty face of Alice
Arden, as she talks to Lady May, with a strangely intense gaze.
His eyebrows rise a little, like those of Mephistopheles, towards
his temples, with an expression that is inflexibly sarcastic, and
sometimes menacing. His jaw is slightly underhung, a
formation which heightens the satirical effect of his smile,
and, by contrast, marks the depression of his nose.

There was at this time in London a Mr. Longcluse, an
agreeable man, a convenient man, who had got a sort of footing
in many houses, nobody exactly knew how. He had a knack of
obliging people when they really wanted a trifling kindness, and
another of holding fast his advantage, and, without seeming to
push, or ever appearing to flatter, of maintaining the
acquaintance he had once founded. He looked about eight-
and-thirty : he was really older. He was gentlemanlike, clever,
and rich ; but not a soul of all the men who knew him had ever
heard of him at school or college. About his birth, parentage,
and education, about his " life and adventures," he was dark.

How were his smart acquaintance made ? Oddly, as we shall
learn when we know him a little better. It was a great pity
that there were some odd things said about this very agreeable,
obliging, and gentlemanlike person. It was a pity that more
was not known about him. The man had enemies, no doubt,
and from the sort of reserve that enveloped him their
opportunity arose. But were there not about town hundreds
of men, well enough accepted, about whose early days no one
cared a pin, and everything was just as dark ?

Now Mr. Longcluse, with his pallid face, his flat nose, his
sarcastic eyebrows, and thin-lipped smile, was overlooking this
little company, his shoulder leaning against the frame that

Mortlake Hall. 3

separated two pieces of the pretty Dutch tapestry which covered
the walls.

" By-the-bye, Mr. Longcluse — you can tell me, for you always
know everything,'' said Lady May — "is there still any hope of
that poor child's recovering — I mean the one in that dreadful
murder in Thames Street, where the six poor little children were
stabbed?"

Mr. Longcluse smiled.

"I'm so glad, Lady May, I can answer you upon good
authority ! I stopped to-day to ask Sir Edwin Dudley that very
question through his carriage window, and he said that he had
just been to the hospital to see the poor little thing, and that it
was likely to do well"

" I'm so glad ! And what do they say can have been the
motive of the murder ? "

" Jealousy, they say ; or else the man is mad."

" I should not wonder. I'm sure I hope he is. But they
should take care to put him under lock and key."

" So they will, rely on it ; that's a matter of course."

" I don't know how it is," continued Lady May, who was
garrulous, "that murders interest people so much, who ought
to be simply shocked at them."

" We have a murder in our family, you know," said Richard
Arden.

" That was poor Henry Arden — I know," she answered, lower-
ing her voice and dropping her eyes, with a side glance at Alice,
for she did not know how she might like to hear it talked of.

"Oh, that happened when Alice was only five months old, I
think," said Richard ; and slipping into the chair beside Lady
May, he laid his hand upon hers with a smile, and whispered,
leaning towards her —

" You are always so thoughtful ; it is so nice of you ! "

And this short speech ended, his eyes remained fixed for some
seconds, with a glow of tender admiration, on those of fat Lady
May, who simpered with effusion, and did not draw her hand
away until she thought she saw Mr. Longcluse glance their way.

It was quite true, all he said of Lady May. It would not be
easy to find a simpler or more good-natured person. She was
very rich also, and, it was said by people who love news and
satire, had long been willing to share her gold and other chattels
with handsome Richard Arden, who being but five-and- twenty,
might very nearly have been her son.

" I remember that horrible affair," said Mr. Longcluse, with
a little shrug and a shake of his head. " Where was I then —
Paris or Vienna ? Paris it was. I recollect it all now, for my
purse was stolen by the very man who made his escape — Mace
was his name ; he was a sort of low man on the turf, I believe.

4 Checkmate.

I was very young then — somewhere about seventeen, I
think."

" You can't have been more, of course," said good-natured
Lady May.

" I should like very much some time to hear all about it,"
continued Mr. Longcluse.

" So you shall," said Richard, " whenever you like."

" Every old family has a murder, and a ghost, and a beauty
also, though she does not always live and breathe, except in the
canvas of Lely, or Kneller, or Reynolds : and they, you know,
had roses and lilies to give away at discretion, in their paint-
boxes, and were courtiers," remarked Mr. Longcluse, "who
dealt sometimes in the old-fashioned business of making
compliments, /say happy the man who lives in those summers
when the loveliness of some beautiful family culminates, and who
may, at ever such a distance, gaze and worship."

This ugly man spoke in a low tone, and his voice was rather
sweet He looked as he spoke at Miss Arden, from whom,
indeed, his eyes did not often wander.

" Very prettily said ! " applauded Lady May affably.

" I forgot to ask you, Lady May," inquired Alice, cruelly, at
this moment, " how the pretty little Italian greyhound is that
was so ill — better, I hope."

" Ever so much — quite well almost. I'd have taken him out
for a drive to-day, poor dear little Pepsie ! but that I thought the
sun just a little overpowering. Didn't you ? "

" Perhaps a little."

Mr. Longcluse lowered his eyes as he leaned against the wall
and sighed, with a pained smile, that even upon his plain, pallid
face, was pathetic.

Did proud Richard Arden perceive the devotion of the dubious
Longcluse — undefined in position, in history, in origin, in
character, in all things but in wealth ? Of course he did,
perfectly. But that wealth was said to be enormous. There
were Jews, who ought to know, who said he was worth one
million eight hundred thousand pounds, and that his annual
income was considerably more than a hundred thousand pounds
a year.

Was a man like that to be dismissed without inquiry ? Had he
not found him good-natured and gentlemanlike ? What about
those stories circulated among Jews and croupiers ? Enemies
might affect to believe them, and quote the old saw, " There is
never smoke without fire ; " but dare one of them utter a word
of the kind aloud? Did they stand the test of five minutes'
inquiry, such even as he had given them ? Had he found a particle
of proof, of evidence, of suspicion ? Not a spark. What man
had ever escaped stories who was worth forging a lie about ?

Mortlake Hall. 5

Here was a man worth more than a million. Why, if he let
him slip through his fingers, some duchess would pounce on
him for her daughter.

It was well that Longcluse was really in love — well, perhaps,
that he did not appreciate the social omnipotence of money.

" Where is Sir Reginald at present ? " asked Lady May.

" Not here, you may be sure," answered Richard. " My
father does not admit my visits, you know."

" Really ! And is that miserable quarrel kept up still ?"

" Only too true. He is in France at present ; at Vichy —
ain't it Vichy ? " he said to Alice.

But she, not choosing to talk, said simply, " Yes — Vichy."

" I'm going to take Alice into town again ; she has promised
to stay with me a little longer. And I think you neglect her a
little, don't you ? You ought to come and see her a little
oftener," pleaded Lady May, in an undertone.

"I only feared I was boring you alL Nothing, j/0« know,
would give me half so much pleasure," he answered.

"Well, then, she'll expect your visits, mind."

A little silence followed. Richard was vexed with his sister ;
she was, he thought, snubbing his friend Longcluse.

Well, when once he had spoken his mind and disclosed his
treasures, Richard flattered himself he had some influence ;
and did not Lady May swear by Mr. Longcluse ? And was his
father, the most despotic and violent of baronets, and very much
dipt, likely to listen to sentimental twaddle pleading against a
hundred thousand a year ? So, Miss Alice, if you were dis-
posed to talk nonsense, it was not very likely to be listened to,
and sharp and short logic might ensue.

How utterly unconscious of all this she sits there, thinking, I
daresay, of quite another person !

Mr. Longcluse was also for a moment in profound reverie ;
so was Richard Arden. The secrecy of thought is a pleasant
privilege to the thinker — perhaps hardly less a boon to the person
pondered upon.

If each man's forehead could project its shadows and the
light of his spirit shine through, and the confluence of figures
and phantoms that cross and march behind it become visible,
how that magic-lantern might appal good easy people !

And now the ladies fell to talking and comparing notes about
their guipure lacework.

"How charming yours looks, my dear, round that little
table ! " exclaimed Lady May in a rapture. " I'm sure I hope
mine may turn out half as pretty. I wanted to compare ; I'm
not quite sure whether it is exactly the same pattern."

And so on, until it was time for them to order their wings for
town.

6 Checkmate.

The gentlemen have business of their own to transact, or
pleasures to pursue. Mr. Longcluse has his trap there, to carry
them into town when their hour comes. They can only put the
ladies into their places, and bid them good-bye, and exchange
parting reminders and good-natured speeches.

Pale Mr. Longcluse, as he stands on the steps, looks with
his dark eyes after the disappearing carriage, and sighs deeply.
He has forgotten all for the moment but one dream. Richard
Arden wakens him, by laying his hand on his shoulder.

" Come, Longcluse, let us have a cigar in the billiard-room,
and a talk. I have a box of Manillas that I think you will say
are delicious— that is, if you like them full-flavoured."

CHAPTER II.

MARTHA TANSEY.

j)Y-THE-BYE, Longcluse," said Richard, as they
entered together the long tiled passage that leads
to the billiard-room, "you like pictures. There is
one here, banished to the housekeeper's room,
that they say is a Vandyck ; we must have it cleaned and backed,
and restored to its old place — but would you care to look at
it?"

" Certainly, I should like extremely," said Mr. Longcluse.

They were now at the door of the housekeeper's room, and
Richard Arden knocked.

" Come in," said the quavering voice of the old woman from
within.

Richard Arden opened the door wide. The misty rose-
coloured light of the setting sun filled the room. From the wall
right opposite, the pale portrait of Sir Thomas Arden, who fought
for the king during the great Civil War, looked forth from his
deep dingy frame full upon them, stern and melancholy ; the
misty beams touching the softer lights of his long hair and the
gleam of his armour so happily, that the figure came out from
its dark background, and seemed ready to step forth to meet
them. As it happened, there was no one in the room but old
Mrs. Tansey, the housekeeper, who received Richard Arden
standing.

From the threshold, Mr. Longcluse, lost in wonder at the
noble picture, gazed on it, with the exclamation, almost a cry,
" Good heaven ! what a noble work ! I had no idea there could
be such a thing in existence and so little known." And he
stood for awhile in a rapture, gazing from the threshold on the
portrait.

8 Checkmate.

At sound of that voice, with a vague and terrible recogni-
tion, the housekeeper turned with a start towards the door, ex-
pecting, you'd have fancied from her face, the entrance of a
ghost. There was a tremble in the voice with which she
cried, " Lord ! what's that ? " a tremble in the hand extended
towards the door, and a shake also in the pale frowning face,
from which shone her glassy eyes.

Mr. Longcluse stepped in, and the old woman's gaze became,
as he did so, more shrinking and intense. When he saw her he
recoiled, as a man might who had all but trod upon a snake ;
and these two people gazed at one another with a strange, un-
certain scowl.

In Mr. Longcluse's case, this dismal caprice of countenance
did not last beyond a second or two. Richard Arden, as he
turned his eyes from the picture to say a word to his companion,
saw it for a moment, and it faded from his features — saw it, and
the darkened countenance of the old housekeeper, with a
momentary shock. He glanced from one to the other quickly,
with a look of unconscious surprise. That look instantly re-
called Mr. Longcluse, who, laying his hand on Richard Arden's
arm, said, with a laugh — " I do believe I'm the most nervous
man in the world."

" You don't find the room too hot ? " said Richard, inwardly
ruminating upon the strange looks he had just seen exchanged.
" Mrs. Tansey keeps a fire all the year round — don't you,
Martha?"

Martha did not answer, nor seem to hear ; she pressed her
lean hand, instead, to her heart, and drew back to a sofa and
sat down, muttering, " My God, lighten our darkness, we
beseech thee ! " and she looked as if she were on the point of
fainting.

" That is a true Vandyck," said Mr. Longcluse, who was now
again looking stedfastly at the picture. " It deserves to rank
among his finest portraits. I have never seen anything of his
more forcible. You really ought not to leave it here, and in this
state." He walked over and raised the lower end of the frame
gently from the wall. "Yes, just as you said, it wants to be
backed. That portrait would not stand a shake, I can tell you.
The canvas is perfectly rotten, and the paint — if you stand here
you'll see — is ready to flake off. It is an awful pity. You
shouldn't leave it in such danger."

" No," said Richard, who was looking at the old woman. " I
don't think Martha's well — will you excuse me for a moment ? "
And he was at the housekeeper's side. " What's the matter,
Martha ? " he said kindly. " Are you ill ? "

" Very bad, Sir. I beg your pardon for sitting, but I could
not help ; and the gentleman will excuse me."

Martha Tansey. 9

* Of course— but what's the matter?" said Richard.
"A sudden fright like, Sir. I'm all over on a tremble," she
quavered.

" See how exquisitely that hand is painted," continued Mr.
Longcluse, pursuing his criticism, " and the art with which the
lights are managed. It is a wonderful picture. It makes one
positively angry to see it in that state, and anywhere but in the
most conspicuous and honourable place. If I owned that
picture, I should never be tired showing it. I should have
it where everyone who came into my house should see it ;
and I should watch every crack and blur on its surface, as
I should the symptoms of a dying child, or the looks of the
mistress of my heart. Now just look at this. Where is he ?
Oh!"

" I beg your pardon, a thousand times, but I find my old friend
Martha feels a little faint and ill," said Richard.

" Dear me ! I hope she's better," said Mr. Longcluse,
approaching with solicitude. " Can I be of any use ? Shall I
touch the bell?"

" I'm better, Sir, I thank you ; I'm much better," said the old
woman. " It won't signify nothing, only — " She was looking hard
again at Mr. Longcluse, who now seemed perfectly at his ease,
and showed in his countenance nothing but the commiseration
befitting the occasion. "A sort of a weakness— a fright like —
and I can't think, quite, what came over me."

" Don't you think a glass of wine might do her good ? " asked
Mr. Longcluse.

" Thanks, Sir, I don't drink it. Oh, lighten our darkness,
we beseech thee ! Good Lord, a' mercy on us ! I take them
drops, hartshorn and valerian, on a little water, when I feel
nervous like. I don't know when I was took wi' t' creepins
before."

" You look better," said Richard.

"I'm quite right again, Sir," she said, with a sigh. She had
taken her " drops," and seemed restored.

" Hadn't you better have one of the maids with you ? I'm
going now ; I'll send some one," he said. " You must get all
right, Martha. It pains me to see you ill. You're a very old
friend, remember. You must be all right again ; and, if you
like, we'll have the doctor out, from town."

He said this, holding her thin old hand very kindly, for
he was by no means without good-nature. So sending the
promised attendant, he and Longcluse proceeded to the
billiard-room, where, having got the lamps lighted, they began
to enjoy their smoke. Each, I fancy, was thinking of the
little incident in the housekeeper's room. There was a long
silence.

1O Checkmate.

" Poor old Tansey ! She looked awfully ill," said Richari
Arden at last.

"By Jove! she did. Is that her name? She rather
frightened me," said Mr. Longcluse. " I thought we had
stumbled on a mad woman — she stared so. Has she ever had
any kind of fit, poor thing ? ''

" No. She grumbles a good deal, but I really think she's a
healthy old woman enough. She says she was frightened."

" We came in too suddenly, perhaps ?"

" No, that wasn't it, for I knocked first," said Arden.

"Ah, yes, so you did. I only know she frightened me. I
really thought she was out of her mind, and that she was
going to stick me with a knife, perhaps," said Mr. Longcluse,
with a little laugh and a shrug.

Arden laughed, and puffed away at his cigar till he had it
in a glow again. Was this explanation of what he had seen
in Longcluse's countenance — a picture presented but for a
fraction of a second, but thenceforward ineffaceable — quite
satisfactory ?

In a short time Mr. Longcluse asked whether he could have
a little brandy and water, which accordingly was furnished.
In his first glass there was a great deal of brandy, and very
little water indeed ; and his second, sipped more at his leisure,
was but little more diluted. A very faint flush tinged his pallid
cheeks.

Richard Arden was, by this time, thinking of his own debts
and ill-luck, and at last he said, " I wonder what the art of
getting on in the world is. Is it communicable ? or is it no art
at all, but a simple run of luck ?"

Mr. Longcluse smiled scornfully. " There are men who
have immense faith in themselves," said he, "who have in-
domitable will, and who are provided with craft and pliancy
for any situation. Those men are giants from the first to the
last hour of action, unless, as happened to Napoleon, success
enervates them. In the cradle, they strangle serpents ; blind,
they pull down palaces ; old as Dandolo, they burn fleets and
capture cities. It is only when they have taken to bragging
that the lues Napoleonica has set in. Now I have been, in a
sense, a successful man — I am worth some money. If I were
the sort of man I describe, I should be worth, if I cared for it,
ten times what I have in as many years. But I don't care to
confess I made my money by flukes. If, having no tenderness,
you have two attributes — profound cunning and perfect
audacity — nothing can keep you back. I'm a common-place
man, I say ; but I know what constitutes power. Life is a
battle, and the general's qualities win."

* I have not got the general's qualities, I think ; and I know

Martha Tansey. n

I haven't luck," said Arden ; " so for my part I may as well
drift, with as little trouble as may be, wherever the current
drives. Happiness is not for all men."

" Happiness is for no man," said Mr. Longcluse. And a
little silence followed. " Now suppose a fellow has got more
money than ever he dreamed of," he resumed, "and finds
money, after all, not quite what he fancied, and that he has
come to long for a prize quite distinct and infinitely more
precious ; so that he finds, at last, that he never can be happy
for an hour without it, and yet, for all his longing and his
pains, sees it is unattainable as that star." (He pointed to
a planet that shone down through the skylight.) "Is that
man happy? He carries with him, go where he may,
an aching heart, the pangs of jealousy and despair, and the
longing of the damned for Paradise. That is my miserable
case."

Richard Arden laughed, as he lighted his second cigar.

" Well, if that's your case, you can't be one of those giants
you described just now. Women are not the obdurate and
cruel creatures you fancy. They are proud, and vain, and un-
forgiving ; but the misery and the perseverance of a lover
constitute a worship that first flatters and then wins them. Re-
member this, a woman finds it very hard to give up a
worshipper, except for another. Now why should you despair ?
You are a gentleman, you are a clever fellow, an agreeable
fellow ; you are what is accounted a young man still, and you
can make your wife rich. They all like that. It is not avarice,
but pride. I don't know the young lady, but I see no good
reason why you should fail."

" I wish, Arden, I dare tell you all ; but some day I'll tell you
more."

" The only thing is You'll not mind my telling you, as

you have been so frank with me ? "

" Pray say whatever you think. I shall be ever so much
obliged. I forget so many things about English manners and
ways of thinking — I have lived so very much abroad. Should
I be put up for a club ? "

"Well, I should not mind a club just yet, till you know
more people — quite time enough. But you must manage
better. Why should those Jew fellows, and other people, who
don't hold, and never can, a position the least like yours, be
among your acquaintance ? You must make it a rule to drop
all objectionable persons, and know none but good people.
Of course, when you are strong enough it doesn't so much
matter, provided you keep them at arm's length. But you
passed your younger days abroad, as you say, and not being
yet so well known here, you will have to be particular — don't

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you see ? A man is so much judged by his acquaintance ; and ,
in fact, it is essential."

"A thousand thanks for an/ hints that strike you," said
Longcluse good humouredly.

" They sound frivolous ; but these trifles have immense weight
with women," said Arden. "By Jove ! " he added, glancing at
his watch, " we shall be late. Your trap is at the door-
suppose we go?"

CHAPTER III.

MR. LONGCLUSE OPENS HIS HEART.

HE old housekeeper had drawn near her window, and
stood close to the pane, through which she looked
out upon the star-lit night. The stars shine down
over the foliage of huge old trees. Dim as shadows
stand the horse and tax-cart that await Mr. Longcluse and
Richard Arden, who now at length appear. The groom fixes
the lamps, one of which shines full on Mr. Longcluse's peculiar
face.

" Ay — the voice ; I could a' sworn to that," she muttered.
"It went through me like a scythe. But that's a strange face;
and yet there's summat in it, just a hint like, to call my
thoughts out a-seeking up and down, and to and fro ; and
'twill not let me rest until 1 come to find the truth. Mace ?
No, no. Langly? Not he. Yet 'twas summat that night, I
think — summat awful. And who was there ? No one. Lighten
our darkness, we beseech thee, O Lord ! for my heart is sore
troubled."

Up jumped the groom. Mr. Longcluse had the reins in his
hand, and he and his companion passed swiftly by the window,
and the flash of the lamps crossed the panelled walls of the
housekeeper's room. The light danced wildly from corner to
corner of the wainscot, accompanied by the shadows of two
geraniums in bow-pots on the window-stool. The lamps flew
by, and she still stood there, with the palsied shake of her
head and hand, looking cut into the darkness, in rumina-
tion.

Arden and Longcluse glided through the night air in silence,
under the mighty old trees that had witnessed generations of
Ardens, down the darker, narrow road, and by the faded old
inn, once famous in those regions as the " Guy of Warwick,"

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>* Checkmate.

representing still on its board, in tarnished gold and colours,
that redoubted champion, with a boar's head on the point of
his sword, and a grotesque lion winding itself fawningly about
his horse's legs.

As they passed swiftly along this smooth and deserted road,
Longcluse spoke. Aperit prtzcordia vinum. In his brandy
and water he had not spared alcohol, and the quantity was
considerable.

" I have lots of money, Arden, and I can talk to people, as
you say," he suddenly said, as if Richard Arden had spoken
but a moment before ; " but, on the whole, is there on earth a
more miserable dog than I ? There are things that trouble me
that would make you laugh ; there are others that would, if I
dare tell them, make you sigh. Soon I shall be able ; soon
you shall know all. I'm not a bad fellow. I know how to give
away money, and, what is harder to bestow on others, my time
and labour. But who to look at me would believe it ? I'm not
a worse fellow than Penruddock. I can cry for pity and do a
kind act like him ; but I look in my glass, and I also feel like
him, 'the mark of Cain' is on me — cruelty in my face. Why
should Nature write on some men's faces such libels on their
characters ? Then here's another thing to make you laugh—
you, a handsome fellow, to whom beauty belongs, I say, by
right of birth — it would make me laugh also if I were not, as I
am, forced every hour I live to count up, in agonies of hope
and terror, my chances in that enterprise in which all my
happiness for life is staked so wildly. Common ugliness does
not matter, it is got over. But such a face as mine ! Come,
come ! you are too good-natured to say. I'm not asking for
consolation ; I am only summing up my curses."

" You make too much of these. Lady May thinks your face,
she says, very interesting — upon my honour, she does."

" Oh, heaven ! " exclaimed Mr. Longcluse, with a shrug and
a laugh.

"And what is more to the purpose (will you forgive my
reporting all this — you won't mind ?), some young lady friends
of hers who were by said, I assure you, that you had s*.
much expression, and that your features were extremely
refined."

*' It won't do, Arden ; you are too good-natured," said he,
laughing more bitterly.

" I should much rather be as I am, if I were you, than be
gifted with vulgar beauty — plump, pink and white, with black
beady eyes, and all that," said Arden.

" But the heaviest curse upon me is that which, perhaps, you
do not suspect — the curse of — secrecy."

" Oh, really ! " said Arden, laughing, as if he had thought up

Mr. Longcluse Opens his Heart. 15

to then that Mr. Longcluse's history was as well known as that
of the ex-Emperor Napoleon.

" I don't say that I shall come out like the enchanted hero in
a fairy tale, and change in a moment from a beast into a prince ;
but I am something better than I seem. In a short time, if you
cared to be bored with it, I shall have a great deal to tell you."

There followed here a silence of two or three minutes, and
then, on a sudden, pathetically, Mr. Longcluse broke forth —

" What has a fellow like me to do with love ? and less than
beloved, can I ever be happy ? I know something of the world
— not of this London world, where I live less than I seem to do,
and into which I came too late ever to understand it thoroughly
— I know something of a greater world, and human nature is the
same everywhere. You talk of a girl's pride inducing her to marry
a man for the sake of his riches. Could I possess my beloved
on those terms ? I would rather place a pistol in my mouth, and
blow my skull off. Arden, I'm unhappy ; I'm the most miser-
able dog alive."

" Come, Longcluse, that's all nonsense. Beauty is no advantage
to a man. The being agreeable is an immense one. But
success is what women worship, and if, in addition to that, you
possess wealth — not, as I said, that they are sordid, but only
vain-glorious — you become very nearly irresistible. Now you
are agreeable, successful and wealthy — you must see what
follows."

" I'm out of spirits," said Longcluse, and relapsed into silence,
with a great sigh.

By this time they had got within the lamps, and were thread-
ing streets, and rapidly approaching their destination. Five
minutes more, and these gentlemen had entered a vast room, in
the centre of which stood a billiard-table, with benches rising
tier above tier to the walls, and a gallery running round the
building above them, brilliantly lighted, as such places are, and
already crowded with all kinds of people. There is going to be
a great match of a " thousand up " played between Bill Hood
and Bob Markham. The betting has been unusually high ; it is
still going on. The play won't begin for nearly half an hour.
The "admirers of the game" have mustered in great force and
variety. There are young peers, with sixty thousand a year, and
there are gentlemen who live by their billiards. There are, for
once in a way, grave persons, bankers, and counsel learned in
the law ; there are -Jews and a sprinkling of foreigners ; and
there are members of Parliament and members ot the swell
mob.

Mr. Longcluse has a good deal to think about this night He
is out of spirits. Richard Arden is no longer with him, having
picked up a friend or two in the room. Longcluse, with folded

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arms, and his shoulders against the wall, is in a profound reverie,
his dark eyes for the time lowered to the floor, beside the point
of his French boot. There unfold themselves beneath him
picture after picture, the scenes of many a year ago. Looking
down, there creeps over him an old horror, a supernatural
disgust, and he sees in the dark a pair of wide, white eyes,
staring up at him in an agony of terror, and a shrill yell, piercing
a distance of many years, makes him shake his ears with a sudden
chill. Is this the witches' Sabbath of our pale Mephistopheles —
his night of goblins ? He raised his eyes, and they met those of a
person whom he had not seen for a very long time — a third part
of his whole life. The two pairs of eyes, at nearly half across
the room, have met, and for a moment fixed. The stranger
smiles and nods. Mr. Longcluse does neither. He affects now
to be looking over the stranger's shoulder at some more
distant object There is a strange chill and commotion at
his heart.

CHAPTER IV.
MONSIEUR LEBAS.

JR. LONGCLUSE leaned still with folded arms, and
his shoulder to the wall. The stranger, smiling and
fussy, was making his way to him. There is nothing
in this man's appearance to associate him with tragic
incident or emotion of any kind. He is plainly a foreigner. He
is short, fat, middle-aged, with a round fat face, radiant with
good humour and good-natured enjoyment. His dress is cut in
the somewhat grotesque style of a low French tailor. It is not
very new, and has some spots of grease upon it. Mr. Longcluse
perceives that he is now making his way towards him.
Longcluse for a moment thought of making his escape by the
door, which was close to him ; but he reflected, " He is about
the most innocent and good-natured soul on earth, and why
should I seem to avoid him ? Better, if he's looking for me, to
let him find me, and say his say." So Longcluse looked another
way, his arms still folded, and his shoulders against the wall as
before.

"Ah, ha ! Monsieur is thinking profoundly," said a gay voice
in French. "Ah, ha, ha, ha ! you are surprised, Sir, to see me
here. So am I, my faith ! I saw you. I never forget a face."

" Nor a friend, Lebas. Who could have imagined anything to
bring you to London?" answered Longcluse, in the same
language, shaking him warmly by the hand, and smiling down
on the little man. " I shall never forget your kindness. I think
I should have died in that illness but for you. How can I ever
thank you half enough ? "

"And the grand secret — the political difficulty — Monsieur
found it well evaded," he said, mysteriously touching his upper
lip with two fingers.

" Not all quiet yet. I suppose you thought I was in Vienna ?"

1 8 Checkmate.

"Eh? well, yes— so I did," answered Lebas, with a shrug.
" But perhaps you think this place safer."

"Hush! You'll come to me to-morrow. I'll tell you where
to find me before we part, and you'll bring your portmanteau and
stay with me while you remain in London, and the longer the
better."

" Monsieur is too kind, a great deal ; but I am staying for my
visit to London with my brother-in-law, Gabriel Laroque, the
watchmaker. He lives on the Hill of Ludgate, and he would be
offended if I were to reside anywhere but in his house while I
stay. But if Monsieur would be so good as to permit me to
call "

"You must come and dine with me to-morrow ; I have a box
for the opera. You love music, or you are not the Pierre
Lebas whom I remember sitting with his violin at an open
window. So come early, come before six ; I have ever so much
to ask you. And what has brought you to London ? "

" A very little business and a great deal of pleasure ; but all
in a week," said the little man, with a shrug and a hearty laugh.
" I have come over here about some little things like that." He
smiled archly as he produced from his waistcoat pocket a little
flat box with a glass top, and shook something in it. " Com-
merce, you see. I have to see two or three more of the London
people, and then my business will have terminated, and nothing
remain for the rest of the week but pleasure — ha, ha ! "

"You left all at home well, I hope — children ? " He was going
to say " Madame," but a good many years had passed.

" I have seven children. Monsieur will remember two. Three
are by my first marriage, four by my second, and all enjoy the
very best health. Three are very young — three, two, one year
old ; and they say a fourth is not impossible very soon," he
added archly.

Longcluse laughed kindly, and laid his hand upon his
shoulder.

" You must take charge of a little present for each from me,
and one for Madame. And the old business still flourishes ?"

" A thousand thanks ! yes, the business is the same — the file,
the chisel, and knife." And he made a corresponding movement
of his hand as he mentioned each instrument.

"Hush!" said Longcluse, smiling, so that no one who did not
hear him would have supposed there was so much cautious em-
phasis in the word. " My good friend, remember there are
details we talk of, you and I together, that are not to be men-
tioned so suitably in a place like this," and he pressed his
hand on his wrist, and shook it gently.

" A thousand pardons ! I am, I know, too careless, and let my
tongue too often run before my caution. My wife, she says,

Monsieur Let as. 19

'You can't wash your shirt but you must tell the world.' It is
my weakness truly. She is a woman of extraordinary penetra-
tion."

Mr. Longcluse glanced from the corners of his eyes about the
room. Perhaps he wished to ascertain whether his talk with
this man, whom you would have taken to be little above the
level of a French mechanic, had excited anyone's attention. But
there was nothing to make him think so.

" Now, Pierre, my friend, you must win some money upon
this match — do you see ? And you won't deny me the pleasure
of putting down your stake for you ; and, if you win, you shall
buy something pretty for Madame — and, win or lose, I shall
think it friendly of you after so many years, and like you the
better."

" Monsieur is too good," he said with effusion.

" Now look. Do you see that fat Jew over there on the front
bench — you can't mistake him — with the velvet waistcoat all in
wrinkles, and the enormous lips, who talks to every second
person who passes ? "

" I see perfectly, Monsieur."

" He is betting three to one upon Markham. You must take
his offer, and back Hood. I'm told he'll win. Here are ten
pounds, you may as well make them thirty. Don't say a word.
Our English custom is to tip, as we say, our friend's sons at
school, and to make presents to everybody, as often as we like.
Now there — not a word." He quietly slipped into his hand a
little rouleau often pounds in gold. " If you say one word you
wound me," he continued. " But, good Heaven! my dear friend,
haven't you a breast-pocket ? "

" No, Monsieur ; but this is quite safe. I was paid, only five
minutes before I came here, fifteen pounds in gold, a cheque of
forty-four pounds, and "

" Be silent. You may be overheard. Speak here in a very
low tone, as I do. And do you mean to tell me that you carry
all that money in your coat pocket ? "

" But in a pocket-book, Monsieur."

"All the more convenient for the chevalier d'industrie" said
Longcluse. " Stop. Pray don't produce it ; your fate is, per-
haps, sealed if you do. There are gentlemen in this room who
would hustle and rob you in the crowd as you get out ; or, fail-
ing that, who, seeing that you are a stranger, would follow and
murder you in the streets, for the sake of a twentieth part of that
sum."

" Gabriel thought there would be none here but men distin-
guished,1' said Lebas, in some consternation.

" Distinguished by the special attention of the police, some of
them,1' said Longcluse.

2O Checkmate.

"He* ! that is very true," said Monsieur Lebas — "very true, I
am sure of it. See you that man there, Monsieur ? Regard him
for a moment. The tall man, who leans with his shoulder to
the metal pillar of the gallery. My faith ! he has observed my
steps and followed me. I thought he was a spy. But my friend
he says ' No, that is a man of bad character, dismissed for bad
practices from the police.' Aha ! he has watched me sideways,
with the corner of his eye. I will watch him with the corner of
mine — ha, ha ! "

" It proves, at all events, Lebas, that there are people here
other than gentlemen and men of honest lives," said Longcluse.

"But," said Lebas, brightening a little, "I have this weapon,"
producing a dagger from the same pocket.

" Put it back this instant. Worse and worse, my good friend.
Don't you know that just now there is a police activity respect-
ing foreigners, and that two have been arrested only yesterday
on no charge but that of having weapons about their persons ?
I don't know what the devil you had best do."

" I can return to the Hill of Ludgate — eh ?"

" Pity to lose the game ; they won't let you back again," said
Longcluse.

" What shall I do ?" said Lebas, keeping his hand now in his
pocket on his treasure.

Longcluse rubbed the tip of his finger a little over his eye-
brow, thinking.

"Listen to me," said Longduse, suddenly. "Is your brother-
in-law here ? "

•' No, Monsieur."

*' Well, you have some London friend in the room, haven't
you ? "

" One— yes."

" Only be sure he is one whom you can trust, and who has a
safe pocket."

" Oh, yes, Monsieur, entirely ! and I saw him place his purse
so," he said, touching his coat, over his heart, with his fingers.

" Well, now, you can't manage it here, under the gaze of the
people ; but — where is best ? Yes — you see those two doors at
opposite sides in the wall, at the far end of the room ? They
open into two parallel corridors leading to the hall, and a little
way down there is a cross passage, in the middle of which is a
door opening into a smoking-room. That room will be deserted
now, and there, unseen, you can place your money and dagger
in his charge."

"Ah, thank you a hundred thousand times, Monsieur!" an-
swered Lebas. " I shall be writing to the Baron van Boeren
to-morrow, and I will tell him I have met Monsieur."

" Don't mind ; how is the baron ?" asked Longcluse.

Monsieur Lebas. 21

fa Very well. Beginning to be not so young, you know, and
thinking of retiring. I will tell him his work has succeeded.
If he demolishes, he also secures. If he sometimes sheds
blood "

"Hush /" whispered Longcluse, sternly.

"There is no one," murmured little Lebas, looking round, but
dropping his voice to a whisper. " He also saves a neck some-
times irom the blade of the guillotine. '

Longcluse frowned, a little embarrassed. Lebas smiled archly.
In a moment Longcluse's impatient frown broke into a mysteri-
ous smile that responded.

u May I say one word more, and make one request of Mon-
sieur, which I hope he will not think very impertinent ? " asked
Monsieur Lebas, who had just been on the point of taking his
leave.

"It mayn't be in my power to grant it ; but you can't be what
you say — I am too much obliged to you — so speak quite freely,"
said Longcluse.

So they talked a little more and parted, and Monsieur Lebas
went on his way.

CHAPTER V.

A CATASTROPHE.

HE play has commenced. Longcluse, who likes and
understands the game, sitting beside Richard Arden,
is all eye. He is intensely eager and delighted He
joins modestly in the clapping that now and then
follows a stroke of extraordinary brilliancy. Now and then he
whispers a criticism in Arden's ear. There are many vicissi-
tudes in the game. The players have entered on the third hun-
dred, and still " doubtful it stood/' The excitement is extra-
ordinary. The assembly is as hushed as if it were listening to a
sermon, and, I am afraid, more attentive. Now, on a sudden,
Hood scores a hundred and sixty-eight points in a single break.
A burst of prolonged applause follows, and, during the clapping,
in which he had at first joined, Longcluse says to Arden, —

" I can't tell you how that run of Hood's delights me. I saw
a poor little friend of mine here before the play began — I had
not seen him since I was little more than a boy — a Frenchman,
a good-natured little soul, and I advised him to back Hood, and
I have been trembling up to this moment. But I think he's safe
now to win. Markham can't score this time. If he's in ' Queer
Street,' as they whisper round the room, you'll find he'll either
give a simple miss, or put himself into the pocket."

"Well, I'm sure I hope your friend will win, because it will
put three hundred and eighty pounds into my pocket," said
Richard Arden.

And now silence was called, and the building became, in a
moment, hushed as a cathedral before the anthem ; and Mark-
ham knocked his own ball into the pocket as Longcluse had
predicted.

On sped the eame. and at last Hood scored a thousand, and

A Catastropne. 23

won the match, greeted by an uproar of applause that, now being
no longer restrained, lasted for nearly five minutes. The as-
semblage had, by this time, descended from the benches, and
crowded the floor in clusters, discussing the play or settling
bets. The people in the gallery were pouring down by the four
staircases, and adding to the crowd and buzz.

Suddenly there is a sort of excitement perceptible of a new
kind — a gathering and pressure of men about one of the doors
at the far corner of the room. Men are looking back and
beckoning to their companions ; others are shouldering forward
as strenuously as they can. What is it — any dispute about the
score ? — a pair of men boxing in the passage ?

"No suspicion of fire?" the men at this near end exclaim,
and sniff over their shoulders, and look about them, and move
toward the point where the crowd is thickening, not knowing
what to make of the matter. But soon there runs a rumour
about the room — "a man has just been found murdered in a room
outside," and the crowd now press forward more energetically to
the point of attraction.

In the cross-passage which connects the two corridors, as
Mr. Longcluse described, there is an awful crush, and next to no
light. A single jet of gas burns in the smoking room, where the
pressure of the crowd is not quite so much felt. There are two
policemen in that chamber, in the ordinary uniform of the force,
and three detectives in plain clothes, one supporting a corpse
already stiffening, in a sitting posture, as it was found, in a far
angle of the room, on the bench to your left as you look in. All
the people are looking up the room. You can see nothing but
hats, and backs of heads, and shoulders. There is a ceaseless
buzz and clack of talk and conjecture. Even the policemen are
looking, as the rest do, at the body. The man who has mounted
on the chair near the door, with the other beside him, who has
one foot on the rung and another on the seat, and an arm round
the first gentleman's neck, although he has not the honour of
his acquaintance, to support himself, can see, over the others'
heads, the one silent face which looks back towards the door,
upon so many gaping, and staring, and gabbling ones. The
light is faint. It has occurred to no one to light the gas lamps
in the centre. But that forlorn face is distinct enough. Fixed
and leaden it is, with the chin a little raised. The eyes are
wide open, with a deep and awful gaze ; the mouth slightly dis-
torted with what the doctors call " a convulsive smile," which
shows the teeth a little, and has an odd, wincing look.

As I live, it is the little Frenchman, Pierre Lebas, who was
talking so gaily to-night with Mr. Longcluse !

The ebony haft of a dagger, sticking straight out, shows where
the hand of the assassin planted the last stab of four, through

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his black satin waistcoat, embroidered with green leaves, red
strawberries, and yellow flowers, which, I suppose, was one of
the finest articles in the little wardrobe that Madame Lebas
packed up for his holiday. It is not worth much now. It has
four distinct cuts, as I have said, on the left side, right through
it, and is soaked in blood.

His pockets have been rifled. The police have found nothing
in them but a red pocket-handkerchief and a papier-machl
snuff-box. If that dumb mouth could speak but fifty words,
what a world of conjecture it would end, and poor Lebas's story
would be listened to as never was story of his before !

A policeman now takes his place at the door to prevent
further pressure. No new-comers will be admitted, except as
others go out. Those outside are asking questions of those
within, and transmitting, over their shoulders, particulars,
eagerly repeated. On a sudden there is a subsidence of the
buzz and gabble within, and one voice, speaking almost at the
pitch of a shriek, is heard declaiming. White as a sheet, Mr.
Longcluse, in high excitement, is haranguing in the smoking-
room, mounted on a table.

" I say," he cried, " gentlemen, excuse me. There are so
many together here, so many known to be wealthy, it is an
opportunity for a word. Things are coming to a pretty pass —
garotters in our streets and assassins in our houses of entertain-
ment ! Here is a poor little fellow — look at him — here to-night
to see the game, perfectly well and happy, murdered by some
miscreant for the sake of the money he had about him. It
might have been the fate of anyone of us. I spoke to him to-
nigh<\ I had not seen him since I was a boy almost. Seven
children and a wife, he told me, dependent on him. I say there
are two things wanted — first, a reward of such magnitude as
will induce exertion. I promise, for my own share, to put
down double the amount promised by the highest subscriber.
Secondly, something should be done for the family he has left,
in proportion to the loss they have sustained. Upon this point
I shall make inquiry myself. But this is plain, the danger and
scandal have attained a pitch at which none of us who cares to
walk the streets at night, or at any time to look in upon amuse-
ments like that we attended this evening, can permit them
longer to stand. There is a fatal defect somewhere. Are our
police awake and active ? Very possibly ; but if so the force is
not adequate, I say this frightful scandal must be abated if, as
citizens of London, we desire to maintain our reputation for
common sense and energy."

There was a tall thin fellow, shabbily dressed, standing
nearly behind the door, with a long neck, and a flat mean face,
slightly pitted with small-pox, rather pallid, who was smiling

A Catastrophe. 25

lazily, with half-closed eyes, as Mr. Longcluse declaimed ; and
when he alluded pointedly to the inadequacy of the police, this
man's amusement improved, and he winked pleasantly at the
clock which he was consulting at the moment with the corner
of his eye.

And now a doctor arrived, and Gabriel Laroque the watch-
maker, and more police, with an inspector. Laroque faints
when he sees his murdered friend. Recovered after a time, he
identifies the body, identifies the dagger also as the property of
poor Lebas.

The police take the matter now quite into their bands, and
clear the room.

CHAPTER VI.

TO BED.

|R. LONGCLUSE jumped into a cab, and told the
man to drive to his house in Bolton Street, Picca-
dilly. He rolled his coat about him with a kind of
violence, and threw himself into a corner. Then, as
it were, in furore, and with a stamp on the floor, he pitched
himself into the other corner.

" I've seen to-night what I never thought I should see. What
devil possessed me to tell him to go into that black little
smoking-room?" he muttered. "What a room it is! It has
seized my brain somehow. Am I in a fever, or going mad, or
what ? That cursed smoking-room ! I can't get out of it. It
is in the centre of the earth. I'm built round and round in it.
The moment I begin to think, I'm in it. The moment I close
my eyes, its four stifling walls are round me. There is no way-
out. It is like hell."

The wind had come round to the south, and a soft rain was
pattering on the windows. He stopped the cab somewhere
near St. James's Street, and got out. It was late — it was just
past two o'clock, and the streets were quiet. Wonderfully still
was the great city at this hour, and the descent of the rain went
on with a sound like a prolonged "hush" all round. He paid
the man, and stood for a while on the kerbstone, looking up
and down the street, under the downpour of the rain. You
might have taken this millionaire for a man who knew not
where to lay his head that night. He took off his hat, and let
the refreshing rain saturate his hair, and stream down his fore-
head and temples.

" Your cab's stuffy and hot, ain't it ? Standing half the day
with the glass in the sun, I daresay," said he to the man, who

To Bed. 27

was fumbling in his pockets, and pretending a difficulty about
finding change.

'• See, never mind, if you haven't got change ; I'll go on.
Heavier rain than I fancied ; very pleasant though. When did
the rain begin ? " asked Mr. Longcluse, who seemed in no hurry
to get back again.

" A trifle past ten, Sir."

" I say, your horse's knees are a bit broken, ain't they ?
Never mind, I don't care. He can pull you and me to Bolton
Street, I daresay."

" Will you please to get in, Sir ? " inquired the cabman.

Mr. Longcluse nodded, frowning and thinking of something
else ; the rain still descending on his bare head, his hat in his
hand.

The cabman thought this " cove " had been drinking and
must be a trifle "tight." He would not mind if he stood so for
a couple of hours ; it would run his fare up to something pretty.
So cabby had thoughts of clapping a nosebag to his horse's
jaws, and was making up his mind to a bivouac. But Mr.
Longcluse on a sudden got in, repeating his direction to the
driver in a gay and brisk tone, that did not represent his real
sensations.

" Why should I be so disturbed at that little French fellow ?
Have I been ill, that my nerve is gone and I such a fool ? One
would think I had never seen a dead fellow till now. Better
for him to be quiet than at his wit's ends, devising ways and
means to keep his seven cubs in bread and butter. I should
have gone away when the game was over. What earthly reason

led me into that d d ruom, when I heard the fuss there ?

I've a mind to go and play hazard, or see a doctor. Arden said
he'd look in, in the morning. I should like that ; I'll talk to
Arden. I sha'n't sleep, I know ; I can't, nil night ; I've got
imprisoned in that suffocating room. Shall I ever close my
eyes again ? "

They had now reached the door of the small, unpretending
house of this wealthy man. The servant who opened the door,
though he knew his business, stared a little, for he had never
seen his master return in such a plight before, and looking so
haggard.

" Wheri's Franklin ? "

" Arranging things in your room, Sir."

"Give me a candle. The cab is paid. Mr. Arden, mind,
may call in the morning ; if I should not be down, show him to
my room. You are not to let him go without seeing me."

Up-stairs went the pale master of the house. " Franklin ! "
he called, as he mounted the last flight of stairs, next his bed-
room.

28 Checkmate.

" Yes, Sir."

" I sha'n't want you to-night, I think — that is, I shall manage
what I want for myself ; but I mean to ring for you by-and-by."
He was in his dressing-room by this time, and looked round to
see that his comforts were provided for as usual — his foot-bath
and hot water.

" Shall 1 fetch your tea, Sir?"

" I'll drink no tea to-night ; IV'. been disgusted. I've seen a
dead man, quite unexpectedly ; and I sha'n't get over it for
some hours, 1 daresay. I feel ill. And what you must do is
this : when I ring my bell, you come back, and you must sit up
here till eight in the morning. I shall leave the door between
this 'and the next room open ; and should you hear me sleeping
uneasily, moaning, or anything like nightmare, you must come
in and waken me. And you are not to go to sleep, mind ; the
moment I call, I expect you in my room. Keep yourself awake
how you can ; you may sleep all to-morrow, if you like."

With this charge Franklin departed.

But Mr. Longcluse's preparations for bed occupied a longer
time than he had anticipated. When nearly an hour had
passed, Mr. Franklin ventured up-stairs,and quietly approached
the dressing-room door ; but there he heard his master still
busy with his preparations, and withdrew. It was not until
nearly half-an-hour more had passed that his bell gave the
promised signal, and Mr. Franklin established himself for the
night, in the easy-chair in the dressing-room, with the connect-
ing door between the two rooms open.

Mr. Longcluse was right. The shock which his nerves hac
received did not permit him to sleep very soon. Two hours
later he called for the Eau-de-Cologne that stood on his dressing
table ; and although he made belief to wet his temples with it
and kept it at his bedside with that professed design, it was Mr
Franklin's belief that he drank the greater part of what remainec
in the capacious cut-glass bottle. It was not until people were
beginning to " turn out " for their daily labour that sleep at
length visited the wearied eye-balls of the Crcesus.

Three hours of death-like sleep, and Mr. Longcluse, with a
little start, was wide awake.

' Franklin ! "

' Yes, Sir." And Mr. Franklin stood at his bedside.
'What o'clock is it?"
'Just struck ten, Sir."

' Hand me the Times." This was done.
' Tell them to get breakfast as usual. I'm coming down.
Open the shutters, and draw the curtains, quite."

When Franklin had done this and gone down, Mr. Long-
cluse read the Times with a stern eagerness, still in bed. The

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great billiard match between Hood and Markham was given in
spirited detail ; but he was looking for something else. Just
under this piece of news, he found it — " Murder and Robbery,
in the Saloon Tavern." He read this twice over, and then
searched the paper in vain for any further news respecting it.
After this search, he again read the short account he had seen
before, very carefully, and more than once. Then he jumped
out of bed, and looked at himself in the glass in his dressing-
room.

" How awfully seedy I am looking ! " he muttered, after a
careful inspection. " Better by-and-by."

His hand was shaking like that of a man who had made a
debauch, or was worn out with ague. He looked ten years
older.

" I should hardly know myself," muttered he. " What a
confounded, sinful old fogey I look, and I so young and
innocent ! "

The sneer was for himself and at himself. The delivery of
such is an odd luxury which, at one time or other, most men
indulge in. Perhaps it should teach us to take them more
kindly when other people crack such cynical jokes on our
heads, or, at least, to perceive that they don't always argue
personal antipathy.

The sour smile which had, for a moment, nickered with a
wintry light on his face, gave place suddenly to a dark fatigue ;
his features sank, and he heaved a long, deep, and almost
shuddering sigh.

There are moments, happily very rare, when the idea of
suicide is distinct enough to be dangerous, and having passed
which, a man feels that Death has looked him very nearly in
the face. Nothing more trite and true than the omnipresence
of suffering. The possession of wealth exempts the unfortunate
owner from, say, two-thirds of the curse that lies heavy on the
human race. Two thirds is a great deal ; but so is the other
third, and it may have in it, at times, something as terrible as
human nature can support.

Mr. Longcluse, the millionarie, had, of course, many poor
enviers. Had any one of all these uttered such a sigh that
morning ? Or did any one among them feel wearier of life ?

" When I have had my tub, I shall be quite another man,"
said he.

But it did not give him the usual fillip ; on the contrary, he
felt rather chilled.

" What can the matter be ? I'm a changed man," said he,
wondering, as people do at the days growing shorter in
autumn, that time had produced some changes. " I remember
when a scene or an excitement produced no more effect upon

ne, after the moment, than a glass of champagne ; and now I
feel as if I had swallowed poison, or drunk the cup of mad-
ness. Shaking ! — hand, heart, every joint. I have grown such
a muff ! "

Mr. Longcluse had at length completed his very careless
toilet, and looking ill, went down-stairs in his dressing-gown
and slippers.

CHAPTER VII.

FAST FRIENDS.

little more than half-an-hour, as Mr. Longcluse was
sitting at his breakfast in his dining-room, Richard
Arden was shown in.

" Dressing-gown and slippers — what a lazy dog I
am compared with you ! " said Longcluse gaily as he entered.

"Don't say another word on that subject, I beg. I should
have been later myself, had I dared ; but my Uncle David had
appointed to meet me at ten."

" Won't you take something ? *

"Well, as I have had no bieakfast, I don't mind if I do,"
said Arden, laughing.

Longcluse rang the bell.

" When did you leave that place last night?" asked Long-
cluse.

" I fancy about the same time that you went — about five or
ten minutes after the match ended. You heard there was a
man murdered in a passage there ? I tried to get down and
see it but the crowd was awful."

"I was more lucky — I came earlier,*' said Longcluse. "It
was perfectly sickening, and I have been seedy ever since.
You may guess what a shock it was to me. The murdered
man was that poor little Frenchman I told you of, who had
been talking to me, in high spirits, just before the play began—
and there he was, poor fellow ! You'll see it all there ; it
makes me sick."

He handed him the Times.

" Yes, I see. I daresay the police will make him out," said
Arden, as he glanced hastily over it. " Did you remark some
awfully ill-looking fellows there ? "

32 Checkmate.

"I never saw so many together in a place of the kind
before," said Longcluse.

" That's a capital account of the match," said Arden, whom
it interested more than the tragedy of poor little Lebas did.
He read snatches of it aloud as he ate his breakfast : and
then, laying the paper down, he said, " Bv-the-bye, I need not
bother you by asking your advice, as I intended. My uncle
David has been blowing me tip, and I think he'll make every-
thing straight. When he sends for me and gives me an awful
lecture, he always makes it up to me afterwards."

" I wish, Arden, I stood as little in need of your advice as
you do, it seems, of mine," said Longcluse suddenly, after a
short silence. His dark eyes were fixed on Richard Arden's.
" I have been fifty times on the point of making a confession
to you, and my heart has failed me. The hour is coming.
These things won't wait. I must speak, Arden, soon or
never — -very soon, or never. Never, perhaps, would be
wisest."

" Speak now, on the contrary," said Arden, laying down his
knife and fork, and leaning back. "Now is the best time
always. If it's a bad thing, why, it's over ; and if it's a good
one, the sooner we have it the better."

Longcluse rose, looking down in meditation, and in silence
walked slowly to the window, where, for a time, without speak-
ing he stood in a reverie. Then, looking up, he said, " No
man likes a crisis. ' No good general ever fights a pitched
battle if he can help it.' Wasn't that Napoleon's saying?
No man who has not lost his head likes to get together all he
has on earth, and make one stake of it. I have been on the
point of speaking to you often. I have always recoiled."

" Here I am, my dear Longcluse," said Richard Arden,
rising and following him to the window, "ready to hear you.
I ought to say, only too happy if I can be of the least use."

"Immense! everything?" said Longcluse vehemently.
" And yet I don't know how to ask you — how to begin — so
much depends. Don't you conjecture the subject ? "

"Well, perhaps I do — perhaps I don't. Give me some
clue."

" Have you formed no conjecture?" asked Longc'use.

" Perhaps."

" Is it anything in any way connected with your sister, Miss
Arden?"

" It may be, possibly."

" Say what you think, Arden, I beseech you.*

" Well, I think, perhaps, you admire her.*'

"Do I ? Do 1 ? Is that all? Would to God I could say
that is all ! Admiration, what is it ? — Nothing. Love ?-

Fast Friends. 33

Nothing. Mine is adoration and utter madness. I have told
my secret. What do you say ? Do you hate me for it?"

" Hate you, my dear fellow ! Why on earth should I hate
you ? On the contrary, I ought, I think, to like you better.
I'm only a little surprised that your feelings should so much
exceed anything I could have supposed."

" Yesterday, Arden, you spoke as if you liked me. As we
drove into that place, I fancied you half understood me ; and
cheered by what you then said, I have spoken that which
might have died with me, but for that."

" Well, what's the matter? My dear Longcluse, you talk as
if I had shown signs of wavering friendship. Have I ? Quite
the contrary."

" Quite the contrary, that is true," said Longcluse eagerly.
"Yes, you should like me better for it — that is true also.
Yours is no wavering friendship, I'm sure of it. Let us shake
hands upon it. A treaty, Arden, a treaty ! "

With a fierce smile upon his pale face, and a sudden fire in
his eyes, he extended his hand energetically, and took that of
ArJen, who answered the invitation with a look in which
gleamed faintly something of amusement.

" Now, Richard Arden," he continued excitedly, " you have
more influence with Miss Arden than falls commonly to the lot
of a brother. I have observed it. It results from her having
had during her earlier years little society but yours, and from
your being some years her senior. It results from her strong
affection for you, from her admiration of your talents, and from
her having neither brother nor sister to divide those feelings.
I never yet saw brother possess ed of so evident and powerful
an influence with a sister. You must use it all for me."
He continued to hold Arden's hand in his as he spoke.
" You can withdraw your hand if you decline," said he.
" I sha'n't complain. But your hand remains — you don't. It
is a treaty, then. Henceforward we live fadere icto. I'm an
exacting friend, but a good one."

" My dear fellow, you do me but justice. I am your friend,
altogether. But you must not mistake me for a guardian or a
father in the matter. I wish I could make my sister think
exactly as I do upon every subject, and that above all others.
AH I can say is, in me you have a fast friend."

Longcluse pressed his hand, which he had not relinquished,
at these words, with a firm grasp and a quick shake.

" Now listen. I must speak on this point, the one that is in
my mind, my chief difficulty. Personally, there is not, I think,
a living being in England who knows my history. I am glad of
it, for reasons which you will approve by-and-by. But this is
an enormous disadvantage, though only temporary, and the

34 Checkmate.

friends of the young lady must weigh my wealth against it for
the present. But when the time comes, which can't now be
distant, upon my honour ! upon my soul ! — by Heaven, IM
show you I'm of as good and old a family as any in England !
We have been gentlemen up to the time of the Conqueror, here
in England, and as far before him as record can be traced in
Normandy. If I fail to show you this when the hour comes,
stigmatise me as you will."

" I have not a doubt, dear Longcluse. But you are urging a
point that really has no weight with us people in England. We
have taken off our hats to the gentlemen in casques and tabards,
and feudal glories are at a discount everywhere but in Debrett,
where they are taken with allowance. Your ideas upon these
matters are more Austrian than ours. We expect, perhaps, a
little more from the man, but certainly less from his ancestors
than our forefathers did. So till a title turns up, and the
heralds want them, make your mind easy on matters of pedigree,
and then you can furnish them with effect. All I can tell you is
this — there are hardly fifty men in England who dare tell all the
truth about their families."

" We are friends, then ; and in that relation, Arden, if there
are privileges, there are also liabilities, remember, and both
extend into a possibly distant future."

Longcluse spoke with a gloomy excitement that his companion
did not quiie understand.

" That is quite true, of course," said Arden.

Each was looking in the other's face for a moment, and each
face grew suddenly dark, darker — and the whole room darkened
as the air was overshadowed by a mass of cloud that eclipsed
the sun, threatening thunder.

" By Jove ! How awfully dark in a moment I" said Arden,
looking from the face thus suddenly overcast through the
window towards the sky.

" Dark as the future we were speaking of," said Longcluse,
with a sad smile.

" Dark in one sense, I mean unseen, but not darkened in the
ill-omened sense," said Richard Arden. " 1 have great con-
fidence in the future. I suppose I am sanguine."

*' I ought to be sanguine, if having been lucky hitherto should
make one so, and yet I'm not. My happiness depends on that
which I cannot, in the least, control. Thought, action, energy,
contribute nothing, and so I but drift, and — my heart fails me.
Tell me, Arden, for Heaven's sake, truth — spare me nothing,
conceal nothing. Let me but know it, however bitter. First
tell me, does Miss Arden dislike me — has she an antipathy to
me?"

" Dislike you ! Nonsense. How could that be ? She

Fast Friends. 35

evidently enjoys your society, when you are in spirits and
choose to be amusing. Dislike you ? Oh, my dear Longcluse,
you can't have fancied such a thing ! " said Arden.

" A man placed as I am may fancy anything — things infinitely
more unlikely. I sometimes hope she has never perceived my
admiration. It seems strange and cruel, but I believe where a
man cannot be beloved, nothing is so likely to make him haled
as his presuming to love. 'Ihere is the secret of half the
tragedies we read of. The man cannot cease to love, and the
idol of his passion not only disregards but insults it. It is their
cruel nature ; and thus the pangs of jealousy and the agitations
of despair are heightened by a peculiar torture, the hardest of
all hell's torture to endure."

" Well, I have seen you pretty often together, and you must
see there is nothing of that kind," said Arden.

" You speak quite frankly, do you ? For Heaven's sake don't
spare me ! " urged Longcluse.

" I say exactly what I think. There can't be any such
feeling," said Arden.

Longcluse sighed, looked down thoughtfully, and then, raising
his eyes again, he said —

" You must answer me another question, dear Arden, and I
shall, for the present, task your kindness no more. If you think
it a fair question, will you promise to answer me with unsparing
frankness ? Let me hear the worst."

" Certainly," answered his companion.

" Does your sister like anyone in particular — is she attached
to anyone — are her affections quite disengaged ? "

" So far as I am aware, certainly. She never cared for any
one among all the people who admired her, and I am quite
certain such a thing could not be without my observing it,"
answered Richard Arden.

" I don't know ; perhaps not," said Longcluse. "But there
is a young friend of yours, who I thought was an admirer of
Miss Arden's, and possibly a favoured one. You guess, I dare-
say, who it is I mean ? "

" I give you my honour I have not the least idea."

" I mean an early friend of yours — a man about your own
age — who has often been staying in Yorkshire and at Mortlake
with you, and who was almost like a brother in your house-
very intimate."

" Surely you can't mean Vivian Darnley ? " exclaimed Richard
Arden.

" I do. I mean no other."

" Vivian Darnley ? Why, he has hardly enough to live on,
much less to marry on. He has not an idea of any such
thing. If my father fancied such an absurdity possible, he

36 Checkmate.

would take measures to prevent his ever seeing her more. You
could not have hit upon a more impossible man," he resumed,
after a moment's examination of a theory which, notwithstanding,
made him a little more uneasy than he would have cared to
confess. " Darnley is no fool either, and I think he is a
honourable fellow ; and altogether, knowing him as I do, the
thing is utterly incredible. And as for Alice, the idea of his
imagining any such folly, I can undertake to say, positively
never entered her mind."

Here was another pause. Longcluse was again thoughtful.

" May I ask one other question, which I think you will have
no difficulty in answering ? " said he.

" What you please, dear Longcluse ; you may command me."

" Only this, how do you think Sir Reginald wouM receive
me?"

" A great deal better than he will ever receive me ; with his
best bow — no, not that, but with open arms and his brightest
smile. I tell you, and you'll find it true, my father is a. man of
the world. Money won't, of course, do everything ; but it can
do a great deal. It can't make a vulgar man a gentleman, but
it may make a gentleman anything. I really think you would
find him a very fast friend. And now I must leave you, dear
Longcluse. I have just time, and no more, to keep my
appointment with old Mr. Blount, to whom my uncle commands
me to go at twelve."

" Heaven keep us both, dear Arden, in this cheating world !
Heaven keep us true in this false London world ! And God
punish the first who breaks faith with the other ! "

So spoke Longcluse, taking his hand again, and holding it
hard for a moment, with his unfathomable dark eyes on Arden.
Was ,there a faint and unconscious menace in his pale face, as
he uttered these words, which a little stirred Arden's pride ?

" That's a comfortable litany to part with — a form of blessing
elevated so neatly, at the close, into a malediction. However,, I
don't object. Amen, by all means," laughed Arden.

Longcluse smiled.

"A malediction? I really believe it was. Something very
like it, and one that includes myself, doesn't it ? But we are
not likely to earn it. An arrow shot into the sea, it can hurt no
one. But oh, dear Arden, what does such language mean but
suffering ? What is all bitterness but pain ? Is any mind that
deserves the name ever cruel, except from misery ? We sac
good friends, Arden : and if ever I seem to you for a moment
other than friendly, just say, ' It is his heart-ache and not he
that speaks.' Good-bye ! God bless you ! "

At the door there was another parting.

"There's a long dull day before me — say, rather, night;

Fast Friends. 37

weary eyes, sleepless brain," murmured Longcluse, in a rather
dismal soliloquy, standing in his slippers and dressing-gown
again at the window. " Suspense ! What a hell is in that
word ! Chain a man across a rail, in a tunnel — pleasant
situation! let him listen for the faint fifing and drumming of the
engine, miles away, not knowing whether deliverance or death
may come first. Bad enough, that suspense. What is it to
mine ! I shall see her to-night. I shall see her, and how will
it all be ? Richard Arden wishes it — yes, he does. ' Away,
slight man !' It is Brutus who says that, I think. Good
Heaven ! Think of my life — the giddy steps I go by. That
dizzy walk by moonlight, when I lost my way in Switzerland —
beautiful nightmare ! — the two mile ledge of rock before me,
narrow as a plank ; up from my left, the sheer wall of rock ; at
my right so close that my glove might have dropped over it, the
precipice ; and curling vapour on the cliffs above, that seem
about to break, and envelope all below in blinding mist. There
is my life translated into landscape. It has been one long
adventure — danger — fatigue. Nature is full of beauty — many a
quiet nook in life, where peace resides ; many a man whose
path is broad and smooth. Woe to the man who loses his way
on Alpine tracks, and is benighted ! "

Now Mr. Longcluse recollected himself. He had letters to
read and note. He did this rapidly. He had business in town.
He had fifty things on his hands ; and, the day over, he would
see Alice Arden again.

CHAPTER VIII.

CONCERNING A BOOT.

|EVERAL pairs of boots were placed in Mr. Longcluse's
dressing-room.

" Where are the boots that I wore yesterday ? "
asked he.

"If you please, Sir," said Mr. Franklin, "the man called this
morning for the right boot of that pair."

"What man?" asked Mr. Longcluse, rather grimly.

" Mr. Armagnac's man, Sir."

" Did you desire him to call for it ?" asked Mn Longcluse.

" No, Sir. I thought you must have told some one else to
order him to send for it," said Franklin.

"If You ought to know I leave those things to you," said
Mr. Longcluse, staring at him more aghast and fierce than the
possible mislaying of a boot would seem to warrant. " Did you
see Armagnac's man ?"

"No, Sir. It was Charles who came up, at eight o'clock,
when you were still asleep, and said the shoemaker had called
for the right boot of the pair you wore yesterday. I had placed
them outside the door, and I gave it him, Sir, supposing it all
right."

" Perhaps it was all right ; but you know Charles has not
been a week here. Call him up. I'll come to the bottom of
this."

Franklin disappeared, and Mr. Longcluse, with a stern frown,
was staring vaguely at the varnished boot, as if it could tell
something about its missing companion. His brain was already
at work. What the plague was the meaning of this manoeuvre
about his boot ? And why on earth, think I, should he make
such a fuss and a tragedy about it? Charles followed Mr.
Franklin up the stairs.

Concerning a Boot. 39

" What's all this about my boot ? " demanded Mr. Longcluse,
peremptorily. " Who has got it ?"

" A man called for it this morning, Sir."

"Whatman?"

" I think he said he came from Mr. Armagnac's, Sir."

" You think. Say what you know, Sir. What did he say ? "
said Mr. Longcluse, looking dangerous.

" Well, Sir," said the man, mending his case, " he did say,
Sir, he came from Mr. Armagnac's, and wanted the right
boot."

" What right boot ? — any right boot ? "

" No, Sir, please ; the right boot of the pair you wore last
night," answered the servant.

"And you gave it to him ?"

"Yes, Sir, 'twas me," answered Charles.

"Well, you mayn't be quite such a fool as you look. I'll sift
all this to the bottom. You go, if you please, this moment, to
Monsieur Armagnac, and say I should be obliged to him for a
line to say whether he this morning sent for my boot, and got it
— and I must have it back, mind ; you shall bring it back, you
understand ? And you had better make haste."

"I made bold, Sir," said Mr. Franklin, "to send for it myself,
when you sent me down for Charles ; and the boy will be back.
Sir, in two or three minutes."

" Well, come you and Charles here again when the boy comes
back, and bring him here also. I'll make out who has been
playing tricks."

Mr. Longcluse shi!t his dressing-rocjfri door sharply; he
walked to the window, and looked out with a vicious scowl ; he
turned about, and lifted up his clenched hand, and stamped on
the floor. A sudden thought now struck him.

"The right foot ? By Jove ! it may not be the one."

The boot that was left was already in his hand. He was
examining it curiously.

"Ay, by heaven ! The light was the boot ! What's the
meaning of this ? Conspiracy ? I should not wonder."

He examined it carefully again, and flung it into its corner
with violence.

" If it's an accident, it is a very odd one. It is a suspicious
accident. It may be, of course, all right. I daresay it is all
right. The odds are ten, twenty, a thousand to one that
Armagnac has got it. I should have had a warm bath last
night, and taken a ten miles' ride into the country this morn-
ing. It must be all right, and I am plaguing myself without a
cause."

Yet he took up the boot, and examined it once more ; then,
dropping it, went to the window and looked into the street —

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came back, opened his door, and listened for the messenger's
return.

It was not long deferred. As he heard them approach, Mr.
Longcluse flung open his door and confronted them, in white
waistcoat and shirt-sleeves, and with a very white and stern
face — face and figure all white.

"Well, what about it? Where's the boot?" he demanded,
sharply.

"The boy inquired, Sir," said Mr. Franklin, indicating the
messenger with his open hand, and undertaking the office of
spokesman ; " and Mr. Armagnac did not send for the boot,
Sir, and has not got it."

" Oh oh ! very good. And now, Sir," he said, in rising
fury, turning upon Charles, " what have you got to say for
yourself ?"

"The man said he came from Mr. Armagnac, please, Sir,"
said Charles, "and wanted the boot, which Mr. Franklin should
have back as early as he could return it."

"Then you gave it to a common thief with that cock-and-a-
bull storv, and you wish me to believe that you took it all for
gospel. There are men who would pitch you over the bannisters
for a less thing. If I could be certain of it, I'd put you beside
him in the dock. But, by heavens ! I'll come to the bottom of
the whole thing yet."

He shut the door with a crash, in the faces of the three men,
who stood on the lobby.

Mr. Frnnklin was a little puzzled at these transports, all about
a boot. The servants looked at one another without a word.
But just as they were going down, the dressing-room door
opened, and the following dialogue ensued : —

"See, Charles, it was you who saw and spoke with that man ?"
said Longcluse.

" Yes, Sir."

" Should you know him again ?"

"Yes, Sir, I think I should."

'• What kind of man was he ?"

" A very common person, Sir."

" Was he tall or short ? What sort of figure ? "

" Tall, Sir."

" Go on ; what more ? Describe him."

"Tall, Sir, with a long neck, and held himself straight ; ve
flat feet, I noticed ; a thin man, broad in the shoulders — prett
well that."

" Describe his face," said Longcluse.

"Nothing very particular, Sir; a shabby sort of face — a bad
colour."

"How?"

Concerning a Boot. 41

" A bad white, Sir, and pock-marked something ; a broad
face and flat, and a very little bit of a nose ; his eyes almost
shut, and a sort of smile about his mouth, and stingy bits of red
whiskers, in a curl, down each cheek."

" How old ? "

" He might be nigh fifty, Sir."

" Ha, ha ! very good. How was he dressed ?"

"Black frock coat, Sir, a good deal worn; an old flowered
satin waistcoat, worn and dirty, Sir ; and a pair of raither dirty
tweed trousers. Nothing fitted him, and his hat was brown and
greasy, begging your parding, Sir ; and he had a stick in his
hand, and cotton gloves — a-trying to look genteel."

"And he asked for the right boot ?" asked Mr. Longcluse.

"Yes, Sir."

"You are quite sure of that ? Did he take the boot without
locking at it, or did he examine it before he took it away ?"

" He looked at it sharp enough, Sir, and turned up the sole,
and he said 'It's all right,' and he went away, taking it along
with him."

"He asked for the boot I wore yesterday, or last night — which
did he say?" asked Mr. Longcluse.

" I think it was last night he said, Sir," answered Charles.

"Try to recollect yourself. Can't you be certain? Which
was it?"

" I think it was last night, Sir, he said."

"It doesn't signify," said Mr. Longcluse; "I wanted to see
that your memory was pretty clear on the subject. You seem
to remember all that passed pretty accurately."

" I recollect it perfectly well, Sir."

" H'm ! That will do. Franklin, you'll remember that de-
scription— let every one of you remember it. It is the descrip-
tion of a thief; and when you see that fellow again, hold him
fast till you put him in the hands of a policeman. And, Charles,
you must be prepared, d'ye see, to swear to that descripiion ;
lor I am going to the detective office, and I shall give it to the
police."

" Yes, Sir,'' answered Charles.

" I sha'n't want you, Franklin ; let some one call a cab."

So he returned to his dressing-room, and shut the door, and
thought — "That's the fellow whom that miserable little fool,
Lebas, pointed out to me at the saloon last night. He watched
him, he said, wherever he went. / saw him. There may be
other circumstances. That is the fellow — that is the very man.
Here's matter to think over ! By heaven ! that fellow must be
denounced, and discovered, and brought to justice. It is a
strong case — a pretty hanging case against him. We shall see."
Full of surmises about his lost boot, Atra Cura walking un-

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heard behind him, with her cold hand on his shoulder, and with
the image of the ex-detective always gliding before or beside
him, and peering with an odious familiarity over his shoulder
into his face, Mr. Longcluse marched eastward with a firm tread
and a cheerful countenance. Friends who nodded to him, as he
walked along Piccadilly, down Saint James's Street, and by Pall
Mall, citywards, thought he had just been listening to an amus-
ing story. Others, who, more deferentially, saluted the great
man as he walked lightly by Temple Bar, towards Ludgate Hill,
for a moment perplexed themselves with the thought, " What
stock is up, and what down, on a sudden, to-day, that Longcluse
looks so radiant?"

CHAPTER IX.

THE MAN WITHOUT A NAME.

R. LONGCLUSE had made up his mind to a certain
course — a sharp and bold one. At the police office
he made inquiry. " He understood a man had been
lately dismissed from the force, answering to a cer-
tain description, which he gave them ; and he wished to know
whether he was rightly informed, because a theft had been that
morning committed at his house by a man whose appearance
corresponded, and against whom he hoped to have sufficient
evidence."

" Yes, a man like that had been dismissed from the detective
department within the last fortnight."

"What was his name?" Mr. Longcluse asked.

" Paul Davies, Sir."

" If it should turn out to be the same, I may have a more
serious charge to bring against him," said Mr. Longcluse.

"Do you wish to go before his worship, and give an infor-
mation, Sir ? '' urged the officer, invitingly.

" Not quite ripe for that yet," said Mr. Longcluse, "but it is
likely very soon."

" And what might be the nature of the more serious charge,
Sir ? " inquired the officer, insinuatingly.

" I mean to give my evidence at the coroner's inquest that
will be held to-day, on the Frenchman who was murdered last
night at the Saloon Tavern. It is not conclusive — it does not
fix anything upon him ; it is merely inferential."

"Connecting him -with the murder?" whispered the man,
something like reverence mingling with his curiosity, as he dis-
covered the interesting character of his interrogator.

" I can only say possibly connecting him in some way with it.
Where does the man live?"

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44 Checkmate.

" He did live in Rosemary Court, but he left that, I think.
I'll ask, if you please, Sir. Tompkins — hi ! You know where
Paul Davies puts up. Left Rosemary Coirt?"

" Yes, five weeks. He went to Gold Ring Alley, but he's left
that a week ago, and I don't know where he is now, but will
easy find him. Will it answer at eight this evening, Sir ? "

" Quite. I want a servant of mine to have a sight of him,"
said Longcluse.

"If you like, Sir, to leave your address and a stamp, we'll
send you the information by post, and save you calling here."

"Thanks, yes, I'll do that."

So Mr. Longcluse took his leave, and proceeded to the place
where the coroner was sitting. Mr. Longcluse was received in
that place with distinction. The moneyed man was honoured —
eyes were gravely fixed on him, and respectful whispers went
about. A seat was procured for him ; and his evidence, when
he came to give it, was heard with marked attention, and a
general hush of expectation.

The reader, with his permission, must now pass away, sea-
ward, from this smoky London, for a few minutes, into a clear
air, among the rustling foliage of ancient trees, and the fragrance
of hay-fields, and the song of small birds.

On the London and Dover road stands, as you know, the
" Royal Oak," still displaying its ancient signboard, where you
behold King Charles II sitting with laudable composure, and a
crown of Dutch gold on his head, and displaying his finery
through an embrasure in the foliage, with an ostentation some-
what inconsiderate, considering the proximity of the halberts of
the military emissaries in search of him to the royal features.
As you drive towards London, it shows at the left side of the
road, a good old substantial inn and posting-house. Its busi-
ness has dwindled to something very small indeed, for the
traffic prefers the rail, and the once bustling line ot" road is now
quiet. The sun had set, but a reflected glow from the sky was
still over everything ; and by this somewhat lurid light Mr.
Truelock, the innkeeper, was observing from the steps the
progress of a chaise, with four horses and two postilions, which
was driving at a furious pace down the gentle declivity about a
quarter of a mile away, from the Dover direction towards the
"Royal Oak" and London.

" It's a runaway. Them horses has took head. What do
you think, Thomas ? " he asked of the old waiter who stood
beside him.

" No. See, the post-boys is whipping the hosses. No, Sir,
it's a gallop, but no runaway."

" There's luggage a' top ? " said the innkeeper.

The Man "without a Name. 45

"Yes, Sir, there's something," answered Tom.

" I don't see nothing a-followin' them," said Mr. Truelock,
shading his eyes with his hand as he gazed.

" No — there is nothing," said Tom.

" They're in fear o' summat, or they'd never go at that lick,"
observed Mr. Truelock, who was inwardly conjecturing the like-
lihood of their pulling up at his door.

" Lawk ! there was a jerk. They was nigh over at the finger^
post turn," said Tom, with a grin.

And now the vehicle and the reeking horses were near. Th J
post-boys held up their whips by way of signal to the " Royal
Oak" people on the steps, and pulled up the horses with all
their force before the door. Trembling, snorting, rolling up
wreaths of steam, the exhausted horses stood.

" See to the gentleman, will ye ? " cried one of the postilions.

Mr. Truelock, with the old-fashioned politeness of the English
innkeeper, had run down in person to the carriage door, which
Tom had opened. Master and man were a little shocked to
behold inside an old gentleman, with a very brown, or rather a
very bilious visage, thin, and with a high nose, who looked, as
he lay stiffly back in the corner of the carriage, enveloped in
shawls, with a velvet cap on, as if he were either dead or in a
fit. His eyes were half open, and nothing but the white balls
partly visible. There was a little froth at his lips. His mouth
and delicately-formed hands were clenched, and all the furrows
and lines of a selfish face fixed, as it seemed, in the lock of
death. John Truelock said not a word, but peered at this
visitor with a horrible curiosity.

" If he's dead," whispered Tom in his ear, " we don't take in
no dead men here. Ye'll have the coroner and his jury in the
house, and the place knocked up-side down ; and if ye make
five pounds one way ye'Il lose ten the tother."

" Ye'll have to take him on, I'm thinkin'," said Mr. Truelock,
rousing himself, stepping back a little, and addressing the post-
boys sturdily. "You've no business bringin' a deceased party
to my house. You must go somewhere else, if so be he is
deceased."

" He's not gone dead so quick as that," said the postilion,
dismounting from the near leader, and throwing the bridle to a
boy who stood by, as he strutted round bandily to have a peep
into the chaise. The postilion on the "wheeler" had turned'
himself about in the saddle in order to have a peep through the
front window of the carriage. The innkeeper returned to the
door.

If the old London and Dover road had been what it once
•was, there would have been a crowd about the carriage by this
time. Except, however, two or three servants of the " Royal

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Oak," who had come out to see, no one had yet joined the little
group but the boy who was detained, bridle in hand, at the
horse's head.
' " He'll not be dead yet," repeated the postilion dogmatically.

"What happened him?" asked Mr. Truelock.

" I don't know," answered the post-boy.

" Then how can you say whether he be dead or no ? '' de-
manded the innkeeper.

" Fetch me a pint of half-and-half," said the dismounted post-
boy, aside, to one of the " Royal Oak " people at his elbow.

"We was just at this side of High Hixton," said his brother
in the saddle, " when he knocked at the window with his stick,
and I got a cove to hold the bridle, and I came round to the
window to him. He had scarce any voice in him, and looked
awful bad, and he said he thought he was a-dying. 'And how
far on is the next inn?' he asked ; and I told him the 'Royal
Oak' was two miles ; and he said, 'Drive like lightning, and
I'll give you half a guinea a-piece' — I hope he's not gone
dead — ' if you get there in time.' "

By this time their heads were in the carriage again.

" Do you notice a sort of a little jerk in his foot, just the least
thing in the world?" inquired the landlord, who had sent for
the doctor. '' It will be a fit, after all. If he's living, we'll fetch
him into the 'ouse."

The doctor's house was just round the corner of the road,
whe.e the clump of elms stands, little more than a hundred
yards from the sign of the " Royal Oak/'

' Who is he ?" inquired Mr. Truelock.

' I don't know," answered the postilion.

'What's his name?"

' Don't know that, neither."

'Why, it'll be on that box, won't it?" urged the innkeeper,
pointing to the roof, where a portmanteau with a glazed cover
was secured.

" Nothing on that but ' R. A.,'" answered the man, who had
examined it half an hour before, with the same object.

' Royal Artillery, eh?"

While they were thus conjecturing, the doctor arrived. He
stepped into the chaise, felt the old man's hand, tried his pulse,
and finally applied the stethoscope.

' " It is a nervous seizure. He is in a very exhausted state,"
said the doctor, stepping out again, and addressing Truelock.
"You must get him into bed, and don't let his head down ; take
off his handkerchief, and open his shirt-collar — do you mind ?
I had best arrange him myself."

So the forlorn old man, without a servant, without a name, is
carried from the chaise, possibly to die in an inn.

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The Rev. Peter Sprott, the rector, passing that way a few
minutes later, and hearing v/hat had befallen, went up to the
bed-room, where the old gentleman lay in a four-poster, still
unconscious.

" Here's a case," said the doctor to his clerical friend. " A
nervous attack. He'd be all right in no time, but he's so low.
I daresay he crossed the herring-pond to-day, and was ill ; he's
in such an exhausted state. I should not wonder if he sank ;
and here we are, without a clue to his name or people. No
servant, no name on his trunk ; and, certainly, it would be
awkward if he died unrecognised, and without a word to apprise
his relations."

" Is there no letter in his pockets ?"

" Not one," Truelock says.

The rector happened to take up the great-coat of the old
gentleman, in which he found a small breast pocket, that had
been undiscovered till now, and in this a letter. The envelope
was gone, but the letter, in a lady's hand began : " My dearest
papa." ,

" We are all right, by Jove, we're in luck ! "

" How does she sign herself?" said the doctor.

"'Alice Arden,' and she dates from 8, Chester Terrace,"
answered the clergyman.

" We'll telegraph forthwith," said the doctor. " It had best be"
in your name — the clergyman, you know — to a young lady."

So together they composed the telegram.

" Shall it be /"// simply, or dangerously ill ? " inquired the
clergyman.

" Dangerously," said the doctor.

" But dangerously may terrify her."

" And if we say only /'//, she mayn't come at all,'' said the
doctor.

So the telegram was placed in Truelock's hands, who went
himself with it to the office ; and we shall iollow it to its des-
tination.

CHAPTER X.

THE ROYAL OAK.

j'HREE people were sitting in Lady May Penrose's
drawing-room, in Chester Terrace, the windows of
which, as all her ladyship's friends are aware,
jJ^tyUI command one of the parks. They were looking west-
ward, where the sky was all a-glow with the fantastic gold and
crimson of sunset. It is quite a mistake to fancy that sunset,
even in the heart of London — which this hardly could be termed
— has no rural melancholy and poetic fascination in it. Should
that hour by any accident overtake you, in the very centre of
the city, looking, say, from an upper window, or any other
elevation toward the western sky beyond stacks of chimneys,
'«-oofs, and steeples, even through the smoke of London, you will
feel the melancholy and poetry of sunset, in spite of your sur-
roundings.

A little silence had stolen over the party ; and young Vivian
Darnley, who stole a glance now and then at beautiful Alice Arden,
whose large, dark, grey eyes were gazing listlessly towards the
splendid mists, that were piled in the west, broke the silence by
a remark that, without being very wise, or very new, was yet, he
hoped, quite in accord with the looks of the girl, who seemed
for a moment saddened.

" I wonder why it is that sunset, which is so beautiful, makes
u"» all sad ! "

" It never made me sad," said good Lady May Penrose,
comfortably. " There is, I think, something very pleasant in a
good sunset ; there must be, for all the little birds begin to sing
in it — it must be cheerful. Don't you think so, Alice ? "

Alice was, perhaps, thinking of something quite different, for
rather listlessly, and without a change of features, she said, " Oh,
yes, very."

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14 So, Mr. Darnley, you may sing, ' Oh, leave me to my sorrow !'
for we won't mope with you about the sky. It i is a very odd
taste, that for being dolorous and miserable. I don't understand
it — I never could."

Thus rebuked by Lady Penrose, and deserted by Alice,
Darnley laughed and said —

" Well, I do seem rather to have put my foot in it — but I did not
mean miserable, you know ; I meant only that kind of thing that
one feels when reading a bit of really good poetry — and most
people do not think it a rather pleasant feeling."

" Don't mind that moping creature, Alice ; let us talk about
something we can all understand. I heard a bit of news to-day
— perhaps, Mr. Darnley, you can throw a light upon it. You are
a distant relation, I think, of Mr. David Arden."

" Some very remote cousinship, of which I am very proud,"
answered the young man gaily, with a glance at Alice.

"And what is that— what about uncle David?" inquired the
young lady, with animation.

" I heard it from my banker to-day. Your uncle, you know,
dear, despises us and our doings, and lives, I understand, very
quietly ; I mean, he has chosen to live quite out of the world, so
we have no chance of hearing anything! except by accident,
from people we are likely to know. Do you see much of your
uncle, my dear ? "

" Not a great deal ; but I am very fond of him — he is such a
good man, or at least, what is better," she laughed, " he has
always been so very kind to me."

" You know him, Mr Darnley ?" inquired Lady May.

" By Jove, I do ! "

"And like him?"

" No one on earth has better reason to like him," answered
the young man warmly — "he has been my best friend on
earth."

" It is pleasant to know two people who are not ashamed to
be grateful," said fat Lady May, with a smile.

The young lady returned her smile very kindly. I don't think
you ever beheld a prettier creature than Alice Arden. Vivian
Darnley had wasted many a secret hour in sketching that oval
face. Those large, soft, grey eyes, and long dark lashes, how
difficult they are to express ! And the brilliant lips ! Could art
itself paint anything quite like her? Who could paint those
beautiful dimples that made her smiles so soft, or express the
little circlet of pearly teeth whose tips were just disclosed '(
Stealthily he was now, for the thousandth time, studying that
bewitching smile again.

" And what is the story about Uncle David ? " asked Alice
again.

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" Well, what will you say — and you, Mr. Darnley, if it should
be a story about a young lady ?"

" Do you mean that Uncle David is going to marry? I think
it would be an awful pity ! " exclaimed Alice.

" Well, dear, to put you out of pain, I'll tell you at once ; I
only know this — that he is going to provide for her somehow,
but whether by adopting her as a child, or taking her for a wife, I

Pm't tell. Only I never saw any one looking archer than Mr.
rounker did to-day when he told me ; and I fancied from that
it could not be so dull a business as merely making her his
daughter."

" And who is the young lady ?" asked Alice.

" Did you ever happen to meet anywhere a Miss Grace
Maubray ? "

" Oh, yes," answered Alice quickly. " She was staying, and
her father, Colonel Maubray, at the Wymerings' last autumn.
She's quite lovely, I think, and very clever — but I don't know —
—I think she's a little ill-natured, but very amusing. She seems
tp have a talent for cutting people up — and a little of that kind
qf thing, you know, is very well, but one does not care for it
Always. And is she really the young lady ? "

" Yes, and Dear me ! Mr. Darnley, I'm afraid my

$tory has alarmed you."

"Why should it?" laughed Vivian Darnley, partly to cover
perhaps, a little confusion.

" I can't tell, I'm sure, but you blushed as much as a man
can ; and you know you did. I wonder, Alice, what this under-
plot can be, where all is so romantic. Perhaps, after all, Mr.
David Arden is to adopt the young lady, and some one else, to
whom he is also kind, is to marry her. Don't you think that
would be a very natural arrangement ? "

Alice laughed, and Darnley laughed ; but he was em-
barrassed.

"And Colonel Maubray, is he still living ?" asked Alice.

" Oh, no, dear ; he died ten or eleven months ago. A very
foolish man, you know ; he wasted a very good property. He
was some distant relation, also ; Mr. Brounker said your uncle,
Mr. David Arden, was very much attached to him — they were
schoolfellows, and great friends all their lives."

" I should not wonder," said Alice smiling — and then became
silent.

" Do you know the young lady, this fortunate Miss Maubray?*
said Lady May, turning to Vivian Darnley again.

" I ? Yes — that is, I can't say more than a mere acquaintance
• — and not an old one. I made her acquaintance at Mr. Arden's
house. He is her guardian. I don't know about any other
arrangements. I daresay there may be."

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" Well, I know her a little, also," said Lady May. " I thought
her pretty — and she sings a little, and she's clever."

" ijhe's all that," said Alice. " Oh, here comes Dick ! What
do you say, Richard — is not Miss Maubray very pretty ? We
are making a plot to marry her to Vivian Darnley, and get
Uncle David to contribute her dot."

" What benevolent people ! You don't object, I dare say,
Vivian."

" I have not been consulted," said he ; " and, of course, Uncle
David need not be consulted, as he has simply to transfer the
proper quantity of stock."

Richard Arden had drawn near Lady May, and said a few
words in a low tone, which seemed not unwelcome to her.

" I saw Longcluse this morning. He has not been here, has
he ? " he added, as a little silence threatened the conversation.

" No, he has not turned up. And what a charming person he
is ! " exclaimed Lady May.

" I quite agree with you, Lady May," said Arden. " He is,
take him on every subject, I think, about the cleverest fellow I
ever met — art, literature, games, chess, which I take to be a
subject by itself. He is very great at chess — for an amateur, I
mean — and when I was chess-mad, nearly a year ago and begin-
ning to grow conceited, he opened my eyes, I can tell you ; and
Airly says he is the best musical critic in England, and can tell
you at any hour who is who in the opera, all over Europe ; and
he really understands, what so few of us here know anything
about, foreign politics, and all the people and their stories and
scandals he has at his fingers' ends. And he is such good
company, when he chooses, and such a gentleman always ! "

" He is very agreeable and amusing when he takes the trouble ;
I always like to listen when Mr. Longcluse talks," said Alice
Arden, to the secret satisfaction of her brother, whose enthu-
siasm was, I think, directed a good deal to her — and to, per-
haps, the vexation of other people, whom she did not care at that
moment to please.

" An Admirable Crichton ! " murmured Vivian Darnley, with
a rather hackneyed sneer. " Do you like his style of — beauty, I
suppose I should call it ? It has the merit of being very un-
common, at least, don't you think ? "

" Beauty, I think, matters very little. He has no beauty, but
his lace has what, in a man, I think a great deal better — I mean
refinement, and cleverness, and a kind of satire that rather
interests one," said Miss Arden, with animation.

Sir Walter Scott, in his " Rob Roy" — thinking, no doubt, of
the Diana Vernon of his early days, the then beautiful lady, long
afterwards celebrated by Basil Hall as the old Countess Purg-
storf (if I rightly remember the title), and recurring to somd

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cherished incident, and the thrill of a pride that had ceased to
agitate, but was at once pleasant and melancholy to remember
— wrote these words : " She proceeded to read the first stanza,
which was nearly to the following purpose. [Then follow the
verses.] ' There is a great deal of it,' said she, glancing alon?
the paper, and interrupting the sweetest sounds that mortal ears
can drink in — those of a youthful poet's verses, namelv, read by
the lips which are dearest to them." So writes Walter Scott.
On the other hand, in certain states, is there a pain intenser
than that of listening to the praises of another man from the
lips we love ?

"Well," said Darnley, "as you say so, I suppose there is aH
that, though I can't see it. Of course, if he tries to make him-
self agreeable (which he never does to me), it makes a difference,
it affects everything — it affects even his looks. But I should
not have thought him good-looking. On the contrary, he
appears to me about as ugly a fellow as one could see in a day."

" He's not that," said Alice. " No one could be ugly with so
much animation and so much expression."

"You take up the cudgels very prettily, my dear, for Mr.
Longcluse," said Lady May. " I'm sure he ought to be ex-
tremely obliged to you."

"So he would be," said Richard Arden. "It would upset
him for a week, I have no doubt."

There are few things harder to interpret than a blush. At
the^e words the beautiful face of Alice Arden flushed, first with
a faint, and then, as will happen, with a brighter crimson. If
Lady Mny had seen it, she would have laughed, probably, and
told her how much it became her. But she was, at that moment,
going to her chair in the window, and Richard Arden would, of
course, accompany her. He did see it, as distinctly as he saw
the glow in the sky over the park trees. But, knowing what a
slight matter will sometimes make a recoil, and even found an
antipathy, he wisely chose to see it not — and chatting gaily,
followed Lady May to the window.

But Vivian Darnley, though he said nothing, saw that blush,
of which Alice, with a sort of haughty defiance, was conscious.
It did not make him like or admire Mr. Longcluse more.

"Well, I suppose he is very charming — I don't know him well
enough myself to give an opinion. But he makes his acquain-
tances rather oddly, doesn't he ? I don't think any one will
dispute that."

" I don't know really. Lady May introduced him to me, and
she seems to like him very much. So far as I can see, people
are very well pleased at knowing him, and don't trouble their
heads as to how it came about," said Miss Arden.

" No. of course ; but people not fortunate enough to come

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within the influence of his fascination, can't help observing.
How did he come to know your brother, for instance ? Did
any one introduce him ? Nothing of the kind. Richard's horse
was hurt or lame at one of the hunts in Warwickshire, and he
lent him a horse, and introduced himself, and they dined
together that evening on the way back, and so the thing was
done."

" Can there be a better introduction than a kindness ? " asked
Alice.

" Yes, where it is a kindness, I agree ; but no one has a
right to push his services upon a stranger who does not ask for
them."

" I really can't see. Richard need not have taken his horse
if he had not liked," she answered.

" And Lady May, who thinks him such a paragon, knows no
more about him than any one else. She had her footman
behind her — didn't she tell you all about it ?"

" I really don't recollect ; but does it very much matter ?"

*' I think it does — that is, it has been a sort of system. He
just gave her his arm over a crossing, where she had taken
fright, and then pretended to think her great deal more frightened
than she really can have been, and made her sit down to recover
in a confectioner's shop, and so saw her home, and that affair
was concluded. I don't say, of course, that he is never intro-
duced in the regular way ; but a year or two ago, when he was
beginning, he always made his approaches by means of that
kind of stratagem ; and the fact is, no one knows anything on
earth about him ; he has emerged, like a figure in a phantas-
magoria, from total darkness, and may lose himself in darkness
again at any moment."

•'1 am interested in that man, whoever he is; his entrance,
and his probable exit, so nearly resemble mine," said a clear,
deep-toned voice close to them ; and looking up, Miss Arden
saw the pale face and peculiar smile of Mr. Longcluse in the
fading twilight.

Mr. Longcluse was greeted by Lady May and by Richard
Arden, and then again he drew near Alice, and said, "Do you
recollect, Miss Arden, about ten days ago I told you a story that
seemed to interest you — the story of a young and eloquent friar,
who died of love in his cell in an abbey in the Tyrol, and whose
ghost used to be seen pensively leaning on the pulpit from which
he used to preach, too much thinking of the one beautiful face
among his audience, which had enthralled him. I had left the
enamel portrait I told you of at an artist's in Paris, and I wrote
for it, thinking you might wish to see it — hoping you might care
to see it," he added, in a lower tone, observing that Vivian
Darnley, who was not in a happy temper, had, with a suddea

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impulse of disdain, removed himself to another window, there to
contemplate the muster of the stars in the darkening sky, at his
leisure.

"That was so kind of you, Mr. Longcluse ! You have had a
great deal of trouble. It is such an interesting story!" said
Alice.

In his reception, Mr. Longcluse found something that pleased,
almost elated him. Had Richard Arden been speaking to her
on the subject of their morning's conversation ? He thought
not, Lady May had mentioned that he had not been with them
till just twenty minutes ago, and Arden had told him that he had
dined with his uncle David and Mr. Blount, upon the same
business on which he had been occupied with both nearly all
day. No, he could not have spoken to her. The slight change
which made him so tumultuously proud and happy, was entirely
spontaneous.

" So it seemed to me — an eccentric and interesting story — but
pray do not wound me by speaking of trouble. I only wish you
knew half the pleasure it has been to me to get it to show you.
May I hold the lamp near for a moment while you look at it ?"
he said, indicating a tiny lamp which stood on a pier-table,
showing a solitary gleam, like a lighthouse, through the gloom ;
" you could not possibly see it in this faint twilight."

The lady assented. Had Mr. Longcluse ever felt happier ?

CHAPTER XI.

THE TELEGRAM ARRIVES.

|R. LONGCLUSE placed the little oval enamel, set in
gold, in Miss Arden's fingers, and held the lamp be-
side her while she looked.

" How beautiful ! — how very interesting !" she ex-
claimed. " What suffering in those thin, handsome features !
What a strange enthusiasm in those large hazel eyes ! I could
fancy that monk the maddest of lovers, the most chivalric of
saints. And did he really suffer that incredible fate ? Did he
really die of love ?"

" So they say. But why incredible ? I can quite imagine that
wild shipwreck, seeing what a raging sea love is, and how frail
even the strongest life."

" Well, I can't say, I am sure. But your own novelists laugh
at the idea of any but women — whose business it is, of course,
to pay that tribute to their superiors — dying of love. But if any
man could die such a death, he must be such as this picture
represents. What a wild, agonised picture of passion and asceti-
cism ! What suicidal devotion and melancholy rapture ! I con-
fess I could almost fall in love with that picture myself."

" And I think, were I he, I could altogether die to earn one
such sentence, so spoken," said Mr. Longcluse.

"Could you lend it to me for a very few days ?" asked the
young lady.

"As many — as long as you please. I am only too happy."

" I should so like to make a large drawing of this in chalks ! ''
said Alice, still gazing on the miniature.

" You draw so beautifully in chalks ! Your style is not often
found here — your colouring is so fine."

"Do you really think so ?"

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" You must know it, Miss Arden. You are too good an artist
rot to suspect what everyone else must see, the real excellence
of your drawings. Your colouring is better understood in
France. Your master, I fancy, was a Frenchman?" said Mr.
Longcluse.

" Yes, he was, and we got on very well together. Some of
his young lady pupils were very much afraid of him."

"Your poetry is fired by that picture, Miss Arden. Your
copy will be a finer thing than the original," said he.

" I shall aim only at making it a faithful copy ; and if I can
accomplish anything like that, I shall be only too glad."

" I hope you will allow me to see it?" pleaded Longcluse.

" Oh, certainly," she laughed. " Only I'm a little afraid of
you, Mr. Longcluse."

" What can you mean, Miss Arden ? "

" I mean, you are so good a critic in art, every one says, that
I really am afraid of you," answered the young lady, laughing.

" I should be very glad to forfeit any little knowledge I have,
if it were attended with such a misfortune," said Longcluse.
" But I don't flatter ; I tell you truly, a critic has only to admire,
when he looks at your drawings ; they are quite above the level
of an amateur's work."

"Well, whether you mean it or not, I am very much flattered,"
she laughed. " And though wise people say that flattery spoils
one, I can't help thinking it very agreeable to be flattered."

At this point of the dialogue Mr. Vivian Darnley — whi
wished that it should be plain to all, and to one in particular,
that he did not care the least what was going on in other parts
of the room — began to stumble through the treble of a tune at
the piano with his right hand. And whatever other people may
have thought of his performance, to Miss Alice Arden it seemed
very good music indeed, and inspired her with fresh animation.
Such as it was, Mr. Darnley's solo also turned the course of Miss
Arden's thoughts from drawing to another art, and she said —

" You, Mr. Longcluse, who know everything about the opera,
can you tell me — of course you can — anything about the great
basso who is coming ? "

" Stentoroni ? "

"Yes ; the newspapers and critics promise wonders."

" It is nearly two years since I heard him. He was very
great, and deserves all they say in ' Robert le Diable.' But
there his greatness began and ended. The voice, of course,
you had, but everything else was defective. It is plain, how-
ever, that the man who could make so fine a study of one opera,
could with equal labour make as great a success in others. He
has not sung in any opera for more than a year and a half, am
has been working diligently ; and so everyone is in the darl

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very much, and I am curious to hear the result— and nobody
knows more than I have told you. You are sure of a good
' Robert le Diable,' but all the rest is speculation."

' And now, Mr. Longcluse, I shall try your good-nature."

'How?"

' I am going to make Lady May ask you to sing a song."

« Pray don't."

« Why not ? "

' I should so much rather you asked me yourself."

' That's very good of you ; then I certainly shall. I do ask
you."

" And I instantly obey. And what shall the song be ? " asked
he, approaching the piano, to which she also walked.

" Oh, that ghostly one that I liked so much when you sang it
here about a week ago," she answered.

" I know it — yes, with pleasure." And he sat down at the
piano, and in a clear, rich baritone, sang the following odd
song :—

" The autumn leaf was falling
At midnight from the tree,
When at her casement calling,

' I'm here, my love,' says he.
' Come down and mount behind me,

And rest your little head,
And in your white arms wind me,
Before that I be dead.

"' * You've stolen my heart by magic,

I've kissed your lips in dreams :
Our wooing wild and tragic

Has been in ghostly scenes.
The wondrous love I bear you

Has made one life of twain,
And it will bless or scare you,

In deathless peace or pain.

" ' Our dreamland shall be glowing,

If you my bride will be ;
To darkness both are going,

Unless you come with me.
Come now, and mount behind me,

And rest your little head,
And in your white arms wind me,

Before that I be dead.' "

" Why, dear Alice, will you choose that dismal song, when
you know that Mr. Longcluse has so many others that are not
only charming, but cheery 3-nd natural ? "

heckmate.

" It is because it is ««natural that I like that song so much ;
the air is so ominous and spectral, and yet so passionate. I
think the idea is Icelandic — those ghostly lovers that came in
the dark to win their beloved maidens, who as yet knew nothing
of their having died, to ride with them over the snowy fields and
frozen rivers, to join their friends at a merry-making which they
were never to see ; but there is something more mysterious even
in this lover, for his passion has unearthly beginnings that lose
themselves in utter darkness. Thank you very much, Mr.
Longcluse. It is so very kind of you ! And now, Lady May,
isn't it your turn to choose? May she choose, Mr. Long-
cluse?"

" Any one, if you desire it, may choose anything I possess,
and have it," said he, in a low impassioned murmur.

How the young lady would have taken this, I know not, but
all were suddenly interrupted. For at this moment a servant
entered with a note, which he presented, upon a salver, to Mr.
Longcluse.

" Your servant is waiting, Sir, please, for orders in the awl,"
murmured the man.

" Oh, yes — thanks,* said Mr. Longcluse, who saw a shabby
letter, with the words " Private " and " Immediate " written in
a round, vulgar hand over the address.

" Pray read your note, Mr. Longcluse, and don't mind us,'
said Lady May.

" Thank you very much. I think I know what this is. I gave
some evidence to-day at an inquest," began Mr. Longcluse.

" That wretched Frenchman," interposed Lady May,
" Monsieur Lebrun or "

" Lebas," said Vivian Darnley.

" Yes, so it was, Lebas ; what a frightful thing that was ! "
continued Lady May, who was always well up in the day':
horrors.

" Very melancholy, and very alarming also. It is a selfis'
way of looking at it, but one can't help thinking it might just as
well have happened to any one else who was there. It brings it
home to one a little uncomfortably," said Mr. Longcluse, with
an uneasy smile and a shrug.

" And you actually gave evidence, Mr. Longcluse ? " sai
Lady May.

" Yes, a little," he answered. " It may lead to something,
hope so. As yet it only indicates a line of inquiry. It will
in the papers, I suppose, in the morning. There will be,
daresay, a pretty full report of that inquest."

" Then you saw something occur that excited your suspicions?
said Lady May.

Mr. Longcluse recounted all he had to tell, and mentione

;

IS

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having made inquiries as to the present abode of the man, Paul
Davies, at the police office.

" And this note, I daresay, is the one they promised to send
me, telling the result of their inquiries," he added.

" Pray open it and see," said Lady May.

He did so. He read it in silence. From his foot to the
crown of his head there crept a cold influence as he read.
Stream after stream, this aura of fear spread upwards to his
brain. Pale Mr. Longcluse shrugged and smiled, and smiled
and shrugged, as his dark eye ran down the lines, and with a
careless ringer he turned the page over. He smiled, as prize-
fighters smile for the spectators, while every nerve quivered with
pain. He looked up, smiling still, and thrust the note into his
breast-pocket.

" Well, Mr. Longcluse, a long note it seems to have been,"
said Lady May, curiously.

" Not very long, but what is as bad, very illegible," said Mr.
Longcluse gaily.

"And what about the man — the person the police were to
have inquired after ? " she persisted.

" I find it is no police information, nothing of the kind,"
answered Longcluse with the same smile. " It comes by no
means from one of that long-headed race of men ; on the
contrary, poor fellow, I believe he is literally a little mad. I
make him a trifling present every Christmas, and that is a very
good excuse for his plaguing me all the year round. I was in
hopes this letter might turn out an amusing one, but it is not ;
it is a failure. It is rather sensible, and disgusting."

"Well, then, I must have my song, Mr. Longcluse," said
Lady May, who, under cover of music, sometimes talked a little,
in gentle murmurs, to that person with whom talk was
particularly interesting.

But that song was not to be heard in Lady May's drawing-
room that night, for a kindred interruption, though much more
serious in its effects upon Mr. Longcluse's companions, occurred.
A footman entered, and presented on a salver a large brown
envelope to Miss Alice Arden.

"Oh, dear ! It is a telegram," exclaimed Miss Arden, who
had taken it to the window. Lady May Penrose was beside
her by this time. Alice looked on the point of fainting.

" I'm afraid papa is very ill," she whispered, handing the
paper, which trembled very much in her hand, to Lady May.

" H'm ! Yes — but you may be sure it's exaggerated. Bring
some sherry and water, please. You look a little frightened,
my dear. Sit down, darling. There now ! These messages
are always written in a panic. What do you mean to do ?''

" I'll go, of course," said A!'^0-

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" Well, yes— I think you must go. What is the place ? Twv-
ford, the ' Royal Oak ?' Look out Twyford, please Mr. Darnley
— there's a book there. It must be a post-town. It was
thoughtful saying it is on the Dover coach road."

Vivian Darnley was gazing in deep concern at Alice.
Instantly he began turning over the book, and announced in a
few moments more — " It is a post-town — only thirty-six miles
from London," said Mr. Darnley.

"Thanks," said Lady May. "Oh, here's the wine— I'm so
glad ! You must have a little, dear ; and you'll take Louisa
Diaper with you, of course ; and you shall have one of my
carriages, and I'll send a servant with you, and hell arrange
everything ; and how soon do you wish to go ? "

"Immediately, instantly — thanks, darling. I'm so much
obliged!"

" Will your brother go with you ? "

"No, dear. Papa, you know, has not forgiven him, and it
is, I think, two years since they met. It would only agitate
him."

And with these words she hurried to her room, and in
another moment, with the aid of her maid, was completing
her hasty preparations.

In wonderfully little time the carriage was at the door.
Mr. Longcluse had taken his leave. So had Richard Arden,
with the one direction to the servant, " If anything should
go very wrong, be sure to telegraph for me. Here is my
address."

" Put this in your purse, dear," said Lady May. " Your
father is so thoughtless, he may not have brought money
enough with him; and you will find it is as I say — he'll be
a great deal better by the time you get there ; and God
bless you, my dear."

And she kissed her as heartily as she dared, without com-
municating the rouge and white powder which aided her
complexion.

As Alice ran down, Vivian Darnley awaited her outside the
drawing-room door, and ran down with her, and put her into
the carriage. He leaned for a moment on the window, and
said —

" I hope you didn't mind that nonsense Lady May was
talking just now about Miss Grace Maubray. I assure you
it is utter folly. I was awfully vexed ; but you didn't believe
it?"

" I didn't hear her say anything, at least seriously. Wasn't
she lau«hing ? I'm in such trouble about that message ! I
am so longing to be at my journey's end ! "

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away. And standing on the steps, and quite forgetting the
footman close behind him, he watched it as it drove rapidly
southward, until it was quite out of sight, and then with a
great sigh and " God for ever bless you ! " — uttered not above
his breath — he turned about, and saw those powdered and
liveried effigies', and walked up with his head rather high to
the drawing-room, where he found Lady May.

" I sha'n't go to the opera to-night ; it is out of- the
question," said she. " But you shall. You go to my box,
you know ; Jephson will put you in there."

It was plain that the good-natured soul was unhappy about
Alice, and, Richard Arden having departed, wished to be
alone. So Vivian took his leave, and went away — but not to
the opera — and sauntered for an hour, instead, in a melan-
choly romance up and down the terrace, till the moon rose
and silvered the trees in the park.

CHAPTER XII.

SIR REGINALD ARDEH.

|HE human mind being, in this respect, of the nature
of a kaleidoscope, that the slightest hitch, or jolt,
or tremor is enough to change the entire picture
that occupies it, it is not to be supposed that the
illness of her father, alarming as it was, could occupy Alice
Arden's thoughts to the exclusion of every other subject,
during every moment of her journey. One picture, a very
pretty one, frequently presented itself, and always her heart
felt a strange little pain as this pretty phantom appeared. It
was the portrait of a young girl, with fair golden hair, a
brilliant complexion, and large blue eyes, with something
riant, triumphant, and arch to the verge of mischief, in her
animated and handsome face.

The careless words of good Lady May, this evening, and the
very obvious confusion of Vivian Darnley at mention of the
name of Grace Maubray, troubled her. What was more likely
than that Uncle David, interested in both, should have seriously
projected the union which Lady May had gaily suggested ? If
she — Alice Arden — liked Vivian Darnley, it was not very much,
her pride insisted. In her childhood they had been thrown
together. He had seemed to like her ; but had he ever spoken ?
Why was he silent ? Was she fool enough to like him ? — that
cautious, selfish young man, who was thinking, she was quite
certain now, of a marriage of prudence or ambition with Grace
Maubray? It was a cold, cruel, sordid world !

But, after all, why should he have spoken ? or why should he
have hoped to be heard with favour ? She had been to him,
thank Heaven, just as any other pleasant, early friend. There
was nothing to regret — nothing fairly to blame. It was just
that a person whom she had come to regard as a property was

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about to go, and belong quite, to another. It was the foolish
little jealousy that everyone feels, and that means nothing. So
she told herself ; but constantly recurred the same pretty image,
and with it the same sudden little pain at her heart.

But now came the other care. As time and space shorten,
and the moment of decision draws near, the pain of suspense
increases. They were within six miles of Twyford. Her heart
was in a wild flutter — now throbbing madly, now it seemed
standing still. The carriage window was down. She was look-
ing out on the scenery — strange to her — all bright and serene
under a brilliant moon. What message awaited her at the inn
to which they were travelling at this swift pace ? How frightful
it might be !

" Oh, Louisa !" she every now and then imploringly cried to
her maid, " how do you think it will be ? Oh ! how will it be ?
Do you think he'll be better? Oh ! do you think he'll be better?
Tell me again about his other illness, and how he recovered ?
Don't you think he will this time ? Oh, Louisa, darling ! don't
you think so ? Tell me— tell me you do ! "

Thus, in her panic, the poor girl wildly called for help and
comfort, until at last the carriage turned a curve in the road at
which stood a shadowy clump of elms, and in another moment
the driver pulled up under the sign of the " Royal Oak."

" Oh, Louisa ! Here it is," cried the young lady, holding her
maid's wrist with a trembling grasp.

The inn-door was shut, but there was light in the hall, and
light in an upper room.

" Don't knock — only ring the bell. He may be asleep, God
grant ! " said the young lady.

The door was quickly opened, and a waiter ran down to
the carriage window, where he saw a pair of large wild eyes,
and a very pale face, and heard the question — " An old gentle-
men has been ill here, and a telegram was sent ; is he — how
is he?"

" He's better, Ma'am," said the man.

With a low, long " O — Oh ! " and clasped hands and upturned
eyes, she leaned back in the carriage, and a sudden flood of
tears relieved her. Yes ; he was a great deal better. The
attack was quite over ; but he had not spoken. He seemed
much exhausted ; and having swallowed some claret, which the
doctor prescribed, he had sunk into a sound and healthy sleep,
in which he still lay. A message by telegraph had been sent to
announce the good news, but Alice was some way on her
journey before it had reached.

Now the young lady got down, and entered the homely old
inn, followed by her maid. She could have dropped on her
knees in gratitude to her Maker \ but true religion, like true

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affec;ion,is shy of demonstrating its fervours where sympathy is
doubtful.

Gently, hardly breathing, guided by the " chambermaid," she
entered her father's room, and stood at his bedside. There he
lay, yellow, lean, the lines of his face in repose still forbidding
the thin lips and thin nose looking almost transparent, and
breathing deeply and regularly, as a child in his slumbers. In
that face Alice could not discover what any stranger would
have seen. She only saw the face of her lather. Selfish and
capricious as he was, and violent too — a wicked old man, if one
could see him justly — he was yet proud of her, and had many
schemes and projects afloat in his jaded old brain, of which her
beauty was the talisman, of which she suspected nothing, and
with which his head was never more busy than at the very
moment when he was surprised by the aura of his coming fit.

The doctor's conjecture was right. He had crossed the
Channel that morning. In his French coupe'e, he had for com-
panion the very man he had most wished and contrived to travel
homeward with. This was Lord Wynderbroke.

Lord Wynderbroke was fifty years old and upwards. He was
very much taken with Alice, whom he had met pretty often.
He was a man who was thought likely to marry His estate
was in the nattiest order. He had always been prudent, and
cultivated a character. He had, moreover, mortgages over Sir
Reginald Arden's estate, the interest of which the baronet was
beginning to find it next to impossible to pay. They had been
making a little gouty visit to Vichy, and Sir Reginald had taken
good care to make the journey homeward with Lord Wynder-
broke, who knew that when he pleased he could be an amusing
companion, and who also felt that kind of interest in him which
everyone experiences in the kindred of the young lady of whom
he is enamoured.

The baronet, who tore up or burnt his letters for the most
part, had kept this particular one by which his daughter had
been traced and summoned to the "Royal Oak." It was, he
thought, clever. It was amusing, and had some London
gossip. He had read bits of it to Lord Wynderbroke in ihe
coupe"e. Lord Wynderbroke was delighted. When they parted,
he had asked leave to pay him a visit at Monlake.

" Only too happy, if you are not afraid of the old house
fallirg in upon us. Everything there, you know, is very much
as my grandfather left it. I only use it as a caravanseiai, and
alight there for a little, on a journey. Everything there is
tumbling to pieces. But you won't mind — no more than I do.*

So the little visit was settled. The passage was rough.
Peer and baronet were ill. They did not care to reunite their
fortunes after they touched English ground. As t^<j baronet

Sir Reginald Arden. 65

drew near London, for certain reasons he grew timid. He got
out with a portmanteau and dressing-case, and an umbrella, at
Drowark station, sent his servant on with the rest of the
luggage by rail, and himself took a chaise ; and, after one
change of horses, had reached the "Royal Oak" in the state
in which we first saw him.

The doctor had told the people at that inn that he would
look in, in the course of the night, some time after one o'clock,
being a little uneasy about a possible return of the old man's
malady. There v/as that in the aristocratic looks and belong-
ings of his patient, and in the very fashionable address to
which the message to his daughter was transmitted, which
induced in the mind of the learned man a suspicion that a
" swell " might have accidentally fallen into his hands. •

By this time, thanks to the diligence of Louisa Diaper,
every one in the house had been made acquainted with the
fact that the sick man was no other than Sir Reginald Arden,
Bart, and with many other circumstances of splendour, which
would not, perhaps, have so well stood the test of inquiry.
The doctor and his crony, the rector — simplest of parsons—
who had agreed to accompany him in this nocturnal call,
being a curious man, as gentlemen inhabiting quiet villages
will be — these two gentlemen now heard all this lore in the
hall at a quarter past one, and entered the patient's chamber
(where they found Miss Arden and her maid) accordingly. In
whispers, the doctor made to Miss Arden a most satisfactory
report. He made his cautious inspection of the patient, and
again had nothing but what was cheery to say.

If the rector had not prided himself upon his manners, and
had been content with one bow on withdrawing from the lady's
presence, they would not that night have heard the patient's
voice — and perhaps, all things considered, so much the
better.

" I trust, Madam, in the morning Sir Reginald may be quite
himself again. It is pleasant, Madam, to witness slumber so
quiet," murmured the clergyman kindly, and in perfect good
faith. " It is the slumber of a tranquil mind— a spirit at peace
with itself."

Smiling kindly in making the last stiff bow which accom-
panied these happy words, the good man tilted over a little
table behind him, on which stood a decanter of claret, a water
caraffe, and two glasses, all of which came to the ground with
a crash that wakened the baronet. He sat up straight in his
bed and stared round, while the clergyman, in consternation,
exclaimed—" Good gracious ! "

" Hollo ! what is it ? " cried the fierce, thin voice of the
baronet. "What the devil's all this? Where's Crozier?

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Where's my servant? Will you, will you, some of you, tsay
where the devil I am?" He was screaming all this, and
groping and clutching at either side of the bed's head for a
bell-rope, intending to rouse the house. " Where's Crozier, I
say? Where the devil's my servant? eh? He's gone by rail,
ain't he ? No one came with me. And where's this ? What is
it ? Are you all tongue-tied? — haven't you a word among you ?"

The clergyman had lifted his hands in terror at the harangue
of the old man of the "tranquil mind." Alice had taken his
thin hand, standing beside him, and was speaking softly in his
car. But his prominent brown eyes were fiercely scanning the
strangers, and the hand which clutched hers was trembling1
with eager fury. *' Will some of you say what you mean, or
•what you are doing, or where I am?" and he screeched
another sentence or two, that made the old clergyman very un-
comfortable.

"You arrived here, Sir Reginald, about six hours ago —
extremely ill, Sir," said the doctor, who had placed himself
close to his patient, and spoke with official authority ; M but
we have got you all right again, we hope ; and this is the
' Royal Oak,' the principal hotel of Twyford, on the Do eer and
London road ; and my name is Proby."

"And what's all this?" cried the baronet, snatchirg up one
of the medicine-bottles from the little table by his bed, and
plucking out the cork and smelling at the fluid. "By \\eaven?"
he screamed, " this is the very thing. I could not te?l what

d d taste was in my mouth, and here it is. WLy, my

doctor tells me — and he knows his business—it is as mu^h as
my life's worth to give me anything like — like that, pah !
assafcetida ! If my stomach is upset with this filthy stuff, I
give myself up ! I'm gone. I shall sink, Sir. Was there no
one here, in the name of Heaven, with a grain of sense or a
particle of pity, to prevent that beast from literally poisoning
me ? Egad ! I'll make my son punish him ! I'll make my
family hang him if I die ! " There was a quaver of misery in
his shriek of fury, as if he was on the point of bursting into
tears. " Doctor, indeed ! who sent for him ? I didn't. Who
gave him leave to drug me ? Upon my soul, I've been
poisoned. To think of a creature in my state, dependent on
nourishment every hour, having his digestion destroyed !
Doctor, indeed ! Pay him ? Not I, begad," and he clenched
his sentence with an ugly expletive.

But all this concluding eloquence was lost upon the doctor,
who had mentioned, in a lofty " aside " to Mis-s Arden, that
" unless sent for he should not call again ;" and with a marked
politeness to her, and no recognition whatever of the baronet,
he had taken his departure.

Sir Reginald Arden. u-/

" I'm not the doctor, Sir Reginald ; I'm the clergyman," said
the Reverend Peter Sprott, gravely and timidly, for the
prominent brown eyes were threatening him.

" Oh, the clergyman ! Oh, I see. Will you be so good as
to ring the bell, please, and excuse a sick man giving you that
trouble. And is there a post-office near this ? "

" Yes, Sir — close by."

" This is you, Alice ? I'm glad you're here. You must
write a letter this moment — a note to your brother. Don't be
afraid — I'm better, a good deal — and tell the people, when they
come, to get me some strong soup this moment, and — good
evening, Sir, or good-night, or morning, or whatever it is," he
added, to the clergyman, who was taking his leave. " What
o'clock is it?" he asked Alice. "Well, you'll write to your
brother to meet me at Mortlake. I have not seen him, now,
for how many years? I forget. He's in town, is he? Very
good. And tell him it is perhaps the last time, and I expect
him. I suppose he'll come. Say at a quarter past nine in the
evening. The sooner it's over the better. I expect no good of
it ; it is only just to try. And I shall leave this early —
immediately after breakfast — as quickly as we can. I hate
it!"

CHAPTER XIII.

ON THE ROAD.

EXT morning the baronet was in-high good-humour.
He has written a little reminder to Lord Wynder-
broke. He will expect him at Mortlake the day he
named, to dinner. He remembers he promised to
stay the night. He can offer him, still, as good a game of
piquet as he is likely to find in his club ; and he almost feels
that he has no excuse but a selfish one, for exacting the per-
formance of a promise which gave him a great deal of pleasure.
His daughter, who takes care of her old father, will make their
tea and — voild, tout !

Sir Reginald was in particularly good spirits as he sent the
waiter to the post-office with this little note. He thinks within
himself that he never saw Alice in such good looks. His
selfish elation waxes quite affectionate, and Alice never re-
membered him so good-natured. She don't know what to
make of it exactly ; but it pleases her, and she looks all the
more brilliant.

And now these foreign birds, whom a chance storm has
thrown upon the hospitality of the " Royal Oak," are up and
away again. The old baronet and his pretty daughter, Louisa
Diaper sitting behind, in cloaks and rugs, and the footman ir
front, to watch the old man's signals, are whirling dustily along
with a team of four horses ; for Sir Reginald's arrangement
are never economical, and a pair would have brought ther
over these short stages and home very nearly as fast. Lad}
May's carriage pleases the old man, and helps his transitor
good-humour : it is so much more luxurious than the jolt
hired vehicle in which he had arrived.

Alice is permitted her thoughts to herself. The baronet he
taken his into companionship, and is leaning back in his

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corner, with his eyes closed ; and his pursed mouth, with its
wonderful involution of wrinkles round it, is working un-
consciously ; and his still dark eyebrows, now elevating, now
knitting themselves, indicate the same activity of brain.

With a silent look now and then at his face — for she need
not ask whether Sir Reginald wants anything, or would like
anything changed, for the baronet needs no inquiries of this
kind, and makes people speedily acquainted with his wants and
fancies — she occupies her place beside him, for the most part
looking out listlessly from the window, and thinks of many
things. The baronet opens his eyes at last, and says abruptly,

" Charming prospect ! Charming day ! You'll be glad to
hear, Alice, I'm not tired ; I'm making my journey wonderfully !
It is so pretty, and the sun so cheery. You are looking so well,
it is quite a pleasure to look at you — charming ! You'll come to
me at Mortlake for a few days, to take care of me, you know. I
shall go on to Buxton in a week or so, and you can return to
Lady May to-night, and come to Mortlake shortly ; and your
brother, graceless creature ! I suppose, will come to-night. I
expect nothing from his visit, absolutely. He has been nothing
to me but a curse all his life. I suppose, if there's justice any-
where, he'll have his deserts some day. But for the present I
put him aside — I sha'n't speak of him. He disturbs me."

They drove through London over Westminster Bridge, the
servant thinking that they were to go to Lady May Penrose's
in Chester Terrace. It was the first time that day, since he had
talked of his son, that a black shadow crossed Sir Reginald's
face. He shrunk back. He drew up his Chinese silk muffler
over his chin. He was fearful lest some prowling beak or eagle-
eyed Jew should see his face, for Sir Reginald was just then in
danger. Glancing askance under the peak of his travelling cap,
he saw Talkington, with Wynderbroke on his arm, walking to
their club. How free and fearless those happy mortals looked !
How the old man yearned for his chat and his glass of wine at

B 's, and his afternoon whist at W 's ! How he chafed

and blasphemed inwardly at the invisible obstacle that insur-
mountably interposed, and with what a fiery sting of malice he
connected the idea of his son with the fetters that bound him !

"You know that man ?" said Sir Reginald sharply, as he saw
Mr. Longclrpe raise his hat to her as they passed.

"Yes, I've met him pretty often at Lady May's."

" H'm ! I had not an idea that anyone knew him. He's a
tnan who might be of use to one."

Here followed a silence.

" 1 thought, papa, you wished to go direct to Mortlake, and I
don't think this is the way," suggested Alice.

" Eh ? heigho ! You're right, c" .id ; upon my life, I was not

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thinking," said Sir Reginald, at the same time signalling
vehemently to the servant, who, having brought the carriage to
a stand-still, came round to the window.

"We don't stop anywhere in town, we go straight to Mortlake
Hall. It is beyond Islington. Have you ever been there ?
Well, you can tell them how to reach it."

And Sir Reginald placed himself again in his corner. They
had not started early, and he had frequently interrupted their
journey on various whimsical pretexts. He remembered one
house, for instance, where there was a stock of the very best
port he had ever tasted, and then he stopped and went in, and
after a personal interview with the proprietor, had a bottle
opened, and took two glasses, and so paid at the rate of half a
guinea each for them. It had been an interrupted journey, late
begun, and the sun was near its setting by the time they had
got a mile beyond the outskirts of Islington, and were drawing
near the singular old house where their journey was to end.

Always with a melancholy presentiment, Alice approached
Mortlake Hall. But never had she felt it more painfully than now.
If there be in such misgivings a prophetic force, was it to be
justified by the coming events of Miss Arden's life, which were
awfully connected with that scene ?

They passed a quaint little village of tall stone houses, among
great old trees, with a rural and old-world air, and an ancient
inn, with the sign of " Guy of Warwick" — an inn of which we
shall see more by-and-by — faded, and like the rest of this
little town, standing under the shadow of old trees. They
entered the road, dark with double hedge-rows, a-nd with a moss-
grown park- wall on the right, in which, in a little time, they
reached a great iron gate with fluted pillars. They drove up a
broad avenue, flanked with files of gigantic trees, and showing
grand old timber also upon the park-like grounds beyond. The
dusky light of evening fell upon these objects, and the many
windows, the cornices, and the smokeless chimneys of a great
old house. You might have fancied yourself two hundred miles
away from London.

" You don't stay here to-night, Alice. I wish you to return to
Lady May, and give her the note I am going to write. You and
she come out to dine here on Friday. If she makes a difficulty,
I rely on you to persuade her. I must have someone to meet
Mr. Longcluse. I have reasons. Also, I shall ask my brother
David, and his ward Miss Maubray. I knew her father : he was
a fool, with his head full of romance, and he married a very pretty
woman who was a devil, without a shilling on earth. The girl is
an orphan, and David is her guardian, and he would like any
little attention we can show her. And we shall ask Vivian
Darnley also. And that will make a very suitable party."

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Sir Reginald wrote his note, talking at intervals.

*' You see, I want Lady May to come here again in a day or
two, to stay only for two or three days. She can go into town
and remain there all day, if she likes it. But Wynderhroke will
be coming, and I should not like him to find us quite deserted ;
and she said she'd come, and she may as well do it now as
another time. David lives so quietly, we are sure of him ; and I
commit May Penrose to you. You must persuade her to come.
It will be cruel to disappoint. Here is her note — I will send the
others myself. And now, God bless you, dear Alice ! "

" I am so uncomfortable at the idea of leaving you, papa."
Her hand was on his arm, and she was looking anxiously into
his face.

" So of course you should be ; only that I am so perfectly
recovered, that I must have a quiet evening with Richard ; and
I prefer your being in town to-night, and you and May Penrose
can come out to-morrow. Good-bye, child, God bless you ! "

CHAPTER XIV.

MR. LONGCLUSE'S BOOT FINDS A TEMPORARY ASYLUM.

|N the papers of that morning had appeared a volumi-
nous report of the proceedings of the coroner's inquest
which sat upon the body of the deceased Pierre Lebas.
I shall notice but one passage referring to the evidence
which, it seems, Mr. Longcluse volunteered. It was given in
these terms : —

"At this point of the proceedings, Mr. R. D. Longcluse, who
had arrived about half an hour before, expressed a wish to be
examined. Mr. Longcluse was accordingly hworn, and deposed
that he had known the deceased, Pierre Lebas, when he (Mr.
Longcluse) was little more than a boy, in Paris. Lebas at that
time let lodgings, which were neat and comfortable, in the Rue
Victoire. He was a respectable and obliging man. He had
some other occupation besides that of letting lodgings, but he
(Mr. Longcluse) could not say what it might be." Then followed
particulars with which we are already acquainted ; and the
report went onto say: "He seemed surprised when witness
told him that there might be in the i-oom persons of the worst
character ; and he then, in considerable alarm, pointed out to
him (witness) a man who was and had been following him from
place to place, he fancied with a purpose. Witness observed the
man and saw him watch deceased, turning his eyes repeatedly
upon him. The man had no companions, so far as he could see,
and affected to be looking in a different direction. It was side-
ways and stealthily that he was watching deceased, who had
incautiously taken out and counted some of his money in the
room. Deceased did not conceal from the witness his appre-
hensions from this man, and witness advised him again to place
his money in the hands of some friend who had a secure pocket,
and recommended, in case his friend should object to take so

Mr. LongclusJs Boot Finds a Temporary Asliim. 73

much money into his care — Lebas having said he had a large
sum about him — under the gaze of the public, that he should
make the transfer in the smoking-room, the situation of which he
described to him. Mr. Longcluse then proceeded to give an
exact description of the man who had been dogging the
decased ; the particulars were as follows : — "

Here I arrest my quotation, for I need not recapitulate the
details of the tall man's features, dress, and figure, which are
already familiar to the reader.

In a court off High Holborn there was, and perhaps is, a sort
of coffee-shop, in the small drawing-rooms ot which, thrown
into one room, are many small and homely tables, with penny
and halfpenny papers, and literature with startling woodcuts.
Here working mechanics and others snatch a very early break-
fast, and take their dinners, and such as can afford time
loiter their half-hour or so over this agreeable literature. One
penny morning paper visited that place of refection, for three
hours daily, and then flitted away to keep an appointment else-
where. It was this dull time in that peculiar establishment —
namely, about nine o'clock in the morning — and there was but
one listless guest in the room. It was the identical tall man
in question. His flat feet were planted on the bare floor, and he
leaned a shoulder against the window-case, with a plug of
tobacco in his jaw, as, at his leisure, he was getting through the
coroner's inquest on Pierre Lebas. He was smiling with half-
closed eyes and considerable enjoyment, up to the point where
Mr. Longcluse's evidence was suddenly directed upon him.
There was a twitching scowl, as if from a sudden pain ; but his
smile continued from habit, although his face grew paler. This
man, whose name was Paul Davies, winked hard with his left
eye, as he got on, and read fiercely with his right His face was
whiter now, and his smile less ea^y. It was a queerish situation,
he thought, and might lead to consequences.

There was a little bit of a looking-glass, picked up at some
rubbishy auction, as old as the hills, with some tarnished gilding
about it, in the narrow bit of wall between the windows. Paul
Davies could look at nothing quite straight. He looked now at
himself in this glass, but it was from the corners of his eyes,
askance, and with his sly, sleepy depression of the eye-lids, as if
he had not overmuch confidence even in his own shadow. He
folded the morning paper, and laid it, with formal precision, on
the table, as if no one had disturbed it ; and taking up the
Halfpenny Illustrated Broadsheet of Fiction, and with it
flourishing in his hand by the corner, he called the waiter over
the bannister, and paid his reckoning, and went off swiftly to
his garret in another court, a quarter of a mile nearer to Saint

74 Checkmate.

Paul's — taking an obscure and devious course through back-
lanes and sequestered courts.

When he got up to his garret. Mr. Davies locked his door and
sat down on the side of his creaking settle-bed, and, in his
playful phrase, " put on his considering cap."

" That's a dangerous cove, that Mr. Longcluse. He's done a
bold stroke. And now it's him or me, I do suppose — him or
me ; me or him. Come, Paul, shake up your knowledge-box ;
I'll not lose this cast simple. He's gave a description of me.
The force will know it. And them feet o' mine, they are a bit
flat : but any chap can make a pair of insteps with a penn orth
o' rags. I wouldn't care tuppence if it wasn't for them pock-
marks. There's no managing them. A scar or a wart you may
touch over with paint and sollible gutta-percha, or pink wafers
and gelatine, but pock-marks is too many for any man."

He was looking with some anxiety in the triangular fragment
of looking-glass — balanced on a nail in the window-case — at his
features.

" I can take off them whiskers ; and the long neck he makes
so much of, if it was as long as an oystrich, with fourpenn'orth
of cotton waste and a cabbage-net, I'd make a bull of it, and
run my shoulders up to my ears. I'll take the whiskers off,
anyhow. That's no treason ; and he mayn't identify me. If
I'm not had up for a fortnight my hair would be grew a bit, and
that would be a lift. But a fellow must think twice before he
begins disguisin'. Juries smells a rat. Howsomever, a cove
may shave, and no harm done ; or his hair may grow a bit, and
how can he help it? Longcluse knows what he's about. He's
a sharp lad, but for all that Paul Davies 'ill sweat him yet."

Mr. Davies turned the button of his old-fashioned window,
and let it down. He shut out his two scarlet geraniums, which
accompanied him in all his changes from one lodging to
another.

" Suppose he tries the larceny — that's another thing he may
do, seeing what my lay is. It wouldn't do to lose that thing j
no more would it answer to let them find it."

This last idea seemed to cause Paul Davies agood deal of serious
uneasiness. He began looking about at the walls, low dowr
near the skirting, and up near the ceiling, tapping now and ther
with his knuckles, and sounding the plaster as a doctor woulc
the chest of a wheezy patient. He was not satisfied. He
scratched his head, and fiddled with his ear, and plucked his
short nose dubiously, and winked hard at his geraniums througt
the window.

Paul Davies knew that the front garret was not let. He
opened his door and listened. Then he entered that room. I
think he had a notion of changing his lodgings, if only he coulc

Mr. Longcltise's Boot Finds a Temporary Asylum. 75

find what he wanted. That was such a hiding-place as profes-
sional seekers were not likely to discover. But he could not
satisfy himself.

A thought struck him, however, and he went into the lobby
again ; he got on a chair and pushed open the skylight, and out
went Mr. Davies on the roof. He looked and poked about here.
He looked to the neighbouring roofs, lest any eye should be
upon him ; but there was no one. A maid hanging clothes
upon a line, on a sort of balcony, midway down the next house,
was singing, " The Ratcatcher's Daughter," he thought rather
sweetly — so well, indeed, that he listened for two whole verses —
but that did not signify.

Paul Davies kneeled down, and loosed and removed, one
after the other, several slates near the lead gutter, between the
gables ; and, having made a sufficient opening in the roof for
his purpose, he returned, let himself down lightly through the
skylight, entered his room, and locked himself up. He then
unlocked his trunk and took from under his clothes, where it
lay, a French boot — the veritable boot of Mr. Longcluse — which,
for greater security, he popped under the coarse coverlet of his
bed. He next took from his trunk a large piece of paper which,
being unfolded at the window, disclosed a rude drawing with a
sentence or two underneath, and three signatures, with a date
preceding.

Having read this document over twice or thrice, with a rather
menacing smile, he rolled it up in brown paper and thrust it
into the foot of the boot, which he popped under the coverlet
and bolster. He then opened his door wide. Too long a
silence might possibly have seemed mysterious, and called up
prying eyes, so, while he filled his pipe with tobacco, he
whistled, " Villikins and his Dinah" lustily. He was very
cautious about this boot and paper. He got on his great-coat
and felt hat, and took his pipe and some matches — the enjoying
a quiet smoke without troubling others with the perfume was a
natural way of accounting for his visit to the roof. He listened.
He slipped his boot and its contents into his capacious great-
coat pocket, with a rag of old carpet tied round it ; and then,
whistling still cheerily, he mounted the roof again, and placed
the precious parcel within the roof, which he, having some skill
as a slater, proceeded carefully and quickly to restore.

Down came Mr. Davies now, and shaved off his whiskers.
Then he walked out, with a bundle consisting of the coat,
waistcoat, and blue necktie he had worn on the evening of
Lebas's murder. He was going to pay a visit to his mother, a
venerable greengrocer, who lived near the Tower of London ;
and on his way he pledged these articles at two distinct and
very remote pawnbrokers', intending on his return to release,

76 Checkmate,

with the proceeds, certain corresponding articles of his ward-
robe, now in ward in another establishment. These measures
of obliteration he was taking quietly. His visit to his mother, a
very honest old woman, who believed him to be the most
virtuous, agreeable, and beautiful young man extant, was made
with a very particular purpose.

" Well, Ma'am," he said, in reply to the old lady's hospitable
greeting, " I won't refuse a pot of half-and-half and a couple of
eggs, and I'll go so far as a cut or two of bacon, bein' 'ungry ;
and I'm a-goin' to write a paper of some consequence, if you'll
obleege me with a sheet of foolscap and a pen and ink ; and I
may as well write it while the things is a-gettin' ready, accordin'
to your kind intentions."

And accordingly Mr. Paul Davies sat in silence, looking very
important— as he always did when stationery was before him —
at a small table, in a dark back room, and slowly penned a
couple of pages of foolscap.

" And now," said he, producing the document after his repast,
"will you be so good, Ma'am, as to ask Mr. Sildyke and Mrs.
Rumble to come down and witness my signing of this, which
I mean to leave it in your hands and safe keepin', under lock
and key, until I take it away, or otherwise tells you what you
must do with it. It is a police paper, Ma'am, and may be
wanted any time. But you keep it dark till I tells you."

This settled, Mr. Sildyke and Mrs. Rumble arrived obligingly ;
and Paul Davies, with an adroit wink at his mother — who was a
little shocked and much embarrassed by the ruse, being a truth-
loving woman — told them that here was his last will and
testament, and he wanted only that they should witness his
signature ; which, with the date, was duly accomplished. Paul
Davies was, indeed, a man of that genius which requires to
proceed by stratagem, cherishing an abhorrence of straight
lines, and a picturesque love of the curved and angular. So, if
Mr. Longcluse was doing his duty at one end of the town, Mr.
Davies, at the other, was by no means wanting in activity, or,
according to the level of his intellect and experience, ir
wisdom.

We have recurred to these scenes in which Mr. Paul Davic
figures, because it was indispensable to the reader's right under
standing of some events that follow. Be so good, then, as tc
find Sir Reginald exactly where I left him, standing on the step
of Mo tlake Hall. His daughter would have stayed, but he
would not hear of it. He stood on the steps, and smirked
yellow and hollow farewell, waving his hand as the carriage
drove away. Then he turned nnd entered the lofty hall, ir
which the light was already failing.

Sir Reginald did not like the trouble of mounting the stair

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His bed-room and sitting-room were on a level with the hall.
As soon as he came in, the gloom of his old prison-house began
to overshadow him, and his momentary cheer and good-humour
disappeared.

" Where is Tansey ? I suppose she's in her bed, or grumbling
in toothache," he snarled to the footman. " And where the
devil's Crozier ? I have the fewest and the worst servants, I
believe, of any man in England."

He poked open the door of his sitting-room with the point of
his walking-stick.

" Nothing ready, I dare swear," he quavered, and shot a
peevish and fiery glance round it.

Things were not looking quite so badly as he expected.
There was just the little bit of expiring fire in the grate which
he liked, even in summer. His sealskin slippers were on the
hearth-rug, and his easy-chair was pushed into its proper place.

" Ha ! Crozier, at last ! Here, get off this coat, and these

mufflers, and I was d d near dying in that vile chaise.

I don't remember how they got me into the inn. There, don't
mind condoling. You're privileged, but don't do that. As
near dying as possible— rather an awkward business for useless
old servants here, if I had. I'll dress in the next room. My
son's coming this evening. Admit him, mind. I'll see him.
How long is it since we met last ? Two years, egad ! And
Lord Wynderbroke has his dinner here — I don't know what
day, but some day very soon — Friday, I think ; and don't let
the people here go to sleep. Remember ! "

And so on, with his old servant, he talked, and sneered, and
snarled, and established himself in his sitting-room, with his re-
views, and his wine, and his newspapers.

Night fell over dark Mortlake Hall, and over the blazing city
of London. Sir Reginald listened, every now and then, for the
approach of his son. Talk as he might, he did expect some-
thing— and a great deal — from the coming interview. Two
years without a home, without an allowance, with no provision
except a hundred and fifty pounds a year, might well have tamed
that wilful beast !

With the tremor of acute suspense, the old man watched and
listened. Was it a good or an ill sign, his being so late ?

The city of London, with its still roaring traffic and blaze of
gas-lamps, did not contrast more powerfully with the silent
shadows of the forest-grounds of Mortlake, than did the
drawing-room of Lady May Penrose, brilliant with a profusion of
light, and resonant with the gay conversation of inmates, all
disposed to enjoy themselves, with the dim and vast room in
which Sir Reginald sat silently communing with his own dismal
thoughts. ?

78 Checkmate.

Nothing so contagious as gaiety. Alice Arden, laughingly,
was ''making her book " rather prematurely in dozens of pairs
of gloves, for the Derby. Lord Wynderbroke was deep in it
So was Vivian Darnley.

" Your brother and I are to take the reins, turn about, Lady
May says. He's a crack whip. He's better than I, I think,"
said Vivian to Alice Arden.

" You mustn't upset us, though. I am so afraid of you crack
whips ! " said Alice. " Nor let your horses run away with us ;
I've been twice run away with already."

" I don't the least wonder at Miss Arden's being run away
with very often," said Lord Wynderbroke, with all the archness
of a polite man of fifty.

" Very prettily said, Wynderbroke," smiled Lady May. "And
where is your brother ? I thought he'd have turned up to-
night," asked she of Alice.

" I quite forgot. He was to see papa this evening. They
wanted to talk over something together."

" Oh, I see !" said Lady May, and she became thoughtful.

What was the exact nature of the interest which good Lady
May undoubtedly took in Richard Arden ? Was it quite so
motherly as years might warrant ? At that time people laughed
over it, and were curious to see the progress of the comedy.
Here was light and gaiety — light within, lamps without ;
spirited talk in young anticipation of coming days of pleasure ;
and outside the roll of carriage-wheels making a humming bass
to this merry treble.

Over the melancholy precincts of Mortlake the voiceless
darkness of night descends with unmitigated gloom. The
centre — the brain of this dark place — is the house : and in a
large dim room, near the smouldering fire, sits the image that
haunts rather than inhabits it.

CHAPTER XV.

FATHER AND SON.

|IR REGINALD ARDEN had fallen into a doze, as
he sat by the fire with his Remie des Deux Monies,
slipping between his finger and thumb, on his knees.
He was recalled by Crozier's voice, and looking up,
he saw, standing near the door, as if in some slight hesitation,
a figure not seen for two years before.

For a moment Sir Reginald doubted his only half-awakened
senses. Was that handsome oval face, with large, soft eyes,
with such brilliant lips, and the dark-brown moustache, so fine,
and silken, that had never known a razor, an unsubstantial por-
trait hung in the dim air, or his living son ? There were
perplexity and surprise in the old man's stare.

" I should have been here before, Sir, but your letter did not
reach me until an hour ago," said Richard Arden.

" By heaven ! Dick? And so you came! I believe I was
asleep. Give me your hand. I hope, Dick, we may yet end
this miserable quarrel happily. Father and son can have no
real interests apart."

Sir Reginald Arden extended his thin hand, and smiled in-
vitingly but rather darkly on his son. Graceful and easy this
young man was, and yet embarrassed, as he placed his hand
•within his fathers.

"You will take something, Dick, won't you?"

" Nothing, Sir, thanks."

Sir Reginald was stealthily reading his face. At last he began
circuitously —

" I've a little bit of news to tell you about Alice. How long
shall I allow you to guess what it is ? "

8o Checkmate.

" I'm the worst guesser in the world — pray don't wait for me,
Sir."

" Well, I have in my desk there — would you mind putting it
on the table here? — a letter from Wynderbroke. You know
him?"

"Yes, a little."

" Well, Wynderbroke writes— the letter arrived only an hour
ago — to ask my leave to marry your sister, if she will consent ;
and he says all he will do, which is very handsome — very
generous indeed. Wait a moment. Yes, here it is. Read
that"

Richard Arden did read the letter, with open eyes and
breathless interest. The old man's eyes were upon him as he
did so.

" Well, Richard, what do you think?"

" There can be but one opinion about it. Nothing can be more
handsome. Everything suitable. I only hope that Alice will
not be foolish."

" She sha'n't be that, I'll take care," said the old man, locking
down his desk again upon the letter.

" It might possibly be as well, Sir, to prepare her a little at
first. I may possibly be of some little use, and so may Lady
May. I only mean that it might hardly be expedient to make it
from the first a matter of authority, because she has romantic
ideas, and she is spirited."

" I'll sleep upon it. I sha'n't see her again till to-morrow
evening. She does not care about anyone in particular, I
suppose ? "

" Not that I know of," said Richard.

" You'll find it will all be right— it will— all right. It shall
be right," said Sir Reginald. And then there was a silence.
He was meditating the other business he had in hand, and
again circuitously he proceeded.

'• What's going on at the opera ? Who is your great danseuse
at present?" inquired the baronet, with a glimmer of a leer. "I
haven't seen a ballet for more than six years. And why ? I
needn't tell yon. You know the miserable life I lead. Egad !
there are fellows placed everywhere to watch me. There would
be an execution in this house this night, if the miserable table
and chairs were not my brother David's property. Upon m
life, Craven, my attorney, had to serve two notices on the sherii
in one term, to caution him not to sell your uncle's furniture for
my debts. I shouldn't have had a joint-stool to sit down on, if
it hadn't been for that. And I had to get out of the railway'
carriage, by heaven ! for fear of arrest, and come home — i
home 1 can call this ruin— by posting all the way, except a fe
miles. I did not dare to tell Craven I was coming back.

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wrote from Twyford, where I — I — took a fancy to sleep last
night, to no human being but yourself. My comfort is that they
and all the world believe that I'm still in France. It is a
pleasant state of things ! "

" I am grieved, Sir, to think you suffer so much."
" I know it. I knew it. I know you are, Dick," said the old
man eagerly. " And my life is a perfect hell. I can nowhere
in England find rest for the sole of my foot. I am suffering
perpetually the most miserable mortifications, and the tortures
of the damned. I know you are sorry. It can't be pleasant to
you to see your father the miserable outcast, and fugitive, and
victim he so often is. And I'll say distinctly — I'll say at once —
for it was with this one purpose I sent for you — that no son with
a particle of human feeling, with a grain of conscience, or an
atom of principle, could endure to see it, when he knew that by
a stroke of his pen he could undo it all, and restore a miserable
parent to life and liberty ! Now, Richard, you have my mind.
I have concealed nothing, and I'm sure, Dick, I know, I know
you won't see your father perish by inches, rather than sign the
warrant for his liberation. For God's sake, Dick, my boy speak
out ! Have you the heart to reject your miserable father's
petition ? Do you wish me to kneel to you ? I love you, Dick,
although you don't admit it. I'll kneel to you, Dick— I'll kneel
to you. I'll go on my knees to you."

His hands were clasped ; he made a movement. His great
prominent eyes were fixed on Richard Arden's face, which he
was reading with a great deal of eagerness, it is true, but also
with a dark and narrow shrewdness.

" Good heaven, Sir, don't stir, I implore ! If you do, I must
leave the room," said Richard, embarrassed to a degree that
amounted to agitation. " And I must tell you, Sir — it is very
painful, but, I could not help it, necessity drove me to it — if I
were ever so desirous, it is out of my power now. I have dealt
with my reversion. I have executed a deed."

" You have been with the Jews ! " cried the old man, jump-
ing to his feet. " You have been dealing, by way of post obitt
with my estate ! "

Richard Arden looked down. Sir Reginald was as nearly
white as his yellow tint would allow ; his large eyes were
gleaming fire — he looked as if he would have snatched the
poker, and brained his son.

" But what could I do, Sir ? I had no other resource. I
was forbidden your house ; I had no money."

" You lie, Sir ! " yelled the old man, with a sudden flash,
and a hammer of his thin trembling fist on the table. " You
had a hundred and fifty pounds a year of your mother's."
" But that, Sir, could not possibly support any one. I was

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compelled to act as I did. You really, Sir, left me no
choice."

" Now, now, now, now, now ! you're not to run away with
the thing, you're not to run away with it ; you sha'n't run away
with it, Sir. You could have made a submission, you know
you could. I was open to be reconciled at any time — always
too ready. You had only to do as you ought to have done, and
I'd have received you with open arms ; you know I would — I
•would— you had only to unite our interests in the estates, and
I'd have done everything to make you happy, and you know it.
But you have taken the step — you have done it, and it is
irrevocable. You have done it, and you've ruined me ; and I
pray to God you have ruined yourself! "

With every sinew quivering, the old man was pulling the
bell-rope violently with his left hand. Over his shoulder, on
his son, he glanced almost maniacally. " Turn him out ! " he
screamed to Crozier, stamping; "put him out by the collar.
Shut the door upon hiim, and lock it ; and if he ever dares to call
here again, slam it in his face. I have done with him for ever?"

Richard Arden had already left the room, and this closing
passage was lost on him. But he hfcard the old man's voice as
he walked along the corridor, and it was still in his ears as he
passed the hall-door ; and, running down the steps, he jumped
into his cab. Crozier held the cab-door open, and wished Mr.
Richard a kind good-night. He stood on the steps to see the
last of the cab as it drove down the shadowy avenue and was
lost in gloom. He sighed heavily. What a broken family it
was ! He was an old servant, born on their northern estate —
loyal, and somewhat rustic — and, certainly, had the baronet
been less in want of money, not exactly the servant he would
have chosen.

" The old gentleman cannot last long," he said, as he
followed the sound of the retreating wheels with his gaze,
" and then Master Richard will take his turn, and what one
began the other will finish. It is all up with the Ardens. Sir
Reginald ruined, Master Harry murdered, and Master David
turned tradesman ! There's a curse on the old house."

He heard the baronet's tread faintly, pacing the floor in
agitation, as he passed his door ; and when he reached the
housekeeper's room, that old lady, Mrs. Tansey, was alone and
all of a tremble, standing at the door. Before her dim staring
eyes had risen an oft-remembered scene : the ivy-covered gate-
house at Mortlake Hall ; the cold moon glittering down
through the leafless branches ; the grey horse on its side
across the gig-shaft, and the two villains — one rifling and the
other murdering poor Henry Arden, the baronet's gay and
reckless brother.

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" Lord, Mr. Crozier ! what's crossed Sir Reginald ? " she
said huskily, grasping the servant's wrist with her lean hand.
" Master Dick, I do suppose. I thought he was to come
no more. They quarrel always. I'm like to faint, Mr.
Crozier."

" Sit ye down, Mrs. Tansey, Ma'am ; you should take just a
thimbleful of something. What has frightened you !"

" There's a scritch in Sir Reginald's voice — mercy on us ! —
when he raises it so ; it is the very cry of poor Master Harry
— his last cry, when the knife pierced him, I'll never forget
it!"

The old woman clasped her fingers over her eyes, and shook
her head slowly.

"Well, that's over and ended this many a day, and past
cure. We need not fret ourselves no more about it — 'tis thirty
years since."

" Two-and-twenty the day o' the Longden steeple-chase.
I've a right to remember it." She closed her eyes again.
" Why can't they keep apart ? " she resumed. " If father and
son can't look one another in the face without quarrelling,
better they should turn their backs on one another for life.
Why need they come under one roof? The world's wide
enough."

" So it is — and no good meeting and argufying ; for Mr.
Dick will never open the estate," remarked Mr. Crozier.

" And more shame for him ! " said Mrs. Tansey. " He's
breaking his father's heart. It troubles him more," she added
in a changed tone, " I'm thinking, than ever poor Master
Harry's death did. There's none living of his kith or kin
cares about it now but Master David. He'll never let it rest
while he lives."

" He may let it rest, for he'll never make no hand of it," said
Crozier. " Would you object, Ma'am, to my making a glass of
something hot ? — you're gone very pale."

Mrs. Tansey assented, and the conversation grew more
comfortable. And so the night closed over the passions and
the melancholy of Mortlake Hall.

CHAPTER XVI.
A MIDNIGHT MEETING.

COUPLE of days passed ; and now I must ask you
to suppose yourself placed, at night, in the centre of
a vast heath, undulating here and there like a sea
arrested in a ground-swell, lost in a horizon of
monotonous darkness all round. Here and there rises a
scrubby hillock of furze, black and rough as the head of a
monster. The eye aches as it strains to discover objects or
measure distances over the blurred and black expanse. Here
stand two trees pretty close together — one in thick foliage, a
black elm, with a funereal and plume-like stillness, and blotting
out many stars with its gigantic canopy ; the other, about fifty
paces off, a withered and half barkless fir, with one white
branch left, stretching forth like the arm of a gibbet. Nearly
under this is a flat rock, with one end slanting downwards, and
half buried in the ferns and the grass that grow about that
spot. One other fir stands a little way off, smaller than these
two trees, which in daylight are conspicuous far away as land-
marks on a trackless waste. Overhead the stars are blinking,
but the desolate landscape lies beneath in shapeless obscurity,
like drifts of black mist melting together into one wide vague
sea of darkness that forms the horizon. Over this comes, in
fitful meanings, a melancholy wind. The eye stretches vainly
to define the objects that fancy sometimes suggests, and the
ear is strained to discriminate the sounds, real or unreal, that
seem to mingle in the uncertain distance.

If you can conjure up all this, and the superstitious freaks
that in such a situation imagination will play in even the
hardest and coarsest natures, you have a pretty distinct idea of
the feelings and surroundings of a tall man who lay that night
his length under the blighted tree I have mentioned, stretched

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on its roots, with his chin supported on his hands, and look-
ing vaguely into the darkness. He had been smoking, but his
pipe was out now, and he had no occupation but that of form-
ing pictures on the dark back-ground, and listening to the
moan and rush of the distant wind, and imagining sometimes a
voice shouting, sometimes the drumming of a horse's hoofs
approaching over the plain. There was a chill in the air that
made this man now and then shiver a little, and get up and
take a turn back and forward, and stamp sharply as he did so,
to keep the blood stirring in his legs and feet. Then down he
would lay again, with his elbows on the ground, and his hands
propping his chin. Perhaps he brought his head near the
ground, thinking that thus he could hear distant sounds more
sharply. He was growing impatient, and well he might.

The moon now began to break through the mist in fierce red
over the far horizon. A streak of crimson, that glowed without
illuminating anything, showed through the distant cloud close
along the level of the heath. Even this was a cheer, like a red
ember or two in a pitch-dark room. Very far away he thought
now he heard the tread of a horse. One can hear miles away
over that level expanse of death-like silence. He pricked his
ears, he raised himself on his hands, and listened with open
mouth. He lost the sound, but on leaning his head again to
the ground, that vast sounding-board carried its vibration once
more to his ear. It was the canter of a horse upon the heath.
He was doubtful whether it was approaching, for the sound
subsided sometimes ; but afterwards it was renewed, and
gradually he became certain that it was coming nearer. And
now, like a huge, red-hot dome of copper, the moon rose above
the level strips of cloud that lay upon the horizon of the heath,
and objects began to reveal themselves. The stunted fir, that
had looked to the fancy of the solitary watcher like a ghostly
policeman, with arm and truncheon raised, just starting in
pursuit, now showed some lesser branches, and was more satis-
factorily a tree ; distances became measurable, though not yet
accurately, by the eye ; and ridges and hillocks caught faintly
the dusky light, and threw blurred but deep shadows back-
ward.

The tread of the horse approaching had become a gallop as
the light improved, and horse and horseman were soon visible.
Paul Davies stood erect, and took up a position a few steps in
advance of the blighted tree at whose foot he had been
stretched. The figure, seen against the dusky glare of the
moon, would have answered well enough for one of those
highwaymen who in old times made the heath famous. His
low-crowned felt hat, his short coat with a cape to it, and the
leather casings, which looked like jack-boots, gave this horse-

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man, seen in dark outline against the glow, a character not tin-
picturesque. With a sudden strain of the bridle, the gaunt
rider pulled up before the man who awaited him.

" What are you doing there ? " said the horseman roughly.

" Counting the stars," answered he.

Thus the signs and countersigns were exchanged, and the
stranger said —

" You're alone, Paul Davies, I take it."

" No company but ourselves, mate," answered Davies.

"You're up to half a dozen dodges, Paul, and knows how to
lime a twig ; that's your little game, you know. This here tree
is clean enough, but that 'ere has a hatful o' leaves on it."

" I didn't put them there," said Paul, a little sulkily.

" Well, no. I do suppose a sight o' you wouldn't exactly put
a tree in leaf, or a rose-bush in blossom ; nor even make wegit-
ables grow. More like to blast 'em, like that rum un over your
head."

" What's up ? " asked the ex-detective.

"Jest this — there's leaves enough for a bird to roost there, so
this won't do. Now, then, move on you with me."

As the gaunt rider thus spoke, his long red beard was blowing
this way and that in the breeze ; and he turned his horse, and
walked him towards that lonely tree in which, as he lay gazing
on its black outline, Paul had fancied the shape of a phantom
policeman.

" I don't care a cuss," said Davies. " I'm half sorry I came
a leg to meet yer."

" Growlin', eh ? " said the horseman.

" I wish you was as cold as me, and you'd growl a bit, maybe,
yourself," said Paul. " I'm jolly cold."

"Cold, are ye?"

" Cold as a lock-up."

"Why didn't ye fetch a line o' the old author with you ?"
asked the rider — meaning brandy.

" I had a pipe or two."

"Who'd a-guessed we was to have a night like this in
summer-time ? "

" I do believe it freezes all the year round in this queer
place."

" Would ye like a drop of the South-Sea mountain (gin) ? "
said the stranger, producing a flask from his pocket, which Paul
Davies took with a great deal of good-will, much to the donor's
content, for he wished to find that gentleman in good-humour
in the conversation that was to follow.

" Drink what's there, mate. D'ye like it ?"

" It ain't to be by no means sneezed at," said Paul Davies.

The horseman looked back over his shoulder. Paul Davies

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remarked that his shoulders were round enough to amount
almost to a deformity. He and his companion were now a long
way from the tree whose foliage he feared might afford cover to
some eavesdropper.

" This tree will answer. I suppose you like a post to clap
your back to while we are palaverin'," said the rider. " Make
a finish of it, Mr. Davies," he continued, as that person pre-
sented the half-emptied flask to his hand. " I'm as hot as
steam, myself, and I'd rather have a smoke by-and-by."

He touched the bridle here, and the horse stood still, and the
rider patted his reeking neck, as he stooped with a shake of his
ears and a snort, and began to sniff the scant herbage at his
feet.

" I don't mind if I have another pull," said Paul, replenishing
the goblet that fitted over the bottom of the flask.

" Fill it again, and no heel-taps," said his companion.

Mr. Davies sat down, with his mug in his hand, on the
ground, and his back against ftie tree. Had there been a
donkey near, to personate the immortal Dapple, you might
have fancied, in that uncertain gloom, the Knight and Squire of
La Mancha overtaken by darkness, and making one of their
adventurous bivouacs under the boughs of the tree.

" What you saw in the papers three days ago did give you a
twist, I take it ? " observed the gentleman on horseback, with a
grin that made the red bristles on his upper lip curl upwards
and twist like worms.

" I can't tumble to a right guess what you means," said Mr.
Davies.

" Come, Paul, that won't never do. You read every line of
that there inquest on the French cove at the Saloon, and you
have by rote every word Mr. Longcluse said. It must be a
queer turning of the tables, for a clever chap like you to have
to look slippy, for fear other dogs should lag you."

" 'Tain't me that 'ill be looking slippy, as you and me well
knows ; and it's jest because you knows it well you're here. I
suppose it ain't for love of me quite ? " sneered Paul Davies.

" I don't care a rush for Mr. Longcluse, no more nor I care
for you ; and I see he's goin' where he pleases. He made a
speech in yesterday's paper, at the meetin' at the Surrey
Gardens. He was canvassin' for Parliament down in Derby-
shire a week ago ; and he printed a letter to the electors only
yesterday. He don't care two pins for you."

"A good many rows o' pins, I'm thinkin'," sneered Mr.
Davies.

" Thinkin' won't make a loaf, Mr. Davies. Many a man has
bin too clever, and thought himself into the block-house. You're
making too fine a game, Mr. Davies ; a playin' a bit too much

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with edged tools, and fiddlin' a bit too freely with fire. You'll
burn your fingers, and cut 'em too, do ye mind ? unless you be
advised, and close the game where you stand to win, as I rather
think you do now."

" So do I, mate," said Paul Davies, who could play at brag
as well as his neighbour.

" I'm on another lay, a safer one by a long sight. My maxim
is the same as yours, ' Grab all you can ; ' but / do it safe, d'ye
see ? You are in a fair way to end your days on the twister."

" Not if I knows it," said Paul Davies. " I'm afeared o' no
man livin'. Who can say black's the white o' my eye ? Do ye
take me for a child ? \Vhat do ye take me for ?"

" I take you for the man that robbed and done for the French
cove in the Saloon. That's the child I take ye for," answered
the horseman cynically.

" You lie ! You don't ! You know I han't a pig of his
money, and never hurt a hair of his head. You say that to rile
me, jest."

" Why should I care a cuss whether you're riled or no ? Do
you think I want to get anything out o' yer ? I knows every-
thing as well as you do yourself. You take me for a queer gill,
I'm thinking ; that's not my lay. I wouldn't wait here while
you'd walk round my hoss to have every secret you ever
know'd."

"A queer gill, mayhap. I think I know you," said Mr.
Davies, archly.

"You do, do ye? Well, come, who do you take me for?"
said the stranger, turning towards him, and sitting erect in the
saddle, with his hand on his thigh, to afford him the amplest
view of his face and figure.

" Then I take you for Mr. Longcluse," said Paul Davies, with
a wag of his head.

" For Mr. Longcluse ! " echoed the horseman, with a boister-
ous laugh. " Well, therms a guess to tumble to ! The worst
guess I ever heer'd made. Did you ever see him? Why,
there's not two bones in our two bodies the same length, and
not two inches of our two faces alike. There's a guess for a
detective ! Be my soul, it's well for you it ain't him, for I think
he'd a shot ye ! "

The rider lifted his hand from his coat-pocket as he said
this, but there was no weapon in it. Mistaking his intention,
however, Paul Davies skipped behind the tree, and levelled a
revolver at him.

" Down with that, you fool ! " cried the horseman. " There's
nothing here." And he gave his horse the spur, and made him
plunge to a little distance, as he held up his right hand. " But
I'm not such a tool as to meet a cove like you without the k

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towels, too, in case you should try that dodge." And dipping
his hand swiftly into his pocket again, he also showed in the air
the glimmering barrels of a pistol. " If you must be pullin' out
your barkers every minute, and can't talk like a man, where's
the good of coming all this way to palaver with a cove. It ain't
not tuppence to me. Crack away if you likes it, and see who
shoots best ; or, if you likes it better, I don't mind if I get down
and try who can hit hardest t'other way, and you'll find my fist
tastes very strong of the hammer."

" I thought you were up for mischief," said Davies, " and I
won't be polished off simple, that's all. It's best to keep as we
are, and no nearer ; we can hear one another well enough where
we stand."

" It's a bargain," said the stranger, " and I don't care a cuss
who you take me for. I'm not Mr. Longcluse ; but you're
welcome, if it pleases you, to give me his name, and I wish I
could have the old bloke's tin as easy. Now here's my little
game, and I don't find it a bad one. When two gentlemen —
we'll say, for instance, you and Mr. Longcluse — differs in
opinion (you says he did a certain thing, and he says he didn't,
or goes the whole hog and says you did it, and not him), it's
plain, if the matter is to be settled amigable, it's best to have
a man as knows what he's about, and can find out the cove
as threatens the rich fellow, and deal with him handsome,
according to circumstances. My terms is moderate. I takes
five shillins in the pound, and not a pig under; and that
puts you and I in the same boat, d'ye see ? Well, I gets all
I can out of him, and no harm can happen me, for I'm but
a cove a-carryin' of messages betwixt you, and the more I
gets for you the better for me. I settled many a business
amigable the last five years that would never have bin settled
without me. I'm well knowing to some of the swellest lawyers
in town, and whenever they has a dilikite case, like a gentleman
threatened with informations or the like, they sends for me,
and I arranges it amigable, to the satisfacshing of both parties.
It's the only way to settle sich affairs with good profit and no
risk. I have spoke to Mr. Longcluse. He was all for having
your four bones in the block-house, and yourself on the twister ;
and he's not a cove to be bilked out of his tin. But he would
not like the bother of your cross-charge, either, and I think I
could make all square between ye. What do you say ? "

" How can I tell that you ever set eyes on Mr. Longcluse ? "
said Davies, more satisfied as the conference proceeded that he
had misdirected his first guess at the identity of the horseman.
" How can I tell you're not just a-gettin' all you can out o' me,
to make what you can of it on your owiv account in that
market?"

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" That's true, you can't tell, mate."

"And what do I know about you? What's your name?*
pursued Paul Davies.

" I forgot my name, I left it at home in the cupboard ; and
you know nothing about me, that's true, excepting what I told
you, and you'll hear no more."

" I'm too old a bird for that ; you're a born genius, only spoilt
in the baking. I'm thinking, mate, I may as well paddle my
own canoe, and sell my own secret on my own account. What
can you do for me that I can't do as well for myself?"

"You don't think that, Paul. You dare not show to Mr.
Longcluse, and you know he's in a wax ; and who can you send
to him ? You'll make nothing o' that brag. Where's the good
of talking like a blast to a chap like me ? Don't you suppose
I take all that at its vally ? I tell you what, if it ain't settled
now, you'll see me no more, for I'll not undertake it." He
pulled up his horse's head, preparatory to starting.

" Well, what's up now ? — what's the hurry ? " demanded Mr.
Davies.

" Why, if this here rneetin' won't lead to business, the sooner
we two parts and gets home again, the less time wasted,"
answered the cavalier, with his hand on the crupper of the
saddle, as hie turned to speak.

Each seemed to wait for the other to add something.

CHAPTER XVII.

MR. LONGCLUSE AT MORTLAKE HALL.

F you let me go this time, Mr. Wheeler, you'll not
catch me a-walking out. here again," said Mr-
Davies sourly. " If there's business to be done,
now's the time."
" Well, I can't make it no plainer — 'tis as clear as mud in a
wine-glass," said the mounted man gaily, and again he shook
the bridle and hitched himself in the saddle, and the horse
stirred uneasily, as he added, " Have you any more to say ?"

" Well, supposin' I say ay, how soon will it be settled ? " said
Paul Davies, beginning to think better of it.

" These things doesn't take long with a rich cove like Mr.
Longcluse. It's where they has to scrape it up, by beggin' here
and borrowin' there, and sellin' this and spoutin' that— -there's a
wait always. But a chap with no end o' tin — that has only to
wish and have — that's your sort. He swears a bit, and
threatens, and stamps, and loses his temper summat, ye see ;
and if I was the prencipal, like you are in this 'ere case, and
the police convenient, or a poker in his fist, he might make a
row. But seein' I'm only a messenger like, it don't come to
nothin'. He claps his hand in his pocket, and outs with the
rino, and there's all ; and jest a bit of paper to sign. But I
won't stay here no longer. I'm getting a bit cold myself ; so it's
on or off now. Go yourself to Longcluse, if you like, and see
if you don't catch it. The least you get will be seven-penn'orth,
for extortin' money by threatenin' a prosecution, if he don't hang
you for the murder of the Saloon cove. How would you like
that?"

" It ain't the physic that suits my complaint, guvnor. But I

have him there. 1 have the statement wrote, in sure hands, and

other hevidence, as he may suppose, and dated, and signed by

espectable people ; and I know his dodee. He thinks he came

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out first with his charge against me, but he's out there ; and if he
will have it, and I split, he'd best look slippy."

" And how much do you want ? Mind, I'll funk him all I can,
though he's a wideawake chap ; for it's my game to get every
pig I can out of him.1'

" I'll take two thousand pounds, and go to Canada or to New
York, my passage and expenses being paid, and sign anything
in reason he wants ; and that's the shortest chalk I'll offer."

" Don't you wish you may get it ? / do, I know, but I'm
thinking you might jest as well look for the naytional debt."

" What's your name?" again asked Davies, a little abruptly.

"My name fell out o' window and was broke, last Tuesday
mornin'. But call me Tom Wheeler, if you can't talk without
calling me something."

" Well, Tom, that's the figure," said Davies.

" If you want to deal, speak now," said Wheeler. " If I'm
to stand between you, I must have a power to close on the best
offer I'm like to get. I won't do nothing in the matter else-
ways."

With this fresh exhortation, the conference on details
proceeded ; and when at last it closed, with something like a
definite understanding, Tom Wheeler said, — " Mind, Paul
Davies, I comes from no one, and I goes to no one ; and I
never seed you in all my days."

" And where are you going ? "

"A bit nearer the moon," said the mysterious Mr. Wheeler,
lifting his hand and pointing towards the red disk, with one of
his bearded grins. And wheeling his horse suddenly, away he
rode at a canter, right toward the red moon, against which for
a few moments the figure of the retreating horse and man
showed black and sharp, as if cut out of cardboard.

Paul Davies looked after him with his left eye screwed close,
as was his custom, in shrewd rumination. Before the horseman
had got very far, the moon passed under the edge of a thick
cloud, and the waste was once more enveloped in total darkness.
In this absolute obscurity the retreating figure was instan-
taneously swallowed, so that the shrewd ex-detective, who had
learned by rote every article of his dress, and every button on it,
and could have sworn to every mark on his horse at York Fair,
had no chance of discovering in the ultimate line of his retreat,
any clue to his destination. He had simply emerged from dark-
ness, and darkness had swallowed him again.

We must now see how Sir Reginald's little dinner-party, not a
score of miles away, went off only two days later. He was
fortunate, seeing he had bidden his guests upon very short
notice, not one disappointed.

Mr. Longcltise at Atortlake Hall. 93

t daresay tliat Lady May — whose toilet, considering how
quiet everything was, had been made elaborately — missed a face
that would have brightened all the rooms for her. But the
interview between Richard Arden and his father had not, as we
know, ended in reconciliation, and Lady May's hopes were
disappointed, and her toilet labour in vain.

When Lady May entered the room with Alice, she saw
standing on the hearth-rug, at the far end of the handsome
room, a tall and very good-looking man of sixty or upwards,
chatting with Sir Reginald, one of whose feet was in a slipper,
and who was sitting in an easy-chair. A little bit of fire burned
in the grate, for the day had been chill and showery. This tall
man, with white silken hair, and a countenance kind, frank, and
thoughtful, with a little sadness in it, was, she had no doubt,
David Arden, whom she had last seen with silken brown locks,
and the cheerful aspect of early manhood.

Sir Reginald stood up, with an uncomfortable effort, and,
smiling, pointed to his slippers in excuse for his limping gait, as
he shuffled forth across the carpet to meet her, with a good-
humoured shrug.

" Wasn't it good of her to come ? " said Alice.

" She's better than good," said Sir Reginald, with his thin,
yellow smile, extending his hand, and leading her to a chair ;
"it is visiting the sick and the halt, and doing real good, for it
is a pleasure to see her — a pleasure bestowed on a miserable
soul who has very few pleasures left ;" and with his other thin
hand he patted gently the fingers of her fat hand. " Here is my
brother David," continued the baronet. " He says you will
hardly know him."

'' She'll hardly believe it. She was very young when she last
saw me, and the last ten years have made some changes," said
Uncle David, laughing gently.

At the baronet's allusion to that most difficult subject, the
lapse of time, Lady May winced and simpered uneasily ; but
she expanded gratefully as David Arden disposed of it so
adroitly.

"We'll not speak of years of change. I knew you instantly,"
said Lady May happily. " And you have been to Vichy,
Reginald. What stay do you make here ? "

" None, almost ; my crippled foot keeps me always on a
journey. It seems a paradox, but so it is. I'm ordered to visit
Buxton for a week or so, and then I go, for change of air, to
Yorkshire."

As Alice entered, she saw the pretty face, the original of the
brilliant portrait which had haunted her on her night journey to
Twyford, and she heard a very silvery voice chatting gaily. Mr.
Longcluse was leaning on the end of the sofa on which Grace

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Maubray sat : and Vivian Darnley, it seemed in high spirits, was
standing and laughing nearly before her. Alice Arden walked
quickly over to welcome her handsome guest. With a mis-
giving and a strange pain at her heart, she saw how much more
beautiful this young lady had grown. Smiling radiantly, with
her hand extended, she greeted and kissed her fair kinswoman ;
and, after a few words, sat down for a little beside her ; and
asked Mr. Longcluse how he did ; and finally spoke to Vivian
Darnley, and then returned to her conventional dialogue of
welcome and politeness with her cousin — how cousin, she could
not easily have explained.

The young ladies seemed so completely taken up with one
another that, after a little waiting, the gentlemen fell into a
desultory talk, and grew gradually nearer to the window.
They were talking now of dogs and horses, and Mr. Longcluse
was stealing rapidly into the good graces of the young man.

"When we come up after dinner, you must tell me who these
people are," said Grace Maubray, who did not care very much
what she said. "That young man is a Mr. Vivian, ain't he?"

"No — Darnley," whispered Alice; "Vivian is his Christian
name."

" Very romantic names ; and, if he really means half he says,
he is a very romantic person." She laughed.

"What has he been saying?" Alice wondered. But, after
all, it was possible to be romantic on almost any subject

"And the other?"

" He's a Mr. Longcluse," answered Alice.

" He's rather clever," said the young lady, with a grave
decision that amused Alice.

"Do you think so? Well, so do I ; that is, I know he can
interest one. He has been almost everywhere, and he tells things
rather pleasantly."

Before they could go any further, Vivian Darnley, turning
from the window toward the two young ladies, said — " I've just
been saying that we must try to persuade Lady May to get up
that party to the Derby,"

" 1 can place a drag at her disposal," said Mr. Longcluse.

" And a splendid team — I saw them," threw in Darnley.

" There's nothing I should like so much," said Alice. " I'
never been to the Derby. What do you say, Grace ? Can yoi
manage Uncle David ? "

" I'll try," said the young lady gaily.

" We must all set upon Lady May," said Alice. " She is
good-natured, she can't resist us."

" Suppose we begin now?" suggested Darnley.

" Hadn't we better wait till we have her quite to ourselves i
Who knows what your papa and your uncle might say ?" sak

Mr. Longcluse at Mortlake Hall. 95

Grace Maubray, turning to Alice. " I vote for saying nothing
to them until Lady May has settled, and then they must only
submit."

" I agree with you quite," said Alice laughing.

"Sage advice!" said Mr. Longcluse, with a smile; "and
there's time enough to choose a favourable moment. It comes
off exactly ten days from this."

" Oh, anything might be done in ten days," said Grace. " I'm
sorry it is so far away."

" Yes, a great deal might be done in ten days; and a great
deal might happen in ten days," said Longcluse, listlessly looking
down at the floor — " a great deal might happen."

He thought he saw Miss Arden's eye turned upon him,
curiously and quickly, as he uttered this common-place speech,
which was yet a little odd.

" In this busy world, Miss Arden, there is no such thing as
quiet, and no one acts without imposing on other people the
necessity for action," said Mr. Longcluse ; " and I believe that
often the greatest changes in life are the least anticipated by
those who seem to bring them about spontaneously."

At this moment, dinner being announced, the little part^
transferred itself to the dining-room, and Miss Arden found
herself between Mr. Longcluse and Uncle David.

CHAPTER XVIII,

THE PARTY IN THE DINING-ROOM.

|ND now, ail being seated, began the talk and business
of dinner.

" I believe," said Mr. Longcluse, with a laugh. " I
am growing metaphysical."

" Well, shall I confess, Mr. Longcluse, you do sometimes say
things that are, I fear, a little too wise for my poor comprehen-
sion?"

" I don't express them ; it is my fault," he answered, in a very
low tone. "You have mind, Miss Arden, for anything. There
is no one it is so delightful to converse with, owing in part to
that very faculty — I mean quick apprehension. But I know my
own Defects. I know how imperfectly I often express myself.
Bv-the-way, you seemed to wish to have that curious little wild
Bohemian air I sang the other night. ' The Wanderer's Bride' —
the song about the white lily, you know. 1 ventured to get a
friend, who really is a very good musician, to make a setting of
it, which I so very much hope you will like. I brought it with
me. You will think me very presumptuous, but I hoped so
much you might be tempted to try it."

When Mr. Longcluse spoke tj> Alice, it was always in a tone
so very deferential, that it was next to impossible that a very
young girl should not be flattered by it — considering, especially,
that the man was reputed clever, had seen the world, and had
met with a certain success, and that by no means of a kind often
obtained, or ever quite despised. There was also a directness
in his eulogy \\hich was unusual, and which spoken with a
different manner would have been embarrassing, if not offensive.
But in Mr. Longcluse's manner, when he spoke such phrases,
tli re appeared a real humility, and even sadness, that the bold-

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ness of the sentiment was lost in the sincerity and dejection of
the speaker, which seemed to place him on a sudden at the
immeasurable distance of a melancholy worship.

" I am so much obliged !" said Alice. " I did wish so much
to have it when you sang it. It may not do for my voice at all,
but I longed to try it. When a song is sung so as to move one,
it is sure to be looked out and learned, without any thought
wasted on voice, or skill, or natural fitness. It is, I suppose, like
the vanity that makes one person dress after another. Still, I
do wish to sing that song, and I am so much obliged ! "

From the other side her uncle said very softly — " What do
you think of my ward, Grace Maubray ? "

"Oughtn't I to ask, rather, what you think of her?" she
laughed archly.

" Oh ! I see," he answered, with a pleasant and honest smile ;
" you have the gift of seeing as far as other clever people into a
millstone. But, no— though perhaps I ought to thank you for
giving me credit for so much romance and good taste — I don't
think I shall ever introduce you to an aunt. You must guess
again, if you will have a matrimonial explanation ; though I
don't say there is any such design. And perhaps, if there were,
the best way to promote it would be to leave the intended hero
and heroine very much to themselves. They are both very
good-looking."

" Who ? " asked Alice, although she knew very well whom he
meant.

" I mean that pretty creature over there, Grace Maubray, and
Vivian Darnley," said he quietly.

She smiled, looking very much pleased and very arch.

With how Spartan a completeness women can hide the
shootings and quiverings of mental pain, and of bodily pain too,
when the motive is sufficient ! Under this latter they are often
clamorous, to be sure ; but the demonstration expresses not want
of patience, but the feminine yearning for compassion.

" I fancy nothing would please the young rogue Vivian better.
I wish I were half so sure of her. You girls are so unaccoun-
table, so fanciful, and— don't be angry — so uncertain."

"Well, I suppose, as you say, we must only iiave patience,
and leave the matter in the hands of Time, who settles most
things pretty well."

She raised her eyes, and fancied she saw Grace Maubray at
the same moment withdraw hers from her face. Lady May was
talking from the end of the table with Mr. Longcluse.

" Your neighbour who is talking to Lady May is a Mr.
Longcluse ?"

"Yes."

u He is a City notability ; but oddly, I never happened to see

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him till this evening. Do you think there is something curious
in his appearance?"

" Yes, a little, perhaps. Don't you."

" So odd that he makes my blood run cold," said Uncle
David, with a shrug and a little laugh. " Seriously, I mean un-
pleasantly odd. What is Lady May talking about ? Yes — I
thought so — that horrid murder at the ' Saloon Tavern.' For so
good-natured a person, she has the most bloodthirsty tastes I
know of; she's always deep in some horror."

" My brother Dick told me that Mr. Longcluse made a speech
there."

" Yes, so I heard ; and I think he said what is true enough.
London is growing more and more insecure ; and that certainly
was a most audacious murder. People make money a little
faster, that is true ; but what is the good of money, if their lives
are not their own ? It is quite true that there are streets in
London, which I remember as safe as this room, through which
no one suspected of having five pounds in his pocket could now
walk without a likelihood of being garotted."

"How dreadful!" said Alice, and Uncle David laughed a
little at her horror.

" It is too true, my dear. But, to pass to pleasanter subjects,
when do you mean to choose among the young fellows, and
present me to a new nephew ? " said Uncle David.

"Do you fancy I would tell anyone if I knew?" she an-
swered, laughing. " How is it that you men, who are always
accusing us weak women of thinking of nothing else, can never
get the subject of matrimony out of your heads ? Now, uncle,
as you and I may talk confidentially, and at our ease, I'll tell
you two things. I like my present spinster life very well — I
should like it better, I think, if it were in the country ; but town
or country, I don't think I should ever like a married life. I
don't think I'm fit for command."

" Command ! I thought the prayer-book said somethir
about obeying, on the contrary," said Uncle David.

" You know what I mean. I'm not fit to rule a household
and I am afraid I am a little idle, and I should not like to hav
it to do — and so I could never do it well."

" Nevertheless, when the right man comes, he need bi
beckon with his finger, and away you go, Miss Alice, anc
undertake it all."

" So we are whistled away, like poodles for a walk, and ihz
kind of thing ! Well, I suppose, uncle, you are right, though
I can't see that I'm quite so docile a creature. Butifmypoc
sex is so willing to be won, I don't know how you are to excus
your solitary state, considering how very .little trouble it wot
have taken to make some poor creature happy."

The Party in the Dining-Room. 99

" A very fair retort ! " laughed Uncle David. And he added,
in a changed tone, for a sudden recollection of his own early
fortunes crossed him — "But even when the right man does
come, it does not always follow, Miss Alice, that he dares
make the sign ; fate often interposes years, and in them
death may come, and so the whole card-castle falls."

" I've had a long talk," he resumed, " with Richard ; he has
made me promises, and I hope he will be a better boy for the
future. He has been getting himself into money troubles, and
acquiring — I'm afraid I should say cultivating — a taste for play.
I know you have heard something of this before ; I told you
myself. But he has made me promises, and I hope, for your
sake, he'll keep them ; because, you know, I and your father
can't last for ever, and he ought to take care of you ; and how
can he do that, if he's not fit to take care of himself? But I
believe there is no use in thinking too much about what is to
come. One has enough to do in the present. I think poor
Lady May has been disappointed," he said, with a very cautious
smile, his eye having glanced for a moment on her ; " she looks
a little forlorn, I think."

"Does she? And why?"

"Well, they say she would not object to be a little more
nearly related to you than she is."

"You can't mean papa — or yourself '/"

" Oh, dear, no ! " he answered, laughing. tt I mean that she
misses Dick a good deal."

" Oh, dear ! uncle, you can't be serious ! "

" It might be a very serious affair for her ; but I don't
know that he could do a wiser thing. The old quarrel is still
raging, he tells me, and that he can't appear in this house."

" It is a great pity," said she.

" Pity ! Not at all. They never could agree ; and it is much
better for Dick they should not — on the terms Reginald pro-
poses, at least. I see Lady May trying to induce you to make
her the sign at which ladies rise, and leave us poor fellows to
shift for ourselves."

" Ungallant old man ! I really believe she is."

And in a moment more the ladies were floating from the
room, Vivian Darnley standing at the door. Somehow he could
not catch Alice's eye as they passed ; she was smiling an
answer to some gabble of Lady May's. Grace gave him a very
kind look with her fine eyes as she went by ; and so the young
man, who had followed them up the massive stairs with his
gaze, closed the door and sat down again, before his claret
glass, and his little broken cluster of grapes, and half-dozen dis-
tracted bits of candied fruit, and sighed deeply.

" That murder in the City that you were speaking of just now

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to Lady May is a serious business for men who walk the streets,
as I do sometimes, with money in their pockets,'' said David
Arden, addressing Mr. Longcluse.

'• So it struck me — one feels that instinctively. When I saw
that poor little good-natured fellow dead, and thought how easily
I might have walked in there myself, with the assassin behind
me, it seemed to me simply the turn of a die that the lot had
not fallen upon me," said Longcluse.

"He was robbed, too, wasn't he?" croaked Sir Reginald,
who was growing tired ; and with his fatigue came evidences of
his temper.

" Oh, yes," said David ; "nothing left in his pockets."

" And Laroque, a watchmaker, a relation of his, said he had
cheques about him, and foreign money," said Longcluse ; " but,
of course, the cheques were not presented, and foreign money
is not easily traced in a big town like London. I made him a
present often pounds to stake on the game ; I could not learn
that he did stake it, and I suppose the poor fellow intended
applying it in some more prudent way. But my present was in
gold, and that, of course, the robber applied without apprehen-
sion."

" Now, you fellows who have a stake in the City, it is a
scandal your permitting such a state of things to continue,"
said Sir Reginald; "because, though your philanthropy may
not be very diffuse, each of you cares most tenderly for one
individual at least in the human race — I mean self—and what-
ever you may think of personal morality, and even life — for you
don't seem to me to think a great deal of grinding operatives in
the cranks of your mills, or blowing them up by bursting steam-
boilejrs, to say nothing of all the people you poison with adul-
terated food, or with strychnine in beer, or with arsenic in
candles, or pretty green papers for bed-rooms — or smash or
burn alive on railways — yet you should, on selfish grounds, set
your faces against a system of assassination for pocket-books
and purses, the sort of things precisely you have always about
you. Don't you see ? And it's inconsistent besides, because,
as I said, although you care little for life — other people's, I
mean — in the abstract, yet you care a great deal for property.
I think it's your idol, by Jove ! and worshipping money — posi-
tively "worshipping it, as you do, it seems a scandalous incon-
sistency that you should — of course, I don't mean you two
individually,'.' he said, perhaps recollecting that he might be
going a little too fast ; " you never, of course, fancied that. I
mean, of course, the class of men we have all heard of, or seen
— but I do say, with that sort of adoration for money and
property, I can't understand their allowing their pockets to
profaned and their purses made away with,"

The Party in the Dining-Room. 101

Sir Reginald, having thus delivered himself with considerable
asperity, poured some claret into his glass, and pushed the jugs
on to his brother, and then, closing his eyes, composed himself
either to listen or to sleep.

" City or country, East End or West End, I fancy we are all
equally anxious to keep other people's hands out of our pockets,"
said David Arden ; " and I quite agree with Mr. Longcluse in all
he is reported to have said with respect to our police system."

" But is it so certain that the man was robbed ? " said Vivian
Darnley.

" Everything he had about him was taken," said Mr. Long-
cluse.

" But they pretend to rob men sometimes, when they murder
them, only to conceal the real motive," persisted Vivian
Darnley.

"Yes, that's quite true; but then there must be some motive,"
said Mr. Longcluse, with something a little supercilious in his
smile : " and it isn't easy to conceive a motive for murdering a
poor little good-natured letter of lodgings, a person past the
time of life when jealousy could have anything to do with it,
and a most inoffensive and civil creature. I confess, if I \vere
obliged to seek a motive other than the obvious one, for the
crime, I should be utterly puzzled."

" When I was travelling in Prussia," said Vivian Darnley, " I
saw two people in different prisons — one a woman, the other a
middle-aged man — both for murder. They had been lound
guilty, and had been kept there only to get a confession from
them before execution. They won't put culprits to death there,
you know, unless they have first admitted their guilt ; and one
of these had actually confessed. Well, each had borne an un-
exceptionable character up to the time when suspicion was acci-
dentally aroused, and then it turned out that they had been
poisoning and otherwise making away with people, at the rate
of two or three a year, for half their lives. Now, don't you see,
these masked assassins, having, as it appeared, absolutely no
intelligible motive, either of passion or of interest, to commit
these murders, could have had no inducement, as the woman
had actually confessed, except a sort of lust of murder. I sup-
pose it is a sort of madness, but these people were not otherwise
mad ; and it is quite possible that the same sort of thing may
be going on in other places. People say that the police would
have got a clue to the mystery by means of the foreign coin
and the bank-notes, if they had not been destroyed."

" But there are traces of organisation," said Mr. Longcluse.
" In a crowded place like that, such things could hardly be
managed without it, and insanity such as you describe is very
lirare ; and you'll hardly get people to believe in a swell-mob of

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madmen, committing murder in concert simply for the pleasure
of homicide. They will all lean to a belief in the coarse but
intelligible motive of the highwayman."

" I saw in the newspapers," said David Arden, " some
evidence of yours, Mr. Longcluse, which seemed rather to
indicate a particular man as the murderer."

" I have my eye upon him,'' said Longcluse. " There are
suspicious circumstances. The case in a little time may begin
to clear ; at present the police are only groping."

"That's satisfactory; and those fellows are paid so hand-
somely for groping," said Sir Reginald, opening his eyes sud-
denly. " I believe that we are the worst-governed and the
worst-managed people on earth, and that our merchants and
tradespeople are rich simply by flukes — simply by a concur-
rence of lucky circumstances, with which they have no more
to do than Prester John or the Man in the Moon. Take a
little claret, Mr. Longcluse, and send it on."

" No more, thanks."

And all the guests being of the same mind, they marched up
the broad stairs to the ladies.

CHAPTER XIX.
IN MRS. TANSEY'S ROOM.

j|HERE were solinds of music and laughter faintly
audible through the drawing-room door. The music
ceased as the door opened, and the gentlemen
entered an atmosphere of brilliant light, and fragrant
with the pleasant aroma of tea.

" Pray, Miss Arden, don't let us interrupt you," said Mr.
Longcluse. " I thought I heard singing as we came up the
stairs." He had come to the piano, and was now at her side.

She did not sing or play, but Vivian Darnley thought that
her conversation with Longcluse, as, with one knee on his
chair, he leaned over the back of it and talked, seemed more
interesting than usual.

" I say, Reginald," said David Arden softly to his brother,
" I must run down and pay Martha Tansey my usual visit.
She's in her room, I suppose. I'll steal away and return
quietly."

And so he was gone. He closed the door softly behind him,
and slowly descended the wide staircase, with many vague
conjectures and images revolving in his mind. He paused at
the great window on the landing, and looked out upon the
solemn and familiar landscape. A brilliant moon was high in
the sky, and the stars glimmered brightly. His hand was on
the window as he looked out, thinking.

Uncle David was a man impulsive, prompt, sanguine — a
temperament, in short, which, directed by an able intellect,
would have made a good general. When an idea had got into
his head, he could not rest until he had worked it out. On
the whole, throughout his life these fits of sudden and feverish
concentration had been effective, and aided his fortunes. It
is, perhaps, an unbusiness-like temperament ; but commercial
habits and example had failed to control that natural ardour,
and when once inflamed, it governed his actions implicitly.

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An idea, very vague, very little the product of reason, had
now taken possession of his brain, and he relied upon it as an
intuition. He had been thinking over it. It first warmed,
then simmered, then, as it were, boiled. The process had been
one of an hour and more, as he sat at his brother's table and
took his share in the conversation. When the steam got up
and the pressure rose to the point of action, forth went Uncle
David to have his talk with his early • friend Tansey. He
stopped, as I have said, at the great window on the staircase,
and looked out and up. The moon was splendid ; the stars
were glimmering brightly ; they looked down like a thousand
eyes set upon him, to watch the prowess and perseverance of
the man on whom fate had imposed a mission.

Some idea like this seized him, for, like many men of a
similar temperament, he had an odd and unconfessed vein of
poetry in his nature. He had looked out and up in a listless
abstraction, and the dark heaven above him, brilliant with its
eternal lights, had for a moment withdrawn and elevated his
thoughts as if he had entered a cathedral.

" What specks and shadows we are, and how eternal is
duty ! And if we are in another place to last like those un-
failing lights — to become happy or wretched, and, in either
state, indestructible for ever — what signify the labour and
troubles of life, compared with that by which our everlasting
fate is fixed ? God help us ! Am I consulting revenge or
conscience in pursuing this barren inquiry ? Do I mistake for
the sublime impulse of conscience a vulgar thirst for blood ?
I think not. I never harboured malice ; I hate punishing
people. But murder is a crime against God himself, respect-
ing which he imposes duties upon man, and seconds them by
all the instincts of affection. Dare I neglect them, then, in the
case of poor loving Harry, my brother?"

The drawing-room door had been opened a little, the night
being sultry, and through it now came the clear tones of a
well-taught baritone. It was singing a slow and impassioned
air, and its tones, though sweet, chilled him with a strange
pain. It seemed like instinct that told him it was the stranger's
voice. One moment's thought would have proved it equally.
There was no one else present to suspect but Vivian Darnley,
and he was no musician ; but to David Arden it seemed that
if a hundred people were there he should have felt it all the
same, and intuitively recognised it as Longcluse's voice.

" What is it in that voice which is so hateful ? What is it in
that passion which sounds insincere ? What gives to those
sweet tones a latent discord, that creeps so coldly through my
nerves ? "

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window-sash, he listened and turned toward the open door,
with a frown akin to one of pain.

Spell-bound, he listened till the song was over, and sighed
and shook his ears with a sort of shudder when the music
ceased.

"I don't know why I stayed to listen. Face — voice — what
is the agency about that fellow ? I daresay I'm a fool, but I
can't help it, and I must bring the idea to the test."

He descended the stairs slowly, crossed the hall, and walked
thoughtfully down the passage leading to the housekeeper's
room. At this hour the old woman had it usually to herself.
He knocked at the housekeeper's door, and recognised the
familiar voice that answered.

"How do you do, Martha?" said he, striding cheerily into
the room.

" Ah ! Master David ? So it is, sure ! "
"Ay, sure and sure, Martha," said he, taking the old woman's
hand, with his kind smile. "And how are you, Martha ? Tell
me how you are."

" I won't say much. I'm not so canty as you'll mind me.
I'm an old wife now, Master David, and not much for this
world, I'm thinking'," she answered dolorously.

" You may outlive much younger people, Martha ; we are all
in the hands of God," said David, smiling. " It seems to me
but yesterday that I and poor Harry used to run in here to
you from our play in the grounds, and you had always a bit of
something for us hungry fellows to eat, come when we might."

"Ah, ha ! Yes, ye were hungry fellows then — spirin' up, fine
tall lads. Reginald was never like ye ; he was seven years
older than you. And hungry ? Yes ! The cold turkey and
ham, ye mind — by Jen ! I have seen ye eat hearty ; and pan-
cakes— ye liked them best of all. And it went a' into a good
skin. I will say — you and Master Harry (God be wi' him!) a
fine, handsome pair o' lads ye were. And you're a handsome
fellow still, Master David, and might have married well, no
doubt ; but man proposes and God disposes, and time and tide
'11 wait for no man, and what's one man's meat's another man's
poison. Who knows and all may be for the best ? And that
Mr. Longcluse is dining here to-day?" she added, not very
coherently, and with a sudden gloom.

" Yes, Martha, that Mr. Longcluse is dining here to-day ;
and Master Dick tells me you did not fall in love with him at
first sight, when they paid you a visit here. Is that true ?"

" I don't know. I don't know what. The sight of him — or
the sound of his voice, I don't know which — gave me a turn,"
said the old woman.
" Well, Martha, I don't like his face, either. He gave me,

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also, what you call a turn. He's very pale, and I felt as if I
had been frightened by him when I was a child ; and yet he
must be some five and twenty years younger than I am, and
I'm almost certain I never saw him before. So I say it must
be something that's no' canny as you used to say. What do
you think, Martha?"

" Ye may be funnin', Master David. Ye were always a
canty lad. But it's o'er true. I can't bring to mind what it is
— I can't tell — but something in that man's face gev me a sten.
I conceited I was just goin' to swound ; and he looked sa
straight at me, like a ghost."

" Master Richard says you looked very hard at Mr. Long-
cluse ; you had both a good stare at each other," said Uncle
David. " He thought there was going to be a recognition."

" Did I ? "Well, no : I don't know him, I think. "Tis all a
jummlement, like. I couldn't bring nout to mind."

"I know, Martha, you liked poor Harry well," said David
Arden, not with a smile, but with a very sad countenance.

" That I did," said Mrs. Tansey.

" And I think you like me, Martha ? "

" Ye're not far wrong there, Master David."

" And for both our sakes — for mine and his, for the dead no
less than the living — I am sure you won't allow any thought of
trouble, or nervousness, or fear of lawyers' browbeating, or
that sort of thing, to deter you from saying, wherever and
whenever justice may require it, everything you know or
suspect respecting that dreadful occurrence."

" The death o' Master Harry, ye mean ! " exclaimed Mrs.
Tansey sternly, drawing herself up on a sudden, with a pale
frown, and looking full at him. "Me to hide or hold back
aught that could bring the truth to light ! Oh ! Master David,
do you know what ye're sayin' ? "

" Perfectly," said he, with a melancholy smile ; " and I am
glad it vexes you, Martha, because I need no answer on that
point more than your honest voice and face.''

" Keep back aught, man ! " she repeated, striking her hand
on the table. "Why, lad, I'd lose that old hand under the
chopper for one gliff o' the truth into that damned story.
Why, lawk ! where's yer head, boy ? Wasn't I maist killed
myself, for sake o' him that night?"

"Ay, Martha, brave girl, I'm satisfied; and I ask your
pardon for the question. But years bring alteration, you
know ; and I'm changed in mind myself in many ways I never
could have believed. And everyone doesn't see with me that
it is our duty to explore a crime like that, to track the villain,
if we can, and bring him to justice. You do, Martha ; but
there are many in whose veins poor Harry's blood is running.

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who don't feel like you. Master Richard said that the gentle-
man looked as if he did not know what to make of you ; ' and,
by Jove ! ' said he, '/ didn't either — Martha stared so.'"

" I couldn't help. 'Twas scarce civil ; but truly I couldn't,
Sir," said Martha Tansey, who had by this time recovered her
equanimity. "He did remind me of summat."

"We will talk of that by-and-by, Martha; we will try to
recall it. What I want you first to tell me is exactly your
recollection of the lamentable occurrence of that night. I
have a full note of it at home ; but I have not looked at it for
years, and I want my recollection confirmed to-night, that you
and I may talk over some possibilities which I should like to
examine with your help."

•' I can talk of it now," said the old woman ; " but for many
a year after it happened I dare not. 1 could not sleep for
many a night after I told it to anyone. But now I can bear it.
So, Master David, you may ask what you please."

" First let me hear your recollection of what happened," said
David Arden.

"Ay, Master David, that I will. Sit ye down, for my old
bones won't carry me standing no time now, and sit I must.
Right well ye're lookin', and right glad am I to see it, Master
David ; and ye were always a handsome laddie. God bless ye,
and God be wi' the old times ! And poor Master Harry — poor
laddie ! — I liked him well. You two looked beautiful, walkin1
up to t' house together — two conny, handsome boys ye were."

CHAPTER XX.
MRS. TANSEY'S STORY.

j]HE sun don't touch these windows till nigh night-
fall. In the short days o' winter, the last sunbeam
at the settin' just glints along the wall, and touches
a sprig or two o' them scarlet geraniums on the
windastone. 'Tis a cold room, Master David. In summer
evenins, like this, ye have just a chilly flush o' the sun' settin',
and, before it's well on the windas, the bats and beetles is abroad,
and the moth is flittin', and the gloamin' fa's," said the old
woman. " The windas looks to the west, but also a bit to the
north, \ e'll mind, and that's the cause o't. I don't complain. I
ha' suffered it these thirty years and more, and 'tain't worth
while, for the few years that's left, makin' a blub and a blither
about it. I'm an old wife now, Master David, and there can't
be many more years for me left aboon the grass, sa I e'en let be
and taks the world easy, ye see ; and that's the reason I aye
keep a bit o' wood burnin' on the hearth — it keeps the life in
my old bones — and I hope it ain't too warm for you, Master
David?"

" Not a bit, Martha. This side of the house is cool. I re-
member that our room, when we were boys, looked out from it,
high up, you recollect, and it never was hot."

"That's it, ye were in the top o' the house ; and poor Harry,
wi' his picturs o' horses and dogs hangin' up on the wa's. Lawk !
it seems but last week. How the years flits ! I often thinks of
him. See what a moon there is to-night. 'Twas just such a
moon that night, only frostier, ye see — the same clear sky and
bright moon ; 'twould make ye wink to look at. Ye're not too
hot wi' that bit o' wood lightin' in the grate ? "

" I like the fire, Martha, and I like the moon, and I like your
company best of all,*'

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The truth was, he did like the flicker of the wood fire. The
flame was cheery, and took off something of the dismal shadow
that stole over everything whenever he applied his affectionate
mind to the horrors of the dreadful night on which he was now
ruminating. One of the window-shutters was open, and the
chill brilliancy of the moon, and the deep blue sky, were serenely
visible over the black foreground of trees. The wavering of the
redder light of the fire, as its reflection spread and faded upon
the wainscot, was warm and pleasant ; and, had their talk been
of less ghastly things, would have brightened their thoughts with
a sense of comfort.

" I have not very long to stay, Martha," said David Arden,
looking at his watch, "so tell me your recollection as accurately
as you can. Let me hear that first ; and then I want to ask
you for some particular information, which I am sure you can
give me."

" Why not ? Who should I give it sooner to ? Will ye take
a cup o' coffee? No. Well, a glass o' curagoa? No. And
what will ye take ? "

" You forget that I have taken everything, and come to you
with all my wants supplied. So now, dear Martha, let me hear
it all."

" I'll tell ye all about it. I was younger and stronger, mind,
than I am now, by twenty years and more. 'Tis a short time to
look back on, but a good while passing, and leaves many a gap
and change, and many a scar and wrinkle."

There was a palpable tremble always in Mrs. Tansey's voice,
in the thin hand she extended towards him, and in the head
from which her old eyes glittered glassily on him.

" The road is very lonely by night — the loneliest road in all
England. When it passes ten o'clock, you might listen till cock-
crow for a footfall. Well, I, and Thomas Ridley, and Anne
Haslett, was all the people at Mortlake just then, the family
being in the North, except Master Harry. He went to a race
across country, that was run that day ; and he told me, laughing,
he would not ask me to throw an old shoe after him, as he stood
sure to win two thousand pounds. And away he went, little
thinking, him and me, how our next meetin' would be. At that
time old Tom Clinton — ye'll mind Clinton ?"

" To be sure I do," acquiesced David Arden.

" Well, Tom was in the gatehouse then ; after he died, his
daughter's husband got it, ye know. And when he had out-
stayed his time by two hours — for he was going northwards in
the morning, and told me he'd be surely back before ten — I be-
gan to grow frightened, and I put on my bonnet and cloak, and
down 1 runs to the gatehouse, and knocks up Tom Clinton. It
was nigh twelve o'clock then. When Tom came to the door,

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having dressed in haste, I said, ' Tom, which way will Master
Harry return ? he's not been since.' And says Tom, 'If he's
comin' straight from the course, hell come down from the
country ; but if he's dinin' instead in London, he'll come up the
Islington way.' 'Well,' said I, 'go you, Tom, to the turn o' the
road, and look and listen for sight or sound, and bring me word.'
I don't know what was frightenin' me. He was often later, and
I never minded ; but something that night was on my mind,
like a warning, for I couldn't get the fear out o' my heart. Well,
who comes ridin' back but Dick Wallock, the groom, that had
drove away with him in the gig in the mornin' ; and glad I was
to see his face at the gate. It was bright moonlight, and says I,
'Dick, how is Master Harry? Is all well with him?' So he
tells me, ay, all was well, and he goin' to drive the gig cut him-
self from town. He was at a place— you'll mind the name of it
— where it turned out they played cards and dice, and won and
lost like — like fools, or worse, as some o' them no doubt was.
'Well,' says I, 'go you up, as he told you, with the horse, and
111 stay here till he comes back, if it wasn't till daybreak.' For
all the time, ye see, my heart misgave me that there w as summat
bad to happen ; and when Tom Clinton came back, says I,
'Tom, you go in, and get to your room, and let me sit down in
your kitchen ; and I'll let him in when he comes, for I can't go
up to the house, nor close an eye, till he comes.' Well, it was a
full hour after, and I was sittin' in the kitchen window that looks
out on the road, starin' wide awake, and lookin', now one way
and now another, up and down, when I hears the clink of a
footfall on the stones, and a tall, ill-favoured man walks slowly
by. and turns his face toward the window as he passed."

"You saw him distinctly, then ?" said David.

"As plain as ever I saw you. An ill-favoured fellow in a
light drab great coat wi' a cape to it. He looked white wi' fear,
and wild big eyes, and a high hooked nose — a tall chap wi' his
hands in his pockets, and a low-crowned hat on. He went on
slow, till a whistle sounded, and then he ran down the road a
bit toward the signal."

"That was toward the Islington side ?"

"Ay, Sir, and I grew more uneasy. I was scared wi' the sight
o' such a man at that time o' night, in that lonesome place, anc"
the whistlin' and runnin'."

"Did you see the same man again that night?" asked
David.

" Yes, 'twas the same I saw afterwards — Lord ha' mercy on
us ! I saw him again, at his murderin' work. Oh, Master
David ! it makes my brain wild, and my skin creep, to think o'
that sight."

" 1 did wrong to interrupt you j tell it your own way, M<

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and I can afterwards ask you the questions that lie near my
heart," said Mr. Arden.

"'Tis easy told, Sir ; the candle was burnt down almost in the
socket, and I went to look out another — but before I could find
one, it went out. 'Twas but a stump I found and lighted, after
I saw that fellow in the light drab surtout go by. I wished to
let them know, if they had any ill design, there was folks awake
in the lodge. But he was gone by before I found the matches,
and now that he was comin' again, the candle went out — things
goes so cross. It was to be, ye see. Well, while I was rum-
magin' about, looking for a candle, I heard the sound of a horse
trotting hard, and wheels rollin' along ; so says I, 'Thank God !"
for then I was sure it must be Harry, poor lad. So I claps on
my bonnet, and out wi' me, wi' t' key. I thought I heard voices,
as the hoofs and wheels came clinkin' up to the gate ; but I
could not be quite sure. I was huffed wi' Master Harry for the
long wait he gev me, and the fright, and I took my time comin'
round the corner of the gatehouse. And thinks I to myself, he'll
be offerin' me a seat in the gig up to the house, but I won't take
it. God forgi'e me for them angry thoughts to the poor laddie
that I was never to have a word wi' more ! When I came to
the gate there was never a call, and nothing but voices talking
and gaspin' like, under their breath a'most, and a queer scufflin'
sound, that I could not make head nor tail on. So I unlocked
the wicket, and out wi' me, and, Lord ha' mercy on us, what a
sight for me ! The gig was there, with its shafts on the ground,
and its back cocked up, and the iron-grey flat on his side, lashin'
and scrambling poor brute, and two villains in the gig, both
pullin' at poor Master Harry, one robbin', and t'other murderin'
him. I took one o' them — a short, thick fellow — by the skirt o'
his coat, to drag him out, and I screamed for Tom Clinton to
come out. The short fellow turned, and struck at me wi' some-
thin' ; but, lucky for me, 'appen, the lashin' horse that minute
took rtve on the foot, and brought me down. But up I scrambles
wi' a stone in my hand, and I shied it, the best I could, at the
head o' the villain that was killin' Master Harry. But what can
a woman do ? It did not go nigh him, I'm thinkin'. I was, all
the time, calling on Tom to come, and cryin' ' Murder ! " that
you'd think my throat'd split. That bloody wretch in the gig
had got poor Master Harry's head back over the edge of it, and
his knee to his chest, a-strivin' to break his neck across the
back-rails ; and poor dear lad, Master Harry, he just scritched,
' Yelland Mace ! for God's sake ! " They were the last words I
ever heard from him, and I'll never forget that horrid^ scritch,
nor the face of the villain that was over him, like a beast over
its prey. He was tuggin' at his throat, like you'd be tryin' to
tear up a tree by the roots— you never see such a face, His

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teeth was set, and the froth comin' through, and his black eye*
brows screwed together, you'd think they'd crack the thin
hooked nose of him between them, and he pantin' like a wild
beast. He looked like a madman, I tell you ; 'twas bright moon-
light, and the trees bare, and the shadows of the branches was
switchin' across his face."

"You saw that face distinctly?" asked David Arden.

"As clear as yours this minute."

"Now tell me— and think first — was he a bit like that Mr.
Longcluse whose appearance startled you the other evening ? '*
asked Mr. Arden, in a very low tone, with his eyes fixed on her
intensely.

" No, no, no ! not a bit. He had a small mouth and white
teeth, and a great beak of a nose. No, no, no ! not he. I saw
him strike somethin' that shone — a knife or a dagger — into the
poor lad's throat, and he struck it down at my head, as you
know, and I mind nothin' after that. I'll carry the scar o' that
murderer's blow to my grave. There's the whole story, and
God forgi'e ye for asking me, for it gi'es me t' creepins for a
week after ; and I didn't conceit 'twould 'a' made me sa excited,
Sir, or I would not 'a' bargained to tell it to-night — not that I
blame ye, Master David, for I thought, myself, that I could bear
it better — and I do believe, as I have gone so far in it, 'tis better
to make one job of it, and a finish. So ye'll ask me any ques-
tion ye like, and I'll make the best answer I can ; only, Mast
David, ye'll not be o'er long about it ? "

"You are a good creature, Martha. I am sorry to pain
you, but I pain myself, and you know why I ask these
questions."

"Ay, Sir, and I'd rather hear ye ask them than see you sit as
easy under all that as some does, that owed the poor fellow as
much love as ever you did, and were as near akin."

" I am puzzled, Martha, and hitherto I have been baffled, but
I won't give it up yet. You say that the wretch who struck you
was a singular-looking man, at least as you describe him. I
know, Martha, I can rely upon your caution — you will not repeat
to any one what passes in our interview." He lowered his voice.
" You do not think that this Mr. Longcluse — a rich gentleman,
you know and a person who thinks he's of some consequence, a
person whom we must not look at, you know, as if he had two
heads — you really don't think that this Mr. Longcluse has any
• resemblance to the villain whom you saw stab my brother, and
who struck you ? "

" Not he — no more than I have. No, no, Mr. Longcluse is
quite another sort of face ; but for all that, when he came in
here, and I saw him before me,kis face and his speech reminded
me of that night."

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Mrs. Tansey's *tory. 113

" How was that, Martha ? Did he resemble the other man —
the man who was aiding ? "

" That fellow was hanged, ye'll mind, Master David."

" Yes, but a likeness might have struck and startled you."

"No, Sir — no, Master David, not him; surely not him. I
can't bring it to mind, but it frightens me. It is queer, Sir. All
I can say for certain is this, Master David. The minute I heard
his voice, and got sight of his face, like that," and she dropped
her hand on the table, " the thought of that awful night came
back, bright and cold, Sir, and them black shadows — 'twas all
about me, I can't tell how, and I hope I may never see him
again."

" Do you think there was another man by, besides the two
villains in the gig ?" suggested David Arden.

" Not a living soul except them and myself. Poor Master
Harry said to Tom Clinton, ye'll mind, for he lived half-an-hour
after, and spoke a little, though faint and with great labour, and
says he, ' There were two : Yelland Mace killed me, and Tom
Todry took the money.' Tom Clinton heard him say that, and
swore to it before the justice o' peace, and after, on the trial.
No, no, there wasn't a soul there but they two villains, and the
poor dear lad they murdered, and me and Tom Clinton, that
might as well 'a' bin in York for any good we did. Oh, no,
Heaven forbid I should be so unmannerly as to compare a
gentleman like Mr. Longcluse to such folk as that ! Oh, la.vk,
no, Sir ! But there's something, there's a look — or a sound in
his voice — I can't get round it quite — but it reminds me of
something about that night, with a start like, I can't tell how —
something unlucky and awful — ar.d I would not see him again
for a deal.J1

" Well, Martha, a thousand thanks. I'm puzzled, as I said.
Perhaps it is only something strange in his face that caused that
odd misgiving. For / who saw but one of the wretches
engaged in the crime, the man who was convicted, who certainly
did not in the slightest degree resemble Mr. Longcluse,
experienced the same unpleasant sensation on first seeing him.
I don't know how it is, Martha, but the idea clings to me, as it
does to you. Some light may come. Something may turn up.
I can't get it out of my mind that somehow — it may be
circuitously — he has, at least, got the thread in his fingers that
may lead us right. Good-night, Martha. I have got the Bible
with large print you wished for ; I hope you will like the binding.
And now, God bless you ! It is time I should bid them good-
night up-stairs. Farewell, my good old friend." And, so
saying, he shook her hard and shrivelled hand.

His steps echoed along the long tiled passage, with its one dim
light, and his mind was still haunted by its one obscure

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"It is strange," he thought, "that Martha and I — the only
two living persons, I believe, who care still for poor Harry, and
fee) alike respecting the expiation that is due to his memory —
should both have been struck with the same odd feeling on
seeing Longcluse. From that white sinister face, it seems to
me, I know not why, will shine the light that will yet clear all
up."

CHAPTER XXI.

A WALK BY MOONLIGHT.

j]HILE Martha Tansey was telling her grisly story in
the housekeeper's room, and David Arden listening
to the oft-told tale, for the sake of the possible new
lights which the narration might throw upon his
present theory, the little party in the drawing-room had their
music and their talk. Mr. Longcluse sang the song which,
standing beside Uncle David on the landing, near the great
window on the staircase, we have faintly heard ; and then he
sang that other song, of the goblin wooer, at Alice's desire.

"Was the poor girl fool enough to accept his invitation?"
inquired Miss Maubray.

" That I really can't say," laughed Mr. Longcluse.

" Yes, indeed, poor thing ! I so hope she didn't," said Lady
May.

" It's very likely she did," interposed Sir Reginald, opening
his eyes — every one thought he was dozing — "nothing more
foolish, and therefore, nothing more likely. Besides, if she
didn't, she probably did worse. Better to go straight to
the "

" Oh, dear Reginald ! " exclaimed Lady May.

" Than by a tedious circumbendibus. I suppose her parents
highly disapproved of the goblin ; wasn't that alone an
excellent reason for going away with him?''

And Sir Reginald closed his eyes again.

" Perhaps," said Miss Maubray aside to Vivian Darnley,
" that romantic young lady may have had a cross papa, and
thought that she could not change very much for the worse."

" Shall I tell that to Sir Reginald ? — it would amuse him,"
inquired Darnley.

" Not as my remark ; but I make you a present of it."

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u Thanks ; but that, even with your permission, would be a
plagiarism, and robbing you of his applause."

Vivian Darnley was very inattentive to his own nonsense.
He was talking very much at random, for his mind, and
occasionally his eyes, were otherwise occupied.

Alice Arden was sitting near the piano, and talking to Mr.
Longcluse.

"Is that meant to be a ghost, I wonder, in our sense, like the
ghost ot" Wilhelm in the ballad of Leonora? or is the lover a
demon ? "

"A demon, surely," answered Longcluse, "a spirit appointed
to her destruction. In an old ghostly writer there is a Latin
sentence, Unicuique nascenti, adest dcsmon vitce mystagogus,
which I will translate, ' There is present at the birth of every
human being a demon, who is the conductor of his life.' Be it
fortunate, or be it direful, to this supernatural influence he owes
it all. So they thought ; and to families such a demon is
allotted also, and they prosper or wane as his function is
ordained. I wonder whether such demons ever enter into
human beings, and, in the shape of living men, haunt, plague,
and ruin their predestinated victims."

This sort of mysticism for a time they talked, and then
wandered away to other themes, and the talk grew general ; and
Mr. Longcluse, with a pang, discovered that it was late. He
had something on his mind that night. He had an undivulged
use, also, to which to apply David Arden. As the hour drew
near it weighed more and more heavily at his heart. That hour
must be observed ; he wished to be away before it arrived.
There was still ample time ; but Lady May was now talking of
goin», and he made up his mind to say farewell.

Lingeringly Mr. Longcluse took his leave. But go he must ;
and so, a last touch of the hand, a last look, and the parting is
over. Down-stairs he runs j his groom and his brougham are at
the door. What a glorious moon ! The white light upon all
things around is absolutely dazzling. How sharp and black the
shadows ! How light and filmy rises the old house ! How
black the nooks of the thick ivy ! Every drop of dew that
hangs upon its leaves, or on the drooping stalks of the neglected
grass, is transmuted into a diamond. As he stands for an
instant upon the broad platform of the steps, he looks round
him with a deep sigh, and with a strange smile of rapture. The
man standing with the open door of the brougham in his hand
caught his eye.

" Go you down as far as the little church, before you reach
the ' Guy of Warwick,' in the village, quite close to this — you
know it — and wait there for me. I shall walk."

The man touched his hat *hut the door, and mounted the

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box beside the driver, and away went the brougham. Mr. Long-
cluse lit a cigarette, and slowly walked down the broad avenue
after the vehicle. By the time he had got about half-way, he
heard the iron gates swing together, the sound of the wheels
was lost in distance, and the feeling of seclusion returned. In
the same vague intoxication of poetry and romance, he paused
and looked round again, and sighed. The trunk of a great tree
overthrown in the last year's autumnal gales, with some of its
boughs lopped off, lay on the grass at the edge of the avenue.
There remained a little of his cigarette to smoke, and the
temptation of this natural seat was irresistible ; so he took it,
and smoked, and gazed, and dreamed, and sometimes, as he
took the cigarette from his lips, he sighed — never was man in a
more romantic vein. He looked back on the noble front of the
picturesque old house. The cold moonlight gleamed on most of
the window-panes ; but from a few tall windows glowed faintly
the warmer light of candles. If anyone had ever felt the
piercing storms of life, the treachery of his species, and the
mendacity of the illusions that surround us, Longcluse was that
man. He had accepted the conditions of life, and was a man
of the world ; but no boy of eighteen was ever more in love
than he at this moment.

Gazing back at the dim glow that flushed through the tall
'window-blinds of the distant drawing-room, his fancy weaving
all those airy dreams that passion lives in, this pale, solitary
man — whom no one quite knew, who trusted no one, who had
his peculiar passions, his sorrows, his fears, and strange remem-
brances ; everything connected with his origin, vicissitudes, and
character, except this one wild hope, locked up, as it were, in an
iron casket, and buried in a grave fathoms deep — was now
floated back, he knew not how, to that time of sweet perturba-
tion and agonising hope at which the youth of Shakespeare's
time were wont to sigh like a furnace, and indite woeful ballads
to their mistress's eyebrows. Now he saw lights in an upper
room. Imagination and conjecture were in a moment at work.
No servant's apartment, its dimensions were too handsome ; and
had not Sir Reginald mentioned that his room was upon a level
with the hall ? Just at this moment Lady May's carriage drove
down the avenue and past him. Yes, she had run up direct to
her room on bidding Lady May good night. How he drank in
these rosy lights through his dark eyes ! and how their tremble
seemed to quicken the pulsations of his heart ! Gradually his
thoughts saddened, and his face grew dark.

" Two doors in life — only in this life, if all bishops and curates
speak truth — one or other shut for ever in the next. The gate
to heaven, the gate to hell. Heaven ! Facilis decensus. Life
is such a sophism. Yet even those canting dogs in the pulpit

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can't bark away the truth. God sees not with our eyes !
Revealed religion — Mahomet, Moses, Mormon, Borgia ! What
is the first lesson inscribed by his Maker on every man's heart,
instinct, intellect ? I read the mandate thus : ' Take the best
care you can of number one.' Bah ! ' It is he that hath made
us, and not we ourselves.' "

Uncle David's carriage now drove by.

"There goes that sharp girl — pretty, vain — and they're all
vain ; they ought to be vain ; they could not please if they were
not. Vain she is — devoured, mind, soul, passion, by vanity.
Yes, and power — the lust of power, conquest, acquisition. She's
greedy and crafty, I daresay. Oh ! Alice, who was ever quite
like you ? The most beautiful, the best, my darling ! Oh !
enchantress, work the miracle, and make this forlorn man what
he might be ! "

It passed like a magic-lantern picture, and was gone. The
distant clang of the iron gate was heard again, the avenue was
deserted and silent, and Longcluse once more alone in his
dream. He was looking towards the house, sometimes breaking
into a few murmured words, sometimes smoking, and just as his
cigarette was out he saw a figure approaching. It was Uncle
David, who was walking down the avenue. It so happened that
his mind was at that moment busy with Mr. Longcluse, and it
was with an odd little shock, therefore, that he saw the very
man — whom he fancied by that time to be at least two miles
away — rise up in his path, and stand before him, smiling, in the
moonlight.

"Oh! — Mr. Longcluse?" exclaimed David Arden, coming
suddenly to a halt.

w So it is," said Longcluse, with a little laugh. " You are
surprised to find me here, and I fancied I had seen you
carriage go on."

" So you did ; it is waiting near the gate for me. Can I gi\
you a seat into town ? "

" Thanks," said Longcluse, smiling ; " mine is waiting for
a little further on."

Longcluse walked slowly on toward the gate, with Davit
Arden at his side.

" My ward, Miss Maubray, has gone on with Lady May, anc
Darnley went with them. So I'm not such a brute as I should
be if I were making a young lady wait while I was enjoying the
moonlight."

" It was this wonderful moon that led me, also, into this
night-ramble on foot," said Mr. Longcluse ; " I found tr
temptation absolutely irresistible."

As they thus talked, Mr. Longcluse had formed the resolutior
of choosing that moment for a confidence which, considerir

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how slender was his acquaintance with Mr. David Arden, was,
to say the least, a little bold and odd. They had not very far to
walk before reaching the gate, so, a little abruptly turning the
course of their talk, Mr. Longcluse said, with a chilly little
laugh, and a smile more pallid than ever in the moonlight —

" By-the-bye, we were talking of that shocking occurrence in
the Saloon Tavern ; and connected with it, I have had two
threatening letters."

" Indeed !" said David Arden.

" Fact, I assure you," said Mr. Longcluse, with a shrug and
another cold little laugh.

CHAPTER XXII,

MR. LONGCLUSE MAKES AN ODD CONFIDENCE.

jIAVID ARDEN looked at Mr. Longcluse with a sudden
glance, that was, for a moment, shrinking and sharp.
This confidence connected with such a scene chimed
in, with a harmony that was full of pain, with the
utterly vague suspicions that had somehow got into his im-
agination.

" Yes, and I have been a little puzzled," continued Longcluse.
" They say the man who is his own lawyer has a fool for his
client ; but there are other things besides law to which the spirit
of the canon more strongly still applies. I think you could give
me just the kind of advice I need, if you were not to think my
asking it too great a liberty. I should not dream of doing so if
the matter were simply a private one, and began and ended in
myself ; but you will see in a moment that public interests of
some value are involved, and I am a little doubtful whether the
course 1 am taking is in all respects the right one. I have had
two threatening letters ; would you mind glancing at them ?
The moon is so brilliant, one has no difficulty in reading. This
is the first. And may I ask you, kindly, until I shall have
determined, I hope, with your aid, upon a course, to treat the
matter as quite between ourselves ? I have mentioned it to but
one other person."

"Certainly," said David, "you have a right to your own
terms."

He took the letter and stopped short where he was, unfolding
it. The light was quite sufficient, and he read the odd and
menacing letter which Mr. Longcluse had received a few
evenings before, as we know, at Lady May's. It was to the
following effect :

Mr. Longcluse Makes an Odd Confidence. 121

"SlR, — The unfortunate situation in which you stand, the proof
being so, as you must suppose, makes it necessary for you to act con-
siderately, and no nonsense can be permitted by your well wishers.
The poor man has his conscience all one as as the rich, and must be
cautious as well as him. I can not put myself in no dainger for you,
Sir, nor won't hold back the truth, so welp me. I have heerd tell of
your boote bin took away. I would be happy to lend an and, Sir, to
recover that property. How all will end otherwise I regrett. Knowing
well who it will be that takes so mutch consern for your safety, you
cannot doubt who I am, and if you wishes to meat me quiet to consult,
you need only to name the place and time in the times newspaper,
which I sees it every day. It must be put part in one days times, for
the daite, saying a friend will show on sich a night, and in next days
times for the place, saying the dogs will meet at sich and sich a place,
and it shall hev the attenshen of your

FAST FRENP."

" That's a cool letter, upon my word," said David Arden.
" Have you an idea who wrote it ? "

" Yes, a very good guess. I'll tell you all that if you allow
me, just now. I should say, indeed, an absolute certainty, for
I have had another this afternoon with the name of the writer
signed, and he turns out to be the very man whom I suspected.
Here it is."

David Arden's curiosity was piqued. He took the last note
and read as follows : —

"SiR, — My last Letter must have came to Hand, and you been in
resect of it since the nth instant, has took no Notice thereoff, I have
No wish for justice, as you may Suppose, and has no Fealing against
you Mr. Longcluse Persanelly and to shew you plainly that Such is
the case, I will meet you for an intervue if such is your Wishes in your
Own house, if you should Rayther than name another place. I do
not objeck To one frend been Present providing such Be not a lawyer.
The subjek been Dellicat, I will Attend any hour and Place you
appoint. If you should faile I must put my Proofs in the hands of
the police, for I will take it for a sure sine of guilt if you fail after this
to appoint for a mealing.

"I remain, Sir, Your obedient servent,

"PAUL DAVIES.

" No. 2 Rosemary Court."

" Well, that's pretty frank," said Longcluse, observing that
he had read to the end.

" Extremely. What do you suppose his object to be — to
extort money ?"

" Possibly ; but he may have another object. In any case, he
wants to iiu ke money by this move."

" Very audacious, then. He must know, if he is fit for his

122 Checkmate.

trade, how much risk there is in it ; and his signing his name
and address to his letter, and seeking an interview with a
witness by seems to me utterly infatuated," said David Arden,
with his eye upon Mr. Longcluse.

" So it does, except upon one supposition ; I mean that the
man believes his story," said Mr. Longcluse, walking beside
him, for they had resumed their march towards the gate.

"Really! believes that you committed the murder?"
said Uncle David, again coming to a halt and looking full at
him.

" I can't quite account for it otherwise," said Longcluse ;
" and I think the right course is for me to meet him. But I
have no intimacies in London, and that is my difficulty."

" How? Why don't you arrest him ?" said David Arden.

David Arden had seldom felt so oddly. A quarter-of-an-hour
since, he expected to have been seated in his carriage with his
ward and Vivian Darnley, driving into town in quiet humdrum
fashion, by this time. How like a dream was the actual scene !
Here he was, 'standing on the grass among the noble timber,
under the moonlight, with the pale face beside him which had
begun to haunt him so oddly. The strange smile of his
mysterious companion, the cold tone that jarred sweetly, some-
how, on his ear, lending a sinister eccentricity to the extra-
ordinary confession he was making.

In this situation, which had come about almost unaccountably,
there was a strange feeling of unreality. Was this man, from
whom he had felt an indescribable repulsion, now by his side,
and drawing him, in this solitude, into a mysterious confidence ?
and had not this confidence an unacountable though distant
relation to the vague suspicions that had touched his mind ?
With a little effort he resumed, —

" I beg pardon, but if the case were mine I should put the
letters at once into the hands of the police and prosecute him."

" Precisely my own first impulse. But the letters are more
cautiously framed than you might at first sight suppose. I
should be placed in an awkward position were my prosecution
to fail. / am obliged to think of this because, although I am
nothing to the public, I am a good deal to myself. But I've
resolved to take a course not less bold, though less public. I
am determined to meet him face to face with an unexceptionable
witness present, and to discover distinctly whether he acts
from fraud or delusion, and then to proceed accordingly. I
have communicated with him."

"Oh, really!"

" Yes, I was clear I ought to meet him, but I would consent
to nothing with an air of concealment."

" I think you were right, Sir."

Mr, Longcluse Makes an Odd Confidence. 123

" He wanted our meeting by night on board a Thames
boat ; then in a dilapidated house in Southwark ; then in
a deserted house that is to be let in Thames Street ; but I
named my own house, in Bolton Street, at half-past twelve to-
night."

"Then you really wish to see him. I suppose you have
thought it well over ; but I am always for taking such
miscreants promptly by the throat. However, as you say,
cases differ, and I daresay you are well advised."

"And now may I venture a request, which, were it not for
two facts within my knowledge, I should not presume to make ?
But I venture it to you, who take so special an interest in
this case, because you have already taken trouble and, like
myself, contributed money to aid the chances of discovery ;
and because only this evening you said you would bestow
more labour, more time, and more money with pleasure
to procure the least chance of an additional light upon
it : now it strikes me as just possible that the writer of those
letters may be, to some extent, honest. Though utterly mis-
taken about me, still he may have evidence to give, be it worth
much or little ; and so, Mr. Arden, having the pleasure of being
known to some members of your family, although till to-night
by name only to you, I beg as a great kindness to a man in a
difficulty, and possibly in the interests of the public, that you
will be so good as to accompany me, and be present at the
interview, that cannot be so well conducted before any other
witness whom I can take with me."

David Arden paused for a moment, but independently quite
of his interest in this case : he felt a strange curiosity about
this pale man, whose eyes from under their oblique brows
gleamed back the cold moonlight ; while a smile, the character
of which a little puzzled him, curled his nostril and his thin lip,
and showed the glittering edge of his teeth. Did it look like
treachery? or was it defiance, or derision ? It was a face, thus
seen, so cadaverous and Mephistophelian, that an artist would
have given something for a minute to fix a note of it in white
and black.

David Arden was not to be disturbed in a practical matter
by a pictorial effect, however, and in another moment he
said —

"Yes, Mr. Longcluse, as you desire it I will accompany
you, and see this fellow, and hear what he has to say. Cer-
tainly."

" That's very kind — only what I should have expected, also,
from your public spirit. I'm extremely obliged."

They resumed their walk towards the gate.

" I shall get into my brougham and call at honje, to tell them

124 Checkmate.

not to expect me for an hour or so. And what is the number of
your house ? "

He told him ; and David Arden having offered to take him,
in his carriage, to the place where his own awaited him, which
however he declined, they parted for a little time, and Mr.
Arden's brougham quickly disappeared under the shadow of the
tall trees that lined the curving road.

CHAPTER XXIII.

THE MEETING.

|S David Arden drove towards town, his confusion
rather increased. Why should Mr. Longcluse select
him for this confidence ? There were men in the City
whom he must know, if not intimately, at least much
better than he knew him. It was a very strange occurrence ; and
was not Mr. Longcluse's manner, also, strange ? Was he not,
somehow, very oddly cool under a charge of murder ? There
was something, it seemed, indefinably incongruous in the nature
of his story, his request, and his manner.

It was five or ten minutes before the appointed time when
David Arden and Longcluse met in the latter gentleman's
" study " in Bolton Street. There was a slight, odd flutter at
Longcluse's heart, although his pale face betrayed no sign of
agitation, as the shuffling tread of a heavy foot was heard on the
doorsteps, followed by a faint knock, like that of a tremulous
postman. It was the preconcerted summons of Mr. Paul
Davies.

Longcluse smiled at David Arden and raised his finger, as he
lightly dreiv near the room door, with an air of warning. He
wished to remind his companion that he was to receive their
visitor alone. Mr. Arden nodded, and Mr. Longcluse withdrew.
In a minute more the servant opened the study-door, and
said — " Mr. Davies, Sir."

And the tall ex-detective entered, and looked with a silky
simper stealthily to the right and to the left from the corners of
his eyes, and glided in, shutting the door behind him.

Uncle David received this man without even a nod. He eyed
him sternly, from his chair at the end of the table.

126 Checkmate.

"Sit in that chair, please," said he, pointing to a seat at the
other end.

The ex-policeman made his best bow, and turning out his toes
very much, he shuffled with his habitual sly smirk on, to the
chair, in which he seated himself, and with his big red hands
on the table began turning, and twisting, and twiddling a short
pencil, which was a good deal bitten at the uncut end, between
his fingers and thumbs.

"You came here to see Mr. Longcluse?" asked David
Arden.

" A few words of business at his desire. Sir, I ask your
parding, I came, Sir, by his wishes, not mine, which has brought
me here at his request."

"And who am I, do you suppose ?"

The man, still smiling, looked at him shrewdly. "Well, I
don't know, I'm sure ; I may 'a' seen you."

" Did you ever see that gentleman ?" said David Arden, as
Mr. Longcluse entered the room.

The ex-detective looked also shrewdly at Longcluse, but with-
out any light of recognition. " I may have seen him, Sir. Yes, I
saw him in Saint George's, Hanover Square, the day Lord Charles
Dillingsworth married Miss Wygram, the hairess. I saw him
at Sydenham the second week in February last when the Free-
masons' dinner was there ; and I saw him on the night of the
match between Hood and Markham, at the Saloon Tavern."

" Do you know my name ?" said David Arden.

' Well, no, I don't at present remember."

' Do you know that gentleman's name ! "

'His name?"

'Ay, his name."

' Well, no ; I may have heard it, and I may bring it to mind,
by-and-by."

Longcluse smiled and shrugged, looking at Mr. Arden, anc
he said to the man —

"So you don't know that gentleman's name, nor mine ?"

The man looked at each, hard and a little anxiously, lil
a person who feels that he may be making a very serious
mistake ; but after a pause he said decisively — " No, I don't at
present. I say I don't know your names, either of yot
gentlemen, and I don't"

The two gentlemen exchanged glances.

"Is either of us as tall as Mr. Longcluse?" asked Davic
Arden, standing up.

The man stood up also, to make his inspection.

"You're both/' he said, after a pause, "much about his
height."

"Is either of us like him ?*

The Meeting. 127

* No," answered Davies, after a pause.

"Did you write these letters ?" asked Mr. Longcluse laugh-
ing.

"Well, I did, or I didn't, and what's that to you?"

" Something, as you shall know presently."

" I think you're trying it on. I reckon this is a bit of a plant.
I don't care a scratch o' that pencil if it be. I wrote them letters,
and I said nothin' but what's true, and I'll go with you now to the
station if you like, and tell all I knows."

The fellow seemed nettled, and laughed viciously a little, and
swaggered at the close of his speech. The faintest flush
imaginable tinged Longcluse's forehead, as he shot a searching
glance at him.

" No, we don't want that," said he ; " but you may be of more
use in another way, although just now you are in the wrong box,
and have mistaken your man, for I am Mr. Longcluse. You
have been misinformed, you see, as to the indentity of the person
you suspect ; but some person you have, no doubt, in your mind,
and possibly a case worth sifting, although you have been de-
ceived as to his name. Describe the appearance of the man j ou
supposed to be Mr. Longcluse. You may be frank with me ; I
mean you no harm."

" I defy any man to harm me, Sir, if you please, so long as I
do my dooty," said Paul Davies. " Mr. Longcluse, if that be his
name, the man I mean, he's about your height, with round
shoulders and red hair, and talks with a north-country twang on
his tongue ; he's a bit rougher, and a swaggering* cove, and a
yard o' red beard over his waistcoat, and bigger hands a deal
than you, and broader feet."

'• And have you a case against him ? "

" Partly, but it ain't, Sir, if you please, by no means so complete
as would answer as yet. If I was sure you were really Mr.
Longcluse, I could say more, for I partly guess who this other
gent is — a most respectable party. I think I do know you, Sir,
by appearance ; if you had your 'at on, Sir, I could say to a
certainty. But I think, Sir, ;f you please, I'm not very far
wrong when I say that I would identify you for Mr. David
Arden."

" So I am ; that is quite true."

" Thank you, Sir, I am obleeged ; that's very quietin' to my
mind, Sir, having full confidence in your character ; and if
you, Sir, please to tell me that gentleman is undoubtingly Mr.
Longcluse, the propperieter of this house, I must 'a' been let into
a mistake ; I don't think they was agreenin' of me, but it was a
mistake, if you please, Sir, if you say so."

" This is Mr. Longcluse — 1 know of no other — and he resides
in this house," said David Arden. "But if you have informaiion

128

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to give respecting ]that red-bearded fellow, there is no reason
why you should not give it forthwith to the police."

" Parding me, Sir, if you please, Mr. Arden. There is, I
would say, strong reasons for a poor man in rayther anxious
circumstances, like myself, Sir, 'aving an affectionate mother to,
in a measure, support, and been himself unfortunately rayther
hard up, he can't answer it nohow to his conscience if he lets a
hoppertunity like the present pass him and his aged mother by
unimproved. There been a reward offered, Sir, I naturally wish,
Sir, if you please, to earn it myself by valuable evidence leading
to the conviction of the guilty cove ; and if I was to tell all I
knows and 'av1 made out by my own hindustry to the force, Sir,
other persons would, don't you conceive, Sir, draw the reward,
and me and my mother should go without. If I could get a
hinterview with the man I Jav* bin a-gettin' things together for,
I'd lead him, I 'av' no doubt, to make such hadmissions as would
clench the prosecution, and vendicate justice."

" I see what you mean," said David Arden.

"And fair enough, I think," added Longcluse.

CHAPTER XXIV.
MR. LONGCLUSE FOLLOWS A SHADOW.

|HE ex-detective cleared his voice, shook his head, and
smirked.

" A hinterview, gentlemen," said he, " is worth much
in the hands of a persuasive party. I have hanged
several obnoxious characters, and let others in for penal for life,
by means of a hinterview. You remember Spikes, gentlemen,
as got into difficulties for breaking Mr. Winterbotham's desk ?
Spikes would have frusterated justice, if it wasn't Jor me. It
was done in one hinterview. Says I, ' Mr. Spikes, you have a
wife and five children.' "

The recollection of Mr. Paul Davies' diplomacy was so
gratifying to that smiling gentleman, that he could not forbear
winking at his auditors as he proceeded.

" ' And my belief is, Mr. Spikes, Sir,' " he continued, " ' that
it was all the hinfluence of Tom Sprowles. It was Sprowles
persuaded yer— it was him as got the whole thing up. That's
my belief; and you did not want to do it, no- wise, and only con-
sented to force the henges in the belief that Sprowles wanted to
read the papers, and no more. I have a bad opinion of Sprowles,'
says I, 'for deceiving you, I may say innocently ;' and talking
this way, you conceive, I got it all out of him, and he's under
penal for life. Whenever you want to get round a man, and to
turn him inside out, your way is to sympathy* with him. If I
had but an hinterview with that man, I know enough to draw it
out of him, every bit. It's all done by sympathising"

" But do you think you can discover the man ? " asked Mi.
Arden.

" I'm sure to make him out, if you please, Sir ; I'll find out all
about him. I'd a found out the facks long ago, but for the
mistake, which it occurred most unlucky. I saw him twice

130 Checkmate.

sence, and I know well where to look for him ; and I'll have it
all right before long, I'm thinkin'."

"That will do, then, for the present," said Mr. Longcluse.
" You have said all you have to say, and you see into what a
serious mistake you have blundered ; but I sha'n't give you any
trouble about it — it is too ridiculous. Good-night, Mr. Davies."

" No mistake of mine, Sir, please. Misinformed, Sir, you will
kindly remark — misinformed, if you please —misinformed, as may
occur to the sharpest party going. Good-night, gentlemen ; I
takes my leave without no unpleasant feelin', and good wishes
for your'ealth and 'appiness, both, gentlemen." And blandly,
and with a sly sleepy smile, this insinuating person with-
drew.

" It is the reward he is thinking of," said Longcluse.

"Yes, he won't spare himself ; you mentioned that your own
suspicions respecting him were but vague," said David Arden.

" I merely stated what I saw to the coroner, and it was
answered that he was watching the Frenchman Lebas, because
the detective police, before Paul Davies' dismissal, had received
orders to keep an eye on all foreigners ; and he hoped to con-
ciliate the authorities, and get a pension, by collecting and
furnishing information. The police did not seem to think his
dogging and watching the unfortunate little iellow really meant
more than this."

" Very likely. It is a very odd affair. I wonder who that
fellow is whom he described. He did not give a hint as to the
circumstances which excited his suspicions."

" It is strange. But that man, Paul Davies, kept his eye
upon Lebas from the motive I mentioned, and this cir-
cumstance may have led to his seeing more of the matter
than, with the reward in his mind, he cares to make known at
present. I think I did right in meeting him face to face."

" Quite right, Sir."

" It has been always a rule with me to go straight at every-
thing. I think the best diplomacy is directness, and that the
truest caution lies in courage."

••Precisely my opinion, Mr. Longcluse," said Uncle David,
looking on him with eyes of approbation. He was near adding
something hearty in the spirit of our ancestors' saying, " I
hope you and I, Sir, may be better acquainted ;" but something
in the look and peculiar face of this unknown Mr. Longcluse
chilled himr and he only said —

"As you say, Mr. Longcluse, courage is safety, and honesty
the best policy. Good-night, Sir."

"A thousand thanks, Mr. Arden. Might I ask one more
favour, that you will endorse on each of these threatening
letters a memorandum of the facts of this strange interview ? —

Mr. Longcluse Follows a Shadow. 131

I mean a sentence or two, which may at any time confound
this fellow, should he turn out to be a villain."

"Certainly," said Mr. Arden thoughtfully, and he sat down
again, and wrote a few lines on the back of each, which, having
signed, he handed them to Mr. Longcluse, with the question,
" Will that answer ? "

" Perfectly, thank you very much ; it is indeed impossible for
me to thank you as I ought and wish to," said Mr. Longcluse
with effusion, extending his hand at the same time; but Mr.
Arden took it without much warmth, and said, in comparison a
little drily —

"No need to thank me, Mr. Longcluse ; as you said at first,
there are motives quite sufficient, of a kind for which you can
owe me, personally, no thanks whatever, to induce the very
slight trouble of coming here."

" Well, Mr. Arden, I am very much obliged to you, notwith-
standing ; " and so he gratefully saw him to the door, and
smiled and bowed him off, and stood for a moment as his
carriage whirled down the short street.

" He does not like me — nor I, perhaps, him. Ha ! ha ! ha ! "
he laughed, very softly and reservedly, looking down on the
flags. " What an odd thing it is ! Those instincts and anti-
pathies, they are very odd." All this, except the faint laughter,
was in thought.

Mr. Longcluse stepped back. He was negatively happy — he
was rid of an anxiety. He was positively happy — he had been
better received by Miss Arden, this evening, than he had ever
been before. So he went to his bed with a light heart, and a
head full of dreams.

All the next day, one beautiful image haunted Longcluse's
imagination. He was delayed in town ; he had to consult
about operations in foreign stocks ; he had many words to say,
directions to modify, and calls to make on this man and that.
He hod hoped to be at Mortlake Hall at three o'clock. But it
was past six before he could disentangle himself from the
tenacious meshes of his business. Never had he thought it
so irksome. Was he not rich enough — too rich ? Why should
he longer submit to a servitude so wearisome? It was high
time he should begin to enjoy his days in the sunshine of his
gold and the companionship of his beautiful idol. But " man
proposes," says the ancient saw, " and God disposes.''

It was just seven o'clock when Mr. Longcluse descended at
the steps of old Mortlake Hall.

Sir Reginald, who is writhing under a letter from the attorney
of the millionaire mortgagee of his Yorkshire estate, making
an alternative offer, either to call in the principal sum or to
allow it to stand out on larger interest, had begged of Mr.

132 Checkmate,

Longcluse, last night, to give him a few words of counsel some
day. He had, in a quiet talk the evening before, taken the
man of huge investments rather into his confidence.

" I don't know, Mr. — a — Mr. Longcluse, whether you are
aware how cruelly my property is tied up," he said, as he
talked in a low tone with him, in a corner of the drawing-room.
" A life estate, and my son, who declines bearing any part of
the burden of his own extravagance, will do nothing to
facilitate my efforts to pay his debts for him ; and I declare
solemnly, if they raise the interest on this very oppressive
mortgage, I don't know how on earth I can pay my insurances.
I don't see how I am to do it. I should be so extremely
obliged to you, Mr. Longcluse, if you would, with your vast
experience and knowledge in all — all financial matters, give me
any advice that strikes you — if you could, with perfect
convenience, afford so much time. I don't really know what
rate of interest is usual. I only know this, that interest, as a
rule, has been steadily declining ever since I can remember —
perpetually declining ; I mean, of course, upon perfect security
like this ; and now this confounded harpy wants, a'ter ten
years, to raise it ! I believe they want to drive me out of the
world, among them ! and they well know the cruelty of it, for I
have never been able to pay them a single half-year punctually.
Will you take some tea ? "

So Longcluse had promised his advice very gladly next day ;
and now he asked for Sir Reginald. Sir Reginald was very
particularly engaged at this moment on business ; Mr. Arden
was with him at present ; but if Mr. Longcluse would wait for
a few minutes, Sir Reginald would be most happy to see him.
So there was to be a little wait. How could he better pass the
interval than in Miss Arden's company ?

CHAPTER XXV.

A TETE-A-TETE.

P to the drawing-room went Mr. Longcluse, and there
he found Miss Arden finishing a drawing. He
fancied a very slight flush on her cheek as he
entered. Was there really a heightening of that
beautiful tint as she smiled ? Hpw lovely her long lashes, and
her even little teeth, and the lustrous darkness of. her eyes, in
that subdued light !

" I so wanted advice, Mr. Longcluse, and you have come in
so fortunately ! I am not satisfied with my sky and mountains,
and the foreground where the light touches that withered
branch is a horrible failure. In nature, it looked quite beauti-
ful. I remember it so well. It looked on fire, almost. This
is Saxteen Castle, near Golden Friars, and that is a bit of the
lake and those are the fells. I sketched it in pencil, and
trusted to memory for colouring. It was just at the most
picturesque moment, when the sun was going down between
the two mountains that overhang the little town on the west."

" Sunset is very well expressed. You indicated all those
long shadows, Miss Arden, in pencil, and I envy your perspec-
tive, and I think your colouring so extremely good ! The
distances are admirably marked. Try a little cadmium, burnt
sienna, and lake for the intense touches of light in the fore-
ground, on that barkless branch. Your own eye will best
regulate the proportions. I am one of those vandals who
prefer colour a little too bold and overdone to any timidity in
that respect. Exuberance in a beginner is always, in my mind,
an augury of excellence. It is so easy to moderate after-
wards."

" Yes, I daresay ; I'm very glad you advise that, because I
always thought so myself; but I was half afraid to act on it. I

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think that is about the tint — a little more yellow, perhaps.
Yes ; how does it look now ? — what do you think ? "

" Now judge yourself, Miss Arden. Do not those three
sharp little touches of reflected fire light up the whole drawing ?
I say it is admirable. It is really quite a beautiful little draw-
ing."

" I'm growing so vain ! you will quite spoil me, Mr. Long-
cluse."

" Truth will never spoil any one. Praise is very delightful.
I have not had much of it in my day, but I think it makes one
better as well as happier ; and to speak simple truth of you,
Miss Arden, is inevitably to praise you."

" Those are compliments, Mr. Longcluse, and they bewilder
me — anything one does not know how to answer ; so I would
rather you pointed me out four or five faults in my drawing,
and I should be very well content if you said no more. I
believe you know the scenery of Golden Friars."

" I do. Beautiful, and so romantic, and full of legends ! the
whole place with its belongings is a poem.''

" So I think. And the hotel — the inn I prefer calling it—
the 'George and Dragon,' is so picturesque and delightfully
old, and so comfortable ! Our head-quarters were there for
two or three weeks. And did you see Childe Waylin's
Leap?"

" Yes, an awful scene ; what a terrible precipice ! I saw it
to great advantage from a boat, while a thunderstorm was
glaring and pealing over its summit. You know the legend, of
course ? "

".No, I did not hear it."

" Oh. it is a very striking one, and won't take many words tc
tell. Shall I tell it?"

•' Pray do," said Alice, with her bright look of expectation.

He smiled sadly. Perhaps the story returned with an
allegoric melancholy to his mind. With a sigh and a smile he
continued —

"Childe Waylin fell in love with a phantom lady, and walke
day and night along the fells— people thought in solitude
really lured on by the beautiful apparition, which, as his love
increased, grew less frequent, more distant and fainter, until
last, in the despair of his wild pursuit, he throw himself ovt
that terrible precipice, and so perished. I have faith ir
instinct— faith in passion, which is but a form of instinct,
am sure he did wisely."

" I sha'n't dispute it ; it is not a case likely to happen ofter
These phantom ladies seem to have given up prattice of lat
years, or else people have become proof against their wiles,
neither follow, nov adore, nor lament them."

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" I don't think these phantom ladies are at all out of date,"
said Mr. Longcluse.

" Well, men have grown wiser, at all events."
" No wiser, no happier ; in such a case there is no room for
what the world calls wisdom. Passion is absolute, and as for
happiness, that or despair hangs on the turn of a die."

" I have made that shadow a little more purple — do you
think it an improvement ? "

" Yes, certainly. How well it throws out that bit of the ruin
that catches the sunlight ! You have made a very poetical
sketch ; you have given not merely the outlines, but the
character of that singular place — the genus loci is there."

Just as Mr. Longcluse had finished this complimentary
criticism, the door opened, and rather unexpectedly Richard
Arden entered the room. Very decidedly de trap at that
moment, his friend thought Mr. Arden. Longcluse meant
again to have turned the current of their talk into the channel
he liked best, and here was interruption. But was not Richard
Arden his sworn brother, and was he not sure to make an
excuse of some sort, and take his leave, and thus restore him to
his tete-&-tete.

But was there — or was it fancy— a change scarcely per- j
ceptible, but unpleasant, in the manner of this sworn brother ? I
Was it not very provoking, and a little odd, that he did not go
away, but stayed on and on, till at length a servant came in
with a message from Sir Reginald to Mr. Longcluse, to say
that he would be very happy to see him whenever he chose to
come to his room ? Mr. Longcluse was profoundly vexed.
Richard Arden, however, had resumed his old manner pretty
nearly. Was the interruption he had persisted in designed, or
only accidental ? Could he suppose Richard Arden so stupid ?
He took his leave smiling, but with an uncomfortable misgiving
at his heart.

Richard Arden now proceeded in his own way, with some
colouring and enormous suppression at discretion, to give his
sister such an account as he thought would best answer of the
interview he had just had with his father. Honestly related,
what occurred between them was as follows : —

Richard Arden had come on summons from his father.
Without a special call, he never appeared at Mortlake while his
father was there, and never in his absence but with an under-
standing that Sir'Reginald was to hear nothing of it. He sat
for a considerable time in the apartment that opened from his
father's dressing-room. He heard the baronet's peevish voice
ordering Crozier about. Something was dropped and broken,
and the same voice was heard in angrier alto. Richard Arden
looked out of the window and waited uncomfortably. He hated

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his father's pleadings with him, and he did not know for what
purpose he had appointed this interview.

The door opened, and Sir Reginald entered, limping a little,
for his gout had returned slightly. He was leaning on a stick.
His thin, dark face and prominent eyes looked angry, and he
turned about and poked his dressing-room door shut with the
point of his stick, before taking any notice of his son.

" Sit down, if you please, in that chair," he said, pointing to
the particular seat he meant him to occupy with two vicious
little pokes, as if he were running a small-sword through it. " I
wrote to ask you to come, Sir, merely to say a word respecting
your sister, for whom, if not for other members of your family,
you still retain, I suppose, some consideration and natural
affection."

Here was a pause which Richard Arden did not very well
know what to do with. However, as his father's fierce eyes
were interrogating him, he murmured —

" Certainly, Sir.''

"Yes, and under that impression I showed you Lord Wynder-
broke's letter. He is to dine here to-morrow at a quarter to
eight — please to recollect — precisely. Do you hear?"

" I do, Sir, everything."

" You must meet him. Let us not appear more divided than
we are. You know Wynderbroke — he's peculiar. Why the
devil shouldn't we appear united ? I don't say be united, for you
won't. But there is something owed to decency. I suppose
you admit that? And before people, confound you, Sir, can't
we appear affectionate ? He's a quiet man, Wynderbroke, an<~
makes a great deal of these domestic sentiments. So you'l
please to show some respect and affection while he's present
and I mean to show some affection for you ; and after that, Sir,
you may go to the devil for me ! I hope you understand ?"

" Perfectly, Sir."

"As to Wynderbroke, the thing is settled — it is there." He
pointed to his desk. " What I told you before, I tell you now-
you must see that your sister doesn't make a fool of herself,
have nothing more to say to you at present — unless you have
something to say to me ? "

This latter part of the sentence had something sharp and in-
terrogative in it. There was just a chance, it seemed to imply,
that his son might have something to say upon the one poir
that lay near the old man's heart.

" Nothing, Sir," said Richard, rising.

" No, no ; so I supposed. You may go, Sir — nothing."

Of this interview, one word of the real purport of which he
could not tell to his sister, he gave her an account very slight
indeed, but rather pleasant.

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE GARDEN AT MORTLAKE.

LICE leaned back in her chair, smiling, and very
much pleased.

" So my father seems disposed to relent ever so
little — and ever so little, you know, is better than
nothing," said Richard Arden.

" I'm so glad, Dick, that he wishes you to take your dinner with
us to-morrow ; it is a very good sign. It would be so delightful
if you could be at home with us, as you used to be."

"You are a good little soul, Alice — a dear little thing ! This
is very pretty," he said, looking at her drawing. " What is
it?"

"The ruined castle near the northern end of the lake at
Golden Friars. Mr. Longcluse says it is pretty good. Is he to
dine here, do you know ?"

" No — I don't know — I hope not," said Richard shortly.

"Hope not! why?" said she. "I thought you liked him
extremely."

" I thought he was very well for a sort of outdoor acquain-
tance for men; but I don't even know that, now. There's
no use in speaking to Lady May, but I warn you — you had
better drop him. There is very little known about him, but
there is a great deal that is not pleasant said."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"But you used to speak so highly of him. I'm so sur-
prised ! "

" I did not know half what people said of him. I've heard a
great deal since."

" But is it true ? " asked Alice.

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•' It is nothing to me whether it is true or not. It is enough
if a man is talked about uncomfortably, to make it unpleasant
to know him. We owe nothing to Mr. Longcluse ; there is no
reason why you should have an acquaintance that is not desirable.
7 mean to drop him quietly, and you can't know him, really
you mustn't, Alice."

" I don't know. It seems to me very hard," said Miss Alice
spiritedly. " It is not many days since you spoke of him so
highly ; and I was quite pained when you came in just now. I
don't know whether he perceived it, but I think he must I
only know that I thought you were so cold and strange to him,
your manner so unlike what it always was before. I thought
you had been quarrelling. I fancied he was vexed, and I felt
quite sorry ; and I don't think what you say, Richard, is manly,
or like yourself. You used to praise him so, and fight his
battles ; and he is, though very distinguished in some ways,
rather a stranger in London ; and people, you told me, envy
him, and try in a cowardly way to injure him ; and what more
easy than to hint discreditable things of people ? and you did
not believe a word of those reports when last you spoke of him ;
and considering that he had no people to stand by him in
London, or to take his part, and that he may never even hear the
things that are said by low people about him, don't you think it
would be cowardly of us, and positively base to treat him so ? "

" Upon my word, Miss Alice, that is very good oratory in-
deed ! I don't think I ever heard you so eloquent before, at
least upon the wrongs of one of my sex."

" Now, Dick, that sneer won't do. There may possibly
reasons why it would have been wiser never to have made Mr.
Longcluse's acquaintance ; I can't say. Those reasons, how-
ever, you treated very lightly indeed a little time ago — you know
you did — and now, upon no better, you say you are going to cut
him. / can't bring myself to do any such thing. He is always
looking in at Lady May's, and I can't help meeting him unless
I am to cut her also. Now don't you see how odious I should
appear, and how impossible it is ?"

" I won't argue it now, dear Alice ; there is quite time enough.
I shall come an hour before dinner, to-morrow, and we can have
a quiet talk ; and I am quite sure I shall convince you. Mind,
I don't say we should insult him," he laughed. " I only say this
and I'll maintain it — and I'll show you why — that he is not a
desirable acquaintance. We have taken him up very foolishly,
and we must drop him And now, darling, good-bye."

He kissed her — she kissed him. She looked grave for a
moment after, after he had run down the stairs. He has
quarrelled with Mr. Longcluse about something, she thought, as
she stood at the window with the tip of her finger to her lip,

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looking at her brother as he mounted the showy horse which
had cantered with him up and down Rotten Row for two hours
or more, before he had ridden out to Mortlake. She saw him
now ride away.

It was near eight o'clock, and all this time Mr. Longcluse had
been in confidence with Sir Reginald about his miserable mort-
gage. Mr. Longcluse was cautious ; but there floated in his
mind certain possible contingencies, under which he might
perhaps make the financial adjustment, which Sir Reginald
desired, very easy indeed to the worthy baronet.

It was the tempting hour of evening when the birds begin to
sing, and the level beams from the west glorify all objects.
Alice put on her hat and ran out to the old gardens of Mortlake.
They are enclosed in a grey wall, and lie one above the other in
three terraces, with tall standard fruit trees, so old that their fruit
was now dwarfed in size to half its earlier bearings, standing
high with a dark and sylvan luxuriance, and at this moment,
sheltering among their sunlit leaves, nestle and flutter the small
birds whose whistlings cheer and sadden the evening air.
Every tree and bush that bore fruit, in this old garden, had
grown quite beyond the common stature of its kind, and a good
gardener would have cut them all down fifty years ago. But
there was a kind of sylvan and stately beauty in those wonder-
ful lofty pear-trees, with their dense dark foliage, and in the
standard cherries so tall and prim, and something homely and
comfortable in the great straggling apples and plums, dappled
with grey lichens and tufted with moss. There were flowers as
well as fruits, of all sorts, in this garden. All its arrangements
were out of date. There was an air, not actually of neglect —
for it was weeded, and the walks were trim and gravelled — but
of carelessness and rusticity, not unpleasant, in the place.
Trees were allowed to straggle and spread, and rise aloft in the
air, just as they pleased. Tall roses climbed the walls about
the door, and clustered in nodding masses overhead ; and no
end of pretty annuals and other flowers, quite out of fashion,
crowded the dishevelled currant bushes, and the forest of rasp-
berries. Here and there were very tall myrtles, and the quince,
and obsolete medlars, were discoverable among the other fruit-
trees. The summits of the walls were in some places crowned,
to the scandal of all decent gardening, with ivy, and a carved
shaft in the centre of each garden supported a sun-dial as old
as the Hall itself.

There are fancies, as well as likings and lovings. Where
there is a real worship, however cautiously masked — and Mr.
Longcluse was by no means so — it is never a mystery to a clever
girl. And such adoration, although it be not at all reciprocated,
is sometimes hard to part with. There is something of the

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nature of compassion, with a little gratitude, perhaps, mingling
in the pang which a gentle lady feels at having to discharge for
ever an honest love and a true servant, and send him away to
solitary suffering for her sake. Some little pang of reproach of
this sensitive kind had, perhaps, armed her against her brother's
sudden sentence of exclusion pronounced against Mr. Long-
cluse.

The evening sunlight travelled over the ivy on the discoloured
wall, and glittered on the leaves of the tall fruit-trees, in whose
thick foliage the birds were still singing their vespers. Walking
down the broad walk towards the garden-door, she felt the sad-
dening influence of the hour returning ; and as she reached the
door, overclustered with roses, it opened, and Mr. Longcluse
stood in the shadow before her.

Miss Arden, thus surprised in the midst of thoughts which at
that moment happened to be employed about him, showed for a
second, as she suddenly stopped, something in her beautiful face
almost amounting to embarrassment.

" I was called away so suddenly to see Sir Reginald, that I went
without saying gcod-bye ; so I ran up to the drawing-room, and
the servant told me I should probably find you here ; and,
really without reflecting — I act, I'm afraid, so much from
impulse that I might appear very impertinent — I ventured to
follow. What a beautiful evening ! How charming the light !
You, who are such an artist, and understand the poetry of colour
so, must admire this cloister-like garden, so beautifully illumi-
nated."

Was Mr. Longcluse also a very little embarrassed as he
descanted thus on light and colour ?

a It is a very old garden and does very little credit, I'm afraic
to our care ; but I greatly prefer it to our formal gardens and
their finery, in Yorkshire."

She moved her hand as if she expected Mr. Longcluse to tal
it and his leave, for it was high time her visitor should " orde
his wings and be off the west," in which quarter, as we knov
lay Mr. Longcluse's habitation. He had stepped in, however
and the door closed softly before the light evening breeze thz
swung it gently. She was standing under the wild canopy
roses, and he under the sterner arch of grooved and fluted stoi
that overhung the doorway.

CHAPTER XXVII.

WINGED WORDS.

WAS afraid I had vexed your brother somehow,"
said Mr Longcluse — " I thought he seemed to
]i meet me a little formally. I should be so sorry if
I had annoyed him by any accident ! "

He paused, and Miss Arden said, half laughing — " Oh, don't
you know, Mr. Longcluse, that people are out of spirits some-
times, and now and then a little offended with all the world ?
It is nothing, of course."

" What a fib ! ' whispered conscience in the young lady's
pretty ear, while she smiled and blushed.

Again she raised her hand a little, expecting Mr. Longcluse's
farewell. But she looked a great deal too beautiful for a
farewell. Mr. Longcluse could not deny himself a minute more,
and he said, " It is a year, Miss Arden, since I first saw you."

" Is it really ? I daresay."

" Yes, at Lady May Penrose's. Yes, I remember it distinctly
— so distinctly that I shall never forget any circumstance
connected with it. It is exactly a year and four days. You
smile, Miss Arden, because for you the event can have had no
interest ; for me it is different — how different I will not say."

Miss Arden coloured and then grew pale. She was very much
embarrassed. She was about to say a word to end the interview,
and go. Perhaps Mr. Longcluse was, as he said, impulsive — too
precipitate and impetuous. He raised his hand entreatingly, —

" Oh, Miss Arden, pray, only a word ! — 1 must speak it.
Ever since then — ever since that hour — I have been the slave of
a single thought ; I have worshipped before one beautiful image,
with an impious adoration, for there is nothing — no sacrifice, no
crime — I would shrink from for your sake. You can make of me
what you will ; all I possess, all my future, every thought and

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feeling and dream — all are yours. No, no ; don't interrupt the
few half desperate words I have to speak, they may move you to
pity. Never before, in a life of terrible vicissitude, of much
suffering, of many dangers, have I seen the human being who
could move me as you have done. I did not believe my seared
heart capable of passion. And I stand now aghast at what I
have spoken. I stand at the brink of a worse death, by the
word that trembles on your lips, than the cannon's mouth c ould
give me. I see I have spoken rashly — I see it in your face — oh,
Heaven ! I see what you would say."

His hands were clasped in desperate supplication, as he
continued ; and the fitful breeze shook the roses above them, and
the fading leaves fell softly in a shower about his feet.

" No, don't speak — your silence is sacred. I sha'n't misinter-
pret— I conjure you, don't answer ! Forget that I have spoken.
Oh ! let it, in mercy, be all forgotten, and let us meet again as
if there never had been this moment of madness, and in pity —
as you look for mercy — forget it and forgive it ! "

He waited for no answer : he was gone : the door closed as it
was before. Another breath of wind ruffled the roses, and a
few more sere leaves fell where he had just been standing. She
drew a long breath, like one awaking from a vision. She was
trembling slightly. Never before had she seen such agony in a
human face ! All had happened so suddenly. It was an effort
to believe it real. It seemed as if she could see nothing while
he spoke, but that intense, pale face. She heard nothing but his
deep and thrilling words. Now it seemed as if flowers, am
trees, and wall, and roses, all emerged suddenly again from mist
and as if all the birds had resumed their singing after a silence

" Forget it — forgive it ! Let it, as you look for mercy, be al
forgotten. Let us meet again as if it never was." This strange
petition still rang in the ears of the astonished girl.

She was still too much flurried by the shock of this wild anc
sudden outbreak of passion, and appeal to mercy, quite to see
her true course in the odd combination that had arisen. She
was a little angry, and a little flattered. There was a confusior
of resentment and compassion. What business had this Mr.
Longcluse to treat her to those heroics ! What right had he tc
presume that he would be listened to ? How dared he ask her
to treat all that had happened as if it had never been ? Hov
dared he seek to found on this unwarrantable liberty relations
of mystery between them ? How dared he fancy that she woulc
consent to play at this game of deception with him ?

Mingled with these angry thoughts, however, were the recol-
lections of his homage, his tone of melancholy deference ever
since she had know him, and his admiration.

Underlying all his trifling talk, there had always been towai

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her a respect which flattered her, which could not have been
exceeded had she been an empress in her own right. No, if he
had said more than he had any right to suppose would be
listened to, the extravagance was due to no want of respect for
her, but to the vehemence of passion.

He was driving now into town, at a great pace. His cogita-
tions were still more perturbed. Had he, by one frantic
precipitation, murdered his best hopes ?

One consolation at least he had. Being a man, not without
reason, prone to suspicion, he had a deep conviction that, for
some reason, Richard Arden was opposed to his suit, and had
already begun to work upon Miss Arden's mind to his prejudice.
His best chance, then, he still thought, was to anticipate that
danger by a declaration. If that declaration could only be
forgiven, and the little scene at old Mortlake garden door
sponged out, might not his chances stand better far than before ?
Would not the past, though never spoken of, give meaning, fire,
and melancholy to things else insignificant, and keep him always
before her, and her alone, be his demeanour and language ever
so reserved and cold, as an impassioned lover? Did not his
knowledge of human nature assure him that these relations
of mystery would, more than any other, favour his fortunes ?

" That she should consign what has passed, in a few impetu-
ous moments, to oblivion and silence, is no unreasonable prayer,
and one as easy to grant as to will it. She will think it over,
and, for my part, I will meet her as if nothing had ever happened
to change our trifling but friendly relations. I wish 1 knew what
Richard Arden was about. I soon shall. Yes, I shall — I soon
shall."

An opportunity seemed to offer sooner even than he had
hoped ; for as he drove towards St. James's Street, passing one
of Richard Arden's clubs, he saw that young gentleman ascen-
ding the steps with Lord Wynderbroke.

Longcluse stopped his brougham, jumped out, and overtook
Richard Arden in the hall, where he stood, taking his letters
from the hall-porter.

" How d'ye do, again ? I sha'n't detain you a minute. I have
had a long talk with your father about business," said
Longcluse, seizing the topic most likely to secure a few minutes,
and speaking very low. " You can bring me into a room here,
and I'll tell you all that is necessary in two minutes."

" Certainly," said Richard, yielding to his curiosity. " I have
only two or three minutes. I dine here with a friend, who is at
this moment ordering dinner ; so, you see, I am rather hur-
ried."

He opened a door, and looking in said —

" Yes, we shall be quite to ourselves here."

144 Checkmate.

Longcluse shut the door. There was no one to ova hear
them.

Richard Arden sat down on a sofa, and Mr. Longcluse threw
himself into a chair.

" And what did he say ? " asked Richard.

" They want to raise his interest on the Yorkshire estate ; and
he says you won't help him ; but that of course is your affair,
and I declined, point-blank, to intervene in it. And before I go
further, it strikes me, as it did to-day at Mortlake, that your
manner to me has undergone a slight change."

" Has it ? I did not mean it, I assure you," said Richard Arden,
with a little laugh.

" Oh ! yes, Arden, it has, and you must know it, and — pardon
me — you must intend it also ; and now I want to know what I
have done, or how I have hurt you, or who has been telling lies
of me?"

" Nothing of all these, that I know of," said Richard, with a
cold little laugh.

" Well, of course, if you prefer it, you may decline an explana-
tion. 1 must however, remind you, because it concerns my
happiness, and possibly other interests dearer to me than my
life, too nearly to be trifled with, that you heard all I said respec-
ting your sister with the friendliest approbation and encourage-
ment. You knew as much and as little about me then as you
do now. I am not conscious of having said or done anything
to warrant the slightest change in your feelings or opinion ; and
in your manner there is a change, and a very decided change,
and I tell you frankly I can't understand it."

Thus directly challenged, Richard Arden looked at him hard
for a moment. He was balancing in his mind whether he should
evade or accept the crisis. He preferred the latter.

"Well, I can only say I did not intend to convey anything
by my manner ; but, as you know, when there is anything in
one's mind it is not always easy to prevent its affecting, as you
say, one's manner. I am not sorry you have asked me, because
I spoke without reflection the other day. No one should answer,
I really think, for any one else, in ever so small a matter, in this
world."

" But you didn't — you spoke only for yourself. You simply
promised me your friendship, your kind offices — you said, in fact,
all I could have hoped for."

" Yes, perhaps — yes, I may, I suppose I did. But don't you
see, dear Longcluse, things may come to mind, on thinking
over."

" What things?" demanded Longcluse quickly, with a sudden
energy that called a flush to his temples ; and fire gleamed for
a moment from his deep-set, gloomy eyes.

Winged Words. 145

" What things ? Why, young ladies are not always the most
intelligible problems on earth. I think you ought to know that;
and really I do think, in such matters, it is far better that they
should be left to themselves as much as possible ; and I think,
besides, that there are some difficulties that did not strike us. I
mean, that I now see that there really are great difficulties —
insuperable difficulties."

" Can you define them ? " said Longcluse coldly.

" I don't want to vex you, Longcluse, and I don't want to
quarrel."

" That's extremely kind of you.''

" I don't know whether you are serious, but it js quite true.
I don't wish any unpleasantness between us. I don't think I
need say more than that ; having thought it over, I don't see
how it could ever be."

" Will you give me your reasons ? "

" I really don't see that I can add anything in particular to
what I have said."

" I think, Mr. Arden, considering all that has passed between
us on this subject, that you are bound to let me know your
reasons for so marked a change of opinion."

" I can't agree with you, Mr. Longcluse. I don't see" in the
least why I need tell you my particular reasons for the opinion
I have expressed. My sister can act for herself, and I certainly
shall not account to you for my reasons or opinions in the
matter."

Mr. Longcluse's pale face grew whiter, and his brows knit, as
he fixed a momentary stare on the young man ; but he mastered
his anger, and said in a cold tone —

" We disagree totally upon that point, and I rather think the
time will come when you must explain."

" I have no more to say upon the subject, Sir, except this,"
said Arden, very tartly, " that it is certain your hopes can never
lead to anything, and that I object to your continuing your visits
at Mortlake."

" Why, the house does not belong to you — it belongs to Sir
Reginald Arden, who objects to your visits and receives mine.
Your ideas seem a little confused," and he laughed gently and
coldly.

" Very much the reverse, Sir. I object to my sister being
exposed to the least chance of annoyance from your visits. I
protest against it, and you will be so good as to understand that
I distinctly forbid them."

" The young lady's father, I presume, will hardly ask your
advice in the matter, and / certainly shall not ask your leave.
I shall call when. I please, so long as I am received at Mort-
lake, and shall direct my own conduct, without troubling you

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for counsel in my affairs." Mr. Longcluse laughed again
icily.

"And so shall I, mine," said Arden sharply.

" You have no right to treat anyone so," said Longcluse
angrily — "as if one had broken his honour, or committed a
crime."

" A crime !" repeated Richard Arden. "Oh! That, indeed,
would pretty well end all relations."

" Yes, as, perhaps, you shall find," answered Longcluse, with
sudden and oracular ferocity.

Each gentleman had gone a little farther than he had at first
intended. Richard Arden had a proud and fierce temper when
it was roused. He was near saying what would have amounted
to insult. It was a chance opening of the door that prevented
it. Both gentlemen had stood up.

" Please, Sir, have you done with the room, Sir ? " asked the
man.

" Yes," said Longcluse, and laughed again as he turned on
his heel.

" Because three gentlemen want the room, if it's not engaged,
Sir. And Lord Wynderbroke is waiting for you, please, Mr.
Arden."

So with a little toss of his head, which he held unusually
high, and a flushed and "glooming" countenance, Richard
Arden marched a little swaggeringly forth, to his dinner
tete with Lord Wynderbroke.

CHAPTER XXVIII.

STORIES ABOUT MR. LONGCLUSE.

ilHE irritation of this unpleasant interview soon sub-
sided, but Mr. Longcluse's anxiety rather increased.

Next day early in the afternoon he drove to Lady
May's and she received him just as usual. He
learned from her, without appearing to seek the information,
that Alice Arden was still at Mortlake. His visit was one of
but two or three minutes. He jumped into a hansom and drove
out to Mortlake. He knocked. Man of the world as he was,
his heart beat faster.

' Is Miss Arden at home ?"
' No, Sir."
'Not at home?"
' Miss Arden is gone out, Sir."
' Oh ! perhaps in the garden ? "

" No, Sir ; she has gone out, and won't be back for some
time."

The man spoke with the promptitude and decision of a
servant instructed to deny his mistress to the visitor. He had
not a card ; he would call again another day.

He heard the piano faintly, and, he thought, Alice's voice

'so ; and certainly he saw Vivian Darnley in the drawing-room

indow, as his cab turned away from the door. With a swelling

heart he drove into town. The portcullis, then, had fallen ;

access was denied him ; and he should see her no more !

Good Heaven ! what had he done ? He walked distractedly,
for a while, up and down his study. Should he employ Lady
May's intervention, and tell her the whole story ? Good-natured
Lady May ! Perhaps she would undertake his cause, and plead
for his re-admission. But was even that so certain ? How
could he tell what view she might take of the matter ? And

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were she to intercede for him ever so vehemently, how could he
tell that she had any chance of prevailing ?

No ; on the whole it was better to be his own advocate. He
would sit down then and there, and write to the offended or
alarmed lady, and lay his piteous case before her in his own
words and rely on her compassion, without an intervenient.

How many letters he began, how many he even finished, and
rejected, I need not tire you by telling. Some were composed
in the first, others in the third person. Not one satisfied him.
Here was the man of a million and more, who would dash off
a note to his stock-broker, to buy or sell a hundred thousand
pounds' worth of stock — who would draft a resolution of the
bank of which he was the chairman, directing an operation
which would make men open their eyes, without the tremor of a
nerve or the hesitation of a moment — unmanned, helpless, dis-
tracted in the endeavour to write a note to a young and in-
experienced girl !

O beautiful sex ! what a triumph is here ! O Love ! what
fools will you not make of us poor masculine wiseacres ! The
letter he dispatched was in these terms. I daresay he had torn
better ones to pieces : —

"DEAR Miss ARDEN, — I had hoped that my profound contrition
might have atoned for a momentary indiscretion — the declaration,
though in terms the most respectful, of feelings which I had not self-
command sufficient to suppress, and which had for nearly a year
remained concealed in my own breast. I am sure, Miss Arden, that
you are incapable of a gratuitous cruelty. Have I not sworn that one
word to recall the remembrance of that, to me, all but fatal madness
shall never escape my lips, in your presence ? May I not entreat that
you will forget it, that you will forbear to pass upon me the agonising
sentence of exclusion ? You shall never again have to complain of my
uttering one word that the merest acquaintance, who is permitted the
happiness of conversing with you, might not employ. You shall never
regret your forbearance. I shall never cease to bless you for it ; and
whatever decision you arrive at, it shall be respected by me as sacred
law. I shall never cease to reverence and bless the hand that spares
or — afflicts me. May I be permitted this one melancholy hope, may I
be allowed to interpret your omitting to answer this miserable letter as
a concession of its prayer ? Unless forbidden, I will endeavour to con-
strue your silence as oblivion.

"I have the honour to remain, dear Miss Arden, with deep com-
punction and respect, but not altogether without hope in your mercy,

"Yours the most unhappy and distracted man in England,

"WALTER LONGCLUSE."

Mr. Longcluse sealed this letter in its envelope, and addressed
it. He would have liked to send it that moment, by his servant,

Stories about Mr. Longcluse. 149

but an odd shyness prevented. He did not wish his servants to
conjure and put their heads together over it ; he could not
endure the idea ; so with his own hand he dropped it in the
post. Somewhat in the style of the old novel was this composi-
tion of Mr. Longcluse's — a little theatrical, and, one would have
fancied, even affected ; yet never was man more desperately
sincere.

Night came, and brought no reply. Was no news good news,
or would the morning bring, perhaps from Richard Arden, a
withering answer ? Morning came, and no answer : what was
he to conjecture ?

That day, in Grosvenor Square, he passed Richard Arden,
who looked steadily and sternly a little to his right, and cut
him.

It was a marked and decided cut. His ears tingled as if he
had received a slap in the face. So things had assumed a very
decided attitude indeed ! Longcluse felt very oddly enraged,
at first ; then anxious. It was insulting that Richard Arden
should have taken the initiative in dissolving relations. But
had he not been himself studiously impertinent to Arden, in
that brief colloquy of yesterday ? He ought to have been pre-
pared for this. Without explanation, and the shaking of hands,
it was impossible that relations of amity should have been
resumed between them. But Longcluse had been entirely
absorbed by a threatened alienation that affected him much
more nearly. There was a thesis for conjecture in the situa-
tion, which made him still more anxious. A very liitle time
would probably clear all up.

He was walking homeward, saying to himself as he went,
" No, I shall find no answer ; I should be a fool to fancy any-
thing else;" and yet walking all the more quickly, as he
approached his house, in the hope of the very letter which he
affected, to himself, to have quite rejected as an impossibility.
Some letters had come, but none from Mortlake. His letter to
Alice was still unanswered. He was now in the agony of sus-
pense and distraction.

The same evening Richard Arden was talking about him,
as he leaned with his elbow on the mantelpiece at Mortlake.
He and Alice were alone in the drawing-room, awaiting the
arrival of the little dinner-party. This, as you know, was to
include Lord Wynderbroke, before whose advances, in Richard
Arden's vision, Mr. Longcluse had waned, and even become
an embarrassment and a nuisance.

"It is easier to cut him than to explain," thought Richard
Arden. " It bores one so inexpressibly, giving reasons for
what one does, and I'm so glad he has saved me the trouble
by his vulgar impertinence."

150 Checkmate.

They had talked for some time, Alice chiefly a listener
How was she affected toward Mr. Longcluse ? He was
agreeable ; he flattered her ; he was passionately in love with
her. All but . lis latter condition she liked very well ; but
this was embarrassing, and quite impracticable. Who knows
what that tiny spark we term a fancy, a whim, a penchant
might have grown to, had it not been blown away by this
untimely gust ? But, for my part, I don't think it ever would
have grown to a matter of the heart. There was something
in the way. A fancy is one thing, and passion quite another.
Pique is a common state of mind, and comes and goes, and
comes again, in many a courtship. But a liking that has
once entered the heart cannot be torn out in a hasty moment,
and takes a long time, and many a struggle, to kill.

She was a little sorry, just then, to lose him so inevitably.
Perhaps his letter, to which he had trusted to move her, had
rendered the return of old relations impossible. In this letter
she felt herself the owner of a secret — a secret which she
could not keep without a sort of understanding growing up
between them — which therefore she had no idea of keeping.

She was resolved to tell it. The letter she had locked, in
marked isolation, as if no property of hers, but simply a
document that was in her keeping, in the pretty ormolu
casket that stood on the drawing-room chimney-piece. She
had intended showing it, and telling the story of the scene
in the garden, to Richard. But he was speaking with a
mysterious asperity of Mr. Longcluse, which made her hesitate.
A very little thing, it seemed to her, might suffice to make a
very violent quarrel out of a coldness. Instinctively, there-
fore, she refrained, and listened to Richard while, with his arm
touching the casket on the chimney-piece, he descanted on t
writer of the unknown letter.

She experienced an odd feeling of insecurity as, in the course
of his talk, his fingers began to trifle with the pretty fingers that
stood out in relief upon the casket ; ior she knew that the
ordeal of the pistol, discountenanced in England, was still in
force on the Continent, and Mr. Longcluse's ideas were all Con
tinental ; and how near were those fingers to the letter whic
might suffice to explode the dangerous element that had alread
accumulated !

" He has talked of us to his low companions ; he chooses t
associate with usurers and worse people; and he has bee
speaking of us in the most insolent terms."

" Really !" said Alice. Her large eyes looked larger as th
fixed on him.

" Yes, and I'll tell you how I heard it. You must know, de
Alice, that I happened to want a little money ; and when o

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docs, the usual course is to borrow it. So I paid a visit to my
harpy — and a harpy in need is a harpy indeed. Being hard up,
he fleeced me ; and the gentleman, I suppose, thinking he might
be familiar, told me he was on confidential terms with Mr.
Longcluse and wished me a good deal of joy. ' Of what ? ' I
ventured to ask, for he had just hit me rather hard. ' Of your
chance,' or, as he called it chanshe, he said, with a delightfully
arch leer. I thought he meant I had backed the right horse for
the Derby, but it turned out he meant our chance of inducing
Mr. Longcluse to make up his mind to marry you. I was very
near knocking him down ; but a man who has one's bill for
three hundred pounds must be respected. So I merely ventured
to ask on whose authority he congratulated me, when it
appeared it was on Mr. Longcluse's own, who, it seems, had said a
great deal more, equally intolerable. In plain, coarse terms,
he says that, being poor, we have conspired with you to secure
him, Mr. Longcluse, for your husband. As to the fact of his
having actually conveyed that, and to more people than one,
there is and can be no doubt whatever. I can imagine, con-
sidering all things, nothing more vulgar, audacious, and
cowardly."

A blush of anger glowed in Alice's face. Richard Arden
liked the proud fire that gleamed from her dark grey eyes. It
satisfied him that his words were not lost.

" I lighted on a man who knew more about him than I had
learned before," resumed Richard Arden. " He was suspected
at Berlin of having been engaged in a conspiracy to pigeon
Dacre and Wilmot, who were travelling. He did not appear,
but he is said to have supplied the money, and had a lion's
share of the spoil. There is no good in repeating these things
generally, you know, because they are so hard to prove ; and a
fellow like that is dangerous. They say he is very litigious."

" Upon my word, if your information is at all to be relied
on, it is plain we have made a great mistake. It is a dis-
appointing world, but I could not have fancied him doing any-
thing so low; and I must say for him that he was gentlemanlike
and quiet, and very unlike the person he appears to be. I
think I never heard of anything so outrageous ! Vivian Darnley
told me that he was a great duellist, and thought to be a very
quarrelsome, dangerous companion abroad. But he had only
heard this, and what you tell me is so much worse, so mean, so
utterly intolerable ! "

" Oh ! There's worse than that," said Richard, with a faint
sinister smile.

" What ? " said she, returning it with an almost frightened
gaze.

" There was a very beautiful girl at the opera in Vienna ; her

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name was Piccardi, a daughter of a good old Roman family.
Vou can't imagine how admired she was ! And she was
thought to be on the point of marrying Count Baddenoff;
Mr. Longcluse, it seems, chose to be in love with her ; he
was not then anything like so rich as he became afterwards —
and this poor girl was killed."

" Good heavens ! Richard — what can you mean ?"

" I mean that she was assassinated, and that from that day
Mr. Longcluse was never received in society in Vienna, and had
to leave it."

" You ought to tell May Penrose," said she, after a silence of
dismay.

" Not for the world," said Richard ; " she talks enough for
six — and where's the good ? She'll only take up the cudgels for
him, and we shall be in the centre of a pretty row."

'• Well, if you think it best " she began.

" Certainly," said he. And a silence followed.

" Here is a carriage at the door," said Richard Arden. " Let
us dismiss Longcluse, and look a little more like ourselves."

That evening there came letters as usual to Mr. Longcluse,
and among others a note from Lady Mary Penrose, reminding
him of her little garden-party at Richmond next day.

" By Jove ! " he exclaimed, starting up and reading the cards
on his chimney, " I thought it was the day after. It was very
good-natured, poor old thing, her reminding me. I shall see
Alice Arden there. Not one line does she vouchsafe. But is
not she right? I think the more highly of her for not writing.
I don't think she ought to write. Oh, Heaven grant she may
meet me as usual ? Does she mean it ? If she did not, would
she hot have got her brother to write, or have written herself a
cold line, to end our acquaintance ?"

So he tried to comfort himself, and to keep alive his dying
hope by these artificial stimulants.

CHAPTER XXIX.

THE GARDEN PARTY.

|EXT morning Mr. Longcluse rose with a sense of some-
thing before him.

" So I shall see her to-day ! If she's the girl I've
thought her, she will meet me as usual. That frantic
scene, in which I risked all on the turn of a die, will be for-
gotten. Hasty words, or precipitate letters, are passed over
every day ; the man who commits such follies, under a
transitory insanity, is allowed the privilege of recalling them.
There were no witnesses present to make forgiveness difficult.
It all lies with her own good sense, and a heart proud but

fentle. Let but those mad words be sponged out, and I am
appy. Alice, if you forgive me, I forgive your brother, and
take his name from where it is, and write it in my heart. Oh,
beautiful Alice ! will you belie your looks ? Oh, clear bright
mind ! will you be clouded and perverted ? Oh, gentle heart !
can you be merciless ? "

Mr. Longcluse made his simple morning toilet very carefully.
A very plain man, extremely ugly some pronounce him ; yet his
figure is good, his get-up unexceptionable, and altogether he is
a most gentlemanlike man to look upon, and in his movements
and attitudes, quite unstudied, there is an undefinable grace.
His accent is a little foreign — the slightest thing in the world,
and Lady May Penrose declares it is so very pretty. Then he
is so agreeable, when he pleases ; and he is so very rich !

Some people wonder why he does not withdraw from all
speculations, retire upon his enormous wealth, and with his
elegant tastes, and the art of being magnificent without glare,
even gorgeous without vulgarity — for has he not shown this
refined talent in the service of others, who have taken him into
council ? — he could eclipse all the world in splendid elegance,

•54 Checkmate.

and make his way, force d'argent, to the pinnacle of half the
world's ambition. Were those stories true that Richard Arden
told his sister on the night before ?

I don't think that Richard Arden stuck at trifles, where he
had an object to gain, and I don't believe a word of his story of
Mr. Longcluse's insulting talk. It was not his way to boast and
vapour ; and he had a secret contempt for many of the Jewish
and other agents whom he chose to employ. But undoubtedly
Mr. Longcluse had the reputation among his discounting
admirers of being a dangerous man to quarrel with ; and also it
was true that he had fought three or four savage duels in the
course of his Continental life. There were other stories, un-
authenticated, unpleasant. There were whispered with sneers
by Mr. Longcluse's enemies. But there's a divinity doth hedge
a King Crcesus, and his character bore a charmed life, among
the missiles that would have laid that of many a punier man in
the dust.

With an agitated heart, Mr. Longcluse approached the pretty
little place known as Raleigh Court, to which he had been
invited. Through the quaint, old-fashioned gate-way, under the
embowering branches of tall trees, he drove up a short, broad
avenue, clumped at each side with old timber, to the open hall-
door of the pretty Elizabethan house. Carriages of all sorts
were discernible under the branches, assembled at the further
side to the right of the hall-door, over the wide steps of which
was spread a scarlet cloth. Croquet parties were already visible
on the shorn grass, under boughs that spread high in the air,
and cast a pleasant shadow on the sward. Groups were stroll-
ing among the flower-beds — some walking in, some emerging
from the open door — and the scene presented the usual variety
of dress, and somewhat listless to-ing and fro-ing.

Did anyone, of all the guests of Lady May, mask so profound
an agitation, under the conventional smile, as that which beat
at Walter Longcluse's heart ? Two or three people whom he
knew, he met and talked to — some for a minute, others for a
longer time — as he drew near the steps. His eye all the time
was busy in the search after one pretty figure, the least glimps
of which he would have recognised with the thrill of a sure
intuition, far or near. He would have liked to ask the friends
he met whether the Ardens were here. But what would have
been easy to him a week before, was now an effort for which he
could not find courage.

He entered the hall, quaint and lofty, rising to the entire
height of the house, with two galleries, one above the other,
surrounding it on three sides. Ancestors of the late Mr.
Penrose, who had left all this and a great deal more to his
sorrowing relict, stood on the panelled walls at full length

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some in ruffs and trunk-hose, others in perukes and cut-velvet,
one with a bdton in his hand, and three with falcon on fist —
all stately and gentlemanlike, according to their several periods ;
with corresponding ladies, some stiff and pallid, who figured in
the days of the virgin queen, and others in the graceful
deshabille of Sir Peter Lely. This quaint oak hall was now
resonant with the buzz and clack of modern gossip, prose, and
flirtation, and a great deal crowded, notwithstanding its com-
modious proportions. Lady May was still receiving her com-
pany near the doorway of the first drawing-room, and her
kindly voice was audible from within as the visitor approached.
Mr. Longcluse was very graciously received.

" I want you so particularly, to introduce you to Lady Hum-
mington. She is such a charming person. She is so
thoroughly up in German literature. She's a great deal too
learned for me, but you and she will understand one another so
perfectly, and you will be quite charmed with her. Mr.
Addlings, did you happen to see Lady Hummington, or have
you any idea where she's gone ? "

" I shall go and look for her, with pleasure. Is not she the
tall lady with grey hair ? Shall I tell her you want to say a
word to her ? "

" You're very kind, but I'll not mind, thank you very much.
It is so provoking, Mr. Longcluse ! you would have been
perfectly charmed with her."

" I shall be more fortunate, by-and-by, perhaps," said Mr.
Longcluse. " Are any of our friends from Mortlake here ? " he
added, looking a little fixedly in her eyes, for he was thinking
whether Alice had betrayed his secret, and was trying to read
an answer there.

Lady May answered quite promptly —

" Oh, yes, Alice is here, and her brother. He went out that
way with some friends," she said, indicating with a little nod a
door which, from a second hall, opened on a terrace. " I asked
him to show them the three fountains. You must see them
also ; they are in the Dutch garden ; they were put up in the
reign of George the First. — How d'ye do, Mrs. Frumply ? How
dye do, Miss Frumply?"

" What a charming house ! " exclaims Mrs. Frumply, " and
what a day ! We were saying, Arabella and I, as we drove out,
that you must really have an influence with the clerk of the
weather, ha, ha, ha ! didn't we, Arabella ? So charming ! "

Lady May laughed affably, and said — "Won't you and your
daughter go in and take some tea ? Mr. (she was going to call
on Longcluse, but he had glided away) — Oh, Mr. Darnley ! "

And the introduction was made, and Vivian Darnley, with
Mrs. Frumply on his arm, attended by her daughter Arabella,

156 Checkmate.

did as he was commanded and got tea for that simpering lady,
and fruit and Naples biscuits, and plum-cake, and was rewarded
with the original joke about the clerk of the weather.

Mr. Longcluse, in the meantime, had passed the door
indicated by Lady May, and stood upon the short terrace that
overlooked the pretty flower-garden cut out in grotesque
patterns, so that looking down upon its masses of crimson,
blue, and yellow, as he leaned on the balustrade, it showed
beneath his eye like a wide deep-piled carpet, on the green
ground of which were walking groups of people, the brilliant
hues of the ladies' dresses rivalling the splendour of the
verbenas, and making altogether a very gay picture.

The usual paucity of male attendance made Mr. Longcluse's
task of observation easy. He was looking for Richard Arden's
well-known figure among the groups, thinking that probably
Alice was not far off. But he was not there, nor was Alice ;
and Walter Longcluse, gloomy and lonely in this gay crowd,
descended the steps at the end of this terrace, and sauntered
round again to the front of the house, now and then passing
some one he knew, with an exchange of a smile or a bow, and
then lost again in the Vanity Fair of strange faces and voices.

Now he is at the hall door — he mounts the steps. Suddenly,
as he stands upon the level platform at top, he finds himself
within four feet of Richard Arden. He looks on him as he
might on the carved pilaster, at the side of the hall door ; no
one could have guessed, by his inflexible but unaffected glance,
that he and Mr. Arden had ever been acquainted. The
younger man showed something in his countenance, a sudden
hauteur, a little elevation of the chin, a certain sternness, more
inelpdramatic, though less effective, than the simple blank of
Mr. Longcluse's glance.

That gentleman looked about coolly. He was in search of
Miss Arden, but he did not see her. He entered the hall
again, and Richard Arden a little awkwardly resumed his
conversation, which had suddenly subsided into silence on
Longcluse's appearance.

By this time Lady May was more at ease, having received
all her company that were reasonably punctual, and in the hall
Longcluse now encountered her.

" Have you seen Mr. Arden ? " she inquired of him.

" Yes, he's at the door, at the steps."

" Would you mind telling him kindly that I want to say a
word to him ? ''

" Certainly, most happy," said Longcluse, without anj
distinct plan as to how he was to execute her awkwar
commission.

'' Thank you very much. But, oh ! dear, here is Ladj

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Hummington, and she wishes so much to know you ; I'll send
some one else. I must introduce you, come with me — Lady
Hummington, I want to introduce my friend, Mr. Longcluse."
So Mr. Longcluse was presented to Lady Hummington, who
was very lean, and a " blue," and most fatiguingly well up in
archaeology, and all new books on dry and difficult subjects.
So that Mr. Longcluse felt that he was, in Joe Willett's
phrase, "tackled" by a giant, and was driven to hideous
exertions of attention and memory to hold his own. When
Lady Hummington, to whom it was plain kind Lady May, with
an unconscious cruelty, had been describ ng Mr. Longcluse's
accomplishments and acquirements, had taken some tea and
other refection, and when Mr. Longcluse's kindness "had her
wants supplied," and she, like Scott's " old man " in the " Lay
of the Last Minstrel," " was gratified," she proposed visiting
the music-room, where she had heard a clever organist play,
on a harmonium, three distinct tunes at the same time, which
being composed on certain principles, that she explained with
much animation and precision, harmonised very prettily.

So this clever woman directed, and Mr. Longcluse led, the
way to the music-room.

CHAPTER XXX.

HE SEES HER.

R. LONGCLUSE'S attention was beginning to wander
a little, and his eyes were now busy in search of
some one whom he had not found ; and knowing
that the duration of people's stay at a garden-party
is always uncertain, and that some of those gaily-plumed birds
who make the nutter, and chirping, and brilliancy of the scene,
hardly alight before they take wing again, he began to fear that
Alice Arden had gone.

" Just like my luck ! " he thought bitterly ; <: and if she is
gone, when shall I have an opportunity of seeing her again ? "

Lady Hummington's well-informed conversation had been,
unheeded, accompanying the ruminations and distractions of
this " passionate pilgrim ; " and as they approached the door
of the music-room, the little crush there brought the learned
lady's lips so near to his ear, that with a little start he heard
the words — " All strictly arithmetical, you know, and adjusted
by the relative frequency of vibrations. That theory, I am
sure, you approve, Mr. Longcluse."

To which the distracted lover made answer, " I quite agt
with you, Lady Hummington."

The music-room at Raleigh Court is an apartment of
great size, and therefore when, with Lady Hummington on
arm, he entered, it was at no great distance that he saw Mis
Arden standing near the window, and talking with an elderl)
gentleman, whose appearance he did not know, but wt
seemed to be extremely interested in her conversation. SI
saw him, he had not a doubt, for she turned a little quicklj
and looked ever so little more directly out at the window, ar
a very slight tinge flushed her cheek. It was quite plain,
tiio: ght, and a dreadful pang stole through his breast, that si.

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did not choose to see him — quite plain that she did see him —
and he thought, from a subtle scrutiny of her beautiful ieatures,
quite plain also that ic gave her pain to meet without ac-
knowledging him.

Lady Hummington was conversing with volubility ; but the
air felt icy, and there was a strange trembling at his heart, and
this, in many respects, hard man of the world, felt that the
tears were on the point of welling from his eyes. The struggle
was but for a few moments, and he seemed quite himself again.
Lady Hummington wished to go to the end of the room where
the piano was, and the harmonium on which the organist had
performed his feat of the three tunes. That artist was taking
his departure, having a musical assignation of some kind to
keep. But to oblige Lady Hummington, who had heard of
Thalberg's doing something of the kind, he sat down and
played an elaborate piece of music on the piano with his
thumbs only. This charming effort over, and applauded, the
performer took his departure. And Lady Hummirigton said —

" I am told, Mr. Longcluse, that you are a very good
musician."

" A very indifferent performer, Lady Hummington."

" Lady May Penrose tells a very different tale."

" Lady May Penrose is too kind to be critical," said Long-
cluse ; and as he maintained this dialogue, his eye was observing
every movement of Alice Arden. She seemed, however, to
have quite made up her mind to stand her ground. There was
a strange interest, to him, even in being in the same room with
her. Perhaps Miss Arden saw that Mr. Longcluse's move-
ments were dependent upon those of the lady whom he ac-
companied, and might have thought that, the muscian having
departed, their stay in that room would not be very long.

" I should be so glad to hear you sing, Mr. Longcluse,"
pursued Lady Hummington. " You have been in the East, I
think ; have you any of the Hindostanee songs ? There are
some, I have read, that embody the theories of the Brahmin
philosophy."

"Long-winded songs, I fancy/' said Mr. Longcluse, laugh-
ing ; " it is a very voluminous philosophy, but the truth is, 1 Ve
got a little cold, and I should not like to make a bad impression
so early."

" But surely there are some simple little things, without very
much compass, that would not distress you. How pretty those
old English songs are that they are collecting and publishing
now ! I mean songs of Shakespeare s time — Ben Jonson's,
Beaumont and Fletcher's, and Massinger's, you know. Some
of them are so extremely pretty ! ';

" Oh ! yes, Til sing you one of those with pleasure," said he

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with a strange alacrity, quite forgetting his cold, sitting do\vn
at the instrument, and striking two or three fierce chords.

I am sure that most of my readers are acquainted with that
pretty old English song, of the time of James the First, entitled,
" Once I Loved a Maiden Fair." That was the song he chose.

Never, perhaps, did he sing so well before, with a fluctuation
of pathos and scorn, tenderness and hatred, expressed with real
dramatic fire, and with more power of voice than at moments
of less excitement he possessed. He sang it with real passion,
and produced, exactly where he wished, a strange but unavowed
sensation. He omitted one verse, and the song as he delivered
it was thus : —

" Once I loved a maiden fair,

But she did deceive me :
She with Venus could compare,

In my mind, believe me.
She was young, and among

All our maids the sweetest :
Now I say, Ah, well-a-day '

Brightest hopes are fleetest.

Maidens wavering and untrue

Many a heart have broken ;
Sweetest lips the world e'er know

Falsest words have spoken.
Fare thee well, faithless girl,

I'll not sorrow for thee :
Once I held thee dear as pearl,

Now 1 do abhor thee."

::

When he had T.nished the song, he sale? coldly, but
distinctly, as he rose- -

" I like that song, there is a melancholy psychology in it.
is a song worthy of Shakespeare himself."

Lady Hummington urged him with an encore, but he was
proof against her entreaties. And so, after a little, she took
Mr. Longcluse's arm ; and Alice felt relieved when the re
was rid of them.

CHAPTER XXXI.

ABOUT THE GROUNDS.

ADY HUMMINGTON, well pleased at having found
in Mr. Longcluse what she termed a kindred mind,
was warned by the hour that she must depart. She
took her leave of Mr. Longcluse with regret, and
made him promise to come to luncheon with her on the
Thursday following. Mr. Longcluse called her carriage for
her, and put in, besides herself, her maiden sister and two
daughters, who all exhibited the family leanness, with noses
more or less red and aquiline, and small black eyes, set rather
close together.

As he ascended the steps he was accosted by a damsel
in distress.

" Mr. Longcluse, I'm so glad to see you ! You must do a
very good-natured thing," said handsome Miss Maubray,
smiling on him. " I came here with old Sir Arthur and Lady
Tramway, and I've lost them ; and I've been bored to death by
a Mr. Bagshot, and I've sent him to look for my pocket-
handkerchief in the tea-room ; and I want you, as you hope for
mercy, to show it now, and rescue me from my troubles."

"I'm too much honoured. I'm only too happy, Miss Mau-
bray. I shall put Mr. Bagshot to death, if you wi^h it, and Sir
Arthur and Lady Tramway shall appear the moment you com-
mand."

Mr. Longcluse was talking his nonsense with the high spirits
which sometimes attend a painful excitement.

" I told them I should get to that tree if I were lost in the
crowd, and that they would be sure to find me under it after six
o'clock. Do take me there ; I am so afraid of Mr. Bagshot's
returning ! "

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So over the short grass that handsome girl walked, with Mr
Longcluse at her side.

" I'll sit at this side, thank you ; I don't want to be seen by
Mr. Bagshot."

So she sat down, placing herself at the further side of the
great trunk of the old chestnut-tree. Mr. Longcluse stood
nearly opposite, but so placed as to command a view of the
hall-door steps. He was still watching the groups that emerged,
with as much interest as if his life depended on the order of their
to-ing and fro-ing. But, in spite of this, very soon Miss Mau-
bray's talk began to interest him.

" Whom did Alice Arden come with ?" asked Miss Maubray.
" I should like to know ; because, if I should lose my people, I
must find some one to take me home."
" With her brother, I fancy."

" Oh ! yes, to be sure — I saw him here. I forgot. But Alice
is very independent, just now, of his protection," and she
laughed.

" How do you mean ?"

" Oh ! Lord Wynderbroke, of course, takes care of her while
she's here. I saw them walking about together, so happy ! I
suppose it is all settled."

" About Lord Wynderbroke ? " suggested Longcluse, with a
gentle carelessness, as if he did not care a farthing — as if a
dreadful oain had not at that moment pierced his heart.

"Yes, Lord Wynderbroke. Why, haven't you heard of
that?"

" Yes, I believe — I think so. I am sure I have heard some-
thing of it ; but one hears so many things, one forgets, and I
don't know him. What kind of man is he ?"

" He's hard to describe ; he's not disagreeable, and he's not
dull ; he has a great deal to say for himself about pictures, and
the East, and the Crimea, and the opera, and all the people at
all the courts in Europe, and he ought to be amusing ; but I
think he is the driest person I ever talked to. And he is really
good-natured ; but I think him much more teasing than the
most ill-natured man alive, he's so insufferably punctual and
precise."

"You know him very well, then?" said Longcluse, with an
effort to contribute his share to the talk.

" Pretty well," said the young lady, with just a slight tinge
flushing her haughty cheek " But no one, who has been a
week in the same house with him, could fail to see all that."

Miss Maubray herself, I am told, had hopes of Lord Wynder-
broke about a year before, and was not amiably disposed to-
wards him now, and looked on the triumph of Alice a little
sourly ; although something like the beginning of a real love

About the Grounds. 163

had since stolen into her heart — not, perhaps, destined to be
much more happy.

" Lord Wynderbroke — I don't know him. Is that gentleman
he wnom I saw talking to Miss Arden in the music-room, I
wonder ? He's not actually thin, and he is not at all stout ; he's
a little above the middle height, and he stoops just a little. He
appears past fifty, and his hair looks like an old-fashioned brown
wig, brushed up into a sort of cone over his forehead. He
seems a little formal, and very polite and smiling, with a flower
in his button-hole ; a blue coat ; and he has a pair of those little
gold Paris glasses, and was looking out through the window
with them."

" Had he a high nose ?"

" Yes, rather a thin, high nose, and his face is very brown."
"Well, if he was all that, and had a brown face and a high
nose, and was pretty near fifty-three, and very near Alice Arden,
he was positively Lord Wynderbroke."

" And has this been going on for some time, or is it a sudden
thing?"

"Both, I believe. It has been going on a long time, I believe,
in old Sir Reginald's head ; but it has come about, after all,
rather suddenly ; and my guardian says — Mr. David Arden, you
know — that he has written a proposal in a letter to Sir Reginald,
and you see how happy the young lady looks. So I think we
may assume that the course of true love, for once, runs smooth
—don't you?"

"And I suppose there is no objection anywhere?" said
Longcluse, smiling. " It is a pity he is not a little younger,
perhaps."

" I don't hear any complaints ; let us rather rejoice he is not
ten or twenty years older. I am sure it would not prevent his
happiness, but it would heighten the ridicule. Are you one of
Lady May Penrose's party to the Derby to-morrow ?" inquired
the young lady.

"No ; I haven't been asked."
" Lord Wynderbroke is going."
" Oh ! of course he is."

" I don't think Mr. David Arden likes it ; but, of course, it is
no business of his if other people are pleased. I wonder you
did not hear all this from Richard Arden, you and he are so
intimate."

So said the young lady, looking very innocent. But I think
she suspected more than she said.

" No, I did not hear it," he said carelessly ; " or, if I did, I
forgot it. But do you blame the young lady ? "

" Blame her ! not at all. Besides, I am not so sure that she
knows."

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" How can you think so ? "

" Because I think she likes quite another person.*

" Really ! And who is he ? "

" Can't you guess ?"

" Upon my honour, I can't."

There was something so earnest, and even vehement, in this
sudden asseveration, that Miss Maubray looked for a moment
in his face ; and seeing her curious expression, he said more
quietly, " I assure you I don't think I ever heard ; I'm rather
curious to know."

" I mean Mr. Vivian Darnley."

" Oh ! Well, I've suspected that a long time. I told Richard
Arden, one day — I forget how it came about — but he said no."

"Well, I say yes," laughed the young lady, "and we shall
see who's right."

" Oh ! Recollect I'm only giving you his opinion. I rather
lean to yours, but he said there was positively nothing in it, and
that Mr. Darnley is too poor to marry."

"If Alice Arden resembles me," said the young lady, "she
thinks there are just two things to marry for — either love or
ambition."

" You place love first, I'm glad to hear," said Mr. Longcluse,
with a smile.

" So I do, because it is most likely to prevail with a pig-headed
girl ; but what I mean is this : that social pre-eminence — I mean
rank, and not trumpery rank ; but such as, being accompanied
with wealth and precedence, is also attended with power — is
worth an immense sacrifice of all other objects ; my reason tells
me, worth the sacrifice of love. But that is a sacrifice which
impatient, impetuous people can't always so easily make — which
I daresay I could not make if I were tried ; but I don't think
shall ever be fool enough to become so insane, for the state of ;
person in love is a state of simple idiotism. It is pitiable,
allow, but also contemptible ; but, judging by what I see, it
pears to me a more irresistible delusion than ambition. But
don't understand Alice well. I think, if I knew a little more of
her brother — certain qualities so run in families — I should
able to make a better guess. What do you think of him ?"

" He's very agreeable, isn't he ? and, for the rest, really, until
men are tried as events only can try them, it is neither wise nc
safe to pronounce."

" Is he affectionate ?"

"His sister seems to worship him," he answered ; "but young
ladies are so angelic, that where they like they resent nothing,
and respect selfishness itself as a manly virtue."

" But you know him intimately ; surely you must know some
thing of him."

About the Grounds. 165

Under different circumstances, this audacious young lady's
cross-examination would have amused Mr. Longcluse ; but in
his present relations, and spirits, it was otherwise.

" I should but mislead you if I were to answer more distinctly.
I answer for no man, hardly for myself. Besides, I question
your theory. I don't think, except by accident, that a brother's
character throws any light upon a sister's ; and I hope — I think,
I mean — that Miss Arden has qualities illimitably superior to
those of her brother. Are these your friends, Miss Maubray ?"
he continued.

" So they are,'' she answered. "I'm so much obliged to you,
Mr. Longcluse ! I think they are leaving."

Mr. Longcluse, having delivered her into the hands of her
chaperon, took his leave, and walked into the broad alleys
among the trees , and in solitude under their shade, sat himself
down by a pond, on which two swans were sailing majestically.
Looking down upon the water with a pallid frown, he struck the
bank beneath him viciously with his heel, peeling off little bits
of the sward, which dropped into the water.

" It is all plain enough now. Richard Arden has been play-
ing me false. It ought not to surprise me, perhaps. The girl,
I still believe, has neither act nor part in the conspiracy. She
has been duped by her brother. I have thrown myself upon
her mercy ; I will now appeal to her justice. As for him — what
vermin mankind are ! He must return to his allegiance ; he
will. After all, he may not like to lose me. He will act in the
way that most interests his selfishness. Come, come ! it is no
impracticable problem. I'm not cruel ? Not I ! No, I'm not
cruel ; but I am utterly just. I would not hang a mouse up by
the tail to die, as they do in France, head downwards, of hunger,
for eating my cheese ; but should the vermin nibble at my heart,
in that case, what says justice ? Alice, beautiful Alice, you shall
have every chance before I tear you from my heart — oh, for
ever ! Ambition ! That coarse girl, Miss Maubray, can't under-
stand you. Ambition, in her sense, you have none; there is
nothing venal in your nature. Vivian Darnley, is there any-
thing in that either ? I think nothing. I observed them closely,
that night, at Mortlake. No, there was nothing. My conversa-
tion and music interested her, and when I was by, he was
nothing.

" They are going to the Derby to-morrow. I think Lady May
has treated me rather oddly, considering that she had all but
borrowed my drag. She might have put me off civilly ; but I
don't blame her. She is good-natured, and if she has any idea
that I and the Ardens are not quite on pleasant terms, it quite
excuses it. Her asking me here, and her little note to remind,
V;ere meant to show that she did not take up the quarrel against

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Checkmate.

me. Never mind ; I shall know all about it, time enough.
They are going to the Derby to-morrow. Very well, I shall go
also. It will all be right yet. When did I fail ? When did I
renounce an object ? By Heaven, one way or other, I'll accom
plish this !"

Tall Mr. Longcluse rose, and looked round him, and in deep
thought, marched with a resolute step towards the house.

CHAPTER XXXII.

UNDER THE LIME-TREES.

j|T this garden-party, marvellous as it may appear, Lord
Wynderbroke has an aunt. How old she is I know
not, nor yet with what conscience her respectable re-
lations can permit her to haunt such places, and run
a risk of being suffocated in doorways, or knocked down the
steps by an enamoured couple hurrying off to more romantic
quarters, or of having her maundering old head knocked with a
croquet mallet, as she totters drearily among the hoops.

This old lady is worth conciliating, for she has plate and
jewels, and three thousand a-year to leave ; and Lord Wynder-
broke is a prudent man. He can bear a great deal of money,
and has no objection to jewels, and thinks that the plate of his
bachelor and old-maid kindred should gravitate to the centre
and head of the house. Lord Wynderbroke was indulgent, and
did not object to her living a little longer, for this aunt conduced
to his air of juvenility more than the flower in his button-hole.
However, she was occasionally troublesome, and on this occa-
sion made art unwise mixture of fruit and other things ; and a
servant glided into the music-room, and with a proper inclina-
tion of his person, in a very soft tone said, —

" My lord, Lady Witherspoons is in her carriage at the door,
my lord, and says her ladyship is indisposed, and begs, my lord,
that your lordship will be so good as to hacompany her 'ome in
h,er carriage, my lord."

" Oh ! tell her ladyship I am so very sorry, and will be with
her in a moment." And he turned with a very serious counten-
ance to Alice. " How extremely unfortunate ! When I saw
those miserable cherries, I knew how it would be ; and now I
am torn away from this charming place j and I'm sure I hope

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she may be better soon, it is so (disgusting, he thought, but h.
said) melancholy ! With whom shall I leave you, Miss Arden?"
" Thanks, I came with my brother, and here is my cousin,
Mr. Darnley, who can tell me where he is."

"With a croquet party, near the little bridge. I'll be your
guide, if you'll allow me," said Vivian Darnley eagerly.

" Pray, Lord Wynderbroke, don't let me delay you longer. 1
shall find my brother quite easily now. I so hope Lady Withcr-
spoons may soon be better !"

" Oh, yes, she always is better soon ; but in the meantime
one is carried away, you see, and everything upset ; and all
because, poor woman, she won't exercise the smallest restraint.
And she has, of course, a right to command me, being my aunt,
you know, and — and — the whole thing is ineffably provoking."

And thus he took his reluctant departure, not without a brief
but grave scrutiny of Mr. Vivian Darnley. When he was gone,
Vivian Darnley proffered his arm, and that little hand was
placed on it, the touch of which made his heart beat faster.
Though people were beginning to go, there was still a crush
about the; steps. This little resistance and mimic difficulty were
pleasant to him for her sake. Down the steps they went
together, and now he had her all to himself; and silently for a
while he led her over the closely-shorn grass, and into the
green walk between the lime-trees, that leads down to the little
bridge.

" Alice," at last he said — " Miss Arden, what have I done
that you are so changed ? "

" Changed ! I don't think I am changed. What is there to
change me?" she said carelessly, but in a low tone, as she
looked along towards the flowers.

" It won't do, Alice, repeating my question, for that is all you
have done. I like you too well to be put off with mere words.
You are changed, and without a cause — no, I could not say that
— not without a cause. Circumstances are altered ; you are in
the great world now, and admired ; you have wealth and titles
at your feet — Mr. Longcluse with hi-; millions, Lord Wynder-
broke with his coronet."

" And who told you that these gentlemen were at my feet ? "
she exclaimed, with a flash from her fine eyes, that reminded
him of moments of pretty childish anger, long ago. " If I am
changed — and perhaps I am — such speeches as that would quite
account for it. You accuse me of caprice — has any one evet
accused you of impertinence ?"

" It is quite true, I deserve your rebuke. I have been
speaking as freely as if we were back again at Arden Court, or
Ryndelmere, and ten years of our lives were as a mist that rolls
away."

Under the Lime-trees. 169

"That's a quotation from a song of Tennyson's."

" I don't know what it is from. Being melancholy myself, I
say the words because they are melancholy."

" Surely you can find some friend to console you in your
affliction."

" It is not easy to find a friend at any time, much less when
things go wrong with us."

" It is very hard if there is really no one to comfort you.
Certainly / sha'n't try anything so hopeless as comforting a
person who is resolved to be miserable. ' There's such a charm
in melancholy, I would not if I could, be gay.' There's a
quotation for you, as you like verses — particularly what I call
moping verses."

" Come, Alice ! this is not like you ; you are not so unkind as
your words would seem ; you are not cruel, Alice — you are cruel
to no one else, only to me, your old friend."

" I have said nothing cruel," said Miss Alice, looking on the
grass before her ; " cruelty is too sublime a phrase. I don't
think I have ever experienced cruelty in my life ; and I don't
think it likely that you have ; I certainly have never been cruel
to any one. I'm a very good-natured person, as my birds and
squirrel would testify if they could."

She laughed.

" I suppose people call that cruel which makes them suffer
very much ; it may be but a light look, or a cold word, but still
it may be more than years of suffering to another. But I don't
think, Alice, you ought to be so with me. I think you might
remember old times a little more kindly."

" I remember them very kindly — as kindly as you do. We
were always very good friends, and always, I daresay, shall be.
/ sha'n't quarrel. But I don't like heroics, I think they are so
unmeaning. There may be people who like them very well

and There is Richard, I think, and he has thrown away

his mallet. If his game is over, he will come now, and Lady
May doesn't want the people to stay late ; she is going into
town, and I stay with her to-night. We are going to the Derby
to-morrow."

" I am going also — it was so kind of her ! — she asked me to
be of her party," said Vivian Darnley.

" Richard is coming also ; I have never been to the Derby,
and I daresay we shall be a very pleasant party ; I know I like
it of all things. Here comes Richard — he sees me. Was my
uncle David here?"

" No."

" I hardly thought he was, but I saw Grace Maubray,
and I fancied he might have come with her," she said car&«
lessly.

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Checkmate.

" Yes, she was here ; she came with Lady Tramways. They
went away about half-an-hour ago."

So Richard joined her, and they walked to the house together,
Vivian Darnley accompanying them.

" 1 think I saw you a little spooney to-day, Vivian, didn't I ?"
said Richard Arden, laughing. He remembered what Longcluse
once said to him, about Vivian's tendre for his sister, and did
not choose that Alice should suspect it. " Grace Maubray is a
very pretty girl."

" She may be that, though it doesn't strike me," began
Darnley.

" Oh ! come, I'm too old for that sort of disclaimer ; and I
don't see why you should be so modest about it. She is clever
and pretty."

" Yes, she is very pretty," said Alice.

"I suppose she is, but you're quite mistaken if you really
fancy I admire Miss Maubray. I don't, I give you my honour,
I don't," said Vivian vehemently.

Richard Arden laughed again, but prudently urged the point
no more, intending to tell the story that evening as he and Alice
drove together into town, in the way that best answered his
purpose.

CHAPTER XXXIII.

THE DERBY.

|HE morning of the Derby day dawned auspiciously.
The weather-cocks, the sky, and every other prog-
nostic portended a fine cloudless day, and many an
eye peeped early from bed-room window to read
these signs, rejoicing.

" Ascot would have been more in our way," said Lady May,
glancing at Alice, when ihe time arrived for taking their places
in the carriage. " But the time answered, and we shall see a
great many people we know there. So you must not think I
have led you into a very fast expedition."

Richard Arden took the reins. The footmen were behind, in
charge of hampers from Fortnum and Mason's, and inside,
opposite to Alice, sat Lord Wynderbroke ; and Lady May's
•vis-a-vis was Vivian Darnley. Soon they had got into the
double stream of carriages of all sorts. There are closed
carriages with pairs or fours, gigs, hansom cabs fitted with gauze
curtains, dog-carts, open carriages with hampers lashed to the
foot-boards, dandy drags, bright and polished, with crests ; vans,
cabs, and indescribable contrivances. There are horses worth
a hundred and fifty guineas a-piece, and there are others that
look as if the knacker should have them. There are all sorts of
raws, and sand-cracks, and broken knees. There are kickers
and roarers, and bolters and jibbers, such a crush and medley
in that densely packed double line, that jogs and crushes along
you can hardly tell how.

Sometimes one line passes the other, and then sustains a
momentary check, while the other darts forward ; and now and
then a panel is smashed, with the usual altercation, and dust
unspeakable eddying and floating everywhere in the sun ; all
sorts of chaff exchanged, mail-coach horns blowing, and

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general impudence and hilarity ; gentlemen with veils on, and
ladies with light hoods over their bonnets, and alt sorts of gauzy
defences against the dust. The utter novelty of all these sights
and sounds highly amuses Alice, to whom they are absolutely
strange.

" I am so amused," she said, " at the gravity you all seem to
take these wonderful doings with. I could not have fancied
anything like it. Isn't that Borrowdale ?"

"So it is," said Lady May. "I thought he was in France.
He doesn't see us, I think."

He did see them, but it was just as he was cracking a personal
joke with a busman, in which the latter had decidedly the best
of it, and he did not care to recognise his lady acquaintances
at disadvantage.

" What a fright that man is ! " said Lord Wynderbroke.

" But his team is the prettiest in England, except Longcluse's,"
said Darnley ; "and, by Jove, there's Longcluse's drag !"

"Those are very nice horses," said Lord Wynderbroke
looking at Longcluse's team, as if he had not heard Darnley's
observation. " They are worth looking at, Miss Arden."

Longcluse was seated on the box, with a veil on, through
which his white smile was indistinctly visible.

" And what a fright he is, also ! He looks like a picture of
Death I once saw, with a cloth half over his face ; or the Veiled
Prophet. By Jove, a curious thing that the two most hideous
men in England should have between them the two prettiest
teams on earth ! "

Lord Wynderbroke looks at Darnley with raised brows,
vaguely. He has been talking more than his lordship perhaps
thinks he has any business to talk, especially to Alice.

'< You will be more diverted still when we have got upon the
course," interposes Lord Wynderbroke. " The variety of strange
people there — gipsies, you know, and all that — mountebanks,
and thimble-riggers, and beggars, and musicians — you'll wonde
how such hordes could be collected in all England, or whe
they come from."

" And although they make something of a day like this, hov
on earth they contrive to exist all the other days of the yea
when people are sober, and minding their own business," adde
Darnley.

" To me the pleasantest thing about the drive is our findir
ourselves in the open country. Look out of the window the
— trees and farm-steads — it is so rural, and such an odd change !'
said Lady May.

" And the young corn, I'm glad to see, is looking very wel
said Lord Wynderbroke, who claimed to be something of
agriculturist.

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" And the oddest thing about it is our being surrounded, in
the midst of all this rural simplicity, with the population of
London," threw in Vivian Darnley.

" Remember, Miss Arden, our wager," said Lord Wynder-
broke ; "you have backed May Queen."

" May * she should be a cousin of mine," said good Lady
May, firing off her little pun, which was received very kindly by
her audience.

" Ha, ha ! I did not think of that ; she should certainly be
the most popular name on the card," said Lord Wynderbroke.
" I hope I have not made a great mistake, Miss Arden, in
betting against so — so auspicious a name."

" I sha'n't let you off, though. I'm told I'm very likely to win
— isn't it so ? " she asked Vivian.

" Yes, the odds are in favour of May Queen now ; you might
make a capital hedge."

" You don't know what a hedge is, I daresay. Miss Arden ;
ladies don't always quite understand our turf language," said
Lord Wynderbroke, with a consideration which he hoped that
very forward young man, on whom he fancied Miss Arden
looked good-naturedly, felt as he ought. " It is called a hedge,

by betting men, when " and he expounded the meaning of

the term.

The road had now become more free, as they approached the
course, and Dick Arden took advantage of the circumstance to
pass the omnibuses, and other lumbering vehicles, which he
soon left far behind. The grand stand now rose in view — and
now they were on the course. The first race had not yet come
off, and young Arden found a good place among the triple line
of carriages. Off go the horses ! Miss Arden is assisted to a
cushion on the roof ; Lord Wynderbroke and Vivian take places
beside her. The sun is growing rather hot, and the parasol is
up. Good-natured Lady May is a little too stout for climbing,
but won't hear of anyone's staying to keep her company.
Perhaps when Richard Arden, who is taking a walk by the
ropes, and wants to see the horses which are showing, returns,
she may have a little talk with him at the window. In the
meantime, all the curious groups of figures, and a hundred
more, which Lord Wynderbroke promised — the monotonous
challenges of the fellows with games of all sorts, the whine ol
the beggar for a little penny, the guitarring, singing, barrel-
organing, and the gipsy inviting Miss Arden to try her lucky
sixpence — all make a curious and merry Babel about heu

CHAPTER XXXIV.

A SHARP COLLOQUY.

]N foot, near the weighing stand, is a tall, powerful, and
clumsy fellow, got up gaudily— -a fellow with a lower-
ing red face, in loud good-humour, very ill-looking.
He is now grinning and chuckling with his hands in
his pockets, and talking with a little Hebrew, young, sable-
haired, with the sallow tint, great black eyes, and fleshy nose that
characterise his race. A singularly sullen mouth aids the effect
cf his vivid eyes, in making this young Jew's face ominous.

" Young Dick Harden's 'ere," said Mr. Levi.

" Eh ? is he ? " said the big man with the red face and
pimples, the green cut-away coat, gilt buttons, purple neck-tie,
yellow waistcoat, white cord tights, and top boots.

" Walking down there," said Levi, pointing with his thumb
over his shoulder. " I shaw him shpeak to a fellow in chocolate
and gold livery."

"And an eagle on the button, I know. That's Lady May
Penrose's livery," said his companion. " He came down with
her, I lay you fifty. And he has a nice sister as ever you set eyes
on — pretty gal, Mr. Levi — a reg'lar little angel," and he giggled
after his wont. "If there's a dragful of hangels anyvere, she's
one of them. I saw her yesterday in one of Lady May Penrose's
carriages in St. James' Street. Mr. Longcluse is engaged to
get married to her ; you may see them linked arm-in-arm, any
day you please, walkin' hup and down Hoxford Street. And
her brother, Richard Harden, is to marry Lady May Penrose.
That will be a warm family yet, them Hardens, arter all."

" A family with a title, Mr. Ballard, be it never so humble,
Sir, like 'ome shweet 'ome, hash nine livesh in it ; they'll be
down to the last pig, and not the thickness of an old tizzy
between them and the glue-pot ; and while you'd write your

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name across the back of a cheque, all's right again. The title
doesh it. You never shaw a title in the workus yet, Mr.
Ballard, and you'll wait awhile before you 'av a hoppertunity of
shayin', ' My lord Dooke, I hope your grashe's water-gruel is
salted to your noble tasht thish morning,' or, ' My noble
marquishe, I humbly hope you are pleashed with the fit of them
pepper-and-salts ; ' and, ' My lord earl, I'm glad to see by the
register you took a right honourable twisht at the crank thish
morning.' No, Mishter Ballard, you nor me won't shee that,
Shir."

While these gentlemen enjoyed their agreeable banter, and
settled the fortunes of Richard Arden and Mr. Longcluse, the
latter person was walking down the course in the direction in
which Mr. Levi had seen Arden go, in the hope of discovering
Lady May's carriage. Longcluse was in an odd state of ex-
citement. He had entered into the spirit of the carnival.
Voices all around were shouting, " Twenty to five on
Dotheboys ; " or, " A hundred to five against Parachute."

" In what?" called Mr. Longcluse to the latter challenge.

" In assassins ! " cried a voice from the crowd.

Mr. Longcluse hustled his way into the thick of it.

" Who said that ? " he thundered.

No one could say. No one else had heard it. Who cared?
He recovered his coolness quickly, and made no further fuss
about it. People were too busy with other things to bother
themselves about his questions, or his temper. He hurried for-
ward after young Arden, whom he saw at the turn of the course
a little way on.

" The first race no one cares much about ; compared with
the great event of the day, it is as the farce before the
pantomime, or the oyster before the feast."

The bells had not yet rung out their warning, and Alice said
to Vivian, —

" How beautifully that girl with the tambourine danced and
sang ! I do so hope she'll come again ; and she is, I think, so
perfectly lovely. She is so like the picture of La Esmeralda ;
didn't you think so ? "

" Do you really wish to see her again ?" said Vivian. " Then
if she's to be found on earth you shall see her."

He was smiling, but he spoke in the low tone that love is said
to employ and understand, and his eyes looked softly on her.
He was pleased that she enjoyed everything so. In a moment
he had jumped to the ground, and with one smile back at the
eager girl he disappeared.

And now the bells were ringing, and the police clearing the
course. And now the cry, "They're off, they're off!" came
rolling down the crowd like a hedge-fire. Lord Wynderbroke

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offered Alice his race-glass, but ladies are not good at optical
aids, and she prefers her eyes ; and the Earl constitutes himself
her sentinel, and will report all he sees, and stands on the roof
beside her place, with the glasses to his eyes. And now the
excitement grows. Beggar-boys, butcher-boys, stable-helps,
jump up on carriage-wheels unnoticed, and cling to the roof
with filthy fingers. And now they are in sight, and a wild
clamour arises. " Red's first ! " " No, Blue ! " " White leads ! "
" Pink's first ! "

And here they are ! White, crimson, pink, black, yellow —
the silk jackets quivering like pennons in a storm — the jockeys
tossing their arms madly about, the horses seeming actually to
fly ; swaying, reeling, whirring, the whole thing passes in a
beautiful drift of a moment, and is gone !

Lord Wynderbroke is standing on tip-toe, trying to catch a
g impse of the caps as they show at the opening nearer the
winning-post. Vivian Darnley is away in search of La
Esmeralda. Miss Arden has seen the first race of the day, the
first she has ever seen, and is amazed and delighted. The
intruders who had been clinging to the cairiage now jump down,
and join the crowd that crush on towards the winning-post, or
break in on the course. But there rises at the point next her a
figure she little expected to see so near that day. Mr. Long-
cluse has swung himself up, and stands upon the wheel. He is
bare-headed, his hat is in the hand he clings by. In the other
hand he holds up a small glove — a lady's glove. His face is
very pale. He is not smiling ; he looks with an expression of
I ain, on the contrary, and very great respect.

" Miss Arden, will you forgive my venturing to restore this
glove, which I happened to see you drop as the horses
passed ? "

She looked at him with something of surprise and fear, and
drew back a little instead of taking the proffered glove.

" I find I have been too presumptuous," he said gently. " I
place it there. I see, Miss Arden, I have been maligned.
Some one has wronged me cruelly. I plead only for a fair
chance — for God's sake, give me a chance. I don't say hear
me now, only say you won't condemn me utterly unheard."

He spoke vehemently, but so low that, amid the hubbub of
other voices, no one but Miss Arden, on whom his eyes wers
fixed, could hear him.

" 1 take my leave, Miss Arden, and may God bless you.
But I rest in the hope that your noble nature will refuse tc
treat any creature as my enemies would have you treat me."

His looks were so sad and even reverential, and his voice
though low, so full of a^ony, that no one could suppose tl
speaker had the least idea of forcing his presence upon the lad)

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a moment longer than sufficed to ascertain that it was not
welcome. He was about to step to the ground, when he saw
Richard Arden striding rapidly up with a very angry counte-
nance. Then and there seemed likely to occur what the
newspapers term an ungentlemanlike fracas. Richard Arden
caught him, and pulled him roughly to the ground. Mr.
Longcluse staggered back a step or two, and recovered himself.
His pale face glared wickedly, for a moment or two, on the
flushed and haughty young man ; his arm was a little raised,
and his fist clenched. I daresay it was just the turn of a die,
at that moment, whether he struck him or not.

These two bosom friends, and sworn brothers, of a week or
two ago, were confronted now with strange looks, and in
threatening attitude. How frail a thing is the worldly man's
friendship, hanging on flatteries and community of interest ! A
word or two of truth, and a conflict or even a divergence of
interest, and where is the liking, the iriendship, the intimacy ?

A sudden change marked the face of Mr. Longcluse. The
vivid fires that gleamed for a moment from his eyes sunk in
their dark sockets, the intense look changed to one of sullen
gloom. He beckoned, and said coldly, " Please follow me ; "
and then turned and walked, at a leisurely pace, a little way
inward from the course.

Richard Arden, perhaps, felt that had he hesitated it would
have reflected on his courage. He therefore disregarded the
pride that would have scorned even a seeming compliance with
that rather haughty summons, and he followed him with some-
thing of the odd dreamy feeling which men experience wnen
they are stepping, consciously, into a risk of life. He thought
that Mr. Longcluse was inviting the interview for the purpose
of arranging the preliminaries of who were to act as their
"friends," and where each gentleman was to be heard of that
evening. He followed, with oddly conflicting feelings, to a
place in the rear of some tents. Here was a sort of booth.
Two doors admitted to it — one to the longer room, where was
whirling that roulette round which men who, like Richard
Arden, could not deny themselves, even on the meanest scale,
the excitement of chance gain and loss, were betting and
bawling. Into the smaller room of plank, which was now
empty, they stepped.

" Now, Sir, you'll be so good as to to observe that you have
taken upon you a rather serious responsibility in laying your
hand on me," said Longcluse, in a very low tone, coldly and
gently. " In France, such a profanation would be followed by
an exchange of shots, and here, under other circumstances, I
should exact the same chance of retaliation. I mean to deal
differently — quite differently. I have fought too many duels, as

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you know, to be the least apprehensive of being misunderstood
or my courage questioned. For your sister's sake, not yours, I
take a peculiar course with you. I offer you an alternative ; you
may have reconciliation — here is my hand " (he extended it) —
" or you may abide the other consequence, at which I sha'n't
hint, in pretty near futurity. You don't accept my hand ? "

" No, Sir," said Arden haughtily — more than haughtily,
insolently. " I can have no desire to renew an acquaintance
with you. I sha'n't do that. I'll fight you, if you like it. I'll
go to Boulogne, or wherever you like, and we can have our shot,
Sir, whenever you please."

" No, if you please — not so fast. You decline my friendship
— that offer is over," said Longcluse, lowering his hand
resolutely. " I am not going to shoot you — I have not the
least notion of that. I shall take, let me see, a different course
with you, and I shall obtain on reflection your entire con-
currence with the hopes I have no idea of relinquishing. You
will probably understand me pretty clearly by-and-by."

Richard Arden was angry ; he was puzzled ; he wished to
speak, but could not light quickly on a suitable answer. Long-
cluse stood for some seconds, smiling his pale sinister smile
upon him, and then turned on his heel, and walked quietly out
upon the grass, and disappeared in the crowd.

Richard Arden was irresolute. He threw open the door, and
entered the roulette-room—looked round on all the strange
faces, that did not mind him, or seem to see that he was there
— then, with a sudden change of mind, he retraced his steps
more quickly, and followed Longcluse through the other door.
But there he could not trace him. He had quite vanished.
Perhaps, next morning, he was glad that he had missed him,
and had been compelled to " sleep upon it."

Now and then, with a sense of disagreeable uncertainty, re-
curred to his mind the mysterious intimation, or rather menace,
with which he had taken his departure. It was not, however,
his business to look up Longcluse. He had himself seemed to
intimate that the balance of insult was the other way.
" satisfaction," in the slang of the duellist, was to be looked fo
the initiative devolved undoubtedly upon Longciuse.

Alice was so placed on the carriage, that she did not see wl
passed immediately beside it, between Longcluse and he
brother. Still, the appearance of this man, and his having
accosted her, had agitated her a good deal, and for some hour
the unpleasant effect of the little scene spoiled her enjoyme
of this day of wonders.

Very gaily, notwithstanding, the party returned — except, pe
haps, one person who had reason to remember that day.

CHAPTER XXXV.

DINNER AT MORTLAKE.

j|ADY MAY'S party from the Derby dined together late,
that evening, at Mortlake. Lord Wynderbroke, of
course, was included. He was very happy, and ex-
tremely agreeable. When Alice, and Lady May, who
was to stay that night at Mortlake, and Miss Maubray, who had
come with Uncle David, took their departure for the drawing-
room, the four gentlemen who remained over their claret drew
more together, and chatted at their ease.

Lord Wynderbroke was in high spirits. He admired Alice
more than ever. He admired everything. A faint rumour had
got about that something was not very unlikely to be. It did
not displease him. He had been looking at diamonds the day
before ; he was not vexed when that amusing wag, Pokely, who
had surprised him in the act, asked him that day, on the Downs,
some sly questions on the subject, with an arch glance at
beautiful Miss Arden. Lord Wynderbroke pooh-pooh'd this
impertinence very radiantly. And now this happy peer, pleased
with himself, pleased with everybody, with the flush of a com-
placent elation on his thin cheeks, was simpering and chatting
most agreeably, and commending everything to which his atten-
tion was drawn.

In very marked contrast with this happy man was Richard
Arden, who talked but little, was absent, utterly out of spirits,
and smiled with a palpable effort when he did smile. His con-
versation with Lady May showed the same uncomfortable
peculiarities. It was intermittent and bewildered. It saddened
the good lady. Was he ill ? or in some difficulty ?

Now that she had withdrawn, Richard Arden seemed less
attentive to Lord Wynderbroke than to his uncle. In so far as
a wight in his melancholy mood could do so, he seemed to have

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laid himself out to please his uncle in those small ways where,
in such situations, an anxiety to please can show itself. Once
his father's voice had roused him with the intimation, "Richard,
Lord Wynderbroke is speaking to you ; " and he saw a very
urbane smile on his thin lips, and encountered a very formidable
glare from his dark eyes. The only subject on which Richard
Arden at all brightened up was the defeat of the favourite.
Lord Wynderbroke remarked, —

" It seems to have caused a good deal of observation. I saw
Hounsley and Crackham, and they shake their heads at it a
good deal, and "

He paused, thinking that Richard Arden was going to inter-
pose something, but nothing followed, and he continued, —

"And Lord Shillingsworth, he's very well up in all these
things, and he seems to think it is a very suspicious affair ; and
old Sir Thomas Fetlock, who should have known better, has
been hit very hard, and says he'll have it before the Jockey
Club."

" I don't mind Sir Thomas, he blusters and makes a noise
about everything," said Richard Arden ; " but it was quite
palpable, when the horse showed, he wasn't fit to run. I don't
suppose Sir Thomas will do it, but it certainly will be done. I
know a dozen men who will sell their horses, if it isn't done. I
don't see how any man can take payment of the odds on Dothe-
boys — I don't, I assure you — till the affair is cleared up : gentle-
men, of course, I mean ; the other people would like the money
all the better if it came to them by a swindle. But it certainly
can't rest where it is."

No one disputing this, and none of the other gentlemen being
authorities of any value upon turf matters, the subject dropped,
and others came on, and Richard Arden was silent again. Lord
Wynderbroke, who was to pass two or three days at Mortlake,
and who had made up his mind that he was to leave that inte-
resting place a promesso sposo, was restless, and longed to
escape to the drawing-room. So ths sitting over the wine was
not very long.

Richard Arden made an effort, in the drawing-room, to re-
trieve his cnaracter with Lady May and Miss Maubray, who
had been rather puzzled by his hang-dog looks and flagging
conversation.

" There are times, Lady May," said he, placing himself on
the sofa beside her, " when one loses all faith in the future —
when everything goes wrong, and happiness becomes incredible.
Then one's wisest course seems to be, to take off one's hat to the
good people in this planet, and go off to another."

" Only that I know you so well," said Lady May, " I should
tell Reginald — I mean your father — what you say ; and I think

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your uncle, there, is a magistrate for the county of Middlesex,
and could commit you, couldn't he ? for any such foolish speech.
Did you observe to-day — you saw him, of course — how miser-
ably ill poor Pindledykes is looking ? I don't think, really, he'll
be alive in six months."

*'• Don't throw away your compassion, dear Lady May. Pindle-
dykes has always looked dying as long as I can remember, and
on his last legs ; but those last legs carry some fellows a long
way, and I'm very sure he'll outlive me."

" And what pleasure can a person so very ill as he looks take
in going to places like that ?"

" The pleasure of winning other people's money," laughed
Arden sourly. '' Pindledykes knows very well what he's about.
He turns his time to very good account, and wastes very little
of it, I assure you, in pitying other people's misfortunes."

" I'm glad to see that you and Richard are on pleasanter
terms," said David Arden to his brother, as he sipped his tea
beside him.

" Egad ! we are not, though. I hate him worse than ever.
Would you oblige me by putting a bit of wood on the fire ? I
told you how he has treated me. I wonder, David, how the
devil you could suppose we were on pleasanter terms ! "

Sir Reginald was seated with his crutch-handled stick beside
him, and an easy fur slipper on his gouty foot, which rested on
a stool, and was a great deal better. He leaned back in a
cushioned arm-chair, and his fierce prominent eyes glanced
across the room, in the direction of his son, with a flash like a
scimitar's.

" There's no good, you know, David, in exposing one's ulcers
to strangers — there's no use in plaguing one's guests with family
quarrels."

" Upon my word, you disguised this one admirably, for I mis-
took you for two people on tolerably friendly terms."

"I don't want to plague Wynderbroke about the puppy ; there
is no need to mention that he has made so much unhappiness.
You won't, neither will I."
David nodded.

" Something has gone wrong with him," said David Arden,
"and I thought you might possibly know."
"Not I."

" I think he has lost money on the races to-day," said David.
" I hope to Heaven he has ! I'm glad of it. It will do me
good ; let him settle it out of his blackguard post-obit" snarled
Sir Reginald, and ground his teeth.

" If he has been gambling, he has disappointed me. He can,
however, disappoint me but once. I had better thoughts of
him."

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So said David Arden, with displeasure in his frank and manly
face.

" Playing ? Of course he plays, and of course he's been
making a blundering book for the Derby. He likes the hazard-
table and the turf, he likes play, and he likes making books ;
and what he likes he does. He always did. I'm rather pleased
you have been trying to manage him. You'll find him a charm-
ing person, and you'll understand what I have had to combat
with. He'll never do any good ; he is so utterly graceless."

" I see my father looking at me, and I know what he means,"
said Richard Arden, with a smile, to Lady May ; "I'm to go
and talk to Miss Maubray. He wishes to please Uncle David,
and Miss Maubray must be talked to ; and I see that Uncle
David envies me my little momentary happiness, and meditates
taking that empty chair beside you. You'll see whether I am
right. By Jove ! here he comes ; I sha'n't be turned away
so "

" Oh, but, really, Miss Maubray has been quite alone," urged
poor Lady May, very much pleased ; " and you must, to please
me; I'm sure you will."

Instantly he arose.

" I don't know whether that speech is most kind or ?/«-kind ;
you banish me, but in language so nattering to my loyalty, that
I don't know whether to be pleased or pained. Of course I
obey." He said these parting words in a very low tone, and
had hardly ended them, when David Arden took the vacant
chair beside the good lady, and began to talk with her.

Once or twice his eyes wandered to Richard Arden, who was
by this time talking with returning animation to Grace Maubray,
and the look was not cheerful. The young lady, however, was
soon interested, and her good-humour was clever and exhilara-
ting. I think that she a little admired this handsome and rather
clever young man, and who can tell what such a fancy may
grow to ?

That night, as Richard Arden bid him good-bye, his unc
said, coldly enough, —

" By-the-bye, Richard, would you mind looking in upon me tc
morrow, at five in the afternoon ? I shall have a word to say
you."

So the appointment was made, and Richard entered his
and drove into town dismally.

CHAPTER XXXVI.

MR. LONGCLUSE SEES A LADY'S NOTE.

|EXT day Mr. Longcluse paid an early visit at Uncle
David's house, and saw Miss Maubray in the drawing-
room. The transition from that young lady's former,
?iT)Pii*jSl| to her new life, was not less dazzling than that of the
heroine of an Arabian tale, who is transported by friendly genii,
while she sleeps, from a prison to the palace of a sultan. Uncle
David did not care for finery ; no man's tastes could be simpler
and more camp-like. But these drawing-rooms were so splendid,
so elegant and refined, and yet so gorgeous in effect, that you
would have fancied that he had thought of nothing else all his
life but china, marqueterie, buhl, Louis Quatorze clocks, mirrors,
pale-green and gold cabriole chairs, bronzes, pictures, and all
the textile splendours, the names of which I know not, that
make floors and windows magnificent.

The feminine nature, facile and self-adapting, had at once
accommodated itself to the dominion over all this, and all that
attended it. And Miss Maubray being a lady, a girl who had,
in her troubled life, been much among high-bred people —
her father a gentle, fashionable, broken-down man, and her
mother a very elegant and charming woman — there was no
contrast, in look, air, or conversation, to mark that all this was
new to her : on the contrary, she became it extremely.

The young lady was sitting at the piano when Longcluse came
in, and to the expiring vibration of the chord at which she was
interrupted she rose, with that light, floating ascent which is so
pretty, and gave him her hand, and welcomed him with a very
bright smile. She thought he was a likely person to be able to
throw some light upon two rumours which interested her.

" How do you contrive to keep your rooms so deliciously
cool? The blinds are down and the windows open, but that

184 Checkmate.

alone won't do, for I have just left a drawing-room that is very
nearly insupportable ; yours must be the work of some of those
pretty sylphs that poets place in attendance upon their heroines.
How fearfully hot yesterday was ! You did not go to the
Derby with Lady May's party, I believe."

He watched her clever face, to discover whether she had
heard of the scene between him and Richard Arden — " 1 don't
think she has."

"No," she said, "my guardian, Mr. Arden, took me there
instead. On second thoughts, I feared I should very likely be
in the way. One is always de trap where there is so much love-
making ; and I am a very bad gooseberry."

"A very dangerous one, I should fancy. And who are all
these lovers ? "

'• Oh, reallv, they are so many, it is not easy to reckon them
up. Alice Arden, for instance, had two lovers — Lord Wynder-
broke and Vivian Darnley."

" What, two lovers charged upon one lady? Is not that
false heraldry? And does she really care for that young
fellow, Darnley ? "

"I'm told she really is deeply attached to him. But that
does not prevent her accepting Lord Wynderbroke. He has
spoken, and been accepted. Old Sir Reginald told my guardian
his brother, last night, and he told me in the carriage, as we
drove home. I wonder how soon it will be. I should rather
like to be one of her bridesmaids. Perhaps she will ask
me."

Mr. Longcluse felt giddy and stunned ; but he said, quiu
gaily —

" If she wishes to be suitably attended, she certainly wilL
But young ladies generally prefer a foil to a rival, even when so
very beautiful as she is."

"And there was Vivian Darnley at one side I'm told, whisper-
ing all kinds of sweet things, and poor old Wynderbroke at the
other, with his glasses to his eyes, reporting all he saw. Only
think ! What a goose the old creature must have looked ! "
And the young lady laughed merrily. " But can you tell me
about the other affair ? " she asked.

" What is it ? "

" Oh ! you know, of course — Lady May and Richard Arden ;
is it true that it was all settled the day before yesterday, at that
kettle-drum ? ''

" There again my information is quite behind yours. I die
not hear a word of it."

" But you must have seen how very much in love they both arc
Poor young man ! I really think it would have broken his heart
if she had been cruel, particularly if it is true that he lost

Mr. LongcCuse Sees a Lady's Note. 185

much as they say at the Derby yesterday. I suppose he did.
Do you know ?"

"I'm sorry to sav," said Mr. Longcluse, "I'm afraid it's only
too true. I don't know exactly how much it is, but I believe it
is more than he can, at present, very well bear. A mad thing
for him to do. I'm really sorry, although he has chosen to
quarrel with me most unreasonably."

" Oh ? I wasn't aware. I fancied you would have heard all
from him."

" No, not a word — no."

" Lady May was talking to me at Raleigh Court, the day we
were there — she can talk of no one else, poor old thing ! — and
she said something had happened to make him and his sister
very angry. She would not say what. She only said, ' You
know how very proud they are, and I really think,' she said,
'they ought to have been very much pleased, for everything, I
think, was most advantageous.' And from this I conclude there
must have been a proposal for Alice ; I shall ask her when I see
her."

" Yes, I daresay they are proud. Richard Arden told me so.
He said that his family were always considered proud. He was
laughing, of course, but he meant it."

" He's proud of being proud, I daresay. I thought you
would be likely to know whether all they say is true. It would
be a great pity he should be ruined ; but, you know, if all the
rest is true, there are resources."

Longcluse laughed.

" He has always been very particular and a little tender in
that quarter ; very sweet upon Lady May, I thought," said he.

" Oh, very much gone, poor thing ! " said Grace Maubray. " I
think my guardian will have heard all about it. He was very
angry, once or twice, with Richard Arden about his losing so
much money at play. I believe he has lost a great deal ac
different times."

" A great many people do lose money so. For the sake of
excitement, they incur losses, and risk even their utter ruin."

"How foolish!" exclaimed Miss Maubray. "Have you
heard anything more about that affair of Lady Mary Piayfair
and Captain Mayfair? He is now, by the death of his cousin,
quite sure of the title, they say."

"Yes it must come to him. His uncle has got something
wrong with his leg, a fracture that never united quite ; it is
an old hurt, and I'm told he is quite breaking up now. He is at
liuxton, and going on to Vichy, if he lives, poor man."

" Oh, then, there can be no difficulty now."

" No, I heard yesterday it is all settled."

"And what does Caroline Chambray say to that ?"

i86 Checkmate.

And so on they chatted, till his call was ended, and Mr,
Longcluse walked down the steps with his head pretty busy.

At the corner of a street he took a cab ; and as he drove to
Lady May's, those fragments of his short talk with Grace
Maubray that most interested him were tumbling over and over
in his mind. " So they are angry, very angry ; and very proud
and haughty people. I had no business dreaming of an alliance
with Mr. Richard Arden. Angry, he may be — he may affect to
be — but I don't believe she is. And proud, is he ? Proud of
her he might be, but what else has he to boast of? Proud and
angry — ha, ha ! Angry and proud. We shall see. Such
people sometimes grow suddenly mild and meek. And she has
accepted Lord Wynderbroke. I doubt it. Miss Maubray, you
are such a good-natured girl that, if you suspected the torture
your story inflicted, you would invent it, rather than spare a
fellow-mortal that pang."

In this we know he was a little unjust.

" Well, Miss Arden, I understand your brother ; I shall soon
understand you. At present I hesitate. Alas ! must I place
you, too, in the schedule of my lost friends ? Is it come to
this ?—

' Once I held thee dear as pearl,
Now I do abhor thee.' "

Mr. Longcluse's chin rests on his breast as, with a faint smile,
he thus ruminates.

The cab stops. The light frown that had contracted his eye-
brows disappears, he glances quickly up at the drawing-room
windows, mounts the steps, and knocks at the hall door.

" Is Lady May Penrose at home ? " he asked.

" I'll inquire, Sir."

Was it lancy, or was there in his reception something a little
unusual, and ominous of exclusion ?

He was, notwithstanding, shown up-stairs. Mr. Longcluse
enters the drawing-room : Lady May will see him in a fev
minutes. He is alone. At the further end of this room is a
smaller one, furnished like the drawing-room, the same curtains,
carpet, and style, but much more minute and elaborate in
ornamentation — an extremely pretty boudoir. He just peeps in.
No, no one there. Then slowly he saunters into the other
drawing-room, picks up a book, lays it down, and looks round.
Quite solitary is this room also. His countenance changes a
little. With a swift, noiseless step, he returns to the room he
first entered. There is a little marqueterie table, to which he
directs his steps, just behind the door from the staircase, under
the pretty old buhl clock that ticks so merrily with its old

r. Longcluse Sees a Lady's Note. 187

wheels and lever, exciting the reverential curiosity of
Monsieur Racine, who keeps it in order, and comments on its
antique works with a mysterious smile every time he comes, to
any one who will listen to him. The door is a little bit open.
All the better, Mr. Longcluse will hear any step that approaches.
On this little table lies an open note, hastily thrown there, and
the pretty handwriting he has recognised. He knows it is Alice
Arden's. Without the slightest scruple, this odd gentleman
takes it up and reads a bit, and looks toward the door ; reads a
little more, and looks again, and so on to the end.

On the principle that listeners seldom hear good of them-
selves, Mr. Longcluse's cautious perusai of another person's
letter did not tell him a pleasant tale.

CHAPTER XXXVII.

WHAT ALICfc COUfcD SAY.

letter which Mr. Longcluse held before his eyes
was destined to throw a strong light upon the character
of Alice Arden's feelings respecting himself. After a
few lines, it vent on to say: — "And, darling, about
going to you this evening, I hardly know what to say,
or, I mean, I hardly know how to say it. Mr. Longcluse,
you know, may come in at any moment, and I have quite
made up my mind that I cannot know him. I told you all
about the incredible scene in the garden at Mortlake, and I
showed you the very cool letter with which he saw fit to
follow it — and yesterday the scene at the races, by which he
contrived to make everything so uncomfortable — so, my dear
creature, I mean to be ciuel, and cut him. I am quite serious.
He has not an idea how to behave himself; and the only
way to repair the folly of having made the acquaintance of such
an ill-bred person is, as I said, to cut him — you must not be
angry — and Richard thinks exactly as I do. So, as I long to
see you, and, in fact, can't live away from you very long, we
must contrive some way of meeting now and then, without
the risk of being disturbed by him. In the meantime, you
must come more to Mortlake. It is too bad that an i
pertinent, conceited man should have caused me all this
real vexation."

There was but little more, and it did not refer to the only
subject that interested Longcluse just then. He wo.ild have
liked to read it through once more, but he thought he heard a
«tep. He let it fall where he had found it, and walked to the
window. Perhaps, if he had read it again, it would have lost
some of the force which a first impression gives to sentences

What Alice Could Say. 189

so terrible ; as it was, they glared upon his retina, through the
same exaggerating medium through which his excited imagina-
tion and feelings had scanned them at first.

Lady May entered, and Mr. Longcluse paid his respects, just
as usual. You would not have supposed that anything had
occurred to ruffle him. Lady May was just as affable as usual,
but very much graver. She seemed to have something on her
mind, and not to know how to begin.

At length, after some little conversation, which flagged once
or twice —

" I have been thinking, Mr. Longcluse, I must have appeared
very stupid," says Lady May. " I did not ask you to be one of
our party to the Derby : and I think it is always best to be quite
frank, and I know you like it best. I'm afraid there has been
some little misunderstanding. I hope in a short time it will be all
got over, and everything quite pleasant again. But some of our
friends — you, no doubt, know more about it than I do, for I must
confess, 1 don't very well understand it — are vexed at something
that has occurred, and "

Poor Lady May was obviously struggling with the difficulties
of her explanation, and Mr. Longcluse relieved her.

" Pray, dear Lady May, not a word more ; you have always
been so kind to me. Miss Arden and her brother choose to
visit me with displeasure. I have nothing to reproach myself
with, except with having misapprehended the terms on which
Miss Arden is pleased to place me. She may however, be very
sure that I sha'n't disturb her happy evenings here, or anywhere
assume my former friendly privileges."

" But Mr. Longcluse, I'm not to lose your acquaintance," said
kindly Lady May, who was disposed to take an indulgent and
even a romantic view of Mr. Longcluse's extravagances.
" Perhaps it may be better to avoid a risk of meeting, under
present circumstances ; and, therefore, when I'm quite sure that
no such awkwardness can occur, I can easily send you a line,
and you will come if you can. You will do just as it happens to
answer you best at the time."

" It is extremely kind of you, Lady May. My evenings here
have been so very happy that the idea of losing them altogether
would make me more melancholy than I can tell."

" Oh, no, I could not consent to lose you, Mr. Longcluse, and
I'm sure this little quarrel can't last very long. Where people
are amiable and friendly, there may be a misunderstanding, but
there can't be a real quarrel, I maintain."

With this little speech the interview closed, and the gentleman
took a very friendly leave.

Mr. Longcluse was in trouble. Blows had fallen rapidly upon
him of late. But, as light is polarised by encountering certain

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Checkmate.

incidents of reflection and refraction, grief entering his mind
changed its character.

The only articles of expense in which Mr. Longcluse indulged
— and even in those his indulgence was very moderate — were
horses. He was something of a judge of horses, and had that
tendency to form friendships and intimacies with them which is
proper to some minds. One of these he mounted, and rode
away into the country, unattended. He took a long ride, at first
at a tolerably hard pace. He chose the loneliest roads he could
find. His exercise brought him no appetite ; the interesting
hour of dinner passed unimproved. The horse was tired now.
Longcluse was slowly returning, and looking listlessly to his
right, he thus soliloquised : —

" Alone again. Not a soul in human shape to disclose my
wounds to, not a soul. This is the way men go mad. He knows
too well the torture he consigns me to. How often has my hand
helped him out of the penalties of the dice-box and betting-
book ! How wildly have I committed myself to him ! — how
madly have I trusted him ! How plausibly has he promised. The
confounded miscreant ! Has he good-nature, gratitude, justice,
honour ? Not a particle. He has betrayed me, slandered me
fatally, where only on earth I dreaded slander, and he knew it;
and he has ruined the only good hope I had on earth. He
has launched it : sharp and heavy is the curse. Wait: it shall
find him out. And she J I did not think Alice Arden could
have written that letter. My eyes are opened. Well, she has
refused to hear my good angel ; the other may speak diffe-
rently.'

He was riding along a narrow old road, with palings, and
quaint old hedgerows, and now and then an old-fashioned brick
house, staid and comfortable, with a cluster of lofty timber
embowering it, and chimney smoke curling cosily over the
foliage ; and as he rode along, sometimes a window, with very
thick white sashes, and a multitude of very small panes, some-
times the summit of a gable appeared. The lowing of unseen
cows was heard over the fields, and the whistle of the birds in
the hedges ; and behind spread the cloudy sky of sunset, showing
a peaceful old-world scene, in which Izaak Walton's milkmaid
might have set down her pail, and sung her pretty song.

Not another footfall was heard but the clink of his own ho
hoofs along the narrow road ; and, as he looked westward,
flush of the sky threw an odd sort of fire-light over his death-
pale features.

" Time will unroll his book," said Longcluse, dreamily, as he
rode onward, with a loose bridle on his horse's neck, " and my
fingers will trace a name or two on the pages that are passing
That sunset, that sky — how grand, and glorious, and serene—

,se,
the

What Alice Could Say. 191

the same always. Charlemagne saw it, and the Caesars saw it,
and the Pharoahs saw it, and we see it to-day. Is it worth while
troubling ourselves here ? How grand and quiet nature is, and
how beautifully imperturbable ! Why not we, who last so short
a time — why not drift on with it, and take the blows that come,
and suffer and enjoy the facts of life, and leave its dreadful
dreams untried ? Of all the follies we engage in, what more
hollow than revenge — vainer than wealth ?"

Mr. Longcluse was preaching to himself, with the usual
success of preachers. He knew himself what his harangue was
driving at, although it borrowed the vagueness of the sky he was
looking on. He fancied that he was discussing something with
himself, which, nevertheless, was settled — so fixed, indeed, that
nothing had power to alter it.

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

GENTLEMEN IN TROUBLE.

|R. LONGCLUSE had now reached a turn in the road,
at which stands an old house that recedes a little wa>
and has four poplars growing in front of it, two at eacl
side of the door. There are mouldy walls, an<
gardens, fruit and vegetables, in the rear, and in one wing of th
house the proprietor is licenced to sell beer and other refreshin
drinks. This quaint greengrocery and pot-house was n
flourishing, I conjecture, for a cab was at the door, and M
Goldshed, the eminent Hebrew, on the steps, apparently on tl
point of leaving.

He is a short, square man, a little round shouldered. He
very bald, with coarse, black hair, that might not unsuital
stuff a chair. His nose is big and drooping, his lips large ai
moist. He wears a black satin waistcoat, thrust up into wrinkl
by his ha^bit of stuffing his short hands, bedizened with ring
into his trousers pockets. He has on a peculiar low-crown(
hat. He is smoking a cigar, and talking over his shoulder,
intervals, in brief sentences that have a harsh, brazen ring, ar
,^re charged with scoff and menace. No game is too small ft
jtfr. Goldshed's pursuit. He ought to have made two hundr
pounds of this little venture. He has not lost, it is true ; b
when all is squared, he'll not have made a shilling, and that 1
a Jew, you know, is very hard to bear.

In the midst of this intermittent snarl, the large, dark eyes
this man lighted on Mr. Longcluse, and he arrested the sentem
that was about to fly over his shoulder, in the disconsolate faces
the broken little family in the passage. A smile sudden
beamed ail over his dusky features, his airs of lordship qui
forsook him, and he lifted his hat to the great man with a cringii
alutation. The weaker spirit was overawed by the more poter

Gentlemen in Trouble. 193

It was the catape doing homage to Mephistopheles, in the
witch's chamber.

He shuffled out upon the road, with a lazy smile, lifting his hat
again, and very deferentially greeted "Mishter Longclooshe."
He had thrown away his exhausted cigar, and the red sun
glittered in sparkles on the chains and jewelry that were looped
across his wrinkled black satin waistcoat.

" How d'ye do, Mr. Goldshed ? Anything particular to say to
me?"

" Nothing, no, Mr. Longclooshe. I sposhe you heard of that
dip in the Honduras ? "

" They'll get over it, but we sha'n't see them so high again
soon. Have you that cab all to yourself, Mr. Goldshed ?"

" No, Shir, my partner's!! with me. He'll be out in a minute ;
he'sh only puttin' a chap on to make out an inventory."

" Well, I don't want him. Would you mind walking down the
road here, a couple of hundred steps or so ? I have a word for
you. Your partner can overtake you in the cab."

" Shertainly, Mr. Longclooshe, shertainly, Shir."

And he halloed to the cabman to tell the " zhentleman " who
. was coming out to overtake him in the cab on the road to town.

This settled, Mr. Longcluse, walking his horse along the road,

.and his City acquaintance by his side, slowly made their way

^towards the City, casting long shadows over the low fence into

*the field at their left ; and Mr. Goldshed's stumpy legs were

^projected across the road in such slender proportions that he

felt for a moment rather slight and elegant, and was unusually

disgusted, when he glanced down upon the substance of those

shadows, at the unnecessarily clumsy style in which Messrs.

i shears and Goslin had cut out his brown trousers.

Mr. Longcluse had a good deal to say when they got on a
little. Being earnest, he stopped his horse ; and Mr. Goldshed,
forgetting his reverence in his absorption, placed his broad hand
.on the horse's shoulder, as he looked up into Mr. Longcluse's
/ace, and now and then nodded, or grunted a " Surely." It was
,not until the shadows had grown perceptibly longer, until Mr.
Longcluse's hat had stolen away to the gilded stem of the old
[' ash-tree that was in perspective to their left, and until Mr.
'poldshed's legs had grown so taper and elegant as to amount to
:he spindle, that the talk ended, and Mr. Longcluse, who was a
little shy of being seen in such company, bid him good evening,
and rode away townward at a brisk trot.

That morning Richard Arden looked as if he had got up after
a month's fever. His dinner had been a pretence, and his
breakfast was a sham. His luck, as he termed it, had got him
at last pretty well into a corner. The placing of the horses was
a dreadful record of moral impossibilities accomplished against

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Checkmate.

him. Five minutes before the start he could have sold his book for
three thousand pounds ; five minutes after it no one would have
accepted fifteen thousand to take it off his hands. The shock,
at first a confusion, had grown in the night into ghastly order.
It was all, in the terms of the good old simile, " as plain as a pike-
staff." He simply could not pay. He might sell everything he
possessed, and pay about ten shillings in the pound, and then
work his passage to another country, and become an Australian
drayman, or a New Orleans billiard-marker.

But not pays his bets ! And how could he ? Ten shillings
in the pound ? Not five. He forgot how far he was already
involved. What was to become of him. Breakfast he could eat
none. He drank a cup of tea, but his tremors grew worse. He
tried claret, but that, too, was chilly comfort. He was driven to
an experiment he had never ventured before. He had a "nip,"
and another, and with this Dutch courage rallied a little, and
was able to talk to his friend and admirer, Vandeleur, who had
made a miniature book after the pattern of Dick Arden's and
had lost some hundreds, which he did not know how to pay ;
and who was, in his degree, as miserable as his chief; for is it
not established that —

"The poor beetle, that we tread upon,
In corporal sufferance feels a pang as great
As when a giant dies " ?

Young Vandeleur, with light silken hair, and innocent blue
eyes, found his paragon the picture of" grim-visaged, comfortless
despair," drumming a tattoo on the window, in slippers anc
dressing-gown, without a collar to his shirt.

" You lost, of course," said Richard savagely ; " you followec
my lead. Any fellow that does is sure to lose."

" Yes," answered Vandeleur, " I did, heavily ; and, i give yot
my honour, I believe I'm ruined."

"How much?"

" Two hundred and forty pounds ! " % „

" Ruined ! What nonsense! Who' are you? or what the
devil are you making such a row about ? Two hundred anc
forty ! How can you be such an ass ? Don't you know it'a
nothing ? "

" Nothing ! By Jove ! I wish I could see it," said poor Van
a everything's something to any one, when there's nothing to pa>
it with. I'm not like you, you know ; I'm awfully poor. I have
just a hundred and twenty pounds from my office, and forty mj
aunt gives me, and ninety I get from home, and, upon mj
honour, that's all; and I owed just a hundred pounds to some
fellows that were growing impertinent. My tailor is sixty-four,

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and the rest are rifling, but they were the most impertinent, and
I was so sure of this unfortunate thing that I told them I — really
did — to call next week ; and now I suppose it's all up with me,
I may as well make a bolt of it. Instead of having any money
to pay them, I'm two hundred and forty pounds worse than ever.
I don'i know what on earth to do. Upon my honour, I haven't
an idea. '

•" T wish we could exchange our accounts," said Richard
grimly : " I wish you owed my sixteen thousand. I think you'd
sink through the earth. I think you'd call for a pistol, and
blow " — (he was going to say, " your brains out," but he would
not pay him that compliment) — " blow your head off."

So it was the old case — " Enter Tilburina, mad, in white
satin; enter her maid, mad, in white linen"

And Richard Arden continued —

" What'? your aunt good for ? You know she will pay that ;
don't let me hear a word more about it."

" And your uncle will pay yours, won't he ? " said Van, with
an innocent gaze of his azure eyes.

" My uncle has paid some trifles before, but this is too big a
thing. He's tired of me and my cursed misfortunes, and he's
not likely to apply any of his overgrown wealth in relieving a
poor tortured beggar like me. I'm simply ruined."

CHAPTER XXXIX.
BETWEEN FRIENDS.

|AN was looking ruefully out of the window, down
upon the deserted pavement opposite. At length he
said, —

" And why don't you give your luck a chance ? "

" Whenever I give it a chance it hits me so devilish hard,"
replied Richard Arden.

" But I mean at play to retrieve," said Van.

" So do I. So I did, last night, and lost another thousand.
It is utterly monstrous."

" By Jove ! that is really very extraordinary," exclaimed little
Van. " I tried it, too, last night. Tom Franklyn had some
fellows to sup with him, and I went in, and they were playing
loo ; and I lost thirty-seven pounds more !"

" Thirty-seven confounded flea-bites ! Why, don't you see
how you torture me with your nonsense ? If you can't talk like
a man of sense, for Heaven's sake, shut up, and don't distract
me in my misery."

He emphasised the word with a Lilliputian thump with the
side of his fist — that which presents the edge of the doubled-up
little finger and palm — a sort of buffer, which I suppose he
thought he might safely apply to the pane of glass on which
he had been drumming. But he hit a little too hard, or
there was a flaw in the glass, for the pane flew out, touching
the window-sill, and alighted in the area with a musical jingle,

" There ! see what you made me do. My luck ! Now
can't talk without those brutes at that open window, over th
way, hearing every word we say. By Jove, it is later than I
thought ! I did not sleep last night."

" Nor I, a moment," said Van.

Between Friends. 197

** It seems like a week since that accursed race, and I don't
know whether it is morning or evening, or day or night. It
is past four, and I must dress and go to my uncle — he said
five. Don't leave me, Van, old fellow 1 I think I should cut
my throat if I were alone."

" Oh, no, I'll stay with pleasure, although I don't see what
comfort there is in me, for I am about the most miserable
dog in London."

" Now don't make a fool of yourself any more," said Richard
Arden. "You have only to tell your aunt, and say that you
are a prodigal son, and that sort of thing, and it will be paid
in a week. I look as if I was going to be hanged — or is it
the colour of that glass ? I hate it. I'll leave these cursed
lodgings. Did you ever see such a ghost ? "

" Well, you do look a trifle seedy : you'll look better when
you're dressed. It's an awful world to live in," said poor Van.

" I'll not be five minutes ; you must walk with me a bit of
the way. I wish I had some fellow at my other side who
had lost a hundred thousand. I daresay he'd think me a
fool. They say Chiffington lost a hundred and forty thousand.
Perhaps he'd think me as great an ass as I think you — who
knows ? I may be making too much of it — and my uncle is
so very rich, and neither wife nor child ; and, I give you my
honour, I am sick of the whole thing. I'd never take a card
or a dice-box in my hand, or back a horse, while I live, if I was
once fairly out of it. He might try me, don't you think ? I'm
the only near relation he has on earth — I don't count my father,
for he's — it's a different thing, you know — I and my sister, just.
And, really, it would be nothing to him. And I think he
suspected something about it last night ; perhaps he heard a
little of it. And he's rather hot, but he's a good-natured fellow,
and he has commercial ideas about a man's going into the in-
solvent court ; and, by Jove, you know, I'm ruined, and I don't
think he'd like to see our name disgraced — eh, do you ?"

'' No, I'm quite sure," said Van. 4< I thought so all along."

" Peers and peeresses are very fine in their way, and people,
whenever the peers do anything foolish, and throw out a bill,
exclaim ' Thank Heaven we have still a House of Lords !' but
you and I, Van, may thank Heaven for a better estate, the order
of aunts and uncles. Do you remember the man you and I
saw in the vaudeville, who exclaims every now and then, ' Vive
mon oncle ! Vive ma tante ! ' ? "

So, in better spirits, Arden prepared to visit his uncle.

" Let us get into a cab ; people are staring at you," said
Richard Arden, when they had walked a little way towards his
uncle's house. " You look so utterly ruined, one would think
you had swallowed poison, and were dying by inches, and

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expected to be in the other world before you reached your
doctor's door. Here's a cab."

They got in, and sitting side by side, said Vandeleur to him,
after a minute's silence, —

" I've been thinking of a thing — why did not you take Mr.
Longcluse into council ? He gave you a lift before, don't you
remember ? and he lost nothing by it, and made everything
smooth. Why don't you look him up ? "

" I've been an awful fool, Van."

"How so?"

" I've had a sort of row with Longcluse, and there are reasons
— I could not, at all events, have asked him. It would have
been next to impossible, and now it is quite impossible."

" Why should it be? He seemed to like you ; and I venture
to say he'd be very glad to shake hands."

" So he might, but / shouldn't," said Richard imperiously.
" No, no, there's nothing in that. It would take too long to
tell ; but I should rather go over the precipice than hold by that
stay. I don't know how long my uncle may keep me. Would
you mind waiting for me at my lodgings ? Thompson will give
you cigars and brandy and water ; and I'll come back and tell
you what my uncle intends."

This appointment made, they parted, and he knocked at his
uncle's door. The sound seemed to echo threateningly at his
heart, which sank with a sudden misgiving.

CHAPTER XL.

AN INTERVIEW IN THE STUDY.

j|S my uncle at home ?"

"No, Sir; I expect him at five. It wants
about five minutes ; but he desired me to show
you, Sir, into the study."

He was now alone in that large square room. The books,
each in its place, in a vellum uniform, with a military precision
and nattiness — seldom disturbed, I fancy, for Uncle David was
not much of a book-worm — chilled him with an aspect of in-
flexible formality ; and the busts, in cold white marble, standing
at intervals on their pedestals, seemed to have called up looks,
like Mrs. Pentweezle, for the occasion. Demosthenes, with his
wrenched neck and square brow, had evidently heard of his
dealings with Lord Pindledykes, and made up his mind, when the
proper time came, to denounce him with a tempest of appropriate
eloquence. There was in Cicero's face, he though, something
satirical and conceited which was new and odious ; and under
Plato's external solemnity he detected a pleasurable and roguish
anticipation of the coming scene.

His uncle was very punctual. A few minutes would see him
in the room, and then two or three sentences would disclose the
purpose he meditated. In the midst of the trepidation which
had thus returned, he heard his uncle's knock at the hall-door,
and in another moment he entered the study.

" How d'ye do, Richard ? You're punctual I wish our
meeting was a pleasanter one. Sit down. You haven't kept
faith with me. It is scarcely a year since, with a large sum of
money, such as at your age I should have thought a fortune,
1 rescued you from bad hands and a great danger. Now, Sir,
do you remember a promise you then made me? and have
you kept your word ?"

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" I confess, uncle, I know I can't excuse myself ; but I was
tempted, and I am weak — I am a fool, worse than a fool —
whatever you please to call me, and I'm sorry. Can I say
more ? " pleaded the young man.

" That is saying nothing. It simply means that you do the
thing that pleases you, and break your word where your
inclination prompts ; and you are sorry because it has turned
out unluckily. I have heard that you are again in danger. I
I am not going to help you." His blue eyes looked cold and
hard, and the oblique light showed severe lines at his brows
and mouth. It was a face which, generally kindly, could yet
look, on occasion, stern enough. " Now, observe, I'm not going
to help you ; I'm not even going to reason with you — you can
do that for yourself, if you please — I will simply help you with
light. Thus forewarned, you need not, of course, answer any
one of the questions I am about to put, and to ask which, I
have no other claim than that which rests upon having put
you on your feet, and paid five thousand pounds for you, only
a year ago."

" But I entreat that you do put them. I'm ashamed of
myself, dear Uncle David ; I implore of you to ask me what-
ever you please : I'll answer everything."

" Well, I think I know everything ; Lord Pindledykes makes
no secret of it. He's the man, isn't he ? "

"Yes, Sir."

" That's the sallow, dissipated-looking fellow, with the eye
that squints outward. I know his appearance very well ; I
knew his good-for-nothing father. No one likes to have
transactions with that fellow — he's shunned — and you chose
him, -of all people ; and he has pigeoned you. I've heard all
about it. Everybody knows by this time. And you have really
lost fifteen thousand pounds to him ? "

" I am afraid, uncle, it is very near that."

" This, you know," resumed Uncle David, " is not debt : it is
ruin. You chose to mortgage your reversion to some Jews, for
fifteen hundred a year, during your father's lifetime. Three
hundred would have been ample, with the hundred a year you
had before — ample ; but you chose to do it, and the estates,
whenever you succeed to them, will come to you with a very
heavy debt charged, for those Jews, upon them. I don't suppose
the estates are destined to continue long in our family ; but this
is a vexation which don't touch you, nephew. / am, I confess,
sorry. They were in our family, some of them, before the
Conquest. No matter. What you have to consider is your
present position. They will come to you, if ever, saddled with
a heavy debt ; and, in the meantime, you have fifteen hundred
a year for your father's life ; and I don't think it will sell for

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anything like the fifteen thousand pounds you have just lost.
You are therefore insolvent ; there is the story told. I see
nothing for it but your becoming formally an insolvent. It is
the bourgeoisie who shrink from that sort of thing ; titled men,
and men of pleasure and fashion, don't seem to mind it.
There are Lord Harry Newgate, and the Honourable Alfred
Pentonville, and Sir Aymerick Pigeon, one of the oldest
baronets in England, have been in the Gazette within the last
twelve months. The money I paid, on the faith of your
promise, is worse than wasted. I'll pay no more into the
pockets of rooks and scoundrels ; I'll divide no more of my
money among blackguard jockeys and villanous peers, simply
to defer for a few months the consequences of a fool's in-
corrigible folly."

" But, you know, uncle, I was not quite so mad. The thing
was a swindle ; it can't stand. The horse was not fairly
treated."

" I daresay : I suppose it was doctored. I don't care ; I only
think that unless you meant to go in for drugging horses and
bribing jockeys, you had no business among such people, and
at that sort of game. All I want is that you clearly understand
that in this matter — though I would gladly see you safely out of
it — I'll waste no more money in paying gambling debts."

" This might have happened to anyone, Sir ; it might indeed,
uncle. Every second man you meet is more or less on the turf,
and they never come to grief by it. No one, of course, can
stand against a barefaced swindle, like this thing. '

" I don't care a farthing about other people ; I've seen how it
tells upon you. I don't affect to value your promises, Dick ; I
don't think that they are worth a shilling. How many have you
made me, and broken ? To me it seems the vice is incurable,
like drunkenness. Tattersall's, or whatever is your place of
business, is no better than the gin-palace ; and when once a
fellow is fairly on the turf, the sooner he is under it, the better
for himself and all who like him. And you have lost money at
play besides. I heard that quite accidentally ; and I daresay
that is a ruinous item in what I may call your schedule."

" I know what people are saying ; but it isn't so immense a
sum, by any means."

" I'm sorry to hear it I wish it was enormous ; I wish it
was a million. I wish your failure could ruin every blackguard
in England : the more heavily you have hit them all round, the
better I am pleased. They hit you and me, Dick, pretty hard
last time ; it is our turn now. It is not my fault now, Dick, if
you don't understand me perfectly. If at any future time I
should do anything for you — by my will, mind — I shall take
care so to tie it up that you can't make away with a guinea. My

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advice is not worth much to you, but 1 venture to give it, and \
think the best thing you can do is to submit to your misfortune,
and file your schedule ; and when you are your own master
again, I shall see if I can manage some small thing for you.
You will have to work for your bread, you know, and you can't
expect very much at first ; but there are things — of course, I
mean in commercial establishments, and railways, and that kind
of thing — where I have an influence, of from a hundred and
twenty to two hundred pounds a year, and for some of them
you would answer pretty well, and you can tide over the time
till you succeed to the title : and after a little while I may be
able to get you raised a step ; and when once you get accustomed
to work, you can't think how you will come to like it. So that,
on the whole, the knock you have got may do you some good,
and m^lce you prize your position more when you come to it.
Will you go up-stairs, and take a cup of tea with Miss Mau-
bray?"

He used to call her Grace, when speaking to Richard.
Perhaps, in the concussion of this earthquake, the fabric of a
matrimonial scheme may have fallen to the ground.

Richard Arden was too dejected and too agitated to accept
this invitation, I need hardly tell you. He took his leave,
chapfallen.

CHAPTER XLI.

VAN APPOINTS HIMSELF TO A DIPLOMATIC POST.

R. VANDELEUR had availed himself very freely of
Richard Arden's invitation, to amuse himself during
his absence with his cheroots and manillas, as the
clouded state of the atmosphere of his drawing-
room testified to that luckless gentleman — if indeed he was in a
condition to observe anything, on returning from his dreadiul
interview with his uncle.

Richard's countenance was full of thunder and disaster.
Vandeleur looked in his face, with his cigar in his fingers, and
said in a faint and hollow tone —

"Well?"

To which inappropriate form of inquiry, Richard Arden
deigned no reply ; but in silence stalked to the box of cigars on
the table, threw himself into a chair, and smoked violently for
awhile.

Some minutes passed. Vandeleur's eyes were fixed, through
the smoke, on Richard's, who had fixed his on the chimney-
piece. Van respected his ruminations. With a delicate and
noiseless attention, indeed, he ventured to slide gently to his
side the water carafe, and the brandy, and a tumbler.

Still silence prevailed. After a time, Richard Arden poured
brandy and water suddenly into his glass.

" Think of that fellow, that uncle of mine — pretty uncle !
Kind relation — rolling in money ! He sends for me simply to
tell me that he won't give me a guinea. He might have waited
till he was asked. If he had nothing better to say, he need not
have given me the trouble of going to his odious, bleak study,
to hear all his vulgar advice and arithmetic, ending in — what do
you think ? He says that I'm to be had up in the bankrupt
court, and when all that is over he 11 get me appointed a ticket-

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taker on a railway, or a clerk in a pawn-office, or something.
By Heaven ! when I think of it, I wonder how I kept my
temper. I'm not quite driven to those curious expedients, that
he seems to think so natural. I've some cards still left in my
hand, and I'll play them first, if it is the same to him ; and,
hang it ! my luck can't always run the same way. I'll give it
another chance before I give up, and to-morrow morning things
may be very different with me."

" It's an awful pity you quarrelled with Longcluse ! " ex-
claimed Vandeleur.

"That's done, and can't be undone," said Richard Arden,
resuming his cigar.

" I wonder why you quarrelled with him. Why, good
heavens ! that man is made of money, and he got you safe out
of that fellow's clutches — I forget his name — about that bet
with Mr. Slanter, don't you remember — and he was so very
kind about it ; and I'm sure he'd shake hands if you'd only ask
him, and one way or another he'd pull you through."

" I can't ask him, and I won't ; he may ask me if he likes.
I'm very sure there is nothing he would like better, for fifty
reasons, than to be on good terms with me again, and I have
no wish to quarrel any more than he has. But if there is to be
a reconciliation, I can't begin it. He must make the overtures,
and that's all."

" He seemed such an awfully jolly fellow that time. And it
is such a frightful state we are both in. I never came such
mucker before in my life. I know him pretty well. I met hi
at Lady May Penrose's, and at the Playfairs', and one night
walked home with him from the opera. It is an awful pity you
are, not on terms with him, and — by Jove ! I must go and have
something to eat ; it is near eight o'clock.'

Away went Van, and out of the wreck of his fortune contrived
a modest dinner at Verey's ; and pondering, after dinner, upon
the awful plight of himself and his comrade, he came at last to
the heroic resolution of braving the dangers of a visit to M
Longcluse, on behalf of his friend ; and as it was now pa
nine, he hastily paid the waiter, took his hat, and set out upo
his adventure. It was a mere chance, he knew, and a very u
likely one, his finding Mr. Longcluse at home at that hour. H
knew that he was doing a very odd thing in calling at past nin
o'clock ; but the occasion was anomalous, and Mr. Longclu
would understand. He knocked at the door, and learned fro
the servant that his master was engaged with a gentleman i
the study, on business. From this room he heard a voic
faintly discoursing in a deep metallic drawl.

" Who shall I say, Sir ? " asked the servant.

If his mission had been less monotonous, and he less excit

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Van Appoints Himself to a Diplomatic Post. 205

and sanguine as to his diplomatic success, he would have, as he
said, "funked it altogether," and gone away. He hesitated for
a moment, and determined upon the form most likely to procure
an interview.

" Say Mr. Vandeleur — a friend of Mr. Richard Arden's ; you'll
remember, please — a friend of Mr. Richard Arden's."

In a moment the man returned.

" Will you please to walk up-stairs ? " and he showed him into
the drawing-room.

In little more than a minute, Mr. Longcluse himself enteied.
His eyes were fixed on the visitor with a rather stern curiosity.
Perhaps he had interpreted the term " friend " a little too
technically. He made him a ceremonious bow, in French
fashion, and placed a chair for him.

" I had the pleasure of being introduced to you, Mr. Long-
cluse, at Lady May Penrose's. My name is Vandeleur."

" I have had that honour, Mr. Vandeleur, I remember
perfectly. The servant mentioned that you announced yourself
as Mr. Arden's friend, if I don't mistake. '

CHAPTER XLII.

DIPLOMACY.

R. VANDELEUR and Mr. Longcluse were now
seated, and the former gentleman said —

" Yes, I am a friend of Mr. Arden's— so much so,
that I have ventured what I hope you won't think a
very impertinent liberty. I was so very sorry to hear that a
misunderstanding had occurred — I did not ask him about what
— and he has been so unlucky about the Derby, you know — I
ought to say that I am, upon my honour, a mere volunteer, so
perhaps you will think I have no right to ask you to listen to
me."

" I shall be happy to continue this conversation, Mr. Van
deleur, upon one condition."

." Pray name it.''

" That you report it fully to the gentleman for whom you
so kind as to interest yourself."

"Yes, I'll certainly do that."

Mr. Longcluse looked by no means so jolly as Van rem
bered him, and he thought he detected, at mention of Richa
At den's name, for a moment, a look of positive malevolence — I
can't say absolutely, it may have been fancy — as he turn
quickly, and the light played suddenly on his face.

Mr. Longcluse could, perhaps, dissemble as well as other me
but there were cases in which he would not be at the trouble to
dissemble. And here his expression was so unpleasant, upoi
features so strangely marked and so white, that Van thought
effect ugly, and even ghastly.

" I shall be happy, then, to hear anything you hare to sa;
said Longcluse gently.

"You are very kind. I was just going to say that he has
to unlucky — he has lost so much money "

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" I had better say, I think, at once, Mr. Vandeleur, that no-
thing shall tempt me to take any part in Mr. Arden's affairs."

Van's mild blue eyes looked on him wonderingly.

" You could be of so much use, Mr. Longcluse ! "

" I don't desire to be of any."

"But — but that may be, I think it must, in consequence of
the unhappy estrangement."

He had been conning over phrases on his way, and thought
that a pretty one.

"A very happy estrangement, on the contrary, for the man who
is straight and true, and who is by it relieved of a great — mistake."

" I should be so extremely happy," said Van lingeringly, " if
I were instrumental in inducing both parties to shake hands."

" I don't desire it."

" But, surely, if Richard Arden were the first to offer "

" I should decline."

Van rose ; he fiddled with his hat a little ; he hesitated. He
had staked too much on this — for had he not promised to report
the whole thing to Richard Arden, who was not likely to be
pleased ? — to give up without one last effort.

" I hope I am not very impertinent," he said, " but I can
hardly think, Mr. Longcluse, that you are quite indifferent to a
reconciliation."

" I'm not indifferent — I'm averse to it."

" I don't understand."

" Will you take some tea ? "

" No, thanks ; I do so hope that I don't quite understand."

"That's hardly my fault ; I have spoken very distinctly."

" Then what you wish to convey is " said Van, with his

hand now at the door.

"Is this," said Longcluse, "that I decline Mr. Arden's ac-
quaintance, that I won't consider his affairs, and that I per-
emptorily refuse to be of the slightest use to him in his difficulties.
I hope I am now sufficiently distinct."

" Oh, perfectly— I " '

" Pray take some tea."

"And my visit is a failure. I'm awfully sorry I can't be of
any use !''

'* None here, Sir, to Mr. Arden — none, no more than I."

" Then I have only to beg of you to accept my apologies for
having given you a great deal of trouble, and to beg pardon for
having disturbed you, and to say good-night."

" No trouble — none. I am glad everything is clear now.
Good-night."

And Mr. Longcluse saw him politely to the door, and said
again, in a clear, stern tone, but with a smile and another bow,
" Good-night," as he parted at the door.

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About an hour later a servant arrived with a letter for Mr.
Longcluse. That gentleman recognised the hand, and sus-
pended his business to read it He did so with a smile. It was
thus expressed : —

" SIR,

" I beg to inform you, in the distinctest terms, that neither Mr.
Vandeleur, nor any other gentleman, had any authority from me to
enter into any discussion with you, or to make the slightest allusion to
subjects upon which Mr. Vandeleur, at your desire, tells me he, this
evening, thought fit to converse with you. And I beg, in the most
pointed manner, to disavow all connection with, or previous knowledge
of, that gentleman's visit and conversation. And I do so lest Mr.
Vandeleur's assertion to the same effect should appear imperfect without
mine. — I remain, Sir, your obedient servant,

"RICHARD ARDEN.

"To Walter Longcluse, Esq."

" Does any one wait for an answer ?" he asked, still smiling.
"Yes, Sir : Mr. Thompson, please, Sir."
"Very well; ask him to wait a moment," said he, and he
wrote as follows : —

"Mr. Longcluse takes the liberty of returning Mr. Arden's letter,
and begs to decline any correspondence with him."

And this note, with Richard Arden's letter, he enclosed in an
envelope, and addressed to that gentleman.

While this correspondence, by no means friendly, was pro-
ceeding, other letters were interesting, very profoundly, oth<
persons in this drama.

Old David Arden had returned early from a ponderous dinner
of the magnates of that world which interested him more than
the world of fashion, or even of politics, and he was sitting in
his study at half-past ten, about a quarter of a mile westward of
Mr. Longcluse's house in Bolton Street.

Not many letters had come for him by the late post. Thei
were two which he chose to read forthwith. The rest would, i
Swift's phrase, keep cool, and he could read them before
breakfast in the morning. The first was a note posted at I sling
ton. He knew his niece's pretty hand. This was an "advice"
from Mortlake. The second which he picked up from the litti
pack was a foreign letter, of more than usual bulk,

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CHAPTER XLIII.

A LETTER AND A SUMMONS.

ARIS ? Yes, he knew the hand well. His face dark-
ened a little with a peculiar anxiety. This he will
read first. He draws the candles all together, near
the corner of the table at which he sits. He can't
have too much light on these formal lines, legible and tali as
the letters are. He opens the thin envelope, and reads what
follows : —

"DEAR AND HONOURED SIR,

" I am in receipt of yours of the I3th instant. You judge
me rightly in supposing that I have entered on my mission with a wil-
ling mind, and no thought of sparing myself. On the I ith instant I
presented the letter you were so good as to provide me with to M. de la
Perriere. He received me with much consideration in consequence.
You have not been misinformed with regard to his position. His influ-
ence is, and so long as the present Cabinet remain in power will con-
tinue to be, more than sufficient to procure for me the information and
opportunities you so much desire. He explained to me very fully the
limits of that assistance which official people here have it in their power
to afford. Their prerogative is more extensive than with us, but at the
same time it has its points of circumscription. Every private citizen has
his well-defined rights, which they can in no case invade. He says
that had I come armed with affidavits criminating any individual, or
even justifying a strong and distinct suspicion, their powers would be
much larger. As it is, he cautions me against taking any steps that
might alarm Vanboeren. The baron is a suspicious man, it seems, and
has, moreover, once or twice been under official surveillance, which has
made him crafty. He is not likely to be caught napping. He ostensibly
practises the professions of a surgeon and dentist. In the latter capacity
he has a very considerable business. But his principal income is derived,
I am informed, from sources of a different kind. "

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" H'm ! what can he mean ? I suppose he explains a little
further on," mused Mr. Arden.

" He is, in short, a practitioner about whom suspicions of an infam-
ous kind have prevailed. One branch of his business, a rather strange
one, has connected him with persons, more considerable in number than
you would readily believe, who were, or are, political refugees.

" Can this noble baron be a distiller of poisons ? " David
Arden ruminated.

"In all his other equivocal doings, he found, on the few occasions
that seemed to threaten danger, mysterious protectors, sufficiently power-
ful to bring him off scot-free. His relations of a political character were
those which chiefly brought him under the secret notice of the police.
It is believed that he has amassed a fortune, and it is certain that he is
about to retire from business. I can much better explain to you, when
I see you, the remarkable circumstances to which I have but alluded,
I hope to be in town again, and to have the honour of waiting upon
you, on Thursday, the 29th instant."

" Ay, that's the day he named at parting. What a punctual
fellow that is!"

" They appear to me to have a very distinct bearing upon some
possible views of the case in which you are so justly interested. The
Baron Vanboeren is reputed very wealthy, but he is by no means liberal
in his dealings, and is said to be insatiably avaricious. This last quality
may make him practicable "

" Yes, so it may," acquiesced Uncle David.

li so that disclosures of importance may be obtained, if he be approached
in the proper manner. Lebas was connected, as a mechanic, with the

dentistry department of his business. Mr. L- has been extremely

kind to Lebas' widow and children, and has settled a small annuity
vpon her, and fifteen hundred francs each upon his children."

" Eh ? Upon my life, that is very handsome — extremely hand-
some. It gives me rather new ideas of this man — that is, if
there's nothing odd in it," said Mr. Arden.

" The deed by which he has done all this is, in its reciting part, an
eccentric one. I waited, as I advised you in mine of the I2th, upon
M. Arnaud, who is the legal man employed by Madame Lebas, for the
purpose of handing him the ten napoleons which you were so good as to
transmit for the use of his family ; which sum he has, with many thanks
on the part of Madame Lebas, declined, and which, therefore, I hold
still to your credit. When explaining to me that lady's reasons for
declining your remittance, he requested me to read a deed of gift from

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Mr. Longcluse, making the provisions I have before referred to, and
reciting, as nearly in these words as I can remember : — ' Whereas I
entertained for the deceased Pierre Lebas, in whose house in Paris I
lodged when very young, for more than a year and a half, a very great
respect and regard : and whereas I hold myself to have been the inno-
cent cause of hi* having gone to the room, as appears from my evidence,
in which, unhappily, he lost his life : and whereas I look upon it as a
disgrace to our City of London that such a crime could have been com-
mitted in a place of public resort, frequented as that was at the time,
without either interruption or detection ; and whereas, so regarding it,
I think that such citizens as could well afford to subscribe money, ade-
quately to compensate the family of the deceased for the pecuniary loss
which both his widow and children have sustained by reason of his
death, were bound to do so ; his visit to London having been strictly a
commercial one ; and all persons connected with the trade of London
being more or less interested in the safety of the commercial intercourse
between the two countries : and whereas the citizens of London have
failed, although applied to for the purpose, to make any such compensa-
tion ; now this deed witnesseth,' etc."

" Well, in all that, I certainly go with him. We Londoners
ought to be ashamed of ourselves."

"The widow has taken her children to Avranches, her native placo,
where she means to live. Please direct me whether I shall proceed
thither, and also upon what particular points you would wish me to
interrogate her. I have learned, this moment, that the Baron Vanboeren
retires in October next. It is thought that he will fix his residence after
that at Berlin. My informant undertakes to advise me of his address,
whenever it is absolutely settled. In approaching this baron, it is
thought you will have to exercise caution and dexterity, as he has the
reputation of being cunning and unscrupulous."

" I'm not good at dealing with such people — I never was. ?
must engage some long-headed fellow who understands them,"
said he.

"I debit myself with two thousand five hundred francs, the amount
of your remittance on the 1 5th inst., for which I will account at sight.
— I remain, dear and honoured Sir, your attached and most obedient
servant,

" CHRISTOPHER BLOUNT."

" I shall learn all he knows in a few days. What is it that
deprives me of quiet till a clue be found to the discovery of
Yelland Mace ? And why is it that the fancy has seized me that
Mr. Longcluse knows where that villain may be found? He
admitted, in talking to Alice, she says, that he had seen him in
his young days. I will pick up all the facts, and then consider

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well all that they may point to. Let us but get the letters to-
gether, and in time we may find out what they spell. Here am
I, a rich but sad old bachelor, having missed for ever the b
hope of my life. Poor Harry long dead, and but one branch
the old tree with fruit upon it — Reginald, with his two children :
Richard, my nephew — Richard Arden, in a few years the sol*1
representative of the whole family of Arden, and he such a
scamp and fool ! If a childless old fellow could care for such
things, it would be enough to break my heart. And poor little
Alice ! So affectionate and so beautiful, left, as she will be,
alone, with such a protector as that fellow ! I pity her."

At that moment her unopened note caught his eye, as it lay
on the table. He opened it, and read these words : —

"Mv DEAREST UNCLE DAVID,

" I am so miserable and perplexed, and so utterly without
any one to befriend or advise me in my present unexpected trouble, that
I must implore of you to come to Mortlake, if you can, the moment this
note reaches you. I know how unreasonable and selfish this urgent
request will appear. But when I shall have told you all that has hap
pened, you will say, I know, that I could not have avoided imploring
your aid. Therefore, I entreat, distracted creature as I am, that you,
my beloved uncle, will come to aid and counsel me ; and believe me
when I assure you that I am in extreme distress, and without, at this
moment, any other friend to help me. — Your very unhappy niece,

"ALICE."

He read this short note over again.

" No ; it is not a sick lap-dog, or a saucy maid : there is some
real trouble. Alice has, I think, more sense — I'll go at once
Reginald is always late, and I shall find them " (he looked at
his watch) — " yes, I shall find them still up at Mortlake."

So instantly he sent for a cab, and pulled on again a pair
boots, instead of the slippers he had donned, and before five
minutes was driving at a rapid pace towards Mortlake.

CHAPTER XLW.

THE REASON OF ALICE'S NOTE.

j]HE long drive to Mortlake was expedited by promises
to the cabman ; for, in this acquisitive world, nothing
for nothing is the ruling law of reciprocity. It was
about half-past eleven o'clock when they reached the
gate of the avenue ; it was a still night, and a segment of the
moon was high in the sky, faintly silvering the old fluted piers
and urns, and the edges of the gigantic trees that overhung
them. They were now driving up the avenue. How odd was
the transition from the glare and hurly-burly of the town to the
shadowy and silent woodlands on which this imperfect light fell
so picturesquely.

There were associations enough to induce melancholy as he
drove through those neglected scenes, his playground in boyish
days, where he, and Harry whom he loved, had passed so many
of the happy days that precede school. He could hear his
laugh floating still among the boughs of the familiar trees, he
could see his handsome face smiling down through the leaves
of the lordly chestnut that stood, at that moment, by the point
of the avenue they were passing, like a forsaken old friend over-
looking the way without a stir.

"I'll follow this clue to the end," said David Arden. "I
sha'n't make much of it, I fear ; but if it ends, as others in the
same inquiry have, in smoke, I shall, at least, have done my
utmost, and may abandon the task with a good grace, and con-
clude that Heaven declines to favour the pursuit. Taken for
all-in-all, he was the best of his generation, and the fittest to
head the house. Something, I thought, was due, in mere
respect to his memory. The coldness of Reginald insulted me.
If a favourite dog had been poisoned, he would have made

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more exertion to commit the culprit. And once in pursuit of
this dark shadow, how intense and direful grew the interest of

the chase, and Here we are at the hall-door Don't

mind knocking, ring the bell," he said to the driver.

He was himself at the threshold before the door was opened.

" Can I see my brother ? " he asked.

" Sir Reginald is in the drawing-room — a small dinner-party
to-day, Sir — Lady May Penrose, and Lady Mary Maypol, they
returned to town in Lady May Penrose's carriage , Lord
Wynderbroke remains, Sir, and two gentlemen •, they are at
present 'with Sir Reginald in the smoking-room."

He learned that Miss Arden was alone in the small sitting-
room, called the card-room. David Arden had walked through
the vestibule, and into the capacious hall The lights were all
out, but one.

" Well, I sha'n't disturb him. Is Miss Alice '

" Yes, Alice is here. It is so kind of you to come !" said a
voice he well knew. " Here I am ! Won't you come up to the
drawing-room, Uncle David?"

" So you want to consult Uncle David," he said, entering the
room, and looking round. " In my father's time the other
drawing-rooms used to be open ; it is a handsome suite — very
pretty rooms. But I think you have been crying, my poor little
Alice. What on earth is all this about, my dear ! Here I am,
and it is past eleven ; so we must come to the point, if I am to
hear it to-night. What is the matter ? "

"My dear uncle, I have been so miserable ! "

"Well, what is it?" he said, taking a chair; "you have
refused some fellow you like, or accepted some fellow you don't
like'. I am sure you are at the bottom of your own misery,
foolish little creature ! Girls generally are, I think, the
architects of their own penitentiaries. Sit there, my dear, and
if it is anything I can be of the least use in, you may count o
my doing my utmost. Only you must tell me the whole ca
and you mustn't colour it a bit"

So they sat down on a sofa, and Miss Alice told him in h
own way that, to her amazement, that day Lord Wynderbroke
had made something very like a confession of his passion, and
an offer of his hand, which this unsophisticated young lady was
on the point of repelling, when Lady May entered the room,
accompanied by her friend, Lady Mary Maypol ; and, of course,
the interesting situation, for that time, dissolved. About an
hour after, Alice, who was shocked at the sudden distinction of
which she had become the object, and extremely vexed at the
interruption which had compelled her to suspend her reply, and
very anxious for an opportunity to answer with decision, found
that opportunity in a little saunter which she and the two ladies

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The Reason of Alices Note. 215

took in the grounds, accompanied by Lord Wynderbroke and
Sir Reginald.

When the opportunity came, with a common inconsistency,
she rather shrank from the crisis ; and a slight uncertainty as
to the actual meaning of the noble lord, rendered her perplexity
still more disagreeable. It occurred thus : the party had
walked some little distance, and when Alice was addressed by
her father —

"Here is Wynderbroke, who says he has never seen my
Roman inscription ! You, Alice, must do the honours, for I
daren't yet venture on the grass,'' — he shrugged and shook his
head over his foot — " and 1 will take charge of Lady Mary and
Lady May, who want to see the Derbyshire thistles — they have
grown so enormous under my gardener's care. You said, May,
the other evening, that you would like to see them."

Lady May acquiesced with true feminine sympathy with the
baronet's stratagem, notwithstanding an imploring glance
from Alice ! and Lady Mary Maypol, exchanging a glance
with Lady May, expressed equal interest in the Derbyshire
thistles.

" You will find the inscription at the door of the grotto, only
twenty steps from this ; it was dug up when my grandfather
made the round pond, with the fountain in it. You'll find us in
the garden."

Lord Wynderbroke beamed an insufferable smile on Alice,
and said something pretty that she did not hear. She knew
perfectly what was coming, and although resolved, she was yet
in a state of extreme confusion.

Lord Wynderbroke was talking all the way as they
approached the grotto ; but not one word of his harmonious
periods did she clearly hear. By the time they reached the
little rocky arch under the evergreens, through the leaves of
which the marble tablet and Roman inscription were visible, they
had each totally forgotten the antiquarian object with which they
had set out.

Lord Wynderbroke came to a standstill, and then with a
smiling precision and distinctness, and in accents that seemed,
somehow to ring through her head, he made a very explicit de-
claration and proposal ; and during the entire delivery of this
performance, which was neat and lucid rather than impassioned,
she remained tongue-tied, listening as if to a tale told in a
dream.

She withdrew her hand hastily from Lord Wynderbroke's
tender pressure, and the young lady with a sudden effort, replied
collectedly enough, in a way greatly to amaze Lord Wyn-
derbroke.

When she had done, that nobleman was silent for some time,

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and stood in the same attitude of attention with which he had
heard her. With a heightened colour he cleared his voice, and
his answer, when it came, was dry and pettish. He thought
with great deference, that he was, perhaps entitled to a little
consideration, and it appeared to him that he had quite un-
accountably misunderstood what had seemed the very distinct
language of Sir Reginald. For the present he had no more to say.
He hoped to explain more satisfactorily to Miss Arden, after he
had himself had a few words of explanation, to which he thought
he had a claim, from Sir Reginald ; and he must confess that,
after the lengths to which he had been induced to proceed, he
was quite taken by surprise, and inexpressibly wounded by the
tone which Miss Arden had adopted.

Side by side, at a somewhat quick pace, Miss Arden with a
heightened colour, and Lord Wynderbroke with his ears ting-
ling, rejoined their friends.

" Well, my dear child," said Uncle David, with a laugh, " if
you have nothing worse to complain of, though I am very glad
to see you, I think we might have put off our meeting till day-
light."

" Oh ! but you have not heard half what has happened. He
has behaved in the most cowardly, treacherous, ungentlemanlike
way," she continued vehemently. " Papa sent for me, and I
never saw him so angry in my life. Lord Wynderbroke has
been making his unmanly complaints to him, and papa spoke
so violently. And he, instead of going away, having had from
me the answer which nothing on earth shall ever induce me to
change, he remains here ; and actually had the audacity to tell
me, very nearly in so many words, that my decision went for
nothing. I spoke to him quite frankly, but said nothing that
was at all rude — nothing that could have made him the least
angry. I implored of him to believe me that I never could change
my mind ; and I could not help crying, I was so agitated and
wretched. But he seemed very much vexed, and simply said
that he placed himself entirely in papa's hands. In fact, I've
been utterly miserable and terrified, and I do not know how I
can endure those terrible scenes with papa. The whole thing
has come upon me so suddenly Could you have imagined any
gentleman capable of acting like Lord Wynderbroke — so selfish,
cruel, and dastardly ? ' and with these words she burst into
tears.

" Do you mean to say that he won't take your refusal ?" said
her uncle, looking very angry.

" That is what he says," she sobbed. " He had an opportunity
only for a few words, and that was the purport of them ; and I
was so astounded, I could not reply ; and, instead of going
away, he remains here. Papa and he have arranged to prolong

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his visit ; so I shall be teased and frightened, and I am so
nervous and agitated ; and it is such an outrage ! "

" Now, we must not lose our heads, my dear child ; we must
consult calmly. It seems you don't think it possible that you
may come to like Lord Wynderbroke sufficiently to marry
him."

" I would rather die! If this goes on, I sha'n't stay here. I'd
go and be a governess rather."

'I shink you might give my house a trial first," said Uncle
David merrily ; " but it is time to talk about that by-and-by.
What does May Penrose think of it ? She sometimes, I believe,
on an emergency, lights on a sensible suggestion."

u She had to return to town with Lady Mary, who dined here
also ; I did not know she was going until a few minutes before
they left. I've been so miserably unlucky ! and I could not
make an opportunity without its seeming so rude to Lady Mary,
and I don't know her well enough to tell her ; and, you have no
idea, papa is so incensed, and so peremptory ; and what am I
to do ? Oh ! dear uncle, think of something. I know you'll
help me."

" That I will," said the old gentleman. " But allowances are
to be made for a poor old devil so much in love as Lord
Wynderbroke."

" I don't think he likes me now — he can't like me," said Alice.
" But he is angry. It is simply pride and vanity. From some-
thing papa said, I am sure of it, Lord Wynderbroke has been
telling his friends, and speaking, I fancy, as if everything was
arranged, and he never anticipated that I could have any mind
of my own ; and I suppose he thinks he would be laughed at,
and so I am to undergo a persecution, and he won't hear of
anything but what he pleases ; and papa is determined to
accomplish it. And, oh ! what am I to do ? "

" I'll tell you, but you must do exactly as I bid you. Who's
there ? " he said suddenly, as Alice's maid opened the door.

" Oh ! I beg pardon — Miss Alice, please," she said, dropping
a curtsey and drawing back.

" Don't go," said Uncle David, " we shall want you. What's
the matter?"

" Sir Reginald has been took bad with his foot again, please,
Miss."

" Nothing serious?" said Uncle David.

" Only pain, please, Sir, in the same place."

"All the better it should fix itself well in his foot. You
need not be uneasy about it, Alice. You and your maid must
be in my cab, which is at the hall door, in five minutes. Take
leave of no one, and don't waste time over finery ; just put a
few things up, and take your dressing-case ; and you and your

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maid are coming to town with me. Is my brother in the
drawing-room ? "

" No, Sir, please ; he is in his own room."

" Are the gentlemen who dined still here ? "

"Two left, Sir, when Sir Reginald took ill; but Lord
Wynderbroke remains."

" Oh ! and where is he ?"

" Sir Reginald sent for him, please, Sir — just as I came up —
to his room."

" Very good, then I shall find them both together. Now,
Alice, I must find you and your maid in the cab in five minutes.
I shall get your leave from Reginald, and you order the fellow
to drive down to the little church gate in the village close by,
and I'll walk after and join you there in a few minutes. Lose
no time."

With this parting charge, Uncle David ran down the stairs,
and met Lord Wynderbroke at the foot of them, returning from
his visit of charity to Sir Reginald's room.

CHAPTER XLV.

COLLISION.

j]ORD WYNDERBROKE!" said Uncle David,
and bowed rather ceremoniously.

Lord Wynderbroke, a little surprised, extended
two fingers and said, " How d'ye do, Mr.
Afden?" and smiled drily, and then seemed disposed to pass
on.

" I beg your pardon, Lord Wynderbroke," said David Arden,
' but would you mind giving me a few minutes ? I have some-
thing you may think a little important to say, and if you will
allow me, I'll say it in this room " — he indicated the half-open
door of the dining-room, in which there was still some light —
" I shall not detain you long."

The urbane and smiling peer looked on him for a moment —
rather darkly — with a shrewd eye ; and he said, still smiling, —

" Certainly, Mr. Arden ; but at this hour, and being about to
write a note, you will see that I have very little time indeed — I'm
very sorry."

He was speaking stiffly, and any one might have seen that he
suspected nothing very agreeable as the result of Mr. Arden's
communication.

When they had got into the dining-room, and the door was
closed, Lord Wynderbroke, with his head a little high, invited
Mr. Arden to proceed.

" Then, as you are in a hurry, you'll excuse my going direct
to the point. I've come here in consequence of a note that
reached me about an hour ago, informing me that my niece,
Alice Arden, has suffered a great deal of annoyance. You
know, of course, to what I refer ? "

" I should extremely regret that the young lady, your niece,
should suffer the least vexation, from any cause ; but I should

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have fancied that her happiness might be more naturally con
fided to the keeping of her father, than of a relation residing in
a different house, and by no means so nearly interested in con-
sulting it."

" I see, Lord Wynderbroke, that I must address you very
plainly, and even coarsely. My brother Reginald does not con-
sult her happiness in this matter, but merely his own ideas of a
desirable family connection. She is really quite miserable ; she
has unalterably made up her mind. You'll not induce her to
change it. There is no chance of that. But by permitting my
brother to exercise a pressure in favour of your suit "

" You'll excuse my interrupting for a moment, to say that
there is, and can be, nothing but the perfectly legitimate
influence of a parent. Pressure, there is none — none in the
world, Sir ; although I am not, like you, Mr. Arden, a relation
— and a very near one — of Sir Reginald Arden's, I think I can
undertake to say that he is quite incapable of exercising what
you calL a pressure upon the young lady his daughter ; and I
have to beg that you will be so good as to spare me the pain of
hearing that term employed, as you have just now employed it
— or at all, Sir, in connection with me. I take the liberty of
insisting upon that, peremptorily''

Mr. Arden bowed, and went on :

"And when the young lady distinctly declines the honour you
propose, you persist in paying your addresses, as though her
answer meant just nothing."

" I don't quite know, Sir, why I've listened so long to this kind
of thing from you ; you have no right on earth, Sir. to address
that sort of thing to me. How dare you talk to me, Sir, in that
— a — a — audacious tone upon my private affairs and conduct ? "

Uncle David was a little fiery, and answered, holding hi
head high, —

"What I have to say is short and clear. I don't ca
twopence about your affairs, or your conduct, but I do v
much care about my niece's happiness ; and if you any long'
decline to take the answer she has given you, and continue to
cause her the slightest trouble, I'll make it a personal matter with
you. Good-night /" he added, with an inflamed visage, and a
stamp on the floor, thundering his valediction. And forth he
went to pay his brief visit to his brother — not caring twopence,
as he said, what Lord Wynderbroke thought of him.

Sir Reginald had got into his dressing-gown. He was not
now in any pain to speak of, and expressed great surprise at the
sudden appearance of his brother.

"You'll take something, won't you?"

" Nothing, thanks/' answered David, " I came to beg
favouit"

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" Oh ! did you ? You find me very poorly," said the baronet,
in a tone that seemed to imply, " You might easily kill me, by
imposing the least trouble just now."

" You'll be all the better, Reginald, for this little attack ; it is
so comfortably established in your foot."

" Comfortably ! I wish you felt it," said Sir Reginald,
sharply ; " and it's confoundedly late. Why didn't you come
to dinner ? "

David laughed good-humouredly.

" You forgot, I think, to ask me," said he.

" Well, well, you know there is always a chair and a glass
for you ; but won't it do to talk about any cursed thing you wish
to-morrow ? I — I never, by any chance, hear anything agree-
able. I have been tortured out of my wits and senses all day
long by a tissue of pig-headed, indescribable frenzy. I vow to
Heaven there's a conspiracy to drive me into a mad-house, or
into my grave ; and I declare to my Maker, I wish the first
time I'm asleep, some fellow would come in and blow my
brains out on the pillow."

" I don't know an easier death," said David ; and his brother,
who meant it to be terrific, did not pretend to hear him. " I
have only a word to say," he continued, " a request you have
never refused to other friends, and, in fact, dear Reginald, I
ventured to take it for granted you would not refuse me ; so I
have taken Alice into town, to make me a little visit of a day
or two."

" You haven't taken Alice — you don't mean — she's not gone ? "
exclaimed the baronet, sitting up with a sudden perpendicularity,
and staring at his brother as if his eyes were about to leap
from their sockets.

" I'll take the best care of her. Yes, she is gone," said
David.

" But my dear, excellent, worthy — why, curse you, David, you
can't possibly have done anything so clumsy ! Why, you forgot
that Wynderbroke is here; how on earth am I to entertain
Wynderbroke without her ? "

" Why, it is exactly because Lord Wynderbroke is here, that
I thought it the best time for her to make me a visit."

" I protest to Heaven, David, I believe you're deranged ! Do
you the least know what you are saying ? "

" Perfectly. Now, my dear Reginald, let us look at the
matter quietly. The girl does not like him ; she would not
marry him, and never will ; she has grown to hate him ; his
own conduct has made her despise and detest him ; and she's
not the kind of girl who would marry for a mere title. She has
unalterably made up her mind ; and these« are not times when
you can lock a young lady into her room, and starve her inty

222 Checkmate.

compliance ; and Alice is a spirited girl — all the women of out
family were. You're no goose like Wynderbroke — you only need
to know that the girl has quite made up her mind, or her heart,
or her hatred, or whatever it is, and she won't marry him. It
is as well he should know it at first, as at last ; and I don't
think, if he were a gentleman, peer though he be, he would
have been in this house to-night. He counted on his title : he
was too sure. I am very proud of Alice. And now he can'i
bear the mortification— having, like a fool, disclosed' his suit tc
others before it had succeeded — of letting the world know he has
been refused ; and to this petty vanity he would sacrifice Alice,
and prevail on you, if he could, to bully her into accepting him,
a plan in which, if he perseveres, I have told him he shall,
besides failing ridiculously, give me a meeting ; for I will make
it a personal quarrel with him."

Sir Reginald sat in his chair, looking very white and wicked,
with his eyes gleaming fire on his brother. He opened his
mouth once or twice, to speak, but only drew a short breath at
each attempt.

David Arden rather wondered that his brother took all this so
quietly. If he had observed him alittle more closely, he would
have seen that his hands were trembling, and perceived also
that he had tried repeatedly to speak, and that either voice or
articulation failed him . On a sudden he recovered, and regard-
less of his gout started to his feet, and limped along the floor,
exclaiming, —

" Help us — help us— God help us ! What's this ? My — my
— oh, my God ! It's very bad !" He was stumping round anc
round the table, near which he had sat, and restlessly shoving
the- pamphlets and books hither and thither as he went
" What have I done to earn this curse ? — was ever mortal
pursued ? The last thing, this was ; now all's gone — quite gor
— it's over, quite. They've done it — they've done it. Bravo .
bravi tutti! brava / All — all, and everything gone ! To thir
of her — only to think of her ! She was my pet." (And in his
bleak, trembling voice, he cried a horrid curse at her.) "I te
you," he screamed, dashing his hand on the table, at the othe
of which he had arrested his monotonous shuffle round it, whe
his brother caught suddenly his vacant eye, " you think, becaus
I'm down in the world, and you are prosperous, that you can
as you like. If I was where I should be, you daren't. I'l
have her back, Sir. I'll have the police with you. I'll — I'll indie
you — it's a police-office affair. They'll take her through the
streets. Where's the wretch like her ? I charge her — let the
take her by the shoulder. And my son, Richard — to think
him ! — the cursed poppy ! — his post obit / One foot in tl
grave, have I ? No, I'm not so near smoked out as you

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me— I've a long time for it — I've a long life. I'll live to see
him broken— without a coat to his back — you villanous,
swindling dandy, and I'll "

His voice got husky, and he struck his thin fist on the table,
and clung to it, and the room was suddenly silent.

David Arden rang the bell violently, and got his arm round
his brother, who shook himself feebly, and shrugged, as if he
disdained and hated that support.

In came Crozier, who looked aghast, but wheeled his easy-
chair close to where he stood, and between them they got him
into it, trembling from head to foot.

Martha Tansey came in and lent her aid, and beckoning her
to the door, David Arden asked her if she thought him very ill.

" I 'a' seen him just so a dozen times over. He'll be well
enough, soon, and if ye knew him as weel in they takins, ye'd
ho'd wi' me, there's nothing more than common in't ; he's a bit
teathy and short-waisted, and always was, and that's how he
works himself into them fits."

So spoke Tansey, into whose talk, in moments of excitement
returned something of her old north-country dialect.

" Well, so he was, vexed with me, as with other people, and
he has over-excited himself; but as he has this little gout
about him, I may as well send out his doctor as I return."

This little conversation took place outside Sir Reginald's
room-door, which David did not care to re-enter, as his
brother might have again become furious on seeing him. So
he took his leave of Martha Tansey, and their whispered
dialogue ended. One or two sighs and groans showed that
Sir Reginald's energies were returning. David Arden walked
quickly across the vast hall, in which now burned duskily but
a single candle, and let himself out into the clear, cold night ;
and as he walked down the broad avenue he congratulated
himself on having cut the Gordian knot, and liberated his
niece.

It was a pleasant walk by the narrow road, with its lofty
groining of foliage, down to the village outpost of Islington,
where, under the shadow of the old church-spire, he found his
cab waiting, with Alice and her maid in it

he
nt.
an,

CHAPTER XLVi.

AN UNKNOWN FRIEND.

]S they drove into town, Uncle David was thinking
how awkward it would be if Sir Reginald should
have recovered his activity, and dispatched a
messenger to recall Alice, and await their arrival
at his door. Well, he did not want a quarrel ; he hated a
fracas ; but he would not send Alice back till next morning,
come what mijrht ; and then he would return with her, and
see Lord Wynderbroke again, and take measures to compel
an immediate renunciation of his suit. As for Reginald, he
would find arguments to reconcile him to the disappointme:
At all events, Alice had thrown herself upon his protectio
and he would not surrender her except on terms.

Uncle David was silent, having all this matter to ruminate
upon. He left a pencilled line for Sir Henry Margate, his
brother's physician, and then drove on towards home.

Turning into Saint James's Street, Alice saw her brother
standing at the side of a crossing, with a great-coat and a
white muffler en, the air being sharp. A couple of cairiagi
drawn up near the pavement, and the passing of two or thn
others on the outside, for a moment checked their progres
and Al ce, had not the window been up, could have spoken
him as they passed. He did not see them, but the light of
lamp was on his face, and she was shocked to see how ill h
looked.

" There is Dick," she said, touching her uncle's arm, " loo
ing so miserable ! Shall we speak to him ! "

" No, dear, never mind him — he's well enough." Davi
Arden peeped at his nephew as they passed. " He is
ginning to take an interest in what really concerns him."

She looked at her uncle, not understanding his meaning.

An Unknown Friend. 225

"We can talk of it another time, dear," he added with a
cautionary glance at the maid, who sat in the corner at the
other side.

Richard Arden was on his way to the place where he meant
to recover his losses. He had been playing deep at Colonel
Marston's lodgings, but not yet luckily. He thought he had
used his credit there as far as he could successfully press it.

The polite young men who had their supper there that
night, and played after he left till nearly five o'clock in the
morning, knew perfectly what he had lost at the Derby ; but
they did not know how perilously, on the whole, he was
already involved. Was Richard Arden, who had lost nearly
seven hundred pounds at Colonel Marston's little gathering,
though he had not paid them yet, now quite desperate? By
no means. It is true he had, while Vandeleur was out, made
an excursion to the City, and, on rather hard terms, secured a
loan of three hundred pounds — a trifle which, if luck favoured,
might grow to a fortune ; but which, if it proved contrary, half
an hour would see out.

He had locked this up in his desk, as a reserve for a theatre
quite different from Marston's little party ; and on his way to
that more public and also more secret haunt, he had called at
his lodgings for it. It was not that small deposit that cheered
him, but a curious and unexpected little note which he found
there. It presented by no means a gentlemanlike exterior.
The hand was a round clerk's-hand, with flourishing capitals,
on an oblong blue envelope, with a vulgar little device. A
dun, he took it to be ; and he was not immediately relieved
when he read at the foot of it, " Levi." Then he glanced to
lie top, and read, " DEAR SIR."

This easy form of address he read with proper disdain.

" I am instructed by a most respectable party who is desirous
to assist you, to the figure of ^1,000 or upwards, at nominal discounts,
to meet you and ascertain your wishes thereupon, if possible to-night,
lest you should suffer inconvenience.

" Yours truly,

" ISRAEL LEVI.

" P.S. — In furtherance of the above, I shall be at Dignum's Divan,
Strand, from II P.M. to-night to I A.M."

Here then, at last, was a sail in sight !

With this note in his pocket, he walked direct to the place of
rendezvous, in the Strand. It was on his way that, unseen by
him, his sister and his uncle had observed him, on their drive
to David Arden's house.

276 Checkmate.

There were two friends only whom he strongly suspected of
this very well-timed interposition — there was Lady May
Penrose, and there was Uncle David. Lady May was rich,
and quite capable of a generous sacrifice for him. Uncle
David, also rich, would like to show an intimidating front, as
he had done, but would hardly like to see him go to the wall.
There was, I must confess, a trifling bill due to Mr. Longcluse,
who had kindly got or given him cash for it. It was some-
thing less than a hundred pounds — a mere nothing ; but in
their altered relations, it would not do to permit any mis-
carriage of this particular bill. He might have risked it in the
frenzy of play. But to stoop to ask quarter from Longcluse
was more than his pride could endure. No ; nor would the
humiliation avail to arrest the consequences of his neglect. In
the general uneasiness and horror of his situation, this little
point was itself a centre of torture, and now his unknown
friend had come to the rescue, and in the golden sunshine
of his promise it, like a hundred minor troubles, was dis-
solving.

In Pall Mall he jumped into a cab, feeling strangely like
himself again. The lights, the clubs, the well-known per-
spectives, the stars above him, and the gliding vehicles and
figures that still peopled the streets, had recovered their old
cheery look; he was again in the upper world, and his dream
of misery had broken up and melted. Under the great
coloured lamp, yellow, crimson, and blue, that overhung the
pavement, emblazoned on every side with transparent
arabesques, and in gorgeous capitals proclaiming to all whom
it might concern " DIGNUM'S DIVAN," he dismissed his cab,
took his counter in the cigar shop, and entered the great
rooms beyond. The first of these, as many of my readers
remember, was as large as a good-sized Methodist Chapel ; am
five billiard-tables, under a blaze of gas, kept the many-
coloured balls rolling, and the marker busy, calling " Blue or
brown, and pink your player," and so forth ; and gentlemer
young and old, Christians and Hebrews, in their shirt-sleeves
picked up shillings when they took "lives," or knocked the
butts of their cues fiercely on the floor when they unexpectedly
lost them.

Among a very motley crowd, Richard Arden slowly saunter
ing through the room found Mr. Levi, whose appearance he
already knew, having once or twice had occasion to consult
him financially. His play was over for the night. The slir
little Jew, with black curly head, large fierce black eyes
and sullen mouth, stood with his hands in his pockets
gaping luridly over the table where he had just, he observec
to his friend Isaac Blumer, who did not care if he wa

An Unknown Friend. ~?"j

hanged, " losht sheven pound sheventeen, ash I m a
shinner \"

Mr. Levi saw Richard Arden approaching, and smiled on him
with his wide show of white fangs. Richard Arden approached
Mr. Levi with a grave and haughty face. Here, to be sure,
was nothing but what Horace Walpole used to call "the
mob." Not a human being whom he knew was in the room ;
still he would have preferred seeing Mr. Levi at his office ;
and the audacity of his presuming to grin in that familiar
fashion ! He would have liked to fling one of the billiard-balls
in his teeth. In a freezing tone, and with his head high, he
said, —

" I think you are Mr. Levi."

" The shame," responded Levi, still smiling ; " and 'ow ish
Mr. Harden thish evening ? "

" I had a note from you," said Arden, passing by Mr. Levi's
polite inquiry, "and I should like to know if any of that
money you spoke of may be made available to-night"

" Every shtiver," replied the Jew cheerfully.

" I can have it all ? Well, this is rather a noisy place,"
hesitated Richard Arden, looking around him.

" I can get into Mishter Dignum's book-offish here, Mr.
Harden, and it won't take a moment. I haven't notes, but I'll
give you our cheques, and there'sh no place in town they won't
go down as slick as gold. I'll fetch you to where there's "°n
and ink."

"Do so," said he.

In a very small room, where burned a single jet of gas, Mr.
Mr. Arden signed a promissory note for ,£1,012 ios., for which
Mr. Levi handed him cheques of his firm for^i,ooo.

Having exchanged these securities, Richard Arden said —

" I wish to put one or two questions to you, Mr. Levi." He
glanced at a clerk who was making " tots" from a huge folio
before him, on a slip of paper, and transferring them to a small
book, with great industry.

Levi understood him and beckoned in silence, and when they
both stood in the passage he said —

" If you want a word private with me, Mr. Harden, where
there'sh no one can shee us, you'll be as private as the deshert
of Harabia if you walk round the corner of the shtreet."

Arden nodded, and walked out into the Strand, accompanied
by Mr. Levi. They turned to the left, and a few steps brought
them to the corner of Cecil Street. The street widens a little
after you pass its narrow entrance. It was still enough to justify
Mr. Levi's sublime comparison. The moon shone mistily on
the river, which was dotted and streaked at its further edge
with occasional red lights from windows, relieved by the black

228

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reflected outline of the building which made their back-ground.
At the foot of the street, at that time, stood a clumsy rail, and
Richard Arden leaned his arm on this, as he talked to the Jew,
who had pulled his short cloak about him ; and in the faint
light he could not discern his features, near as he stood, except,
now and then, his white eye-balls, faintly, as he turned, or his
teeth when he smiled.-

CHAPTER XLVII.

BY THE RIVER.

j|OU mentioned, Mr. Levi, in your note, that you
were instructed, by some person who takes an inte-
rest in me, to open this business," said Richard
Arden, in a more conciliatory tone. " Will your
instructions permit you to tell me who that person is ? "

" No, no," drawled Mr. Levi, with a slow shake of his head ;
"I declare to you sholemnly, Mr. Harden, I couldn't. I'm
employed by a third party, and though I may make a tolerable
near guess who's firsht fiddle in the bishness, I can't shay
nothinV

" Surely you can say this — it is hardly a question, I am so
sure of it — is the friend who lends this money a gentleman ?"

" I think the pershon as makesh the advanshe is a bit of a
shwell. There, now, that'sh enough."

" But I said a gentleman" persisted Arden.

"You mean to ask, hashn't a lady got nothing to do with it ?"

"Well, suppose I do?"

Mr. Levi shook his head slowly, and all his white teeth showed
dimly, as he answered with an unctuous significance that tempted
Arden stronglv to pitch him into the river.

"We puts the ladiesh first ; ladiesh and shentlemen, that's the
way it goes at the theaytre ; if a good-looking chap's a bit in a
fix, there'sh no one like a lady to pull him through."

" I really want to know," said Richard Arden, with difficulty
restraining his fury. " I have some relations who are likely
enough to give me a lift of this kind ; some are ladies, and
some gentlemen, and I have a right to know to whom I owe this
money."

' To our firm ; who elshe ? We have took your paper, and
you have our cheques on ChildsV

230 Checkmate.

" Your firm lend money at five per cent. ! " said Arden wi
contempt. " You forget, Mr. Levi, you mentioned in your not
distinctly, that you act for another person. Who is that princip
for whom you act ? "

" I don't know."

" Come, Mr. Levi ! you are no simpleton ; you may as well
tell me — no one shall be a bit the wiser— for I will know."

"Azh I'm a shinner — as I hope to be shaved " began

Mr. Levi.

" It won't do — you may just as well tell me— ^ut with it !"

" Well, here now ; I don't know, but if I did, upon my shoul,
I wouldn't tell you."

" It is pleasant to meet with so much sensitive honour, Mr.
Levi,'' said Richard Arden very scornfully. " I have nothing par-
ticular to say, only that your firm were mistaken, a little time
ago, when they thought that I was without resources ; I've
friends, you now perceive, who only need to learn that I want
money, to volunteer assistance. Have you anything more to
say?"

Richard Arden saw the little Jew's fine fangs again displayed
in the faint light, as he thus spoke ; but it was only prudent to
keep his temper with this lucky intervenient.

" I have nothing to shay, Mr. Harden, only there'sh more
where that came from, and I may tell you sho, for that'sh no
shecret. But don't you go too fasht, young gentleman — not that
you won't get it — but don't you go too fasht."

" If I should ever ask your advice, it will be upon other things.
I'm giving the lender as good security as I have given to any one
else. I don't see any great wonder in the matter. Good-night,"
he said haughtily, not taking the trouble to look over his should'
as he walked away.

" Good-night," responded Mr. Levi, taking one of Dignu
cigars from his waistcoat-pocket, and preparing to light it with
lazy grin, as he watched the retreating figure lessening in
perspective of the street, "and take care of yourshelf for
shake, </<?, and don't you be lettin' all them fine women
throwin' their fortunes like that into your 'at, and bringin' the
shelves to the workus, for love of your pretty fashe — poor, de
love-sick little fools ! There you go, right off to Mallet a
Turner's, I dareshay, and good luck attend you, for a reg'
lady-killin', 'ansome, sweet-spoken, broken-down jackass ! "

At this period of his valediction the vesuvian was applied
his cigar, and Richard Arden, turning the far corner of the stn
escaped the remainder of his irony, as the Jew, with his ham
in his pockets, sauntered up its quiet pavement, in the directic
in which Richard Arden had just disappeared. It seemed to
that young gentleman that his supplies, no less than thirteen

By the River. 231

hundred pounds, would all but command the luck of which, as
his spirits rose, he began to feel confident. " Fellows," he
thought, " who have gone in with less than fifty, have come out,
to my knowledge, with thousands ; and if less than fifty could
do that, what might not be expected from thirteen hundred ?"

He picked up a cab. Never did lover fly more impatiently to
the feet of his mistress than Richard Arden did, that night, to
the shrine of the goddess whom he worshipped.

The muttered scoffs, the dark fiery gaze, the glimmering teeth
of this mocking, malicious little Jew, represented an influence
that followed Richard Arden that night.

CHAPTER XLVIII

SUDDEN NEWS.

JHAT is luck ? Is there such an influence ? What type
of mind rejects altogether, and consistently, this law
or power? Call it by what name you will, fate or
fortune, did not Napoleon, the man of death and of
action, and did not Swedenborg, the man of quietude and visions,
acknowledge it ? Where is the successful gamester who does
not "back his luck," when once it has declared itself, and bow
before the storms of fortune when they in turn have set in ? I
take Napoleon and Swedenborg — the man of this visible world,
and the man of the invisible world — as the representatives of
extreme types of mind. People who have looked into Sweden-
borg's works will remember curious passages on the subject, and
find more dogmatical, and less metaphysical admissions in
Napoleon's conversations everywhere.

In corroboration of this theory, that luck is an element, wit
its floods and ebbs, against which it is fatuity to contend,
the result of Richard Arden's play.

Before half-past two, he had lost every guinea of his treasure.
He had been drinking champagne. He was flushed, dismal,
profoundly angry. Hot and headachy, he was ready to choke
with gall. There was a big, red-headed, vulgar fellow beside
him, with a broad-brimmed white hat, who was stuffing his
pockets and piling the table before him, as though he had found
the secret of an " open sesame," and was helping himself from
the sacks of the Forty Thieves.

When Richard had lost his last pound, he would have liked
to smash the gas-lamps and windows, and the white hat and the
red head in it, and roar the blasphemy that rose to his lips.
But men can't afford to make themselves ridiculous, and as
he turned about to make his unnoticed exit, he saw the litt

with

Sudden News. 233

Jew, munching a sandwich, with a glass of champagne beside
him.

*' I say," said Richard Arden, walking up to the little man,
whose big mouth was full of sandwich, and whose fierce black
eyes encountered his instantaneously, "you don't happen to
have a little more, on the same terms, about you ?"

Mr. Levi waited to bolt his sandwich, and then swallow down
his champagne.

" Shave me ! " exclaimed he, when this was done. " The
thoushand gone ! every rag ! and" (glancing at his watch) "only
two twenty-five ! Won't it be rayther young, though, backin'
such a run o' bad luck, and throwin' good money after bad, Mr.
Harden?"

" That's my aftair, I fancy ; what I want to know is whether
you have got a few hundreds more, on the same terms — I
mean, from the same lender. Hang it, say yes or no — can't
you ? "

"Well, Mr. Harden, there's five hundred more — but 'twasn't
expected you'd a' drew it so soon. How much do you say, Mr.
Harden?"

" I'll take it all," said Richard Arden. " I wish I could have
it without these blackguards seeing."

" They don't care, blesh ye ! if you got it from the old boy
himself. That is a rum un !" There were pen and ink on a
small table beside the wall, at which Mr. Levi began rapidly to
fill in the blanks of a bill of exchange. " Why, there's not one
o' them, almost, but takes a hundred now and then from me,
when they runs out a bit too fast. You'd better shay one
month."

" Say two, like the other, and don't keep me waiting."
" You'd better shay one — your friend will think you're going a
bit too quick to the devil. Remember, as your proverb shays,
'taint the thing to kill the gooshe that laysh the golden eggs —
shay one month."

Levi's large black eye was fixed on him, and he added, " If
you want it pushed on a bit when it comes due, there won't be
no great trouble about it, I calculate."

Richard Arden looked at the large fierce eyes that were
silently fixed on him : one of those eyes winked solemnly and
significantly.

" Well, what way you like, only be quick," said Richard
Arden.

His new sheaf of cheques were quickly turned into counters ;
and, after various fluctuations, these counters followed the rest,
and in the grey morning he left that haunt jaded and savage,
with just fifteen pounds in his pocket, the wreck of the large,
sum which he had borrowed to restore his fortunes.

234 Checkmate.

It needs some little time to enable a man, who has sustained
such a shock as Richard Arden had, to collect his thoughts and
define the magnitude of his calamity. He let himself in by a
latch-key : the grey light was streaming through the shutters,
and turning the chintz pattern of his window-curtains here and
there, in streaks, into transparencies. He went into his room
and swallowed nearly a tumbler of brandy, then threw off his
clothes, drank some more, and fell into a flushed stupor, rather
than a sleep, and lay for hours as still as any dead man on the
field of battle.

Some four hours of this lethargy, and he became conscious,
at intervals, of a sound of footsteps in his room. The shutters
were still closed. He thought he heard a voice say, " Master
Richard !" but he was too drowsy, still, to rouse himself.

At length a hand was laid upon him, and a voice that was
familiar to his ear repeated twice over, more urgently, " Master
Richard ! Master Richard ! " He was now awake : very dimly,
by his bedside, he saw a figure standing. Again he heard the
same words, and wondered, for a few seconds, where he was.

" That's Crozier talking," said Richard.

" Yes, Sir," said Crozier, in a low tone ; " I'm here half-an-
hour, Sir, waiting till you should wake."

" Let in some light ; I can't see you."

Crozier opened half the window-shutter, and drew the curtain.

"Are ye ailin', Master Richard — are ye bad, Sir?"

"Ailing — yes, I'm bad enough, as you say — I'm miserable. I
don't know where to turn or what to do. Hold my coat while
count what's in the pocket. If my father, the old scoun-
drel :'

" Master Richard, don't ye say the like o' that no more ; all's
ove'r, this morning, wi' the old master — Sir Reginald's dead, Sir,"
said the old follower, sternly.

" Good God ! " cried Richard, starting up in his bed anc
staring at old Crozier with a frightened look.

"Ay, Sir," said the old servant, in a low stern tone, "he's
gone at last : he was took just a quarter past five this mornin',
by the clock at Mortlake, about four minutes before St. Paul's
chimed the quarter. The wind being southerly, we heard the
chimes. We thought he was all right, and I did not leave hir
until half-past twelve o'clock, having given him his drops, anc
waited till he went asleep. It was about three he rang his
bell, and in I goes that minute, and finds him sitting up in his
bed, talking quite silly-like about old Wainbridge, the groom,
that's dead and buried, away in Skarkwynd Churchyard, thes
thirty year."

Crozier paused here. He had been crying hours ago, anc
his eyes and nose still showed evidences of that unbecoming

Sudden News. 335

weakness. Perhaps he expected Richard, now Sir Richard
Arden, to say something, but nothing came.

" 'Tis a change, Sir, and I feel a bit queer ; and as I was
sayin', when I went in, 'twas in his head he saw Tom Wain-
bridge leadin' a horse saddled and all into the room, and stand-
in' by the side of his bed, with the bridle in his hand, and
holdin' the stirrup for him to mount. ' And what the devil
brings Wainbridge here, when he has his business to mind in
Yorkshire ? and where could he find a horse like that beast ?
He's waiting for me ; I can hear the roarin' brute, and I see
Tom's parchment face at the door — there] he'd say, 'and there
— where are your eyes, Crozier, can't you see, man ? Don't be
afraid — can't you look— and don't you hear him ? Wain-
bridge's old nonsense.' And he'd laugh a bit to himself every
now and again, and then he'd whimper to me, looking a bit
frightened, ' Get him away, Crozier, will you ? He's annoying
me, he'll have me out,' and this sort o' talk he went on wi' for
full twenty minutes. I rang the bell to Mrs. Tansey's room,
and when she was come we agreed to send in the brougham for
the doctor. I think he was a bit wrong i' the garrets, and we
were both afraid to let it be no longer."

Crozier paused for a moment, and shook his head.

" We thought he was goin' asleep, but he wasn't. His eyes
was half shut, and his shoulders against the pillows, and Mrs.
Tansey was drawin' the eider-down coverlet over his feet,
softly, when all on a sudden — I thought he was laughin' — a
noise like a little flyrin' laugh, and then a long, frightful
yellock, that would make your heart tremble, and awa' wi' him
into one o' them fits, and so from one into another, until when
the doctor came he said he was in an apoplexy ; and so, at just
a quarter past five the auld master departed. And I came
in to tell you, Sir ; and have you any orders to give me,
Master Richard ? and I'm going on, I take it you'd wish me, to
your uncle, Mr. David, and little Miss Alice, that han't heard
nout o' the matter yet"

" Yes, Crozier — go," said Richard Arden, staring on him as
if his soul was in his eyes ; and, after a pause, with an effort,
he added — " I'll call there as I go on to Mortlake ; tell them I'll
see them on my way."

When Crozier was gone, Richard Arden got up, threw his
dressing-gown about him, and sat on the side of his bed,
feeling very faint. A sudden gush of tears relieved the
strange paroxysm. Then come other emotions less unselfish.
He dressed hastily. He was too much excited to make a
breakfast. He drank a cup of coffee, and drove to Uncle
David's house.

CHAPTER XLIX.

VOWS FOR THE FUTURE.

||S he drove to his uncle's house, he was tumbling over
facts and figures, in the endeavour to arrive at some
conclusion as to how he stood in the balance-sheet
that must now be worked out. What a thing that
post-obit had turned out ! Those cursed Jews who had dealt
with him must have known ever so much more about his poor
father's health than he did. They are such fellows to worm
out the secrets of a family — all through one's own servants, and
doctors, and apothecaries. The spies ! They stick at nothing
— such liars ! How they pretended to wish to be off ! What
torture they kept him in ! How they talked of the old man's
nervous fibre, and pretended to think he would live for twenty
years to come !

" And the deed was not six weeks signed when I found out
he had those epileptic fits, and they knew it, the wretches !-
and so I've been hit for that huge sum of money. And there is
interest, two years' nearly, on that other charge, and that
swindle that half ruined me on the Derby. And there are
those bills that Levi has got, but that is only fifteen hundred,
and I can manage that any time, and a few other trifles."

And he thought what yeoman's service Longcluse might anc
would have rendered him in this situation. How translucent
the whole opaque complexity would have become in a hour or
two, and at what easy interest he would have procured him
funds to adjust these complications ! But here, too, fortune
had dealt maliciously. What a piece of cross-grained lucl
that Longcluse should have chosen to fall in love with Alice !
And now they two had exchanged, not shots, but insults,
harder to forgive. And that officious fool, Vandeleur, had laid
him open to a more direct and humiliating affront than had

Vows for the Future* 237

be'ore befallen him. Henceforward, between him and Long-
cluse no reconciliation was possible. Fiery and proud by
nature was this Richard Arden, and resentful. In Yorkshire
the family had been accounted a vindictive race. I don't
know. I have only to do with those inheritors of the name
who figure in this story.

There remained an able accountant and influential man on
'Change, on whose services he might implicitly reckon — his
uncle, David Arden. But he was separated from him by the
undefinable chasm of years — the want of sympathy, the sense
ol authority. He would take not only the management of this
financial adjustment, but the carriage of the future of this
young, handsome, full-blooded fellow, who had certainly no
wish to take unto himself a Mentor.

Here have been projected on this page, as in the disk of an
oxy-hydrogen microscope, some of the small and active
thoughts that swarmed almost unsuspected in Richard Arden's
mind. But it would be injustice to Sir Richard Arden (we may
as well let him enjoy at once the title which stately Death has
just presented him with — it seems to me a mocking obeisance)
to pretend that higher and kinder feelings had no place in his
heart.

Suddenly redeemed from ruin, suddenly shocked by an
awful spectacle, a disturbance of old associations where there
had once been kindness, where estrangements and enmity had
succeeded : there was in all this something moving and
agitating, that stirred his affections strangely when he saw his
sister.

David Arden had left his house an hour before the news
reached its inmates. Sir Richard was shown to the drawing-
room, where there was no one to receive him ; and in a minute
Alice, looking very pale and miserable, entered, and running up
to him, without saying a word threw her arms about his neck,
and sobbed piteously.

Her brother was moved. He folded her to his heart.
Broken and hurried words of tenderness and affection he
spoke, as he kissed her again and again. Henceforward he
would live a better and wiser life. He had tasted the dangers
and miseries that attend on play. He swore he would give it
up. He had done with the follies of his youth. But for years
he had not had a home. He was thrown into the thick of
temptation. A fellow who had no home was so likely to amuse
himself with play ; and he had suffered enough to make him
hate it, and she should see what a brother he would be, hence-
forward, to her.

Alice's heart was bursting with self-reproach ; she told
Richard the whole story of her trouble of the day before,

S

238 Checkmate,

and the circumstances of her departure from Mortlake, all
in an agony of tears ; and declared, as young ladies often
have done before, that she never could be happy again.

He was disappointed, but generous and gentle feelings had
been stirred within him.

"Don't reproach yourself, darling ; that is mere lolly. The
entire responsibility of your leaving Mortlake belongs to my
uncle ; and about Wynderbroke, you must not torment your-
self ; you had a right to a voice in the matter, surely, and I
daresay you would not be happier now if you had been less
decided, and found yourself at this moment committed to
marry him. I have more reason to upbraid myself, but I'm
sure I was right, though I sometimes lost my temper ; I know
my Uncle David thinks I was right ; but there is no use now
in thinking more about it ; right or wrong, it is all over,
and I won't distract myself uselessly. I'll try to be a better
brother to you than I ever have been ; and I'll make
Mortlake our head-quarters : or we'll live, if you like it
better, at Arden Manor, or I'll go abroad with you. I'll lay
myself out to make you happy. One thing I'm resolved on,
and that is to give up play, and find some manly and useful
pursuit ; and you'll see I'll do you some credit yet, or at
least, as a country squire, do some little good, and be not quite
useless in my generation ; and I'll do my best, dear Alice, to
make you a happy home, and to be all that I ought to be to
you, my darling."

Very affectionately he both spoke and felt, and left Alice
with some of her anxieties lightened, and already more interest
in the future than she had thought possible an hour before.

Richard Arden had a good deal upon his hands that
morning. He had money liabilities that were urgent. He
had to catch his friend Mardykes at his lodgings, and get
him to see the people in whose betting-books he stood for
large figures, to represent to them what had happened, and
assure them that a few days should see all settled. Then
he had to go to the office of his father's attorney, and learn
whether a will was forthcoming ; then to consult with his
own attorney, and finally to follow his uncle, David Arden,
from place to place, and find him at last at home, and talk
over details, and advise with him generally about many
things, but particularly about the further dispositions respecting
the funeral ; for a little note from his Uncle David had offered
to relieve him of the direction of those hateful details trans
acted with the undertaker, which every one is glad to depute.

CHAPTER L.

UNCLE DAVID'S SUSPICIONS.

R. DAVID ARDEN, therefore, had made a cali at
the office of Paller, Crapely, Plumes, and Co.,
I eminent undertakers in the most gentleman-like,
&E2*§* and, indeed, aristocratic line of business, with

immense resources at command, and who would undertake to
bury a duke, with all the necessary draperies, properties, and
dramatis persona, if required, before his grace was cold in his
bed.

A little dialogue occurred here, which highly interested
Uncle David. A stout gentleman, with a muddy and
melancholy countenance, and a sad suavity of manner, and
in the perennial mourning that belongs to a gentlemen of his
doleful profession, presents himself to David Arden, to receive
his instructions respecting the deceased baronet's obsequies.
The top of his head is bald, his face is furrowed and baggy ;
he looks fully sixty-five, and he announces himself as the junior
partner, Plumes by name.

Having made his suggestions and his notes, and taken his
order for a strictly private funeral in the neighbourhood of
London, Mr. Plumes thoughtfully observes that he remembers
the name well, having been similarly employed for another
member of the same family.

' Ah ! How was that ? How long ago ?" asked Mr. Arden.

' About twenty years, Sir."

' And where was that funeral ? "

'The same place, Sir, Mortlake."

' Yes, I know that was ? "

' It was Mr. 'Enry, or rayther 'Arry Harden. We 'ad to take
back the plate, Sir, and change 'Enry to 'Arry — 'Arry being the

240 Checkmate*

name he was baptised by. There was a hinquest connected witn
that horder."

" So there was, Mr. Plumes," said Uncle David with awakened
interest, for that gentleman spoke as if he had something more
to say on the subject.

" There was, Sir, — and it affected me very sensibly. My
niece, Sir, had a wery narrow escape."

" Your niece ! Really ? How could that be ?"

" There was a Mister Yelland Mace, Sir, who paid his had-
dresses to her, and I do believe, Sir, she rayther liked him. I
don't know, I'm sure, whether he was serious in 'is haddresses,
but it looked very like as if he meant to speak ; though I do
suppose he was looking 'igherfor a wife. Well, he was believed
to 'ave 'ad an 'and in that 'orrible business."

" I know — so he undoubtably had — and the poor young lady,
I suppose, was greatly shocked and distressed."

" Yes, Sir, and she died about a year after."

David Arden expressed his regret, and then he asked—

"You have often seen that man, Yelland Mace?"

«' Not often, Sir.''

" You remember his face pretty well, I daresay ? "

" Well, no, Sir, not very well. It is a long time."

" Do you recollect whether there was anything noticeable in
his features ? — had he, for instance, a remarkably prominent
nose?"

" I don't remember that he 'ad, Sir. I rather think not, but I
can't by no means say for certain. It is a long time, and I
'aven't much of a memory for faces. There is a likeness of him
among my poor niece's letters."

" Really? I should be so much obliged if you would allow me
to see it."

" It is at 'ome, Sir, but I shall be 'ome to dinner before I go out
to Mortlake ; and, if you please, I shall borrow it of my sister,
and take it with me."

This offer David Arden gladly accepted.

When the events were recent, he could have no difficulty in
identifying Yelland Mace, by the evidence of fifty witnesses, if
necessary. But it was another thing now. The lapse of time had
made matters very different. It was recent impressions of a
vague kind about Mr. Longcluse that had revived the idea, and
prompted a renewal of the search. Martha Tansey was aged
now, and he had misgivings about the accuracy of her recollec-
tion. Was it possible, after all, that he was about to see that
which would corroborate his first vague suspicions ? "

Sir Richard had a busy and rather harassing day, the first of
his succession to an old title and a new authority, and he was
not sorry when it closed. He had stolen about from place to

Uncle David's Suspicions. 241

p'ace in a hired cab, and leaned back to avoid a chance
recognition, like an absconding debtor ; and had talked with the
people whom he was obliged to call on and see, in low and
hurried colloquy, through the window of the cab. And now
night had fallen, the lamps were glaring, and tired enough he
returned to his lodgings, sent for his tailor, and arranged promptly
about the

" inky cloak, good mother,

And customary suits of solemn black ; "

and that done, he wrote two or three notes to kindred in
Yorkshire, with whom it behoved him to stand on good terms ;
and then he determined to drive out to Mortlake Hall. An
unpleasant mixture of feelings was in his mind as he thought of
that visit, and the cold tenant of the ancestral house, whom in
the grim dignity of death, it would not have been seemly to leave
for a whole day and night un visited. It was to him a repulsive
visit, but how could he postpone it ?

Behold him, then, leaning back in his cab, and driving through
glaring lamps, and dingy shops, and narrow ill-thriven streets,
eastward and northward ; and now, through the little antique
village, with trembling lights, and by the faded splendours of
the " Guy of Warwick." And he sat up and looked out of the
windows, as they entered the narrow road that is darkened by the
tall overhanging timber of Mortlake grounds.

Now they are driving up the broad avenue, with its noble old
trees clumped at either side ; and with a shudder Sir Richard
Arden leans back and moves no more until the cab pulls up at
the door-steps, and the knock sounds through hall and passages,
which he dared not so have disturbed, uninvited, a day or two
before. Crozier ran down the steps to greet Master Richard.

" How are you, old C*ozier?" he said, shaking hands from the
cab-window, for somehow he liked to postpone entering the
house as long as he could. " I could not come earlier. I have
been detained in town all day by business, of various kinds,
connected with this." And he moved his hand toward th.e
open hall-door, with a gloomy nod or two. "How is Martha?"

"Tolerable, Sir, thankye, considerin'. It's a great upset to
her."

" Yes, poor thing, of course. And has Mr. Paller been here —
the person who is to — to "

" The undertaker ? Yes, Sir, he was here at two o'clock, and
some of the people has been busy in the room, and his men has
come out again with the coffin, Sir. I think they'll soon be
leaving ; they've been here a quarter of an hour, and — if I may
make bold to ask, Sir, — what day will the funeral be ? "

242 Checkmate.

" I don't know myself, Crozier ; I must settle that with my
uncle. He said he thought he would come here himself this
evening, at about nine, and it must be very near that now. Where
is Martha?"

" In her room, Sir, I think.''

" I won't see her there. Ask her to come to the oak-room."

Richard got out and entered the house of which he was now
the master, with an oppressive misgiving.

The oak-parlour was a fine old room, and into the panels were
let four full-length portraits. Two of these were a lady and
gentleman, in the costume of the beginning of Charles the
Second's reign. The lady held an Italian greyhound by a blue
ribbon, and the gentlemen stood booted for the field, and falcon
on fist. It struck Richard, for the first time, how wonderfully
like Alice that portrait of the beautiful lady was. He raised the
candle to examine it. There was a story about this lady. She
had been compelled to marry the companion portrait, with the
hawk on his hand, and those beautiful lips had dropped a curse,
in her despair, when she was dying, childless, and wild with
grief. She prayed that no daughter of the house of Arden
might ever wed the man of her love, and it was said that a
fatality had pursued the ladies of that family, which looked like
the accomplishment of the malediction ; and a great deal of
curious family lore was connected with this legend and
portrait.

As he held the candle up to this picture, still scanning its
features, the door slowly opened, and Martha Tansey, arrayed
in a black silk dress of a fashion some twenty years out of date,
came in. He set down the candle, and took the old woman's
hand, and greeted her very kindly.

" How's a' wi' you, Master Richard ? A dowly house ye've
come too. Ye didna look to see this sa soon ? "

" Very sudden, Martha — awfully sudden. I could not let the
day pass without coming out to see you."

" Not me, Master Richard, but to ha'e a last look at the face
of the father that begot ye. He'll be shrouded and coffined by
this time — the light 'ill not be lang on that face. The lid will
be aboon it and screwed down to-morrow, I dar1 say. Ay, there
goes the undertaker's men ; and there's a man from Mr. Paller —
Mr. Plumes is his name — that sayshe'll stay still your Uncle David
comes, for he told him he had something very particular to say
to him ; and I desired him to wait in my room after his busi-
ness about the poor master was over ; and the a'ad things is
passin' awa' and it's time auld Martha was fittin' herself."

" Don't say that, Martha, unless you would have me think
you expect to find me less kind than my father was."

" There's good and there's bad in every on». Master Richard.

Uncle David-s Suspicions. 243

Ye can't take it in meal and take it in malt. A bit short- waisted
he was, there's no denyin', and a sharp word now and again ;
but none so hard to live wi' as many a one that was cooler-
tempered, and more mealy-mouthed ; and I think ye were o'er
hard wi' him, Master Richard. Ye should have opened the
estate. It was that killed him," she continued considerately.
" Ye broke his heart, Master Richard ; he was never the same
man after he fell out wi' you."

" Some day, Martha, you'll learn all about it," said he gently.
" It was no fault of mine — ask my Uncle David. I'm not the
person to persuade you ; and, beside, I have not courage to talk
over that cruel quarrel now."

" Come and see him," said the old woman grimly, taking up
the candle.

" No, Martha, no ; set it down again — I'll not go."

"And when will you see him?"

" Another time — not now — I can't."

" He's laid in his coffin now ; they'll be out again in the
mornin'. If you don't see him now, ye'll never see him ; and
what will the folk down in Yorkshire say, when it's told at
Arden Court that Master Richard never looked on his dead
father's face, nor saw more of ,him after his flittin' than the
plate on his coffin. By Jen ! 'twill stir the blood o' the old
tenants and gar them clench their fists and swear, I warrant,
at the very sound o' yer name ; for there never was an Arden
died yet, at Arden Court, but he was waked, and treated wi'
every respect, and visited by every living soul of his kindred, for
ten mile round."

" If you think so, Martha, say no more. I'll — go as well now
as another time — and, as you say, sooner or later it must be
done."

CHAPTER LI.

THE SILHOUETTE.

JE'S lookin' very nice and like himself," mumbled
the old woman, as she led the way.

At the open door of Sir Reginald's room stood
Mr. Plumes, in professional black with a pensive^
and solemn countenance, intending politely to do the honours.

" Thank you, Sir," said the old woman graciously, taking the
lead in the proceedings. " This is the young master, and he
won't mind troublin' you, Mr. Plumes. If you please to go to my
room, Sir, the third door on the right, you'll find tea made, Sir ;
and Mr. Crozier, I think, will be there."

And having thus disposed of the stranger, they entered the
room, in which candles were burning.

Sir Reginald had, as it were, already made dispositions for
his final journey. He had left his bed, and lay instead, in the
handsomely upholstered coffin which stood on tressels beside it.
Thin and fixed were the cold, earthly features that looked upward
from their white trimmings. Sir Richard Arden checked his
step and held his breath as he came in sight of these stern
lineaments. The pale light that surrounds the dead face of the
martyr was wanting here : in its stead, upon selfish lines and
contracted features, a shadow stood.

Mrs. Tansey, with a feather-brush placed near, drove away
a fly that was trying to alight on the still face.

" I mind him when he was a boy," she said, with a groan and
shake of the head. " There was but six years between us, and
the life that's ended is but a dream, all like yesterday — nothing
to look back on ; and, I'm sure, if there's rest for them that has
been troubled on earth, he's happy now : a blessed change 'twill
be."

" Yes, Martha, we all have our troubles."

The Silhouette. 245

"Ay, it's well to know that in time : the young seldom dees,"
she answered sardonically.

" I'll go, Martha. I'll return to the oak- room. I wish my
uncle were come."

" Well, you have took your last look, and that's but decent,

and Dear me, Master Richard, you do look bad !"

" I feel a little faint, Martha. I'll go there ; and will you give
me a glass of sherry ? "

He waited at the room door, while Martha nimbly ran to her
room, and returned with some sherry and a wine-glass. He
had hardly taken a glass, and begun to feel himself better, when
David Arden's step was heard approaching from the hall. He
greeted his nephew and Martha in a hushed undertone, as he
might in church ; and then, as people will enter such rooms, he
passed in and crossed with a very soft tread, and said a word or
two in whispers. You would have thought that Sir Reginald
was tasting the sweet slumber of precarious convalescence, so
tremendously does death simulate sleep.

When Uncle David followed his nephew to the oak-room,
where the servants had now placed candles, he appeared a little
paler, as a man might who had just witnessed an operation.
He looked through the unclosed shutters on the dark scene ;
then he turned, and placed his hand kindly on his nephew's
arm, and said he, with a sigh —

" Well, Dick, you're the head of the house now ; don't run
the old ship on the rocks. Remercber, it is an old name, and,
above all, remember, that Alice is thrown upon your protection.
Be a good brother, Dick. She is a true-hearted, affectionate
creature : be you the same to her. You can't do your duty by
her unless you do it also by yourself. For the first time in your
life, a momentous responsibility devolves upon you. In God's
name, Dick, give up play and do your duty ! "

'• I have learned a lesson, uncle ; I have not suffered in vain.
I'll never take a dice-box in my hand again ; I'd as soon take a
burning coal. I shall never back a horse again while I live. I
am quite cured, thank God, of that madness. I sha'n't talk
about it ; let time declare how I am changed."

" I am glad to hear you speak so. You are right, that is the
true test. Spoken like a man ! " said Uncle David, and he
took his hand very kindly.

The entrance of Martha Tansey at this moment gave the talk
a new turn.

" By-the-bye, Martha," said he, " has Mr. Plumes come ? He
said he would be here at eight o'clock."

" He's waitin', Sir ; and 'twas to tell you so I came in. Shall
I tell him to come here ? "
" I asked him to come, Dick ; I knew you would allow me.

246 Checkmate.

He has some information to give me respecting the wretch who
murdered your poor Uncle Harry.'*

" May I remain ? " asked Richard.

" Do ; certainly."

" Then, Martha, wilt you tell him to come here ? " said Richard,
and in another minute the sable garments and melancholy
visage of Mr. Plumes entered the room slowly.

When Mr. Plumes was seated, he said, with much deliberation,
in reply to Uncle David's question —

" Yes, Sir, I have brought it with me. You said, I think, you
wished me to fetch it, and as my sister was at home, she
hobleeged me with a loan of it. It belonged, you may remember,
to her deceased daughter — my niece. I have got it in my
breast-pocket ; perhaps you would wish me now to take it hout?"

" I'm most anxious to look at it," said Uncle David, approach-
ing with extended hand. " You said you had seen him ; was
this a good likeness ? "

These questions and the answers to them occupied the time
during which Mr. Plumes, whose proceedings were slow as a
funeral, disengaged the square parcel in question from his
pocket, and then went on to loosen the knots in the tape which
tied it up, and afterwards to unfold the wrappings of paper which
enveloped it.

" I don't remember him well enough, only that he was good-
looking. And this was took by machinery, and it must be
like. The ball and socket they called it. It must be hexact,
Sir."

So saying, he produced a square black leather case, which
being opened displayed a black profile, the hair and whisker:
being indicated by a sort of gilding which, laid upon sable, re-
minded one of the decorations of a coffin, and harmonised
cheerfully with Mr. Plumes' profession.

" Oh ! " exclaimed Uncle David with considerable disappoint-
ment, " I thought it was a miniature ; this is only a silhouette ;
but you are sure it is the profile of Yelland Mace ?"

" That is certain, Sir. His name is on the back of it, and she
kept it, poor young woman ! with a lock of his 'air and some
hother relics in her work-box."

By this time Uncle David was examining it with deep interest
The outline demolished all his fancies about Mr. Longcluse.
The nose, though delicately formed, was decidedly the ruling
feature of the face. It was rather a parrot face, but with a good
forehead. David Arden was disappointed. He handed it to his
nephew.

" That is a kind of face one would easily remember," he
observed to Richard as he looked. " It is not like any one thai
I know, or ever knew."

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The Silhouette. 247

" No," said Richard ; " I don't recollect any one the least like
it." And he replaced it in his uncle's hand.

"We are very much obliged to you, Mr. Plumes ; it was your
mention of it this morning, and my great anxiety to discover all
I can respecting that man, Yelland Mace, that induced me to
make the request. Thank you very much," said old Mr. Arden,
placing the profile in the fat fingers of Mr. Plumes. " You
must take a glass of sherry before you leave. And have you got
a cab to return in ? "

"The men are waiting for me, I thank you, and I have just
'ad my tea, Sir, much obleeged, and I think I had best return
to town, gentlemen, as I have some few words to say to-night to
our Mr. Trimmer ; so, with your leave, gentlemen, I'll wish you
good-night."

And with a solemn bow, first to Mr. Arden, then to the young
scion of the house, and lastly a general bow to both, that grave
gentleman withdrew.

" I could see no likeness in that thing to any one," repeated
old Mr. Arden. " Mr. Longcluse is a friend of yours ? " he
added a little abruptly.

" I can't say he was a friend ; he was an acquaintance, but
even that is quite ended."

What ! you don't know him any longer ? "
No."

' You're quite sure ! "

' Perfectly."

Then I may say I'm very glad. I don't like him, and I can't
say why ; but I can't help connecting him with your poor uncle's
death. I must have dreamed about him and forgot the dream,
while the impression continues ; for I cannot discover in any
fact within my knowledge the slightest justification for the un-
pleasant persuasion that constantly returns to my mind. I could
not trace a likeness to him in that silhouette."

He looked at his nephew, who returned his steady look with
one of utter surprise.

" Oh, dear ! no. There is not a vestige of a resemblance,"
said Richard. " I know his features very well."

" No,1' said Uncle David, lowering his eyes to the table, on
which he was tapping gently with his fingers ; " no, there
certainly is not — not any. But I can't dismiss the suspicion. I
can't get it out of my head, Richard, and yet I can't account for
it," he said, raising his eyes to his nephew's. " There is some-
thing in it ; I could not else be so haunted."

CHAPTER LIL

MR. LONGCLUSE EMPLOYED.

HE funeral was not to be for some days, and then to be
conducted in the quietest manner possible. Sir
Reginald was to be buried in a small vault under the
little chuch, whose steeple cast its shadow every
sunny evening across the garden-hedges of the " Guy of
Warwick," and could be seen to the left from the door of
Mortlake Hall, among distant trees. Further it was settled by
Richard Arden and his uncle, on putting their heads together,
that the funeral was to take place after dark in the evening ;
and even the undertaker's people were kept in ignorance of the
exact day and hour.

In the meantime, Mr. Longcluse did not trouble any member
of the family with his condolences or inquiries. As a raven
perched on a solitary bough surveys the country round, and
observes many things — very little noticed himself — so Mr.
Longcluse made his observations from his own perch and in his
own way. Perhaps he was a little surprised on receiving from
Lady May Penrose a note, in the folowing terms : —

"DEAR MR. LONGCLUSE,

"I have just heard something that troubles me; and as
know of no one who would more readily do me a kindness, I hope yo
won't think me very troublesome if I beg of you to make me a call tc
morrow morning, at any time before twelve.

" Ever yours sincerely,

"MAY PENROSE."

Mr. Longcluse smiled darkly, as he read this note again. " It

is better to be sought after than to offer one's self."

Accordingly, next morning, Mr. Longcluse presented himscl

Mr. Longduse Employed. 249

in Lady May's drawing-room ; and after a little waiting, that
good-natured lady entered the room. She liked to make herself
miserable about the troubles of her friends, and on this occasion,
en entering the door, she lifted her hands and eyes, and
quickened her step towards Mr. Longcluse, who advanced a
step or two to meet her.

" Oh ! Mr. Longcluse, it is so kind of you to come," she ex-
claimed ; " I am in such a sea of troubles ! and you are such
a friend, I know I may tell you. You have heard, of course,
of poor Reginald's death. How horribly sudden ! — shocking !
and dear Alice is so broken by it ! He had been, the day
before, so cross — poor Reginald, everybody knows he had a
temper, poor old soul ! — and had made himself so disagreeable
to her, and now she is quite miserable, as if it had been her
fault. But no matter ; it's not about that. Only do you happen
to know of people — bankers or something — called Childers and
Ballard?"

" Oh ! dear, yes ; Childers and Ballard ; they are City
people, on 'Change — stockbrokers. They are people you can
quite rely on, so far as their solvency is concerned."

" Oh ! it isn't that. They have not been doing any business
for me. It is a very unpleasant thing to speak about, even to a
kind friend like you ; but I want you to advise what is best to
be done ; and to ask you, if it is not very* unreasonable, to use
any influence you can — without trouble, of course, I mean — to
prevent anything so distressing as may possibly happen."

"You have only to say, dear Lady May, what 1 can do. I
am too happy to place my poor services at your disposal."

" I knew you would say so," said Lady May, again shaking
hands in a very friendly way ; " and I know what I say won t
go any further. I mean, of course, that you will receive it
entirely as a confidence."

Mr. Longcluse was earnest in his assurances of secresy and
good faith.

" Well," said Lady May, lowering her voice, " poor Reginald,
he was my cousin, you know, so it pains me to say it ; but he
was a good deal embarrassed ; his estates were very much in
debt. He owed money to a great many people, I believe."

"Oh ! Really?" Mr. Longcluse expressed his well-bred sur-
prise very creditably.

" Yes, indeed ; and these people, Childers and Ballard, have
something they call a judgment, I think. It is a kind of debt,
for about twelve hundred pounds, which they say must be paid
at once ; and they vow that if it is not they will seize the coffin,
and — and — all that, at the funeral. And David Arden is so
angry, you can't think ! and he says that the money is not
owed to them, and that they have no right by law to do any

250 Checkmate.

such thing ; and that from beginning to end it is a mere piece
of extortion. And he won't hear of Richard's paying a farthing
of it ; and he says that Richard must bring a law-suit against
them, for ever eo much money, if they attempt anything of the
kind, and that he's sure to win. But that is not what I am
thinking of — it is about poor Alice, she is so miserable about
the mere chance of its happening. The profanation — the fracas
— all so shocking and so public — the funeral, you know."

"You are quite sure of that, Lady May?" said Longcluse.

" I heard it all as I tell you. My man of business told me ;
and I saw David Arden," she answered.

" Oh ! yes ; but I mean, with respect to Miss Arden. Does
she, in particular, so very earnestly desire intervention in this
awkward business ?"

" Certainly ; only she — only Miss Arden — only Alice."

He looked down in thought, and then again in her face, paler
than usual. He had made up his mind.

" I shall take measures," he said quietly. " I shall do every-
thing— anything in my power. I shall even expose myself to
the risk of insult, for her sake ; only let it soften her. After 1
have done it, ask her, not before, to think mercifully of me."

He was going.

" Stay, Mr. Longcluse, just a moment. I don't know what I
am to say to you ; I* am so much obliged. And yet how can
I undertake that anything you do may affect other people as
you wish ? "

" Yes, of course you are right ; I am willing to take my
chance of that. Only, dear Lady May, will you write to her?
All I plead for— and it is the last time I shall sue to her for
anything — is that my folly may be forgotten, and I restored to
the humble privileges of an acquaintance."

"But do you really wish me to write? I'll take an
opportunity of speaking to her. Would not that be less
formal?"

" Perhaps so ; but, forgive me, it would not answer. I beg
you to write."

" But why do you prefer my writing ? "

' Because I shall then read her answer."

' Then I must tell her that you are to read her reply."

' Certainly, dear Lady May ; J meant nothing else."

' Well, Mr. Longcluse, there is no great difficulty."

' I only make it a request, not a condition. I shall do m
utmost in any case. Pray tell her that."

" Yes, I'll write to her, as you wish it ; or, at least, I'll ask
her to put on paper what she desires me to say, and I'll read
it to you."

u That will answer as well How can I thank you ?*

Mr. Longcluse Employed. 251

" There is no need of thanks. It is I who should thank you
for taking, I am afraid, a great deal of trouble so promptly
and kindly."

" I know those people ; they are cunning and violent, difficult
to deal with, harder to trust," said Longcluse, looking down in
thought. " I should be most happy to settle with them, and
afterwards the executor might settle with me at his convenience ;
but, from what you say, Mr, David Arden and his nephew won't
admit their claim. I don't believe such a seizure would be
legal ; but they are people who frequently venture illegal
measures, upon the calculation that it would embarrass those
against whom they adopt them more than themselves to
bring them into court. It is not an easy card to play, you see,
and they are people I hate ; but I'll try."

In another minute Mr. Longcluse had taken his leave, and
was gone.

CHAPTER LIII.

THE NIGHT OF THE FUNERAL.

R. LONGCLUSE smiled as he sat in his cab, driving
City-ward to the office of Messrs. Childers and
Ballard.

" How easily, now, one might get up a scene ! Let
Ballard, the monster — he would look the part well — with his
bailiffs, seize the coffin and its precious burden in the church ;
and I, like Sir Edward Maulay, step forth from behind a pillar
to stay the catastrophe. We could make a very fine situation,
and I the hero ; but the girl is too clever for that, and Richard
as sharp — that is, as base — as I ; knowing my objects, he would
at once see a plant, and all would be spoiled. 1 shall do it in
the least picturesque and and most probable way. I should like
to .know the old housekeeper, Mrs. Tansey, better ; I should
like to be on good terms with her. An awkward meeting with
Arden. What the devil do I care ? besides, it is but one chance
in a hundred. Yes, that is the best way. Can I see Mr.
Ballard in his private room for a minute ? " he added aloud, to
the clerk, Mr. Blotter, behind the mahogany counter, who turned
from his desk deferentially, let himself down from his stool,
and stood attentive before the great man, with his pen behind
his ear.

" Certainly, Mr. Longcluse — certainly, Sir. Will you a
me, Sir, to conduct you?"

Most men would have been peremptorily denied ; the more
fortunate would have had to await the result of an application to
Mr. Ballard ; but to Mr. Longcluse all doors flew open, and
wherever he went, like Mephistopheles, the witches received him
gaily, and the cat-apes did him homage.

Without waiting for the assistance of Mr. Blotter, he ran up
the back-stairs familiarly to see Mr. Ballard ; and when Mr.

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Longcluse came down, looking very grave, Mr. Ballard, with
the red face and lowering countenance which he could not put
off, accompanied him down-stairs deferentially, and held open
the office-door for him ; and could not suppress his grins for
some time in the consciousness of the honour he had received.
Mr. Ballard hoped that the people over the way had seen Mr.
Longcluse step from his door ; and mentioned to everyone he
talked to for a week, that he had Mr. Longcluse in his private
office in consultation — first it was " for a quarter of an hour by
the clock over the chimney," speedily it grew to " half-an-hour,"

and finally to "upwards of an hour, by ," with a stare in

the face of the wondering, or curious, listener. And when
clients looked in, in the course of the day, to consult him, he
would say, with a wag of his head and a little looseness about
minutes, " There was a man sitting here a minute ago, Mr.
Longcluse — you may have met him as you came up the stairs — •
that could have given us a wrinkle about that ; " or, " Longcluse,
who was here consulting with me this morning, is clearly of
opinion that Italian bonds will be down a quarter by settling
day ; " or, " Take my advice, and don't burn your fingers with
those things, for it is possible something queer may happen any
day after Wednesday. I had Longcluse — I daresay you may
have heard of him," he parenthesised jocularly — " sitting in that
chair to-day for very nearly an hour and a half, and thnt's a
fellow one doesn't sit long with without hearing something worth
remembering."

From the attorney of Sir Richard Arden was served upon
Messrs. Childers and Ballard, that day, a cautionary notice in
very stern terms respecting their threatened attack upon Sir
Reginald's funeral appointments and body ; to which they
replied in terms as sharp, and fixed three o'clock for payment
of the bond.

It was a very short mile from Mortlake to that small old
church near the " Guy of Warwick," the bit of whose grey spire
and the pinnacle of whose weather-cock you could see between
the two great clumps of elms to the left. Sir Reginald, feet
foremost, was to make this little journey that evening under a
grove of black plumes, to the small, quiet room, which he was
henceforward to share with his ancestor Sir Hugh Arden, of
Mortlake Hall, Baronet, whose pillard monument decorated the
little church.

He lies now, soldered up and screwed down, in his strait bed,
triply secured in lead, mahogany, and oak, and as safe as " the
old woman of Berkeley " hoped to be from the grip of
marauders. Once there, and the stone door replaced and
mortared in, the irritable old gentleman might sleep the quietest
sleep his body had ever enjoyed, to the crack of doom. The space

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Checkmate.

was short, too, which separated that from the bed-room he was
leaving; but the interval was "Jew's ground," trespassing on
which, it was thought, he ran a great risk of being clutched by
frantic creditors. A whisper of the danger had got into the
housekeeper's room ; and Crozier, whose north-country blood
was hot, and temper warlike, had loaded the horse-pistols, and
swore that he would shoot the first man who laid a hand un-
friendly on the old master's coffin.

There was an agitation simmering under the grim formalities
and tip-toe treadings of the house of death. Martha Tansey
grew frightened, angry as she was, and told Richard Arden that
Crozier was " neither to hold nor to bind, and meant to walk by
the hearse, and stand by the coffin till it was shut into the
vault, with loaded pistols in his coat-pockets, and would make
food for worms so sure as they villains dar'd to interrupt the
funeral."

Whereupon Richard saw Crozier, took the pistols from him,
shook him very hard by the hand, for he liked him all the more,
and told him that he would desire nothing better than their
attempting to accomplish their threats, as he was well advised
the law would make examples of them. Then he went up-
stairs, and saw Alice, and he could not help thinking how her
black crapes became her. He kissed her, and, sitting down
beside her, said, —

" Martha Tansey says, darling, that you are unhappy about
something she has been telling you concerning this miserable
funeral. She ought not to have alarmed you about it. If I
had known that you were frightened, or, in fact, knew anything
about it, I should have made a point of coming out here yester-
day, although I had fifty things to do."

" I had a very good-natured note to-day, Dick, from Lady
May," she said — " only a word, but very kindly intended."
And she placed the open note in his fingers. When he had
read it, Richard dropped the note on the table with a sneer.

" That man, I suspect, is himself the secret promoter of this
outrage — a very inexpensive way, this, of making character
with Ladv May, and placing you under an obligation — the
scoundrel ! "

Looks and language of hatred are not very pretty at any time,
but in the atmosphere of death they acquire a character of
horror. Some momentary disturbance of this kind Richard
may have seen in his sisters pale face, lor he said, —

" Don't mind what I say about that fellow, for I have no
patience with myself for having ever known him.'

" I am so glad, Dick, you have dropped that acquaintance !*
said the young lady.

" You have come at last to think as I do," said Richard,

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"It is not so much thinking as something different; the
uncertainty about him — the appalling stories you have heard —
and, oh ! Richard, I had such a dream last night ! I dreamt
that Mr. Longcluse murdered you. You smile, but I could not
have imagined anything that was not real, so vivid, and it was
in this room, and — I don't know how, for I forget the beginning
of it — the candles went out, and you were standing near the
door talking to me, and bright moonlight was at the window,
and showed you quite distinctly, and the open door ; and Mr.
Longcluse came from behind it with a pistol, and I tried to
scream, but I couldn't. But you turned about and stabbed at
him with a knife or something ; it shone in the moonlight, and
instantly there was aline of blood across his face ; he fired, and
I saw you fall back on the floor ; I knew you were dead, and I
awoke in terror. I thought I still saw his wicked face in the
dark, quite white as it was in my dream. I screamed, and
thought I was going mad."

" It is only, darling, that all that has happened has made you
nervous, and no wonder. Don't mind your dreams. Long-
cluse and I will never exchange a word more. We have turned
our backs on one another, and our paths lie in very different
directions."

This was a melancholy and grizzly evening at Mortlake Hall.
The undertakers were making some final and mysterious
arrangements about the coffin, and stole in and out of the dead
baronet's room, of which they had taken possession.

Martha Tansey was alone in her room. It was a lurid sun-
set. Immense masses of black cloud were piled in the west,
and from a long opening in that sombre screen, near the
horizon, the expiring light glared like the red fire at night,
through the clink of a smithy. Mrs. Tansey, dressed in deep-
est mourning, awaited the hour when she was to accompany the
funeral of her old master.

Without succumbing to the threat of Messrs. Childers and
Ballard, David Arden and his nephew would have been glad to
evade the risk of the fracas, which would no doubt have been a
dismal scandal. Martha Tansey herself was not quite sure at
what hour the funeral was to leave Mortlake. Opposite the
window from which she looked, stand groups of gigantic elms
that darken that side of the house, and underwood forms a thick
screen among their trunks. Upon the edges of this foliage
glinted that fierce farewell gleam, and among the glimmering
leaves behind she thought she saw the sinister face of Mr. Long-
cluse looking toward her. Her fear and horror of Longcluse
had increased, and if the very remembrance of him visited her
with a sudden qualm, you may be sure that the sight of him, on
this melancholy evening, was a shock. Alice's wild dream,

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ivhich she had recounted to her, did not serve to dissociate him
Irom the vague misgivings that his image called up. She stared
aghast at the apparition — itself uncertain — while in the deep
shadow, with a foreground of fiercely flashing leaves, had on a
sudden looked at her, and before she could utter an exclamation
it was gone.

" I think it is my old eyes that plays me tricks, and my
weary head that's "wildered wi' all this dowly jummlement !
What sud bring him there ? It was never him I sid, only a fancy,
and it's past and gone ; and so, in the name of God, be it now,
And ever, amen ! For an evil sight it is, and bodes us no good.
iVho's there ? "

" It's me, Mrs. Tansey," said Crozier, who had just come in.
" Master Richard desired me to tell you it is to be at ten o'clock
to-night. He and Mr. David thinks that best, and you're to
please not to mention it to no one."

"Ten o'clock! That's very late, ain't it? No, surely, I'll
not blab to no one ; let him tell them when he sees fit. Martha
Tansey*s na that sort ; she has had mony a secret to keep, and
always the confidence o' the family, and 'twould be queer if she
did not know to ho'd her tongue by this time. Sit ye down,
Mr. Crozier — ye're wore offyer feet, man, like myself, ever since
this happened— and rest a bit ; the kettle's boilin', and ye'll tak'
a cup o5 tea. It's hours yet to ten o'clock."

So Mr. Crozier, who was in truth a tired man, complied, and
took his seat by the fire, and talked over Sir Reginald's money
matters, his fits, and his death ; and, finally, he fell asleep in his
chair, having taken three cups of tea.

The twilight had melted into darkness by this time, and the
clear, cold moonlight was frosting all the landscape, and falling
white and bright on the carriage-way outside, and casting on
the floor the sharp shadows of the window-sashes, and giving
the brilliant representations of the windows and the very vein-
ing of the panes of glass upon the white boards.

As Martha sat by the table, with her eyes fixed, in a reverie,
on one of these reflections upon the floor, the shadow of a man
was suddenly presented upon it, and raising her eyes she saw a
figure, black against the moonlight, beckoning gently to her to
approach.

Martha Tansey was an old lass of the Northumbrian counties,
and had in her veins the fiery blood of the Border. The man
wore a great-coat, and she could not discern his features ; but
he was tall and slight, and she was sure he was Mr. Longcluse.
But "what dar" Longcluse say or do that she need fear?"
And was not Crozier dozing there in the chair, "ready at
call?"

Up she got, and stalked boldly to the window, and, drawing

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near, she plainly saw, as the stranger drew himself up from the
window-pane through which he had been looking, and the moon-
light glanced on his features, that the face was indeed that of
Mr. Longcluse. He looked very pale, and was smiling. He
nodded to her in a friendly way once or twice as she approached.
She stood stock-still about two yards away, and though she
knew him well, she deigned no sign of recognition, for she had
learned vaguely something of the feud that had sprung up
between him and the young head of the family, and no
daughter of the marches was ever a fiercer partisan than lean
old Martha. He tapped at the window, still smiling, and
beckoned her nearer. She did come a step nearer, and asked
sternly —

" What's your will wi' me ? "

" I'm Mr. Longcluse,'' he said, in a low tone, but with sharp
and measured articulation. " I have something important to
say. Open the window a little ; I must not raise my voice, and
I have this to give you." He held a note by the corner, and
tapped it on the glass.

Martha Tansey thought for a moment. It could not be a law-
writ he had to serve ; a rich man like him would never do that.
Why should she not take his note, and hear what he had to say ?
She removed the bolt from the sash, and raised the window.
There was not a breath stirring..,

CHAPTER LIV,

AMONG THE TREES.

|HEN the old woman had raised the window, "Thanks,*
said Mr. Longcluse, almost in a whisper. " There
are people, Lady May Penrose told me this morning,
threatening to interrupt the funeral to-night. Of
course you know — you must know."

" I have heard o' some such matter, but 'tis nout to no one
here. We don't care a snap for them, and if they try any sich
lids, by my sang, we'll fit them. And I think, Sir, if ye've any
thing o' consequence to tell to the family, ye'll not mind my
saying 'twould be better ye sud go, like ither folk, to the hall-
door, and leave your message there."

" Your reproof would be better deserved, Mrs. Tansey," he
answers good-humouredly, " if there had not been a difficulty.
Mr. Richard Arden is not on pleasant terms with me, and my
business will not afford to wait. I understand that Miss Arder-
has suffered much anxiety. It is entirely on her account that I
have interested myself so much in it ; and I don't see, Mrs.
Tansey, why you and I shoul 1 not be better friends," he adds,
extending his long slender hand gently towards her.

She does not take it, but makes a stiff little curtsey instead,
and draws back about six inches.

Perhaps Mr. Longcluse had meditated making her a present,
but her severe looks daunted him, and he thought that he might
as well be a little better acquainted before he made that venture.
He went on —

" You have spoken very wisely, Mrs. Tansey ; I am sure if
these people do as they threaten, it will be contrary to law,
and so, as you say, you may snap your fingers at them at last.
But in the meantime they may enter the house and seize the
coffin, or possibly cause some disgraceful interruption on the

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way. Lady May tells me that Miss Alice has suffered a great
deal in consequence. Will you tell her to set her mind at
ease ? Pray assure her that I have seen the people, that I
have threatened them into submission, that I am confident
no such attempt will be made, and that should the slightest
annoyance be attempted, Crozier has only to present the
notice enclosed in this to the person offering it, and it will
instantly be discontinued. I have done all this entirely on her
account, and pray lose no time in quieting her alarms. I am
sure, Mrs. Tansey, you and I shall be better friends some
day."

Mrs. Tansey curtseyed again.
" Pray take this note."
She took it.

" Give it to Crozier ; and pray tell Miss Alice Arden, im-
mediately, that she need have no fears. Good-night."

And pale Mr. Longcluse, with his smile and his dismally dark
gaze, and the strange suggestion of something undefined in
look or tone, or air, that gradually overcome her more and
more till she almost felt faint, as he smiled and murmured
at the open window, in the moonlight, was gone. Then she
stood with the note in her thin fingers, without moving, and
called to Crozier with a shrill and earnest summons as one
who has just had a frightful dream will call up a sleeper in the
same room.

Mr. Longcluse walks boldly and listlessly through this for-
bidden ground. He does not care who may meet him.
Near the house, indeed, he would not like an encounter with
Sir Richard Arden, because he knows that his being in-
volved in a quarrel at such a moment, so near, especially
with her brother, would not subserve his interests with Alice
Arden.

For hours he strode or loitered alone through the solitary
woodlands. The moonlight was beautiful ; the old trees stand
mournful and black against the luminous sky ; there is for him
a fascination in the solitude, as his noiseless steps lead him
alternately into the black shadow cast on the sward by the
towering foliage, and into the clear moonlight, on dewy grass
that shows grey in that cold brightness. He was in the excite-
ment of hope and suspense. Things had looked very black, but
a door had opened and light came out. Was it a dream ?

He leans with folded arms against the trunk of one of the
trees that stand there, and from the slight elevation of the ground
he can see the avenue under the boughs of the trees that flank
it, and the chimneys of Mortlake Hall through the summits of
the opening clumps. How melancholy and still the whole scene
looks under that light !

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" When I succeed to all this, who will be mistress of it ? " he
says, with his strange smile, looking toward the summits of the
chimneys, that indicate the site of the Hall. " No one knows
who I am ; who can tell my history ? What about that opera-
girl ? What about my money ? — money is alway exaggerated
How many humbugs ! how many collapses ! stealing into society
by evasions, on false pretences, in disguise ! The man in the
mask, ha ! ha ! Really perhaps two masks ; not a bad fluke,
that. The villain ! You would not take a thousand pounds and
know me — that is speaking boldly. A thousand pounds is still
something in your book. You would not take it. The time will
come, perhaps, when you'd give a thousand — ten thousand, if
you had them — that 1 were your friend. Slanderous villain !
To think of his talking so of me ! The man in the mask trying
to excite suspicion. My two masks are broken, and I all the
better. By — ! you shall meet me yet without a mask. Alice !
will you be my idol ? There is no neutrality with one like me in
such a case. If I don't worship, I must break the image. What
a speck we stand on between the illimitable — the eternal past
and the eternal future — always looking for a present that shall
be something tangible ; always finding it a mathematical point,
cujus nulla est pars — the mere stand-point of a retrospect
and a conjecture. Ha ! There are the wheels : there goes the
funeral!"

He holds his breath, and watches. How interesting is every-
thing connected with Alice ? Slowly it passes along. Through
one opening made by the havoc of a storm in the line of trees
that form the avenue, he sees it plainly enough. A very scanty
procession — the plumed hearse and three carriages, and a few
persons walking beside. It passes. The great iron gate
shrieks its long and dolorous note as it opened, and Longcluse
heard it clang after the last carriage had passed, and with this
farewell the old gate sent forth the dead master of Mortlake.

" Farewell to Mortlake," murmured Longcluse, as he heard
these sounds, with a shrug and his peculiar smile ; " farewell,
the lights, the claret-jug, the whist, and all the rest. You ' fear
neither justices nor bailiffs,' as the song says, any longer. Very
easy about your interest and your premiums ; very careless who
arrests you in your leaden vesture ; and having paid, if nothing
else, at least your beloved son's post obit. Courage, Sir
Reginald ! your earthly troubles are over. Here am I, erect as
this tree, and as like to live my term out, with all that money,
*>nd no will made, and yet as tired as ever you were, and very
willing, if the transaction were feasible, to die, and be bothered
no more, instead of you."

He sighs, and looks toward the house, and sighs again.

" Does she relent ? Was it not she who told Lady May to

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ask this service of me? If I could only be sure of that, I
should stand here, this moment, the proudest man in England.
I think I know myself — a very simple character ; just two
principles — love and malice ; for the rest, unscrupulous. Mere
cruelty gives me no pleasure : well for some people it don't.
Revenge does make me happy : well for some people if it didn't.
Except for those I love or those I hate, I live for none. The
rest live for me. I owe them no more than I do this rotten
stick. Let them rot and fatten my land ; let them burn and
bake my bread."

With these words he kicked the fragments of a decayed
branch that lay at his foot, and glided over the short grass, like
a ghost, toward the gate.

CHAPTER LV.

MR. LONGCLUSE SEES A FRIEND.

|IR REGINALD ARDEN, then, is actually dead and
buried, and is quite done with the pomps and vanities,
the business and the miseries of life — dead as King-
Duncan, and cannot come out of his grave to trouble
any one with protest or interference ; and his son, Sir Richard,
is in possession of the title, and seized of the acres, and uses
them, without caring to trouble himself with conjectures as to
what his father would have liked or abhorred.

A week has passed since the funeral. Lady May has spent
two days at Mortlake, and then gone down to Brighton. Alice
does not leave Mortlake ; her spirits do not rise. Kind Lady
May has done her best to persuade her to come down with her
to Brighton, but the perversity or the indolence of grief has
prevailed, and Alice has grown more melancholy and self-up-
braiuing about her quarrel with her father, and will not be
persuaded to leave Mortlake, the very worst place she could
have chosen, as Lady May protests, for a residence during her
mourning. Perhaps in a little while she may feel equal to the
effort, but now she can't. She has quite lost her energy, and
the idea of a place like Brighton, or even the chance of meeting
people, is odious to her.

" So, my dear, do what I may, there she will remain, in that
triste place," says Lady May Penrose ; " and her brother, Sir
Richard, has so much business just now on his hands, that he
is often away two or three days at a time, and then she stays
moping there quite alone ; and only that she likes gardening
and flowers, and that kind of thing, I really think she would go
melancholy mad. But you know that kind of folly can't go on
always, and I am determined to take her away in a month or
so. People at first are so morbid, and make recluses of them'
selves."

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Lady May stayed away at Brighton for about a week. On
1,-er return, Mr. Longcluse called to see her.

" It was so kind of you, Mr. Longcluse, to take all the trouble
^ou did about that terrible business ! and it was perfectly
successful. There was not the slightest unpleasantness."

" Yes, I knew I had made anything of that kind all but
impossible, but you are not to thank me. It made me only too
happy to have an opportunity of being of any use— of relieving
any anxiety."

Longcluse sighed.

" You have placed me, I know, under a great obligation, and
if every one felt it as I do, you would have been thanked as you
deserved before now.''
A little silence followed.

" How is Miss Arden ? " asked he in a low tone, and hardly
raising his eyes.

" Pretty well," she answered, a little dryly. " She's not very
wise, I think, in planning to shut herself up so entirely in that
melancholy place, Mortlake. You have seen it ? "
" Yes, more than once," he answered.

Lady May appeared more embarrassed as Mr. Longcluse
grew less so. They became silent again. Mr. Longcluse was
the first to speak, which he did a little hesitatingly.

" I was going to say that I hoped Miss Arden was not vexed
at my having ventured to interfere as I din."

" Oh ! about that, of course there ought to be, as I said, but
one opinion ; but you know she is not herself just now, and I
shall have, perhaps, something to tell by-and-by ; and, to say
truth — you won't be vexed, but I'm sorry I undertook to speak
to her, ior on that point I really don't quite understand her ;
and I am a little vexed — and— I'll talk to you more another
time. I'm obliged to keep an appointment just now, and the
carriage," she added, glancing at the pendule on the bracket
close by, " will be at the door in two or three minutes ; so I
must do a very ungracious thing, and say good-bye ; and you
must come again very soon — come to luncheon to-morrow —
you must, really ; I won't let you off, I assure you ; there are
two or three people coming to see me, whom I think you would
like to meet."

And, looking very good-natured, and a little flushed, and '
rather avoiding Mr. Longcluse's dark eyes, she departed.

He had been thinking of paying Miss Maubray a visit, but
he had not avowed, even to himself, how high his hopes had
mounted ; and here was, in Lady May's ominous manner and
determined evasion, matter to disturb and even shock him.
Instead, therefore, of pursuing the route he had originally
designed, he strolled into the park, and under the shade of

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green boughs he walked, amid the twitter of birds and the
prattle of children and nursery-maids, with despair at his heart,
and a brain in chaos.

As he sauntered, with downcast looks, under the trees, he
came upon a humble Hebrew friend, Mr. Goldshed, a magnate
in his own circle, but dwarfed into nothing beside the paragon
of Mammon who walked on the grass, so unpretentiously, and
with a face as anxious as that of the greengrocer who had just
been supplicating the Jew for a renewal of his twenty-five pound
bill.

Mr. Goldshed came to a full stop a little way in advance of
Mr. Longcluse, anxious to attract his attention. Mr. Longcluse
did see him, as he sauntered on ; and the fat old Jew, with the
seedy velvet waistcoat, crossed with gold chains, and with an
old-fashioned gold eye-glass dangling at his breast, first smiled
engagingly, then looked reverential and solemn, and then smiled
again with his great moist lips, and raised his hat. Longcluse
gave him a sharp, short nod, and intended to pass him.
" Will you shpare me one word, Mr. Lonclushe ? "
" Not to-day, Sir."

" But I've been to your chambers, Sir, and to your houshe,
Mr. Lonclushe."

" You've wasted time — waste no more."
" I do assure you, Shir, it'sh very urgent."
" I don't care."

" It'sh about that East Indian thing," and he lowered hi
voice as he concluded the sentence.
" I don't care a pin, Sir."
The amiable Mr. Goldshed hesitated ; Mr. Longcluse passed
him as if he had been a post. He turned, however, and walked
a few steps by Mr. Longcluse's side.

"And everything elshe is going sho veil ; and it would look
fishy, don't you think, to let thish thing go that way ? "

" Let them go — and go you with them. I wish the earth
would swallow you all — scrip, bonds, children, and beldames."
And if a stamp could have made the earth open at his bidding,
it would have yawned wide enough at that instant "If you
follow me another step, by Heaven, I'll make it unpleasant to
you."

Mr. Longcluse looked so angry, that the Jew made him a
unctuous bow, and remained fixed for a while to the eart
gazing after his patron with his hands in his pockets ; and, wit
a gloomy countenance, he took forth a big cigar from his casi
lighted a vesuvian, and began to smoke, still looking after Mr,
Longcluse.

That gentleman sauntered on, striking his stick now and the
to the ground, or waving it over the grass in as many od

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flourishes as a magician in a pantomime traces with his
wand.

If men are prone to teaze themselves with imaginations, they
are equally disposed to comfort themselves with ihe same
shadowy influences.

" I'm so nervous about this thing, and so anxious, that I
exaggerate everything that seems to tell against me. How did
I ever come to love her so ? And yet, would I kill that love if I
could ? Should I not kill myself first ? I'll go and see Miss
Maubray — I may hear something from her. Lady May was
embarrassed : what then ? Were I a simple observer of such
a scene in the case of another, I should say there was nothing
in it more than this — that she had quite forgotten all about her
promise. She never mentioned my name, and when the moment
came, and I had come to ask for an account, she did not know
what to say. It was well done, to see old Mrs. Tansey as I
did. Lady May is so good-natured, and would feel her little
neglect so much, and she will be sure to make it up. Fifty
things may have prevented her. Yes, I'll go and hear what
Miss Maubray has to say, and I'll lunch with Lady May to-
morrow. I suspect that her visit to-day was to Mortlake."

With these reflections, Mr. Longcluse's pace became brisker,
and his countenance brightened.

CHAPTER LVI.

A HOPE EXPIRES.

|R. LONGCLUSE knocked at Mr. David Arden's
door. Yes, Miss Maubray was at home. He
mounted the stairs, and was duly announced at
the drawing-room door, and saw the brilliant
young lady, who received him very graciously. She was
alone.

Mr. Longcluse began by saying that the weather was cooler,
and the sun much less intolerable.

" I wish we could say as much for the people, though, indeed,
they are cool enough. There are some people called Tram-
ways : he's a baronet — a very new one. Do you know anything
of them ? Are they people one can know ?"

" I only know that Lady Tramway chaperoned a very
charming young lady, whom everybody is very glad to know, to
Lady May's garden-party the other day, at Richmond."

" Yes, very true ; I'm that young lady, and that is the very
reason I want to know. My uncle placed me in their
hands."

" Oh, he knows everybody."

" Yes, and every one, which is quite another thing ; and the
woman has never given me an hour's quiet since. She presents
me with bouquets, and fruit, and every imaginable thing I don't
want, herself included, at least once a day ; and I assure you I
live in hourly terror of her getting into the drawing-room. You
don't know anything about them ?"

" I only know that her husband made a great deal of money
by a contract."

"That sounds very badly, and she is such a vulgar
woman ? "

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*' I know no more of them ; but Lady May had her to Raleigh
Hall, and surely she can satisfy your scruples/'

' IS o , it was my guardian who asked for their card, so that
goes for nothing. It is really too bad."

" My neart bleeds for you."

" By-the-bye, talking of Lady May, I had a visit from her not
a quarter-of-an-hour ago. What a fuss our friends at Mortlake
do make about the death of that disagreeable old man ! — Alice,
I mean. Richard Arden bears it wonderfully. When did you
see either ? " she asked, innocently.

" You forget he has not been dead three weeks, and Alice
Arden is not likely to see any one but very intimate friends for
a long time ; and — and 1 daresay you have heard that Sir
Richard Arden and I are not on very pleasant terms."

'" Oh ! Pity such difference should be .' "

"Thanks, and Tweedledum and Tweedledee are not likely
to make it up. I'm afraid people aren't always reasonable,
you know, and expect, often, things that are not quite
fair."

"He ought to marry some one with money,- and give up
play."

"What ! give up play, and commence husband? I'm afraid
he'd think that a rather dull life."

"Well, I'm sure I'm no judge of that, although I give an
opinion. Whatever he may be, you have a very staunch friend
in Lady May."

" I'm glad of that ; she's always so kind." And he looked
rather oddly at the youug lady.

Perhaps she seemed conscious of a knowledge more than she
had yet divulged.

This young lady was, I need not tell you, a little coarse. She
had, when she liked, the frankness that can come pretty boldly
to the point ; but I think she could be sly enough when she
pleased ; and was she just a little mischievous ?

" Lady May has been talking to me a great deal about Alice
Arden. She has been to see her very often since that poor old
man died, and she says — she says, Mr. Longcluse — will you be
upon honour not to repeat this ?"

" Certainly, upon my honour."

"Well, she says "

Miss Maubray gets up quickly, and settles some flowers over
the chimney-piece.

" She says that there is a coolness in that quarter also."

" I don't quite see," says Mr. Longcluse.

"Well, I must tell you she has taken me into council, and told
me a great deal ; and she spoke to Alice, and wrote to her. Did
she say she would show you the answer ? I have got it ; she

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left it with me, and asked me — she's so good-natured— to use
my influence — she said my influence ! She ought to know I've
no influence."

Longcluse felt very oddly indeed during this speech ; he had
still presence of mind not to add anything to the knowledge the
young lady might actually possess.

" You have not said a great deal, you know ; but Lady May
certainly did promise to show me an answer which she expected
to a note she wrote about three weeks ago, or less, to Miss
Arden."

•' I really don't know of what use I can be in the matter. 1 1
have no excuse for speaking to Alice on the subject of her note
— none in the world. I think I may as well let you see it ;
but you will promise — you have promised — not to tell any
one ? "

" I have — I do — I promise. Lady May herself said she would
show me that letter."

" Well, I can't, I suppose, be very wrong. It is only a note :
it does not say much, but quite enough, I'm afraid, to make it
useless, and almost impertinent, for me, or any one else, to say
a word more on the subject to Alice Arden."

All this time she is opening a very pretty marqueterie writing-
desk, on spiral legs, which Longcluse has been listlessly admir-
ing, little thinking what it contains. She now produced a little
note, which, disengaging from its envelope, she places in the
hand that Mr. Longcluse extended to receive it.

" I do so hope," she said, as she gave it to him, " that I am
doing what Lady May would wish. I think she shrank a little
from showing it to you herself, but I am certain she wished yot
to. know what is in it."

He opened it quickly. It ran thus (" Merry," I must remarl
was a pet name, originating, perhaps, in Shakespeare's song th«
speaks of " the merry month of May ") : —

" DEAREST MERRY,

"I hope you will come to see me to-morrow. I cannc
yet bear the idea of going into town. I feel as if I never should, and
think I grow more and more miserable every day. You are one of the
very few friends whom I can see. You can't think what a pleasur
a call from you is — if, indeed, in my miserable state, I can call anything
a pleasure. I have read your letter about Mr. Longcluse, and parts i
it a little puzzle me. I can't say that I have anything to forgive, and
am sure he has acted just as kindly as you say. But our acquaintance
has ended, and nothing shall ever induce me to renew it. I can
you fifty reasons, when I see you, for my not choosing to know him.
Darling Merry, I have quite made up my mind upon this point.
dorit know Mr. Longcluse, and I wont know Mr. Lor»cluse ; and II

A Hope Expires. 269

tell vou all my reasons, if you wish to hear them, when we meet. Some
of them, which seem to me more than sufficient, you do know. The
only condition I make is that you don't discuss them with me. I have
grown so stupid that /really cannot. I only know that I am right, and
that nothing can change me. Come, darling, and see me very soon.
You have no idea how very wretched I am. But I do not complain :
it has drawn me, I hope, to higher and better thoughts. The world is
not what it was to me, and I pray it never may be. Come and see •
me soon, darling; you cannot think how I long to see you. — Your
affectionate,

"ALICE ARDEN."

"What mountains of molehills !" said Mr. Longcluse, very
gently, smiling with a little shrug, as he placed the letter again
in Miss Maubray's hand.

" Making such a fuss about that poor old man's death ! It
certainly does look a little like a pretty affectation. Isn't that
what you mean ? He was so insitpportable ! "

"No, I know nothing about that. I mean such a ridiculous
fuss about nothing. Why, people cease to be acquainted every
day for much less reason. Sir Reginald chose to talk over
his money matters with me, and I think he expected me to do
things which no stranger could be reasonably invited to do.
And I suppose, now that he is gone, Miss Arden resents my
insensibility to his hints ; and I daresay Sir Richard, who, I
may say, on precisely similar grounds, chooses to quarrel with
me, does not spare invective, and has, of course, a friendly
listener in his sister. But how absurdly provoking that Lady
May should have made such a diplomacy, and given herself
so much trouble ! And — I'm afraid I appear so foolish — I
merely assented to Lady May's kind proposal to mediate,
and I could not, of course, appear to think it a less important
mission than she did ; and — where are you going — Scotland ?
Italy ? "

" My guardian, Mr. Arden, has not yet settled anything," she
answered ; and upon this, Mr. Longcluse begins to recommend,
and with much animation to describe, several Continental routes,
and then he tells her all his gossip, and takes his leave, appa-
rently in very happy spirits.

I doubt very much whether the face can ever be taught to lie
as impudently as the tongue. Its muscles, of course, can be
trained ; but the young lady thought that Mr. Longcluse's pallor,
as he smiled and returned the note, was more intense, and his
dark eyes strangely fierce.

" He was more vexed than he cared to say," thought the
young lady. " Lady May has not told me the whole story yet.
There has been a great deal of fibbing, but I shall know it all."

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270 Checkmate.

Mr. Longcluse had to dine out. He drove home to dress.
On arriving, he first sat down and wrote a note to Lady
May.

" DEAR LADY MAY,

"I am so grateful. Miss Maubray told me to-day all the
trouble you have been taking for me. Pray think no more of that little
rexation. I never took so serious a view of so commonplace an un-
pleasantness, as to dream of tasking your kindness so severely. I am
quite ashamed of having given you so much trouble. — Yours, dear Lady
May, sincerely,

"WALTER LONGCLUSE."
"P.S. — I don't forget your kind invitation to lunch to-morrow."

Longcluse dispatched this note, and then wrote a few words
of apology to the giver of the City dinner, to which he had in-
tended to go. He could not go. He was very much agitated :
he knew that he could not endure the long constraint of that
banquet. He was unfit, for the present, to bear the company
of any one. Gloomy and melancholy was the pale face of
this man, as if he were going to the funeral of his beloved,
when he stepped from his door in the dark. Was he going
to walk out to Mortlake, and shoot himself on the
steps ?

As Mr. Longcluse walked into town, he caught a passing sight
of a handsome young face that jarred upon him. It was that of
Richard Arden, who was walking, also alone, not under any
wild impulse, but to keep an appointment. This handsome face
appeared for a moment gliding by, and was lost. Melancholy
and thoughtful he looked, and quite unconscious of the near
vicinity of his pale adversary. We shall follow him to his place
of rendezvous.

He walked quickly by Pall Mall, and down Parliament
Street, into the ancient quarter of Westminster, turned into
a street near the Abbey, and from it into another that ran
toward the river. Here were tall and dingy mansions, some
of which were let out as chambers. In one of these, in a
room over the front drawing-room, Mr. Levi received his West-
end clients ; and here, by appointment, he awaited Sir Richard
Arden.

The young baronet, a little paler, and with the tired look of a
man who was made acquainted with care, enters this room, hot
with the dry atmosphere of gas-light. With his back towards
the door, and his feet on the fender, smoking, sits Mr. Levi.
Sir Richard does not remove his hat, and he stands by the
table, which he slaps once or twice sharply with his stick,

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271

Mr. Levi turns about, looking, in his own phrase, unusually
'down in the mouth," and his big black eyes are glowing
angrily.

" Ho ! Shir Richard Harden," he says, rising, " I did not
think we was sho near the time. Izh it a bit too soon ?"

"A little later than the time I named."

' Crikey ! sho it izh."

CHAPTER LVII.

LEVI'S APOLOGUE.

HE room had once been a stately one. Three tall
windows looked toward the street. Its cornices and
door-cases were ponderous, and its furniture was
heterogeneous, and presented the contrasts that might
be expected in a broker's store. A second-hand Turkey carpet,
in a very dusty state, covered part of the floor ; and a dirty can-
vas sack lay by the door for people coming in to rub their feet
on. The table was a round one, that turned on a pivot ; it was
oak, massive and carved, with drawers ; there were two huge
gilt arm-chairs covered with Utrecht velvet, a battered office-
stool, and two or three bed-room chairs that did not match.
There were two great iron safes on tressels. On the top of one
was some valuable old china, and on the other an electrifying
machine ; a French harp with only half-a-dozen strings stood in
the corner near the fire-place, and several dusty pictures of
various sizes leaned with their faces against the wall. A jet of
gas burned right over the table, and had blackened the ceiling
by long use, and a dip candle, from which Mr. Levi lighted his
cigars, burned in a brass candlestick on the hob of the empty
grate. Over everything lay a dark grey drift of dust. And the
two figures, the elegant young man in deep mourning, and the
fierce vulgar little Jew, shimmering all over with chains, rings,
pins, and trinkets, stood in a narrow circle of light, in strong
relief against the dim walls of the large room.

" So you will want that bit o' money in hand ? " said Mr.
Levi.

" I told you so."

" Don't you think they'll ever get tired helpin' you, if you keep
pulling alwaysh the wrong way ?"

" You said, this morning, I might reckon upon the help of

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that friend to any extent within reason," said Sir Richard, a
little sourly.

" Ye're goin' fashter than yer friendsh li-likesh ; ye're goin'
al-ash — ye're goin' a terrible lick, you are ! " said Mr. Levi,
solemnly.

His usually pale face was a little flushed ; he was speaking
rather thickly, and there came at intervals a small hiccough,
which indicated that he had been making merry.

"That's my own affair, I fancy," replied Sir Richard, as
haughtily as prudence would permit. "You are simply an
agent."

" Wish shome muff would take it off my hands ; 'shan
agenshy tha'll bring whoever takesh it more tr-tr-ouble than tin.
By my shoul I'll not keepsh long ! I'm blowsh if I'll be fool any
longer ! "

" I'm to suppose, then, that you have made up your mind to
act no longer for my friend, whoever that friend may be ? " said
Sir Richard, who boded no good to himself from that step.
Mr. Levi nodded surlily.
" Have you drawn those bills ? "

Mr. Levi gave the table a spin, unlocked a drawer, and
threw two bills across to Sir Richard, who glancing at them
said, —

" The date is ridiculously short ! "

" How can I 'elp 't ? and the interesht shlesh than nothin' :
sh-shunder the bank termsh f-or the besht paper going — I'm
blesht if it ain't — it ain't f-fair interesh — the timesh short
becaushe the partiesh, theysh — they shay they're 'ard hup, Shir,
'eavy sharge to pay hoff, and a big purchashe in Austriansh ! "
"My uncle, David Arden, I happen to know, is buying
Austrian stock this week ; and Lady May Penrose is to pay off
a charge on her property next month."
The Jew smiled mysteriously.

M You may as well be frank with me," added Sir Richard
, pleased at having detected the coincidence, which was
strengthened by his having, the day before, surprised his uncle
in conference with Lady May.

" If you don't like the time, why don't you try shomwhere
else ? why don't you try Lonclushe ? There'sh a shwell ! Two
millionsh, if he's worth a pig ! A year, or a month, 'twouldn't
matter a tizhy to him, and you and him'sh ash thick ash two
pickpockets ! "

" You're mistaken ; I don't choose to have any transactions
with Mr. Longcluse."
There was a little pause.

" By-the-bye, I saw in some morning paper — I forget which
— a day or two ago, a letter attacking Mr. Longcluse for an

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alleged share in the bank-breaking combination ; and there waf
a short reply from him."

" I know, in the Timesh? interposed Levi.

"Yes," said Arden, who, in spite of himself, was always
drawn into talk with this fellow more than he intended ; such
was the force of the ambiguously confidential relations in which
he found himself. "What is thought of that in the City?"

" There'sh lotsh of opinionsh about it ; not a shafe chap to
quar'l with. If you rub Lonclushe this year, he'll tear you for
itsh the next. He'sh a bish — a bish — a bit — bit of a bully, is
Lonclushe, and don't alwaysh treat 'ish people fair. If you've
quar'led with him, look oush — I shay, look oush ! "

"Give me the cheque," said Sir Richard, extending his fingers.

" Pleashe, Shir Richard, accept them billsh," replied Levi,
pushing an ink-stand toward him, "and I'll get our cheque
for you."

So Mr. Levi took the dip candle and opened one of the safes,
displaying for a moment cases of old-fashioned jewellery, and a
number of watches. I daresay Mr. Levi and his partner made
advances on deposits.

" Why don't you cut them confounded rasesh, Shir Richard ?
I'm bleshed if I didn't lose five pounds on the Derby myself!
There'sh lotsh of field sportsh," he continued, approaching the
table with his cheque-book. " Didn't you never shee a ferret
kill a rabbit ? It'sh a beautiful thing ; it takesh it shomeway
down the back, and bit by bit it mendsh itsh grip, moving up
in-wards the head. It is really beautiful, and not a shound
from either, only you'll see the rabbitsh big eyes lookin' sho
wonderful ! and the ferret hangsh on, swinging this way and
that like a shna-ake — 'tish wery pretty ! — till he worksh hish
grip up to where the backbone joinish in with the brain ; and then
in with itsh teeth, through the shkull ! and the rabbit givesh a
screetch like a child in a fit. Ha, ha, ha ! I'm blesht if it ain't
done ash clever ash a doctor could do it. 'Twould make you
laugh. That will do."

And he took the bills from Sir Richard, and handed him two
cheques, and as he placed the bills in the safe, and locked them
up, he continued, —

" It ish uncommon pretty ! I'd rayther shee it than a terrier
on fifty rats. The rabbit's sho shimple — there'sh the fun of it
— and looksh sho foolish ; and every rabbit had besht look
sharp," he continued, turning about as he put the keys in his
pocket, and looking with his burning black eyes full on Sir
Richard, " and not let a ferret get a grip anywhere ; for if he
getsh a good purchase, he'll never let go till he hash his teeth in
his brain, and then he'sh off with a shqueak, and there's an
end of him."

Lev?s Apologue, 275

" I can get notes for one of these cheques to-night ? " said
Sir Richard.

" The shmall one, yesh, eashy," answered Mr. Levi. " I'm a
bachelor," he added jollily, in something like a soliloquy, " and
whenever I marry I'll be the better of it ; and I'm no muff, and
no cove can shay that I ever shplit on no one. And what do I
care for Lonclushe ? Not the snuff of this can'le ! " And he
snuffed the dip scornfully with his fingers, and flung the
sparkling wick over the bannister, as he stood at the door, to
light Sir Richard down the stairs.

CHAPTER LVIII.
THE BARON COMES TO TOWN.

|EEKS flew by. The season was in its last throes :
the session was within a day or two of its death.
Lady May drove out to Mortlake with a project in
her head.

Alice Arden was glad to see her.

" I've travelled all this way," she said, " to make you come
with me on Friday to the Abbey."

" On Friday ? Why Friday, dear ?" answered Alice.

" Because there is to be a grand oratorio of Handel's. It is
for the benefit of the clergy's sons' school, and it is one that has
not been performed in England for I forget how many years.
It is Saul. You have heard the Dead March in Saul, of
course ; everyone has ; but no one has ever heard the oratorio,
and come you must. There shall be no one but ourselves —
you and I, and your uncle and your brother to take care of us.
They have promised to come ; and Stentoroni is to take
Saul, and they have the finest voices in Europe ; and they say
•that Herr Von Waasen, the conductor, is the greatest musician
in the world. There have been eight performances in that
great room — oh ! what do you call it ? — while I was away ; and
now there is only to be this one, and I'm longing to hear it ; but
I won't go unless you come with me — and you need not dress.
It begins at three o'clock, and ends at six, and you can come
just as you are now ; and an oratorio is really exactly the same as
going to church, so you have no earthly excuse ; and I'll send
out my carriage at one for you ; and you'll see, it will do you
all the good in the world."

Alice had her difficulties, but Lady May's vigorous onset
overpowered them, and at length she consented.

The Baron Comes to Town. 277

"Does your uncle come out here to see you?" asks Lady
May.
*' Often ; he's very kind," she replies.

"And Grace Maubray?"

" Oh, yes ; I see her pretty often — that is, she has been here
twice, I think — quite often enough."

" Well, do you know, I never could admire Grace Maubray
as I have heard other people do," says Lady May. " There is
something harsh and bold, don't you think? — something a
little cruel. She is a girl that I don't think could ever be in
love."

" I don't know that," says Alice.

" Oh ! really ? " says Lady May, " and who is it ? "

" It is merely a suspicion," says Alice.

" Yes — but you think she likes some one — do, like a darli'ng,
tell me who it is," urges Lady May, a little uneasily.

"You must not tell anyone, because they would say it was
sisterly vanity, but I think she likes Dick."

"Sir Richard?" says Lady May, with as much indifference
as she could.

" Yes, I think she likes my brother."

Lady May smiles painfully.

" I always thought so," she says ; " and he admires her, of
course ? "

" No, I don't think he admires her at all I'm certain he
doesn't," said Alice.

"Well, certainly he always does speak of her as if she
belonged to Vivian Darnley," remarks Lady May, more
happily.

" So she does, and he to her, I hope," said Alice.

"Hope?" repeated Lady May, interrogatively.

" Yes — I think nothing could be more suitable."

" Perhaps so ; you know them better than I do."

"Yes, and I still think Uncle David intends them for one
another."

" I would have asked Mr. Longcluse," Lady May begins, after
a little interval, " to use his influence to get us good hearing-
places, but he is in such disgrace — is he still, or is there any
chance of his being forgiven ?"

" I told you, darling, I have really nothing to forgive — but I
have a kind of fear of Mr. Longcluse — a fear I can't account
for. It began, I think, with that affair that seemed to me like
a piece of insanity, and made me angry and bewildered ; and
then there was a dream, in which I saw such a horrible scene,
and fancied he had murdered Richard, and I could not get it
out of my head. I suppose I am in a nervous state — and there
were other things ; and, altogether, I think of him with a kind

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of horror — and I find that Martha Tansey has an unaccountable
dread of him exactly as I have ; and even Uncle David says
that he has a misgiving about him that he can't get rid of,
or explain."

" I can't think, however, that he is a ghost or even a
malefactor," said Lady May, "or anything worse than a very
agreeable, good-natured person. I never knew anything more
zealous than his good-nature on the occasion I told you of ; and
he has always approached you with so much devotion and
respect — he seemed to me so sensitive, and to watch your
very looks ; I really think that a frown from you would have
almost killed him."

Alice sighs, and looked wearily through the window, as if the
subject bored her ; and she said listlessly, —

*' Oh, yes, he was kind, and gentlemanlike, and sang nicely,
I grant you everything ; but — there is something ominous
about him, and I hate to hear him mentioned, and with my
consent I'll never meet him more.''

Connected with the musical venture which the ladies were
discussing, a remarkable person visited London. He had a
considerable stake in its success. He was a penurious German,
reputed wealthy, who ran over from Paris to complete arrange-
ments about ticket-takers and treasurer, so as to ensure a
system of check, such as would made it next to impossible for
the gentlemen his partners to rob him. This person was the
Baron Vanboerep

Mr. Blount had 01 intimation of this visit from Paris, and
Mr. David Arden ioited him to dine, of which invitation he took
absolutely no notice ; and then Mr. Arden called upon him in
his' lodging in St. Martin's Lane. There he saw him, this
man, possibly the keeper of the secret which he had for twenty
years of his life been seeking for. If he had a feudal ideal of
this baron, he was disappointed. He beheld a short, thick
man, with an enormous head and grizzled hair, coarse pug
features, very grimy skin, and a pair of fierce black eyes, that
never rested for a moment, and swept the room from corner
to corner with a rapid and unsettled glance that was full of
fierce energy.

" The Baron Vanboeren ?" inquires Uncle David courteously.

The baron, who is smoking, nods gruffly.

" My name is Arden — David Arden. I left my card two days
ago, and .having heard that your stay was but for a few days, I
ventured to send you a very hurried invitation."

The baron grunts and nods again.

" I wrote a note to beg the pleasure of a very short interview,
and you have been so good as to admit me."

The baron smokes on.

TJie Baron Canes to Town. 279

" I am told that you possibly are possessed of information
which I have long been seeking in vain."

Another nod.

" Monsieur Lebas, the unfortunate little Frenchman who was
murdered here in London, was, I believe in your employ-
ment?"

The baron here had a little fit of coughing.

Uncle David accepted this as an admission.

" He was acquainted with Mr. Longcluse?"

" Was he ? " says the baron, removing and replacing his pipe
quickly.

" Will you, Baron Vanboeren, be so good as to give me any
information you possess respecting Mr. Longcluse ? It is not, I
assure you, from mere curiosity I ask these questions, and I
hope you will excuse the trouble I give you."

The baron took his pipe from his mouth, and blew out a thin
stream of smoke.

" I have heard," said he, in short, harsh tones, " since I came
to London, nosing but good of Mr. Longcluse. I have ze
greadest respect for zat excellent gendleman. I will say nosing
bud zat — ze greadest respect."

" You knew him in Paris, I believe ? " urges Uncle David.

" Nosing but zat — ze greadest respect," repeats the baron. " I
sink him a very worzy gendleman."

" No doubt, but I venture to ask whether you were acquainted
with Mr. Longcluse in Paris ? "

" Zere are a gread many beoble in Paris. I have nosing to
say of Mr. Longcluse, nosing ad all, only he is a man of high
rebudation."

And on completing this sentence the baron replaced his pipe,
and delivered several rapid puffs.

" I took the liberty of enclosing a letter from a friend explain-
ing who I am, and that the questions I should entreat you to
answer are not prompted by any idle or impertinent curiosity ;
perhaps, then, you would be so good as to say whether you
know anything of a person named Yelland Mace, who visited
Paris some twenty years since ? "

" I am in London, Sir, ubon my business, and no one else's. I
I am sinking of myself, and not about Mace or Longcluse, and I
will not speak about eizer of zem. I am well baid for my dime.
1 will nod waste my dime on dalking — I will nod," he continues,
warming as he proceeds ; " nosing shall induce me do say one
word aboud zoze gendlemen. I dake my oas I'll not, mein Gott!
What do you mean by asking me aboud zem ?"

He looks positively ferocious as he delivers this expostulation.
"My request must be more unreasonable than it appeared to
me.''

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" Nosing can be more unreasonable ! "

" And I am to understand that you positively object to giving
me any information respecting the persons I have named ? "

The baron appeared extremely uneasy. He trotted to the door
on his short legs, and looked out. Returning, he shut the door
carefully. His grimy countenance, under the action of fear,
assumes an expression peculiarly forbidding ; and he said, with
angry volubility —

" Zis visit must end, Sir, zis moment. Donnerwesser ! I will
nod be combromised by you. But if you bromise as a Christian,
ubon your honour, never to mention what I say "

" Never, upon my honour."

" Nor to say you have talked with me here in London "

" Never."

" I will tell you that I have no objection to sbeak wis you,
privately in Paris, whenever you are zere — now, now ! zat is all.
I will not have one ozer word — you shall not stay one ozer
minude."

He opens the door and wags his head peremptorily, and points
with his pipe to the lobby.

" You'll not forget your promise, Baron, when I call ? for visit
you I will."

" I never forget nosing. Monsieur Arden, will you go or
nod?"

" Farewell, Sir," says his visitor, too much excited by the
promise opened to him, for the moment to apprehend what was
ridiculous in the scene or in the brutality of the baron.

CHAPTER LIX.

TWO OLD FRIENDS MEET AND PART.

|HEN he was gone the Baron Vanboeren sat down and
panted ; his pipe had gone out, and he clutched it in
his hand like a weapon and continued for some
minutes, in the good old phrase, very much disordered.

" That old fool," he mutters, in his native German, " won't
come near me again while I remain in London."

This assurance was, I suppose, consolatory, for the baron
repeated it several times ; and then bounced to his feet, and made
a few hurried preparations for an appearance in the streets. He
put on a short cloak which had served him for the last thirty
years, and a preposterous hat ; and with a thick stick in his
hand, and a cigar lighted, sallied forth, square and short, to
make Mr. Longcluse a visit by appointment.

By this time the lamps were lighted. There had been a
performance of Saul, a very brilliant success, although it pleased
the baron to grumble over it that day. He had not returned
from the great room where it had taken place more than an
hour, when David Arden had paid his brief visit. He was now
hastening to an interview which he thought much more
momentous. Few persons who looked at that vulgar seedy
figure, strutting through the mud, would have thought that the
thread-bare black cloak, over which a brown autumnal tint had
spread, and the monstrous battered felt hat, in which a a coster-
monger would scarcely have gone abroad, covered a man worth
a hundred and fifty thousand pounds.

Man is mysteriously so constructed that he cannot abandon
himself to selfishness, which is the very reverse of heavenly love,
without in the end contracting some some incurable insanity ; and
that insanity of the higher man constitutes, to a great extent, his
mental death. The Baron Vanboeren's insanity was avarice ;
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which haunt the unfortunate gentleman who must make both
ends meet on five-and-thirty pounds a year.

Though not sui profusus, he was alieni appetens in a very
high degree ; and his visit to Mr. Longcluse was not one of
mere affection.

Mr. Longcluse was at home in his study. The baron was
instantly shown in. Mr. Longcluse, smiling, with both hands
extended to grasp his, advances to meet him.

" My dear Baron, what an unexpected pleasure ! I could
scarcely believe my eyes when I read your note. So you have a
stake in this musical speculation, and though it is very late, and,
of course, everything at a disadvantage, I have to congratulate
you on an immense success."

The baron shrugs, shakes his head, and rolls his eyes dismally.
" Ah, my friend, ze exbenses are enormous."
"And the receipts still more so," says Longcluse cheerfully;
" you must be making, among you, a mint of money."

" Ah ! Monsieur Longcluse, id is nod what it should be ! zay
are all such sieves and robbers ! I will never escape under a loss
of a sousand bounds."

" You must be cheerful, my dear Baron. You shall dine with
me to-day. I'll take you with me to half a dozen places of
amusement worth seeing after dinner. To-morrow morning you
shall run down with me to Brighton — my yacht is there — and
when you have had enough of that, we shall run up again and
have a whitebait dinner at Greenwich ; and come into town
and see those fellows, Markham and the other, that poor little
Lebas saw play, the night he was murdered. You must see
them play the return match, so long postponed. Next day we

shall "

'• Bardon, Monsieur, bardon ! I am doo old. I have no
spirits."

" What, not enough to see a game of billiards between
Markham and Hood ! Why, Lebas was charmed so far as he
saw it, poor fellow, with their play."

" No, no, no, no, Monsieur ; a sousand sanks, no, bardon,
cannod," says the baron. " I do not like billiards, and youi
friends have not found it a lucky game."

" Well, if you don't care for billiards, we'll find something
else,'1 replies hospitable Mr. Longcluse.

" Nosing else, nosing else," answers the baron hastily,
hade all zese sings, ze seatres, ze bubbedshows, and all ze oze
amusements, I give you my oas. Did you read my liddl
node ? "

" I did indeed, and it amused me beyond measure," say
Longcluse joyously.

"Amuse !" repeats the baron, "how so?"

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"Because it is so diverting; one might almost fancy it was
meant to ask me for fifteen hundred pounds."

" 1 have lost, by zis sing, a vast deal more zan zat."

" And, my dear Baron, what on earth have I to do with
that?"

" I am an old friend, a good friend, a true friend," says the
baron, while his fierce little eyes sweep the walls, from corner to
corner, with quivering rapidity. " You would not like to see me
quide in a corner. You're the richest man in England, almost ;
what's one sousand five hundred to you ? I have not wridden to
you, or come to England, dill now. You have done nosing for
your old friend yet : what are you going to give him ? "

" Not as much as I gave Lebas," said Longcluse, eyeing him
askance, with a smile.

" I don't know what you mean."

" Not a napoleon, not a franc, not a sou."

" You are jesding ; sink, sink, sink, Monsieur, what a friend I
have been and am to you."

" So I do, my dear Baron, and consider how I show my
gratitude. Have I ever given a hint to the French police about
the identity of the clever gentleman who managed the little
tunnel through which a river of champagne flowed into Paris,
under the barrier, duty free ? Have I ever said a word about
the confiscated jewels of the Marchioness de la Sarnierre ?
Have I ever asked how the Comte de Loubourg's little boy is,
or directed an unfriendly eye upon the conscientious physician
who extricates ladies and gentlemen from the consequences of late
hours, nervous depression, and fifty other things that war against
good digestion and sound sleep ? Come, come, my good Baron,
whenever we come to square accounts, the balance will stand
very heavily in my favour. I don't want to press for a settle-
ment, but- if you urge it, by Heaven, I'll make you pay the
uttermost farthing ! "

Longcluse laughs cynically. The baron looks very angry.
His face darkens to a leaden hue. The fingers which he
plunged into his snuff-box are trembling. He takes two or
three great pinches of snuff before speaking.

Mr. Longcluse watches all these symptoms of his state of mind
with a sardonic enjoyment, beneath which, perhaps, is the sort
of suspense with which a beast-tamer watches the eye of the
animal whose fury he excites only to exhibit the coercion which
he exercises through its fears, and who is for a moment doubt-
ful whther its terrors or its fury may prevail

The baron's restless eyes roll wickedly. He puts his hand
into his pocket irresolutely, and crumbles some papers there.
There was no knowing, for some seconds, what turn things might
take. But if he had for a moment meditated a crisis, he thought

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better of it. He breaks into a fierce laugh, and extends his hand
to Mr. Longcluse, who as frankly places his own in it, and the
baron shakes it vehemently. And Mr. Longcluse and he laugh
boisterously and oddly together. The baron takes another great
pinch of snuff, and then he says, sponging out as it were, as an
ignored parenthesis, the critical part of their conversation —

" No, no, I sink not ; no, no, surely not I am not fit for all
zose amusements. I cannot knog aboud as I used ; an old
fellow, you know : beace and tranquilidy. No, I cannot dine
with you. I dine with Stentoroni to-morrow ; to-day I have
dined with our tenore. How well you look ! What nose, what
tees, what chin ! I am proud of you. We bart good friends,
bon soir, Monsieur Longcluse, farewell. I am already a liddle
lade."

" Farewell, dear Baron. How can I thank you enough for
this kind meeting ? Try one of my cigars as you go home."

The baron, not being a proud man, took half-a-dozen, and
with a final shaking of hands these merry gentlemen parted,
and Longcluse' s door closed for ever on the Baron Vanboeren.

"That bloated spider?" mused Mr. Longcluse. " How many
flies has he sucked ! It is another matter when spiders take to
catching wasps."

Every man of energetic passions has within him a principle
of self-destruction. Longcluse had his. It had expressed itself
in his passion for Alice Arden. That passion had undergone a
wondrous change, but it was imperishable in its new as in its
pristine state.

This gentleman was in the dumps so soon as he was left alone.
Always uncertainty ; always the sword of Damocles ; always
the little reminders of perdition, each one contemptible, but each
one in succession touching the same set of nerves, and like the fall
of the drop of water in the inquisition, non vi, sed sczpe cadendo,
gradually heightening monotony into excitement, and excite-
ment into frenzy. Living always with a sense of the unreality
of life and the vicinity of death, with a certain stern tremor of
the heart, like that of a man going into action, no wonder if he
sometimes sickened of his bargain with Fate, and thought li;e
purchased too dear on the terms of such a lease.

Longcluse bolted his door, unlocked his desk, and there what
do we see ? Six or seven miniatures — two enamels, the rest on
ivory — all by different hands ; some English, some Parisian ;
very exquisite, some of them. Every one was Alice Arden.
Little did she dream that such a gallery exsited. How were
they taken ? Photographs are the colourless phantoms from
which these glowing life-like beauties start. Tender-hearted
Lady May has in confidence given him, from time to time,
several of these from her album ; he has induced foreign artists

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to visit London, and managed opportunities by which, at parties,
in theatres, and I am sorry to say even in church, these clever
persons succeeded in studying from the life, and learning all the
tints which now glow before him. If I had mentioned what
this little cqllection cost him, you would have opened your eyes.
The Baron Vanboeren would have laughed and cursed him with
hilarious derision, and a money-getting Christian would have
been quite horror-struck, on reading the scandalous row of
figures.

Each miniature he takes in turn, and looks at for a long time,
holding it in both hands, his hands resting on the desk, his face
inclined and sad, as if looking down into the coffin of his
darling. One after the other he puts them by, and returns to
his favourite one ; and at last he shuts it up also, with a snap,
and places it with the rest in the dark, under lock and key.

He leaned back and laid his thin hand across his eyes. Was
he looking at an image that came out in the dark on the retina
of memory ? Or was he shedding tears ?

CHAPTER LX.

" SAUL."

I HE day arrived on which Alice Arden had agreed to
go with Lady May to Westminster Abbey, to hear
the masterly performance of Saul. When it came
to the point, she would have preferred staying at
home ; but that was out of the question. Every one has
experienced that ominous forboding which overcomes us some-
times with a shapeless forecasting of evil. It was with that
vague misgiving that she had all the morning looked forward to
her drive to town, and the long-promised oratorio. It was a
dark day, and there was a thunderous weight in the air, and the
melancholy atmosphere deepened her gloom.

. Her Uncle David arrived in Lady May's carriage, to take care
of her. They were to call at Lady May's house, where its mis-
tress and Sir Richard Arden awaited them.

A few kind words followed Uncle David's affectionate greet
ing, as they drove into town. He did not observe that Alio
was unusually low. He seemed to have something not ver
pleasant himself to think upon, and he became silent for som
time.

" I want," said he at last, looking up suddenly, " to give yo
a little advice, and now mind what I say. Don't sign any lega
paper without consulting me, and don't make any promise t
Richard. It is just possible — I hope he may not, but it is jus
possible — that he may ask you to deal in his favour with you
charge on the Yorkshire estate. Do you tell him if he shouk
that you have promised me faithfully not to do anything in th
matter, except as I shall advise. He may, as I said, never sa
a word on the subject, but in any case my advice will do you n
harm. I have had bitter experience, my dear, of which I begii

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to grow rather ashamed, of the futility of trying to assist
Richard. I have thrown away a great deal of money upon him,
utterly thrown it away. / can afford it, but you cannot, and you
shall not lose your little provision." And here he changed the
subject of his talk, I suppose to avoid the possibility of dis-
cussion. " How very early the autumn has set in this year ! It is
the extraordinary heat of the summer. The elms in Mortlake
are quite yellow already."

And so they talked on, and returned no more to the subject at
which he had glanced. But the few words her uncle had spoken
gave Alice ample matter to think on, and she concluded that
Richard was in trouble again.

Lady May did not delay them a moment, and Sir Richard got
into the carriage after her, with the tickets in his charge. Very
devoted, Alice thought him, to Lady May, who appeared more
than usually excited and happy.

We follow our party without comment into the choir, where
they take possession of their seats. The chorus glide into
their places like shadows, and the vast array of instrumental
musicians as noiselessly occupy the seats before their desks.
The great assembly is marshalled in a silence almost oppressive,
but which is perhaps the finest preparation for the wondrous
harmonies to come.

And now the grand and unearthly oratorio has commenced.
Each person in our little group hears it with different ears. I
wonder whether any two persons in that vast assembly heard it
precisely alike. Sir Richard Arden, having many things to
think about, hears it intermittently as he would have listened to
a bore, and with a secret impatience. Lady. May hears it not
much better, but felt as if she could have sat there for ever.
Old David Arden enjoyed music, and is profoundly delighted
with this. But his thoughts also begin to wander, for as the
mighty basso singing the part of Saul delivers the words,

" I would that, by thy art, thou bring me up
The man whom I shall name,"

David Ardens eye lighted, with a little shock, upon the
enormous head and repulsive features of the Baron Vanboeren.
What a mask for a witch ! The travesti lost its touch of the
ludicrous, in Uncle David's eye, by virtue of the awful interest
he felt in the possible revelations of that ugly magician, who
could, he fancied, by a word, call up the image of Yelland Mace.
The baron is sitting about the steps in front of him, face to
face. He wonders he has not seen him till now. His head is a
little thrown back, displaying his short bull neck. His restless
eyes are fixed now in a sullen reverie. His calculation as to the

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exact money value of the audience is over ; he is polling them
no longer, and his unresting brain is projecting pictures into the
darkness of the future.

His face in a state of apathy was ill-favoured and wicked, and
now lighted with a cadaverous effect, by the dull purplish halo
which marks the blending of the feeble daylight, with the glow
of the lamp that is above him.

The baron had seen and recognised David Arden, and a train
of thoughts horribly incongruous with the sacred place was
moving through his brain. As he looks on, impassive, the great
basso rings out — :

" If heaven denies thee aid, seek it from hell."

And the soprano sends forth the answering incantation, wild
and piercing —

" Infernal spirits, by whose power

Departed ghosts in living forms appear,

Add horror to the midnight hour,

And chill the boldest hearts with fear ;

To this stranger's wondering eyes
Let the man he calls for rise."

If Mr. Longcluse had been near, he might have made his
own sad application of the air so powerfully sung by the alto to
whom was committed the part of David —

" Such haughty beauties rather move
Aversion, than engage our love."

He might with an undivulged anguish have heard the adoring
strain —

" O lovely maid ! thy form beheld

Above all beauty charms our eyes,
Yet still within that form concealed,
Thy mind a greater beauty lies."

In a rapture Alice listened on. The famous " Dead
March " followed, interposing its melancholy instrumentation,
and arresting the vocal action of the drama by the pomp of that
magnificent dirge.

To her the whole thing seemed stupendous, unearthly,
glorious beyond expression. She almost trembled with excite-
ment. She was glad she had come. Tears of ecstasy were in
her eyes.

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And now, at length, the three parts are over, and the crowd
begin to move outward. The organ peals as they shuffle slowly
aiong, checked every minute, and then again resuming their
slow progress, pushing on in those little shuffling steps of two
or three inches by which well-packed crowds get along, every
one wondering why they can't all step out together, and what
the people in front can be about.

In two several channels, through two distinct doors, this
great human reservoir floods out. Sir Richard has undertaken
the task of finding Lady May's carriage, and bringing it to a point
where they might escape the tedious waiting at the door ; and
David Arden, with Lady May on one arm and Alice on the other,
is getting on slowly in the thick of this well-dressed and
aristocratic mob.

" I think, Alice," said Uncle David, " you would be more out
of the crush, and less likely to lose me, if you were to get quite
close behind us — do you see ? — between Lady May and me, and
hold me fast."

The pressure of the stream was so unequal, and a front of
three so wide, that Alice gladly adopted the new arrangement,
and with her hand on her uncle's arm, felt safer and more com-
fortable than before.

This slow march, inch by inch, is strangely interrupted. A
well-known voice, close to her ear, says —

" Miss Arden, a word with you."

A pale face, with flat nose and Mephistophelian eyebrows,
was stooping near her. Mr. Longcluse's thin lips were close to
her ear. She started a little aside, and tried to stop. Recover-
ing, she stretched her hand to reach her uncle, and found that
there were strangers between them,

CHAPTER LXI.

A WAKING DREAM.

iERE is something in that pale face and spectra
smile that fascinates the terrified girl ; she cannot
take her eyes off him. His dark eyes are near hers ;
his lips are still close to her ; his arm is touching
her dress ; he leans his face to her, and talks on, in an icy tone
little above a whisper, and an articulation so sharply distinct
that it seems to pain her ear.

" The oratorio ! " he continued : " the music ! The words,
here and there are queer — a little sinister — eh ? There are
better words and wilder music — you shall hear them some
day ! Saul had his evil spirit, and a bad family have theirs
— ay, they have a demon who is always near, and shapes
their lives for them ; they don't know it, but, sooner or later
justice catches them. Suppose / am the demon of your
family — it is very funny, isn't it? I tried to serve you both,
but it wouldn't do. I'll set about the other thing now : the
evil genius of a bad family ; I'm appointed to that. It almost
makes me laugh — such cross-purposes ! You're frightened ?
That's a pity ; you should have thought of that before. It
requires some nerve to fight a man like me. I don't threaten
you, mind, but you are frightened. There is such a thing
as getting a dangerous fellow bound over to keep the peace.
Try that. I should like to have a talk with you before his
worship in the police-court, across the table, with a corps of
clever newspaper reporters sitting there. What fun in the
Times and all the rest next morning."

It is plain to Miss Arden that Mr. Longcluse is speaking
all this time with suppressed fury, and his countenance expresses
a sort of smiling hatred that horrifies her.

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" I'm not bad at speaking my mind," he continues. " It
.s unfortunate that I am so well thought of and listened to
in London. Yes, people mind what I say a good deal. I
rather think they'll choose to believe my story. But there's
another way, if you don't like that. Your brother's not afraid
— hfM protect you. Tell your brother what a miscreant I am,
and send him to me — do, pray ! Nothing on earth I should
like better than to have a talk with that young gentleman. Do
pray, send him. I entreat. He'd like satisfaction — ha ! ha ! —
and, by Heaven, I'll give it him ! Tell him to get his pistols
ready ; he shall have his shop J Let him come to Boulogne,
or where he likes — I'll stand t — and I don't think he'll need
to pay his way back again. He'll stay in France ; he'll not
walk in at your hall-door, and call for luncheon, I promise you.
Ha! ha! ha!"

This pale man enjoys her terror cruelly.

" I'm not worthy to speak to you, I believe — eh ? That's
odd, for the time isn't far off when you'll pray to God I may
have mercy on you. You had no business to encourage me.
I'm afraid the crowd is getting on very slowly, but I'll try to
entertain you : you are such a good listener ! "

Miss Arden often wondered afterwards at her own passive-
ness through all this. There were, no doubt, close by, many
worthy citizens, fathers of families, who would have taken her
for a few minutes under their protection with honest alacrity.
But it was a fascination ; her state was cataleptic : and she
could no more escape than the bird that is throbbing in the
gaze of a snake. The cold murmur went distinctly on and
on:

" Your brother will probably think I should treat you more
ceremoniously. Don't you agree with him ? Pray, do complain
to him. Pray, send him to me, and I'll thank him for his share
in this matter. He wanted to make it a match between us —
I'm speaking coarsely, for the sake of distinctness — till a title
turned up. What has become of the title, by-the-bye ? — I don't
see him here. The peer wasn't in the running, after all : didn't
even start ! Ha ! ha ! ha ! Remember me to your brother,
pray, and tell him the day will come when he'll not need to
be reminded of me : I'll take care of that. And so Sir Richard
is doomed to disappointment ! It is a world of disappointment.
The earl is nowhere ! And the proudest family on earth —
— what is left of it — looks a little foolish. And well it may : it
has many follies to expiate. You had no business encouraging
me, and you are foolish enough to be terribly afraid now — ha !
ha ! ha ! Too late, eh ? I daresay you think I'll punish you !
Not I ! Nothing of the sort ! I'll never punish anyone. Why
should I take that trouble about you. Not I : not even your

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brother. Fate does that. Fate has always been kind to me,
and hit my enemies pretty hard. You had no business en-
couraging me. Remember this : the day is not far off when you
will both rue the hour you threw me over ! "

She is gazing helplessly into that dreadful face. There
is a cruel elation in it. He looks on her, I think, with ad-
miration. Mixed with his hatred, did there remain a fraction
of love ?

On a sudden the voice, which was the only sound she heard,
was in her ear no longer. The face which had transfixed her
gaze was gone. Longcluse had apparently pushed a way for
her to her friends, for she found herself again next her
Uncle David. Holding his arm fast, she looked round
quickly for a moment : she saw Mr. Longcluse nowhere. She
felt on the point of fainting. The scene must have lasted
a shorter time than she supposed, for her uncle had not missed
her.

" My dear, how pale you look! Are you tired?" exclaims
Lady May, when they have come to a halt at the door.

" Yes, indeed, so she does. Are you ill, dear ? " added her
uncle.

" No, nothing, thanks, only the crowd. I shall be better
immediately." And so waiting in the air, near the door, they
were soon joined by Sir Richard, and in his carriage he and she
drove home to Mortlake. Lady May, taking hers, went to a
tea at old Lady Elverstone's ; and David Arden, bidding them
good-bye, walked homeward across the park.

Richard had promised to spend the evening at Mortlake with
her, and side by side they were driving out to that sad and
sombre scene. As they entered the shaded road upon which
the great gate of Mortlake opens, the setting sun streamed
through the huge trunks of the trees, and tinted the landscape
with a subdued splendour.

"I can't imagine, dear Alice, why you will stay here. It is
enough to kill you," says Sir Richard, looking out peevishly on
the picturesque woodlands of Mortlake, and interrupting a long
silence. " You never can recover your spirits while you stay
here. There is Lady May going all over the world — I forget
where, but she will be at Naples — and she absolutely longs to
take you with her ; and you won't go ! I really sometimes think
you want to make yourself melancholy mad."

" I don't know," said she, waking herself from a reverie in
which, against the dark background of the empty arches she
had left, she still saw the white, wicked face that had leaned
over her, and heard the low murmured stream of insult and
menace. " I'm not sure that I shall not be worse anywhere else.
I don't feel energy to make a change. I can't bear the idea of

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meeting people. By-and-by, in a little time, it will be different.
For the present, quiet is what I like best. But you, Dick, are
not looking well, you seem so over-worked and anxious. You
really do want a little holiday. Why don't you go to Scotland
to shoot, or take a few weeks' yachting ? All your business
must be pretty well settled now."

" It will never be settled," he said, a little sourly. " I assure
you there never was property in such a mess — I mean leases
and everything. Such drudgery, you have no idea ; and I owe
a good deal. It has not done me any good. I'd rather be as
I was before that miserable Derby. I'd gladly exchange it all
for a clear annuity of a thousand a year. '

" Oh ! my dear Dick, you can't mean that ! All the northern
property, and this, and Morley?"

" I hate to talk about it. I'm tired of it already. I have
been so unlucky, so foolish, and if I had not found a very good
friend, I should have been utterly ruined by that cursed race ;
and he has been aiding me very generously, on rather easy
terms, in some difficulties that have followed ; and you know I
had to raise money on the estate before all this happened, and
have had to make a very heavy mortgage, and I am getting into
such a mess — a confusion, I mean — and really I should have
sold the estates, if it had not been for my unknown friend, for I
don't know his name."

"What friend?"

" The friend who has aided me through my troubles — the best
friend I ever met, unless it be as I half suspect. Has anyone
spoken to you lately, in a way to lead you to suppose that he, or
anyone else among our friends, has been lending me a helping
hand ? "

" Yes, as were driving into town to-day, Uncle David told me
so distinctly ; but I am not sure that I ought to have mentionec
it. I fancy, indeed," she added, as she remembered the re-
flection with which it was accompanied, " that he meant it as a
secret, so you must not get me into disgrace with him by
appearing to know more than he has told you himself."

" No, certainly," said Richard1 ; " and he said it was he who
lent it?"

" Yes, distinctly."

"Well, I all but knew it before. Of course it is very kind of
him. But then, you know he is very wealthy ; he does not feel
it ; and he would not for the world that our house should lose
its position. I think he would rather sell the coat off his back,
than that our name should be slurred."

Sir Richard was pleased that he had received this light in
corroboration of his suspicions. He was glad to have ascer-
tained that the powerful motives which he had conjectured were

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Checkmate.

actually governing the conduct of David Arden, although for
obvious reasons he did not choose that his nephew should be
aware of his weakness.

The carriage drew up at the hall-door. The old house in the
evening beams, looked warm and cheery, and from every window
in its broad front flamed the reflection which showed like so
many hospitable winter fires.

CHAPTER LXII.

LOVE AND PLAY.

HERE we are, Alice," says Sir Richard, as they
entered the hall. " We'll have a good talk this
evening. We'll make the best of everything ; and
I don't see if Uncle David chooses to prevent it,
why the old ship should founder after all."

They are now in the house. It is hard to get rid of the sense
of constraint that, in his father's time, he always experienced
within those walls ; to feel that the old influence is exorcised
and utterly gone, and that he is himself absolute master where
so lately he hardly ventured to move on tip-toe.

They did not talk so much as Sir Richard had anticipated.
There were upon his mind some things that weighed heavily.
He had got from Levi a list of the advances made by his luckily
found friend, and the total was much heavier than he had
expected. He began to fear that he might possibly exceed the
limits which his uncle must certainly have placed somewhere.
He might not, indeed, allow him to suffer the indignity of a
bankruptcy ; but he would take a very short and unpleasant
course with him. He would seize his rents, and, with a friendly
roughness, put his estates to nurse, and send the prodigal on a
Chiide Harold's pilgrimage of five or six years, with an allow-
ance, perhaps, of some three hundred a year, which in his frugal
estimate of a young man's expenditure, would be handsome.

While he was occupied in these ruminations, Alice cared not
to break the silence. It was a very unsociable tete-&-t£te.
Alice had a secret of her own to brood over. If anything could
have made Longcluse now more terrible to her imagination, it
would have been a risk of her brother's knowing anything of the
language he had dared to hold to her. She knew from her
brothers own lips, that he was a duellist ; and she was also

296 Checkmate.

persuaded that Mr. Longcluse was, in his own playful and
sinister phrase, very literally a " miscreant." His face, ever
since that interview, was always at her right side, with its cruel
pallor, and the vindictive sarcasm of lip and tone. How she
wished that she had never met that mysterious man J What
she would have given to be exempted from his hatred, and
blotted from his remembrance !

One object only was in her mind, distinctly, with respect to
that person. She was, thank God, quite beyond his power.
But men, she knew, live necessarily a life so public, and have so
many points of contact, that better opportunities present them-
selves for the indulgence of a masculine grudge ; and she
trembled at the thought of a collision. Why, then, should not
Dick seek a reconciliation with him, and, by any honourable
means, abate that terrible enmity.

" I have been thinking, Dick, that, as Uncle David makes the
interest he takes in your affairs a secret, and you can't consult
him, it would be very well indeed if you could find some one
else able to advise, who would consult with you when you
wished."

"Of course, I should be only too glad," says Sir Richard,
yawning and smiling as well as he could at the same time ;
" but an adviser one can depend on in such matters, my dear
child, is not to be picked up every day."

" Poor papa, I think, was very wise in choosing people of that
kind. Uncle David, I know, said that he made wonderfully
good bargains about his mortgages, or whatever they are called."

" I daresay — I don't know — he was always complaining, and
always changing them," says Sir Richard. " But if you can
introduce me to a person who can disentangle all my complica-
tions, and take half my cares off my shoulders, I'll say you are
a very wise little woman indeed."

" I only know this — that poor papa had the highest opinion
of Mr. Longcluse, and thought he was the cleverest person, and
the most able to assist, of any one he knew."

Sir Richard Arden hears this with a stare of surprise.

" My dear Alice, you seem to forget everything. Why, Lonj
cluse and I are at deadly feud. He hates me implacably
There never could be anything but enmity between us. Nc
that I care enough about him to hate him, but I have the wor
opinion of him. I have heard the most shocking stories aboi
him lately. They insinuate that he committed a murder !
told you of that jealousy and disappointment, about a girl
was in love with and wanted to marry, and it ended in murder J
I'm told he had the reputation of being a most unscrupuloti
villain. They say he was engaged in several conspiracies
picrpnn young fellows. He was the utter ruin, they say, of young

Love and Play. 297

riiornley, tne poor muff who shot himself some years ago ; and
he was thought to be a principal proprietor of that gaming-house
.n ^Jcnna, where they found all the apparatus for cheating so
) cleverly contrived."

" But are any of these things proved?" urges Miss Arden.

" I don't suppose he would be at large if they were," says Sir
Richard, with a smile. " I only know that I believe them."

"Well, Dick, you know I reminded you before — you used not
\ to believe those stories till you quarrelled with him."

' Why, what do you want, Alice ?" he exclaims, looking hard
at her. " What on earth can you mean ? And what can
' possibly make you take an interest in the character of such a
'ruffian?"

Alice's face grew pale under his gaze. She cleared her voice
and looked down ; and then she looked full at him, with burning
eyes, and said —

" It is because I am afraid of him, and think he may do you
some dreadful injury, unless you are again on terms with him.
I can't get it out of my head ; and I daresay I am wrong, but
I am sure I am miserable."

She burst into tears.

" Why, you darling little fool, what harm can he do me ? "
said Richard fondly, throwing his arms about her neck and
kissing her, as he laughed tenderly. " He exhausted his utmost
malice when he angrily refused to lend me a shilling in my
extremity, or to be of the smallest use to me, at a moment when
he might have saved me, without risk to himself, by simply
willing it. / didn't ask him, you may be sure. An officious,
foolish little friend, doing all, of course, for the best, did, without
once consulting me, or giving me a voice in the matter, until he
had effectually put his foot in it, as I told you. I would not for
anything on earth have applied to him, I need not tell you ; but
it was done, and it only shows with what delight he would have
seen me ruined, as, in fact, I should have been, had not my own
relations taken the matter up. I do believe, Alice, the best
thing I could do for myself and for you would be to marry," he
says, a little suddenly, after a considerable silence.

Alice looks at him, doubtful whether he is serious.

" I really mean it. It is the only honest way of making or
mending a fortune now-a-days."

" Well, Dick, it is time enough to think of that by-and-by,
don't you think ? "

" Perhaps so ; I hope so. At present it seems to me that, as
far as I am concerned, it is just a race between the bishop and
the bailiff which shall have me first. If any lady is good
enough to hold out a hand to a poor drowning fellow, she had
better -"

298 Checkmate.

" Take care, Dick, that the poor drowning fellow does not
pull her in. Don't you think it would be well to consider first
what you have got to live on ?"

l< I have plenty to live on ; 1 know that exactly," said Dick.

"What is it?"

" My wife's fortune."

" You are never serious for a minute, Dick ! Don't you think
it would be better first to get matters a little into order, so as to
know distinctly what you are worth ? "

" Quite the contrary ; she'd rather not know. She'd rather
exercise her imagination than learn distinctly what I am worth.
Any woman of sense would prefer marrying me so."

" I don't understand you."

" Why, if I succeed in making matters quite lucid, I don't
think she would marry me at all, Isn't it better to say, ' My
Angelina,' or whatever else it may be, ' you see before you Sir
Richard Arden, who has estates in Yorkshire, in Middlesex, and
in Devonshire, thus spanning all England from north to south.
We had these estates at the Conquest. There is nothing
modern about them but the mortgages. I have never been able
to ascertain exactly what they bring in by way of rents, or pay
out by way of interest. That I stand here, with flesh upon my
bones, and pretty well-made clothes, I hope, upon both, is
evidence in a confused way that an English gentleman — a
baronet — can subsist upon them ; and this magnificent muddle
I lay at your feet with the devotion of a passionate admirer of
your personal — property ! ' That, I say, is better than appear-
ing with a balance-sheet in your hand, and saying, ' Madam, I
propose marrying you, and I beg to present you with a balance-
sheet of the incomings and outgoings of my estates, the intense
cfearness of which will, I hope, compensate for the nature of
its disclosures. 1 am there shown in the most satisiactor
detail to be worth exactly fifteen shillings per annum, and hov
unlimited is my credit will appear from the immense amour
and variety of my debts. In pressing my suit I rely entirelj
upon your love of perspicuity and your passion for arithmetic
which will find in the ledgers of my steward an Almost inex
haustible gratification and indulgence.' However, as you say
Alice, I have time to look about me, and I see you are tire
We'll talk it over to-morrow morning at breakfast. Don't thinl
I have made up my mind ; I'll do exactly whatever you li
best. But get to your bed, you poor little soul ; you do look
tired !"

With great affection they parted for the night. But Sii
Richard did not meet her at breakfast.

After she had left the room some time, he changed his mine
left a message for his sister with old Crozier ordered his servai

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and trap to the door, and drove into town. It was not his good
angel who prompted him. He drove to a place where he was
sure to find high play going on, and there luck did not favour
him.

What had become of Sir Richard Arden's resolutions ? The
fascinations of his old vice were irresistible. The ring of the
dice, the whirl of the roulette, the plodding pillage of whist —
any rite acknowledged by Fortune, the goddess of his soul,
was welcome to that keen worshipper. Luck was not always
adverse ; once or twice he might have retreated in comparative
safety; but the temptation to "back his luck" and go on
prevailed, and left him where he was.

About a week after the evening passed at Mortlake, a black
and awful night of disaster befel him.

Every other extravagance and vice draws its victim on at a
regulated pace, but this of gaming is an hourly trifling with life,
and one infatuated moment may end him. How short had
been the reign of the new baronet, and where were prince and
princedom now ?

Before five o'clock in the morning, he had twice spent a
quarter of an hour tugging at Mr. Levi's office-bell, in the
dismal old street in Westminster. Then he drove off toward
his lodgings. The roulette was whirling under his eyes when-
ever for a moment he closed them. He thought he was going
mad.

The cabman knew a place where, even at that unseasonable
hour, he might have a warm bath ; and thither Sir Richard
ordered him to drive. After this, he again essayed the Jew's
office. The cool early morning was over still quiet London —
hardly a soul was stirring. On the steps he waited, pulling the
office-bell at intervals. In the stillness of the morning, he
could hear it distinctly in the remote room, ringing unheeded in
that capacious house.

CHAPTER LXIII5

PLANS.

'T was, of course, in vain looking for Mr. Levi there a*
such an hour. Sir Richard Arden fancied that he
had, perhaps, a sleeping-room in the house, and on
that chance tried what his protracted alarm might

Then he drove to his own house. He had a latch-key, and
let himself in. Just as he is, he throws himself into a chair in
his dressing-room. He knows there is no use in getting into
his bed. In his fatigued state, sleep was quite out of the
question. That proud young man was longing to open his
heart to the mean, cruel little Jew.

Oh, madness ! why had he broken with his masterly and
powerful friend, Longcluse? Quite unavailing now, his re-
pentance. They had spoken and passed like ships at sea, in
this wide life, and now who could count the miles and billows
between them ! Never to cross or come in sight again !

Uncle David ! Yes, he might go to him ; he might sprea
out the broad evidences of his ruin before him, and adjure him,
by the God of mercy, to save him from the great public disgrace
that was now imminent ; implore of him to give him any
pittance he pleased, to subsist on in exile, and to deal with the
estates as he himself thought best. But Uncle David was
away, quite out of reach. After his whimsical and inflexible
custom, lest business should track him in his holiday, he hafl
left no address with his man of business, who only knew that
his first destination was Scotland ; none with Grace Maubray,
who only knew that, attended by Vivian Darnley, she and Ladj
May were to meet him in about a fortnight on the Continent,
where they were to plan together a little excursion in Switzer-
land or Italy.

Plans. 301

Sir Richard quite forgot there was such a meal as breakfast.
He ordered his horse to the door, took a furious two hours' ride
beyond Brompton, and returned and saw Levi at his office, at
his usual hour, eleven o'clock. The Jew was alone. His large
lowering eyes were cast on Sir Richard as he entered and
approached.

" Look, now ; listen," says Sir Richard, who looks wofuliy
wild and pale, and as he seats himself never takes his eyes off
Mr. Levi. " I don't care very much who knows it— I think I'm
totally ruined"

The Jew knows pretty well all about it, but he stares and
gapes hypocritically in the face of • his visitor as if he were
thunderstruck, and he speaks never a word. I suppose he
thought it as well, for the sake of brevity and clearness, to
allow his client " to let off the shteam " first, a process which
Sir Richard forthwith commenced, with both hands on the
table — sometimes clenched, sometimes expanded, sometimes
with a thump, by blowing off a cloud of oaths and curses, and
incoherent expositions of the wrongs and perversities of fortune.
" I don't think I can tell you how much it is. I don't
know," says Sir Richard bleakly, in reply to a pertinent
question of the Jew's. "There was that rich fellow, what's his
name, that makes candles — he's always winning. By Jove,
what a thing luck is ! He won — I know it is more than two
thousand. I gave him I O U's for it. He'd be very glad, of
course, to know me, curse him ! I don't care, now, who does.
And he'd let me owe him twice as much, for as long as I like.
I daresay, only too glad — as smooth as one of his own filthy
candles. And there were three fellows lending money there.
I don't know how much I got — I was stupid. I signed what-
ever they put before me. Those things can't stand, by heavens ;
the Chancellor will set them all aside. The confounded
villains ! What's the Government doing? What's the Govern-
ment about, I say ? Why don't Parliament interfere, to smash
those cursed nests of robbers and swindlers? Here I am,
utterly robbed — I know I'm robbed — and all by that cursed
temptation ; and — and — and I don't know what cash I got, nor
what I have put my name to !"

" I'll make out that in an hour's time. They'll tell me at the
houshe who the shentleman wazh."

"And — upon my soul that's true — I owe the people there
something too ; it can't be much — it isn't much. And, Levi,
like a good fellow — by Heaven, I'll never forget it to you, if
you'll think of something. You've pulled me through so often ;
I am sure there's good-nature in you ; you wouldn't see a
fellow you've known so long driven to the wall and made a
beggar of, without — without thinking of something."

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Checkmate.

Levi looked down, with his hands in his pockets, and
whistled to himself, and Sir Richard gazed on his vulgar
features as if his life or death depended upon every variation of
their expression.

" You know," says Levi, looking up and swaying his
shoulders a little, " the old chap can't do no more. He's
taken a share in that Austrian contract, and he'll want his
capital, every pig. I told you lasht time. Wouldn't Lonclushe
give you a lift ? "

" Not he. He'd rather give me a shove under."

" Well, they tell me you and him wazh very thick ; and your
uncle'sh man, Blount, knawshe him, and can just ashk him,
from himself, mind, not from you."

" For money?" exclaimed Richard.

" Not at a — all," drawled the Jew impatiently. " Lishen —
mind. The old fellow, your friend "

" He's out of town," interrupted Richard.

" No, he'sh not. I shaw him lasht night. You're a — all
wrong. He'sh not Mr. David Harden, if that'sh what you mean.
He'sh a better friend, and he'll leave you a lot of tin when he
diesh — an old friend of the family — and if all goeshe shmooth
he'll come and have a talk with you fashe to fashe, and tell you
all his plansh about you, before a week'sh over. But he'll be at
hish lasht pound for five or six weeksh to come, till the firsht
half-millisn of the new shtock is in the market ; and he shaid,
' I can't draw out a pound of my balanshe, but if he can get
Lonclushe's na — me, I'll get him any shum he wantsh, and bear
Lonclushe harmlesh."

" I don't think I can," said Sir Richard ; " I can't be quite
sure, though. It is just possible he might."

" Well, let Blount try," said he.

There was another idea also in Mr. Levi's head. He had
been thinking whether the situation might not be turned to
some more profitable account, for him, than the barren agency
for the "friend of the family," who "lent out money gratis,"
like Antonio ; and if he did not " bring down the rate of
usance," at all events, deprived the Shylocks of London, in one
instance at least, of their fair game.

" If he won't do that, there'sh but one chansh left."

" What is that ? " asked Sir Richard, with a secret flutter at
his heart. It was awful to think of himself reduced to his last
chance, with his recent experience of what a chance is.

" Well," says Mr. Levi, scrawling florid capitals on the table
with his office pen, and speaking with much deliberation, " I
heard you were going to make a very rich match ; and if the
shettlementsh was agreed on, I don't know but we might shee
our way to advancing all you want."

Plans. 303

Sir Richard gets up, and walks slowly two or three times up
and down the room.

" I'll see about Blount," said he ; " I'll talk to him. I think
those things are payable in six or eight days ; and that tallow-
chandler won't bother me to-morrow, I daresay. I'll go to-
day and talk to Blount, and suppose you come to me to-
morrow evening at Mortlake. Will nine o'clock do for you?
I sha'n't keep you half-an-hour."

"A — all right, Shir — nine, at Mortlake. If you want any
diamondsh, I have a beoo — ootiful collar and pendantsh, in
that shaafe — brilliantsh. I can give you the lot three thoushand
under cosht prishe. You'll wa — ant a preshent for the young
ja— ady."

" Yes, I suppose so," said Sir Richard, abstractedly. " To-
morrow night — to-morrow evening at nine o'clock."

He stopped at the door, looking silently down the stairs,
and then without leave-taking or looking behind him, he ran
down, and drove to Mr. Blount's house, close by, in Manchester
Buildings.

For more than a year the young gentleman whom we are
following this morning had cherished vague aspirations, of
which good Lady May had been the object. There was
nothing to prevent their union, for the lady was very well
disposed to listen. But Richard Arden did not like ridicule,
and there was no need to hurry ; and besides, within the last
half-year had arisen another flame, less mercenary ; also,
perhaps, reciprocated.

Grace Maubray was handsome, animated ; she had that
combination of air, tact, cleverness, which enter into the idea
of ckic. With him it had been a financial, but notwithstanding
rather agreeable, speculation. Hitherto there seemed ample
time before him, and there was no need to define or decide.

Now, you will understand, the crisis had arrived, which
admitted of neither hesitation nor delay. He was now at
Blount's hall-door. He was certain that he could trust Blount
with anything, and he meant to learn from him what dot his
Uncle David intended bestowing on the young lady.

Mr. Blount was at home. He smiled kindly, and took the
young gentleman's hand, and placed a chair for him.

CHAPTER LXIV.

FROM FLOWER TO FLOWER.

j|R. BLOUNT was intelligent : he was an effective
though not an artful diplomatist. He promptly
undertook to sound Mr. Longcluse without betraying
Sir Richard.

Richard Arden did not allude to his losses. He took good
care to appear pretty nearly as usual. When he confessed his
tendresse for Miss Maubray, the grave gentleman smiled
brightly, and took him by the hand.

" If you should marry the young lady, mark you, she will
have sixty thousand pounds down, and sixty thousand more
after Mr. David Arden's death. That is splendid, Sir, and I
think it will please him -very much."

"" I have suffered a great deal, Mr. Blount, by neglecting his
advice hitherto. It shall be my chief object, henceforward, to
reform, and to live as he wishes. I believe people can't lean,
wisdom without suffering."

" Will you take a biscuit and a glass of sherry, Sir Richard?'
asked Mr. Blount

" Nothing, thanks," said Sir Richard. " You know, I'm not
as rich as I might have been, and marriage is a very serious
step ; and you are one of the oldest and most sensible friends
I have, and you'll understand that it is only right I should
very sure before taking such a step, involving not myself only,
but another who ought to be dearer still, that there should
no mistake about the means on which we may reckon. Are
you quite sure that my uncle's intentions are still exactly wh
you mentioned ? "

" Perfectly ; he authorised me to say so two months ago, and
on the eve of his departure on Friday last he. repeated hia
instructions,'

From Flower to Flower. 305

Sir Richard, in silence, shook the old man very cordially by
the hand, and was gone.

As he drove to his house in May Fair, Sir Richard's thoughts,
among other things, turned again upon the question, " Who
could bis mysterious benefactor be ? "

Once or twice had dimly visited his mind a theory which,
ever since his recent conversation with Mr. Levi, had been
growing more solid and vivid. An illegitimate brother of his
father's, Edwin Raikes, had gone out to Australia early in life,
with a purse to which three brothers, the late Sir Reginald,
Harry, and David, had contributed. He had not maintained
any correspondence with English friends and kindred ; but
rumours from time to time reached home that he had amassed
a fortune. His feelings to the family of Arden had always been
kindly. He was older than Uncle David, and had well earned
a retirement from the life of exertion and exile which had
consumed all the vigorous years of his manhood. Was this
the " old party " for whom Mr. Levi was acting ?

With this thought opened a new and splendid hope upon
the mind of Sir Richard. Here was a fortune, if rumour
spoke truly, which, combined with David Arden's, would
be amply sufficient to establish the old baronetage upon a
basis of solid magnificence such as it had never rested on
before.

It would not do, however, to wait for this. The urgency of
the situation demanded immediate action. Sir Richard made
an elaborate toilet, after which, in a hansom, he drove to Lady
May Penrose's.

If our hero had had fewer things to think about he would
have gone first, I fancy, to Miss Grace Maubray. It could do
no great harm, however, to feel his way a little with Lady May,
he thought, as he chatted with that plump alternative of his
tender dilemma. But in this wooing there was a difficulty of a
whimsical kind. Poor Lady May was so easily won, and made
so many openings for his advances, that he was at his wits' end
to find evasions oy which to postpone the happy crisis which
she palpably expected. He did succeed, however ; and with a
promise of calling again, with the lady's permission, that even-
ing, he took his leave.

Before making his call at his uncle's house, in the hope of
seeing Grace Maubray, he had to return to Mr. Blount, in
Manchester Buildings, where he hoped to receive from that
gentleman a report of his interview with Mr. Longcluse.

I shall tell you here what that report related. Mr. Longcluse
was fortunately still at his house when Mr. Blount called, and
immediately admitted him. Mr. Longcluse's horse and groom
were at the door ; he was on the point of taking his ride. His

306 Checkmate.

gloves and whip were beside him on the table as Mr. Blount
entered.

Mr. Blount made his apologies, and was graciously received.
His visit was, in truth, by no means unwelcome.

" Mr. David Arden very well, I hope ? "

" Quite well, thanks. He has left town."

" Indeed ! And where has he gone — the moors ?"

" To Scotland, but not to shoot, I think. And he's going
abroad then — going to travel."

" On the Continent ? How nice that is ! What part ? "

" Switzerland and Italy, I think," said Mr. Blount, omitting
all mention of Paris, where Mr. Arden was going first to make
a visit to the Baron Vanboeren.

'* He's going over ground that I know very well," said Mr.
Longcluse. c' Happy man ! He can't quite break away from
his business, though, I daresay."

" He never tells us where a letter will find him, and the con-
sequence is his holidays are never spoiled."

"Not a bad plan, Mr. Blount. Won't he visit the Paris
Exhibition ?"

" I rather think not."

'* Can I do anything for you, Mr. Blount ?"

"Well, Mr. Longcluse, I just called to ask you a question. I
have been invited to take part in arranging a little matter which
I take an interest in, because it affects the Arden estates."

'• Is Sir Richard Arden interested in it ?" inquired Mr. Long-
cluse, gently and coldly.

" Yes, 1 rather fancy he would be benefited."

" I have had a good deal of unpleasantness, and, I might add,
a great deal of ingratitude from that quarter, and I have made
up my mind never again to have anything to do with him or his
affairs. I have no unpleasant feeling, you understand ; no re-
sentment ; there is nothing, of course, he could say or do that
could in the least affect me. It is simply that, having coolly re-
viewed his conduct, I have quite made up my mind to aid in
nothing in which he has act, part, or interest."

" It was not directly, but simply as a surety "

" All the same, so far as I'm concerned," said Mr. Longcluse
sharply.

"And only, I fancied, it might be, as Mr. David Arden is
absent, and you should be protected by satisfactory joint
security "

" I won't do it," said Mr. Longcluse, a little brusquely ; and
he took out his watch and glanced at it impatiently.

" Sir Richard, I think, will be in funds immediately," said
Mr. Blount.

"How so?" asked Mr. Longcluse. "You'll excuse me, as

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you press the subject, for saying that will be something
new."

" Well," said Mr. Blount, who saw that his last words had
made an impression, " Sir Richard is likely to be married, very
advantageously, immediately."

" Are settlements agreed on ? " inquired Mr. Longcluse, with
real interest.

" No, not yet ; but I know all about them."
"He is accepted then ?"

" He has not proposed yet ; but there can be, I fancy, no
doubt that the lady likes him, and all will go right."

" Oh ! and who is the lady ? "

" I'm not at liberty to tell."

" Quite right ; I ought not to have asked," says Mr. Long-
cluse. and looks down, slapping at intervals the side of his
trousers lightly with his whip. He raises his eyes to Mr.
Blount's face, and looks on the point of asking another question,
but he does not.

" It is my opinion," said Mr. Blount, " the kindness would
involve absolutely no risk whatever."

There was a little pause. Mr. Longcluse looks rather dark and
anxious ; perhaps his mind has wandered quite from the busi-
ness before them. But it returns, and he says, —

" Risk or no risk, Mr. Blount, I don't mean to do him that
kindness ; and for how long will Mr. David Arden be
absent?"

" Unless he should take a sudden thought to return, he'll be
away at least two months."

"Where is he ?— in Scotland ?"

* I really don't know."

" Couldn't one see him for a few minutes before he starts ?
Where does he take the steamer ?"

" Southampton."

" And on what day ? "

"You really want a word with him?" asked Blount, whose
hopes revived.

" I may."

" Well, the only person who will know that is Mr. Humphries,
of Pendle Castle, near that town ; for he has to transact some
trust-business with that gentleman as he passes through."

" Humphries, of Pendle Castle. Very good ; thanks."

Mr. Longcluse looks again at his watch.

"And perhaps you will reconsider the matter I spoke of?"

" No use, Mr. Blount — not the least. I have quite made up
my mind. Anything more ? I am afraid I must be off."

" Nothing, thanks," said Mr. Blount.

And so the interview ended.

308 Checkmate.

When he was gone, Mr. Longcluse thought darkly for a
minute.

"That's a straightforward fellow, they say. I suppose the
facts are so. It can't be, though, that Miss Maubray, that
handsome creature with so much money, is thinking of marrying
that insolent coxcomb. It may be Lady May, but the other is
more likely. We must not allow that, Sir Richard. That would
never do."

There was a fixed frown on his face, and he was smiling in
his dream. Out he went. His pale face looked as if he medi-
tated a wicked joke, and, frowning still in utter abstraction, he
took the bridle from his groom, mounted, looked about him as
if just wakened, and set off at a canter, followed by his servant,
for David Arden's house.

Smiling, gay, as if no care had ever crossed him, Longcluse
enters the drawing-room, where he finds the handsome young
lady writing a note at that moment.

" Mr. Longcluse, I'm so glad you've come ! " she says, with a
brilliant smile. " I was writing to poor Lady Ethel, who is
mourning, you know, in the country. The death of her father
in the house was so awfully sudden, and I'm telling her all the
news I can think of to amuse her. And is it really true that old
Sir Thomas Giggles has grown so cross with his pretty young
wife, and objects to her allowing Lord Knocknea to make love
to her?"

" Quite true. It is a very bad quarrel, and I'm afraid it can't
be made up," said Mr. Longcluse.

" It must be very bad, indeed, if Sir Thomas can't make it
up ; for he allowed his first wife, I am told, to do anything she
pleased. Is it to be a separation ?"

"At least. And you heard, I suppose, of poor old Lady
Glare?"

"No!"

" She has been rolling ever so long, you know, in a sea of
troubles, and now, at last, she has fairly foundered."

" How do you mean ?"

"They have sold her diamonds," said Mr. Longcluse. "Didn't
you hear ? "

" No ! Really ? Sold her diamonds ? Good Heaven ! Then
there's nothing left of her but her teeth. I hope they won't sell
them."

"It is an awful misfortune," said Mr. Longcluse.

" Misfortune ! She's utterly ruined. It was her diamonds
that people asked. I am really sorry. She was such fun ; she
was so fat, and such a fool, and said such delicious things, and
dressed herself so like a macaw. Alas ! I shall never see her
more ; and people thought her only use on earth was to carry

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309

about her diamonds. No one seemed to perceive what a
deligmiul creature she was. What about Lady May Penrose ?
I have not seen her since I came back from Cowes, the day
before yesterday, and we leave London together on Tuesday."

' Lady May ! Oh ! she is to receive a very interesting com-
munication, 1 believe. She is one name on a pretty long and
very distinguished list, which Sir Richard Aiden, I am told, has
made out, and carries about with him in his pocket-book."

"You're talking riddles ; pray speak plainly."

"Well, Lady May is one of several ladies who are to be
honoured with a proposal."

' And would you have me believe that Sir Richard Arden has
really made such a fool of himself as to make out a list of eligible
ladies whom he is about to ask to marry him, and that he has
had the excellent good sense and taste to read this list to his
acquaintance?"

"I mean to say this — I'll tell the whole story — Sir Richard
has ruined himself at play ; take that as a fact to start with.
He is literally ruined. His uncle is away ; but I don't think any
man in his senses would think of paying his losses for him. He
turns, therefore, naturally, to the more amiable and less arith-
metical sex, and means to invite, in turn, a series of fair and
affluent admirers to undertake, by means of suitable settlements,
that interesting office for him."

" I don't think you like him, Mr. Longcluse ; is not that a
story a little too like ' The Merry Wives of Windsor ?' "

" It is quite certain I don't like him, and it is quite certain,"
added Mr. Longcluse, with one of his cold little laughs, " that
if I did like him, I should not tell the story ; but it is also cer-
tain that the story is, in ail its parts, strictly fact. If you permit
me the pleasure of a call in two or three days, you will tell me
you no longer doubt it."

Mr. Longcluse was looking down as he said that with a gentle
and smiling significance. The young lady blushed a little, and
then more intensely, as he spoke, and looking through the
window, asked with a laugh, —

" But how shall we know whether he really speaks to Lady
May?"

" Possibly by his marrying her," laughed Mr. Longcluse. " He
certainly will if he can, unless he is caught and married on the
way to her house."

" He was a little unfortunate in showing you his list, wasn't
he?" said Grace Maubray.

" I did not say that. If there had been any, the least, con-
fidence, nothing on earth could have induced me to divulge it.
We are not even, at present, on speaking terms. He had the
coolness to send a Mr. Blount, who transacts all Mr. David

Checkmate.

Arden's affairs, to ask me to become his security, Mr. Arden
being away ; and by way of inducing me to do so, he disclosed,
with the coarseness which is the essence of business, the matri-
monial schemes which are to recoup, within a few days, the
losses of the roulette, the whist-table, or the dice-box."

" Oh ! Mr. Blount, I'm told, is a very honest man."

" Quite so ; particularly accurate, and I don't think anything
on earth would induce him to tell an untruth," testifies Mr.
Longcluse.

After a little pause, Miss Maubray laughs.

" One certainly does learn," she said, " something new every
day. Could any one have fancied a gentleman descending to so
gross a meanness ? "

" Everybody is a gentleman now-a-days," remarked Mr.
Longcluse with a smile ; " but every one is not a hero — they
give way, more or less, under temptation. Those who stand the
test of the crucible and the furnace are seldom met with."

At this moment the door opened, and Lord Wynderbroke
was announced. A little start, a lighting of the eyes, as Grace
rose, and a fluttered advance, with a very pretty little hand
extended, to meet him, testified, perhaps, rather more surprise
than one would have quite expected. For Mr. Longcluse, who
did not know him so well as Miss Maubray, recognised his
voice, which was peculiar, and resembling the caw of a jay, as
he put a question to the servant on his way up.

Mr. Longcluse took his leave. He was not sorry that Lord
Wynderbroke had called. He wished no success to Sir
Richard's wooing. He thought he had pretty well settled the
question in Miss Maubray's mind, and smiling, he rode at
pleasant canter to Lady May's. It was as well, perhaps, thz
she should hear the same story. Lady May, however, unfortv
nately, had just gone out for a drive.

CHAPTER LXV.

BEHIND THE ARRAS.

j|T was quite true that Lady May was not at home. She
was actually, with a little charming palpitation, driv-
ing to pay a very interesting visit to Grace Maubray.
In affairs of the kind that now occupied her mind,
she had no confidants but very young people.

Miss Maubray was at home — and instantly Lady May's
plump instep was seen on the carriage step. She disdained
assistance, and descended with a heavy skip upon the flags,
where she executed an involuutary frisk that carried her a little
out of the line of advance.

As she ascended the stairs, she met her friend Lord Wynder-
broke coming down. They stopped for a moment on the landing,
under a picture of Cupid and Venus ; Lady May, smiling, re-
marked, a little out of breath, what a charming day it was, and
expressed her amazement at seeing him in town — a surprise
which he agreeably reciprocated. He had been at Glenkiltie in
the Highlands, where he had accidentally met Mr. David Arden.
" Miss Maubray is in the drawing-room," he said, observing that
the eyes of the good lady glanced unconsciously upward at the
door of that room. And then they parted affectionately, and
turned their backs on each other with a sense of relief.

" Well, my dear," she said to Grace Maubray as soon as they
had kissed, " longing to have a few minutes with you, with ever
so much to say. You have no idea what it is to be stopped on
the stairs by that tiresome man — I'll never quarrel with you
again for calling him a bore. No matter, here I am ; and
really, my dear, it is such an odd affair — not quite that ; such
an odd scene, I don't know where or how to begin."

" I wish I could help you," said Miss Maubray laughing.

" Oh, my dear, you'd never guess in a hundred years."

312

Checkmate.

" How do you know ? Hasn't a certain baronet something to
do with it ? "

<: Well, well — dear me ! That is very extraordinary. Did he
tell you he was going to — to — Good gracious ! My dear, it is
the most extraordinary thing. I believe you hear everything ;
but — a — but listen. Not an hour ago he came— Richard Arden,
of course, we mean — and, my dear Grace, he spoke so very
nicely of his troubles, poor fellow, you know — debts I mean, of
course — not the least his fault, and all that kind of thing, and —
he went on — I really don't know how to tell you. But he said
— he said — he said he liked me, and no one else on earth ; and
he was on the very point of saying everything, when, just at
that moment, who should come in but that gossiping old
woman, Lady Botherton — and he whispered, as he was going,
that he would return, after I had had my drive. The carriage
was at the door, so, when I got rid of the old woman, I got into
it, and came straight here to have a talk with you ; and what
do you think I ought to say? Do tell me, like a darling, do !"

" I wish you would tell me what one ought to say to that
question," said Grace Maubray with a slight disdain (that young
lady was in the most unreasonable way piqued), " for I'm told
he's going to ask me precisely the same question."

" You, my dear ? " said Lady May after a pause, during which
she was staring at the smiling face of the young lady ; you
can't be serious ! "

" He can't be serious, you mean,5' answered the young lady,
" and — who's this ?" she broke off, as she saw a cab drive up to
the hall-door. "Dear me! is it ? No. Yes, indeed, it is Sir
Richard Arden. We must not be seen together. He'll know
you have been talking to me. Just go in here."

She opened the door of the boudoir adjoining the room.

" I'll send him away in a moment. You may hear every word
I have to say. I should like it I shall give him a lecture."

As she thus spoke she heard his step on the stair, and
motioned Lady May into the inner room, into which she hurried
and closed the door, leaving it only a little way open.

These arrangements are hardly completed when Sir Richard
is announced. Grace is positively angry. But never had she
looked so beautiful ; her eyes so tenderly lustrous under their
long lashes ; her colour so brilliant — an expression so maidenly
and sad. If it was acting, it was very well done. You would
have sworn that the melancholy and agitation of her looks, and
the slightly quickened movement of her breathing, were those
of a person who felt that the hour of her fate had come.

With what elation Richard Arden saw these beautiful signs !

CHAPTER LXVI.
A BUBBLE BROKEN.

j FTER a few words had been exchanged, Grace said
in reply to a question of Sir Richard's, —

" Lady May and I are going together, you know :
in a day or two we shall be at Brighton. I mean to
bid Alice good-bye to-day. There — I mean at Brighton — we
are to meet Vivian Darnley, and possibly another friend ; and
we go to meet your uncle at that pretty little town in Switzer-
land, where Lady May I wonder, by-the-bye, you did not

arrange to come with us ; Lady May travels with us the entire
time. She says there are some very interesting ruins there."

" Why, dear old soul ! " said Sir Richard, who felt called upon
to say something to set himself right with respect to Lady May,
" she's thinking of quite another place. She will be herself the
only interesting ruin there."

"I think you wish to vex me," said pretty Grace, turning
away with a smile, which showed, nevertheless, that this kind of
joke was not an unmixed vexation to her. " I don't care for
ruins myself."

" Nor do I,'' he said, archly.

" But you don't think so of Lady May. I know you don't.
You are franker with her than with me, and you tell her a very
different tale."

" I must be very frank, then, if I tell her more than I know
myself. I never said a civil thing of Lady May, except once
or twice, to the poor old thing herself, when I wanted her to do
one or two little things, to please you"

" Oh ! come, you can't deceive me ; I've seen you place your
hand to your heart, like a theatrical hero, when you little fancied
any one but she saw it."

'• Now, really, that is too bad. I may have put my hand to
rpy side, when it ached from laughing."

Checkmate.

" How can vou talk so ? You know very well I have heard
you tell her how you admire her music arid her landscapes."

" No, no — not landscapes — she paints faces. But her colour-
ing is, as artists say, too chalky — and nothing but red and white,
like — what is it like ? — like a clown. Why did not she get the
late Mr. Etty — she's always talking of him — to teach her some-
thing of his tints ?"

" You are not to speak so of Lady May. You forget she is
my particular friend," says the young lady ; but her pretty face
does not express so much severity as her words. " I do think
you like her. You merely talk so to throw dust in people's
eyes. Why should not you be frank with me ? "

" I wish I dare be frank with you," said Sir Richard.

" And why not ? "

" How can I tell how my disclosures might be punished ?
My frankness might extinguish the best hope I live for ; a few
rash words might make me a very unhappy man for life."

" Really ? Then I can quite understand that reflection alarm-
ing you in the midst of a t£te-cl-t£te with Lady May ; and even
interrupting an interesting conversation."

Sir Richard looked at her quickly, but her looks were
perfectly artless.

" I really do wish you would spare me all further allusion to
that good woman. I can bear that kind of fun from any one
but you. Why will you ? she is old enough to be my mother.
She is fat, and painted, and ridiculous. You think me totally
without romance? I wish to heaven I were. There is a reason
that makes your saying all that particularly cruel. I am not
the sordid creature you take me for. I'm not insensible. I'm
not a mere stock of stone. Never was human being more
capable of the wildest passion. Oh, if I dare tell you all ! "

Was all this acting? Certainly not. Never was shallow
man, for the moment, more in earnest. Cool enough he was,
although he had always admired this young lady, when he
entered the room. Ke had made that entrance, nevertheless,
in a spirit quite dramatic. But Miss Maubray never looked
so brilliant, never half so tender. He took fire — the situation
aiding quite unexpectedly — and the flame was real. It might
have been over as qviickly as a balloon on fire ; but for the
moment the conflagration was intense.

How was Miss Maubray affected ? An immensely abler
performer than the young gentleman who had entered the room
with his part at his fingers' ends, and all his looks and emphasis
arranged — only to break through all this, and begin ex-
temporising wildly — she, on the contrary, maintained her r6U
with admirable coolness. It was not, perhaps, so easy ; for
notwithstanding appearances, her histrionic powers were

A Bubble Broken. 315

severely tasked ; for never was she more angry. Her self-
.steem was wounded ; the fancy (it was no more), she had
herished for him was gone, and a great disgust was there
nstead.

" You shall ask me no questions till I have done asking
mine," said the young lady, with decision ; "and I will speak
as much as I please of Lady May !"
This jealousy flattered Sir Richard.

"And I will say this," continued Grace Maubray, "you
never address her except as a lover, in what you romantic
people would call the language of love."

" Now, now, now ! How can you say that ? Is that fair ? "
"You do."

" No, really, I swear — that's too bad ! "

"Yes, the other day, when you spoke to her at the carriage
window — you did not think I heard — you accused her so
tenderly of having failed to go to Lady Harbroke's garden-
party, and you couldn't say what you meant in plain terms, but
you said, ' Why were you false ? ' "
" I didn't, I swear."

" Oh ! you did ; I heard every syllable ; ' false ' was the
word."

" Well, if I said ' false,' I must have been thinking of her
hair ; for she is really a very honest old woman."

At this moment a female voice in distress is heard, and poor
Lady May comes pushing out of the pretty little room, in which
Grace Maubray had placed her, sobbing and shedding floods of
tears.

" I can't stay there any longer, for I hear everything ; I can't
help hearing every word — honest old woman, and all —
opprobrious. Oh ! how can people be so ? how can they ? Oh !
I'm very angry — I'm very angry — I'm very angry !"

If Miss Maubray were easily moved to pity she might have
been at sight of the big innocent eyes turned up at her, from
which rolled great tears, making visible channels through the
paint down her cheeks. She sobbed and wept like a fat, good-
natured child, and pitifully she continued sobbing, " Oh, I'm
a-a-ho — very angry; wha-at shall I do-o-o, my dear? I-I'm
very angry — oh, oh — I'm very a-a-angry !"

"So am I," said Grace Maubray, with a fiery glance at the
young baronet, who stood fixed where he was, like an image of
death; "and I had intended, dear Lady May, telling you a
thing which Sir Richard Arden may as well hear, as I mean to
write to tell Alice to-day ; it is that I am to be married — I have
accepted Lord Wynderbroke — and — and that's all."

Sir Richard, I believe, said "Good-bye." Nobody heard
him. I don't think he remembers how he got on his horse. I

3'*

Checkmate.

don't think the ladies saw him leave the room — only, he was
gone.

Poor Lady May takes her incoherent leave. She has got her
veil over her face, to baffle curiosity. Miss Maubray stands at
the window, the tip of her ringer to her brilliant lip, contem-
plating Lady May as she gets in with a great jerk and swing of
the carriage, and she hears the footman say " Home," and sees
a fat hand, in a lilac glove, pull up the window hurriedly. Then
she sits down on a sofa, and laughs till she quivers again, and
tears overflow her eyes ; and she says in the intervals, alinos
breathlessly, —

" Oh, poor old thing ! I really am sorry. Who could have
thought she cared so much ? Poor old soul ! what a ridiculous
old thing ! "

Such broken sentences of a rather contemptuous pity rolled
and floated along the even current of her laughter.

CHAPTER LXVIL

BOND AND DEED.!

jHE summer span of days was gone ; it was quite dark,
and long troops of withered leaves drifted in rustling
trains over the avenue, as Mr. Levi, observant of his
appointment, drove up to the grand old front of
Mortlake, which in the dark spread before him like a house of
white mist.

" I shay," exclaimed Mr. Levi, softly, arresting the progress
of the cabman, who was about running up the steps, " I'll knock
myshelf — wait you there."

Mr. Levi was smoking. Standing at the base of the steps, he
looked up, and right and left with some curiosity. It was too
dark ; he could hardly see the cold glimmer of the windows that
reflected the gray horizon. Vaguely, however, he could see that
it was a grander place than he had supposed. He looked down
the avenue, and between the great trees over the gate he saw
the distant lights, and heard through the the dim air the chimes,
far off, from London steeples, succeeding one another, or
mingling faintly, and telling all whom it might concern the
solemn lesson of the flight of time.

Mr. Levi thought it might be worth while coming down in the
day-time, and looking over the house and place to see what could
be made of them ; the thing was sure to go a dead bargain. At
present he could see nothing but the wide, vague, grey front, and
the faint glow through the hall windows, which showed their
black outlines sharply enough.

" Well, ^sh come a mucker, anyhow," murmured Mr. Levi,
with one of his smiles that showed so wide his white sharp
teeth.

Checkmate.

He knocked at the door and rang the bell. It was not a footman,
but Crozier who opened it. The old servant of the family did
not like the greasy black curls, the fierce jet eyes, the sallow face
and the large, moist, sullen mouth, that presented themselves
under the brim of Mr. Levi's hat, nor the tawdry glirnmei ol
chains on his waistcoat, nor the cigar still burning in his fingers.
Sir Richard had told Crozier, however, that a Mr. Levi, whom
he described, was to call at a certain hour, on very particular
business, and was to be instantly admitted.

Mr. Levi looks round him, and extinguishes his cigar before
following Crozier, whose countenance betrays no small contempt
and dislike, as he eyes the little man askance, as if he would
like well to be uncivil to him.

Crozier leads him to the right, through a small apartment, to
a vast square room, long disused, still called the library, though but
few books remain on the shelves, and those in disorder. It is a
chilly night, and a little fire burns in the grate, over which Sir
Richard is cowering. Very haggard, the baronet starts up as
the name of his visitor is announced.

" Come in," cries Sir Richard, walking to meet him. " Here
—here I am, Levi, utterly ruined. There isn't a soul I dare tell
how I am beset, or anything to, but you. Do, for God's sake
take pity on me, and think of something ! my brain's quite gone
— you're such a clever fellow" (he is dragging Levi by the arm
all this time towards the candles : " do now, you're sure to see
some way out. It is a matter of honour; I only want time. If
I could only find my Uncle David : think of his selfishness —
good heaven ! was there ever man so treated ? an d there's the
bank letter — there — on the table ; you see it — dunning
me., the ungrateful harpies, for the trifle — what is it ? — three
hundred and something, I overdrew ; and that blackguard tallow-
chandler has been three times to my house in town, for payment
to-day, and it's more than I thought — near four thousand, he
says — the scoundrel ! It's just the same to him two months
hence ; he's full of money, the beast — a fellow like that — it's
delight to him to get hold of a gentleman, and he won't take a
bill — the lying rascal ! He is pressed for cash just now — a
pug-faced villain with three hundred thousand pounds ! Those
scoundrels ! I mean the people, whatever they are, that lent me
the money ; it turns out it was all but at sight, and they were
with my attorney to-day, and they won't wait. I wish I was
shot ; I envy the dead dogs rolling in the Thames ! By heaven ;
Levi, I'll say you're the best friend man ever had on eaith, 1
will, if you manage something ! I'll never forget it to you ; I'll
have it in my power, yet ! no one ever said I was ungrateful ; I
swear I'll be the making of you ! Do, Levi, think ; you're
accustomed to — to emergency, and unless you will, I'm

Bond and Deed, 3 1 9

utterly ruined — ruined, by heaven, before I have time to
think?"

The Jew listened to all this with his hands in his pockets,
leaning back in his chair, with his big eyes staring on tae wild
face of the baronet, and his heavy mouth hanging. He was
trying to reduce his countenance to vacancy.

" What about them shettlements, Sir Richard — a nishe young
lady with a ha-a-tful o' money?" insinuated Levi.

" I've been thinking over that, but it wouldn't do, \\ith my
affairs in this state, it would not be honourable or straight. Put
that quite aside."

Mr. Levi gaped at him for a moment solemnly, and turned
suddenly, and, brute as he was, spit on the Turkey carpet. He
was not, as you perceive, ceremonious ; but he could not allow
the baronet to see the laughter that without notice caught him
for a moment, and could think of no better way to account for
his turning away his head.

"That'sh wery honourable indeed," said the Jew, more solemn
than ever ; " and if you can't play in that direction, I'm afraid
you're in queer shtreet."

The baronet was standing before Levi, and at these words
from that dirty little oracle, a terrible chill stole up from his feet
to the crown of his head. Like a frozen man he stood there, and
the Jew saw that his very lips were white. Sir Richard feels, for
the first time, actually, that he is ruined.

The young man tries to speak, twice. The big eyes of the
Jew are staring up at the contortion. Sir Richard can see
nothing but those two big fiery eyes ; he turns quickly away and
walks to the end of the room.

"There's just one fiddle-string left to play on," muses the
Jew.

" For God's sake ! " exclaims Sir Richard, turning about, in a
voice you would not have known, and for fully a minute the
room was so silent you could scarcely have believed that two
men were breathing in it.

"Shir Richard, will you be so good as to come nearer
a bit? There, that'sh the cheeshe. I brought thish 'ere
thing."

It is a square parchment with a good deal of printed matter,
and blanks, written in, and a law stamp fixed with an awful re-
gularity, at the corner.

" Casht your eye over it," says Levi, coaxingly, as he pushes it
over the table to the young gentleman, who is sitting now at the
other side.

The young man looks at it, reads it, but just then, if it had
been a page of " Robinson Crusoe," he could not have under-
Stood it.

320 Checkmate.

" I'm not quite myself, I can't follow it ; too much to think of.
What is it?"

"A bond and warrant to confess judgment."
"What is it for?"
" Ten thoushand poundsh."

" Sign it, shall I ? Can you do anything with it ?
" Don't raishe your voishe, but lishten. Your iriend " — and
at the phrase Mr. Levi winked mysteriously — " has enough to
do it twishe over ; and upon my shoul, I'll shwear on the book,
azh I hope to be shaved, it will never shee the light ; he'll never
raishe a pig on it, sho' 'elp me, nor let it out of hish 'ands, till
he givesh it back to you. He can't ma-ake no ushe of it ; I
knowshe him well, and he'll pay you the ten thoushand to-
morrow morning, and he wantsh to shake handsh with you, and
make himself known to you, and talk a bit."

"But — but my signature wouldn't satisfy him," began Sir
Richard bewildered.

" Oh ! no — no, no?" murmured Mr. Levi, fiddling with the
corn r of the bank's reminder which lay on the table.
" Mr. Longcluse won't sign it," said Sir Richard.
Mr. Levi threw himself back in his chair, and looked with a
roguish expression still upon the table, and gave the corner of
the note a little fillip.

" Well,1' said Levi, after both had been some time silent, "it
ain't much, only to write his name on the penshil line, there, you
see, and there — he shouldn't make no bonesh about it. Why,
it's done every day. Do you think I'd help in a thing of the
short if there was any danger ? The Sheneral's come to town, is
he ? What are you afraid of? Don't you be a shild — ba-ah ! "
All this Mr. Levi said so low that it was as if he were whis-
pering to the table, and he kept looking down as he put the
parchment over to Sir Richard, who took it in his hand, and the
bond trembled so much that he set it down again.
" Leave it with me," he said faintly.
Levi got up with an unusual hectic in each cheek, and his
eyes very brilliant.

" I'll meet you what time you shay to-night ; you had besht
take a little time. It'sh ten now. Three hoursh will do it. IT
go on to my offish by one o'clock, and you come any time
from one to two."

Sir Richard was trembling.

" Between one and two, mind. Hang it ! Shir Richard, don't

you be a fool about nothing," whispers the Jew, as black as

thunder.

He is fumbling in his breast-pocket, and pulling out a sheaf <
letters ; he selects one, which he throws upon the parchmei
that lies open on the table.

Bond and Deed.

321

the note you forgot in my offish yeshterday,
ne shined to it. There, now you have every-

« That'sh
withhish n
thing."

Without any form of valediction, the Jew had left the room.
Sir Richard sits with his teeth set, and a strange frown upon his
face, scarcely breathing. He hears the cab drive away. Before
him on the table lie the papers.

CHAPTER LXVIII.
SIR RICHARD'S RESOLUTION.

j]WO hours had passed, and more, of solitude. With a
candle in his hand, and his hat and great-coat on,
Sir Richard Arden came out into the hall. His trap
awaited him at the door.

In the interval of his solitude, something incredible has hap-
penedto him. It is over. A spectral secret accompanies him
henceforward. A devil sits in his pocket, in that parchment.
He dares not think of himself. Something sufficient to shake
the world of London, and set all English Christian tongues
throughout the earth wagging on one theme, has happened.

Does he repent ? One thing is certain : he dares not falter.
Something within him once or twice commanded him to throw
his crime into the fire, while yet it is obliterable. But what
then? what of to-morrow ?$ Into that sheer black sea of ruin,
that reels and yawns as deep as eye can fathom beneath him,
he must dive and see the light no more. Better his chance.

He won't think of what he has done, of what he is going to
do. He suspects his courage : he dares not tempt his cowardice.
Biaver, perhaps, it would have been to meet the worst at
once. But surely, according to the theory of chances, we have
played the true game. Is not a little time gained, everything?
Are we not in friendly hands? Has not that little scoundrel
committed himself, by an all but actual participation in the
affair? It can never come to that. "I have only to confess,
and throw myself at Uncle David's feet, and the one dangerous
debt would instantly be brought up and cancelled."

These thoughts came vaguely, and on his heart lay an all but
insupportable load. The sight of the staircase reminded him
that Alice must long since have gone to her room. He yearned
to see her and say good-night. It was the last farewell that the
brother she had known from her childhood till now should ever

Sir Richard's Resolution. 323

speak or look. That brother was to die to-night, and a spirit
of guik to come in his stead.

He taps lightly at her door. She is asleep. He opens it, and
dimly sees her innocent head upon the pillow. If his shadow
were cast upon her dream, what an image would she have seen
looking in at the door ! A sudden horror seizes him — he draws
back and closes the door ; on the lobby he pauses. It was a
last moment of grace. He stole down the stairs, mounted his
tax-cart, took the reins from his servant in silence, and drove
swiftly into town. In Parliament Street, near the corner of the
street leading to Levi's office, they passed a policeman, lounging
on the flagway. Richard Arden is in a strangely nervous state ;
he fancies he will stop and question him, and he touches the
horse with the whip to get quickly by.

In his breast-pocket he carried his ghastly secret. A pretty
business if he happened to be thrown out, and a policeman
should make an inventory of his papers, as he lay insensible in
an hospital — a pleasant thing if he were robbed in these
villanous streets, and the bond advertised, for a reward, by a
pretended finder. A nice thing, good heaven ! if it should
wriggle and slip its way out of his pocket, in the jolting and
tremble of the drive, and fall into London hands, either rascally
or severe. He pulled up, and gave the reins to the servant, and
felt, however gratefully, with his fingers, the crisp crumple of the
parchment under the cloth ! Did his servant look at him oddly
as he gave him the reins ? Not he ; but Sir Richard began to
suspect him and everything. He made him stop near the angle
of the street, and there he got down, telling him rather savagely
— for his fancied look was still in the baronet's brain — not to
move an inch from that spot.

It was half-past one as his steps echoed down the street in
which Mr. Levi had his office. There was a figure leaning with
its back in the recess of Levi's door, smoking. Sir Richard's
temper was growing exasperated.

It was Levi himself. Upstairs they stumble in the dark. Mr.
Levi has not said a word. He is not treating his visitor with
much ceremony. He lets himself into his office, secured with a
heavy iron bar, and a lock that makes a great clang, and pro-
ceeds to light a candle. The flame expands and the light shows
well-barred shutters, and the familiar objects.

When Mr. Levi had lighted a second candle, he fixed his great
black eyes on the young baronet, who glances over his shoulder
at the door, but the Jew has secured it. Their eyes meet for a
moment, and Sir Richard places his hand nervously in his
breast-pocket and takes out the parchment. Levi nods and
extends his hand. Each now holds it by a corner, and as Sir
Richard lets it go hesitatingly, he says faintly —

324 Checkmate.

" Levi, you wouldn't — you could not run any risk with that?"

Levi stands by his great iron safe, with the big key in his
hand. He nods in reply, and locking up the document, he
knocks his knuckles on the iron door, with a long and solemn
wink.

" Sha-afe ! — that'sh the word," says he, and then he drops the
keys into his pocket again.

There was a silence of a minute or more. A spell was steal-
ing over them ; an influence was in the room. Each eyed the
other, shrinkingly, as a man might eye an assassin. The Jew
knew that there was danger in that silence ; and yet he could not
break it. He could not disturb the influence acting on Richard
Arden's mind. It was his good angel's last pleading, before the
long farewell

In a dreadful whisper Richard Arden speaks : —

" Give me that parchment back," says he.

Satan finds his tongue again.

" Give it back ? " repeats Levi, and a pause ensues. " Of
course I'll give it back ; and I wash my hands of it and you,
and you're throwing away ten thoushand poundsh for nothing?

Levi was taking out his keys as he spoke, and as he fumbled
them over one by one, he said —

" You'll want a lawyer in the Insholwent Court, and you'd find
Mishter Sholomonsh azh shatisfactory a shengleman azh any in
London. He'sh an auctioneer, too ; and there'sh no good in
your meetin' that friendly cove here to-morrow, for he'sh one o*
them honourable chaps, and he'll never look at you after your
schedule's lodged, and the shooner that'sh done the better ; and
them women we was courting, won't they laugh ! "

Hereupon, with great alacrity, Mr. Levi began to apply the
key to the lock.

" Don't mind. Keep it ; and mind, you d d little swindler,

so sure as you stand there, if you play me a trick, I'll blow your
brains out, if it were in the police-office ! "

Mr. Levi looked hard at him, and nodded. He was
accustomed to excited language in certain situations.

''Well," said he coolly, a second time returning the keys to his
pocket, " your friend will be here at twelve to-morrow, and if
you please him as well as he expects, who knows wha-at may
be? If he leavesh you half hish money, you'll not 'ave many
bill transhactionsh on your handsh."

" May God Almighty have mercy on me ! " groans Sir Richard,
hardly above his breath.

" You shall have the cheques then. He'll be here all right."

" I — I forget ; did you say an hour? "

Levi repeats the hour. Sir Richard walks slowly to the stairs,
down which Levi lights him. Neither speaks.

Sir Richard's Resolution. 325

In a few minutes more the young gentleman is driving rapidly
to his town house, where he means to end that long-re-
membered night.

When he had got to his room, and dismissed his valet, he sat
down. He looked round, and wondered how collected he now
was. The situation seemed like a dream, or his sense of danger
had grown torpid. He could not account for the strange in-
difference that had come over him. He got quickly into bed.
It was late, and he exhausted, and aided, I know not by what
narcotic, he slept a constrained, odd sleep — black as Erebus —
the thread of which snaps suddenly, and he is awake with a
heart beating fast, as if from a sudden start. A hard bitter
voice has said close by the pillow, ''You are the first Arden that
ever did that ! " and with these words grating in his ears, he
awoke, and had a confused remembrance of having been dream-
ing of his father.

Another dream, later on, startled him still more. He was in
Levi's office, and while they were talking over the horrid docu-
ment, in a moment it blew out of the window ; and a lean, ill-
looking man, in a black coat, like the famous person who, in old
woodcuts picked up the shadow of Peter Schlemel^caught the
parchment from the pavement, and with his eyes fixed corner-
wise upon him, and a dreadful smile, tapped his long finger on
the bond, and with wide paces stepped swiftly away with it ia
his hand.

Richard Arden started up in his bed ; the cold moisture of
terror was upon his forehead, and for a moment he did not
know where he was, or how much of his vision was
real. The grey twilight of early morning was over the town.
He welcomed the light ; he opened the window-shutters wide.
He looked from the window down upon the street. A lean man
with tattered black, with a hammer in his hand, just as the
man in his dream had held the roll of parchment, was slowly
stepping with long strides away from his house, along the street.

As his thoughts .cleared, his panic increased. Nothing had
happened between the time of his lying down and his up-rising
to alter his situation, and the same room sees him now half
mad.

CHAPTER LXIX

to

THE MEETING.

EAR the appointed hour, he walked across the park,
and through the Horse Guards, and in a few
minutes more was between the tall old-fashioned
houses of the street in which Mr. Levi's office is
be found. He passes by a dingy hired coach, with a
tarnished crest on the door, and sees two Jewish-looking
men inside, both smiling over some sly joke. Whose door
are they waiting at ? He supposes another Jewish office seeks
the shade of that pensive street.

Mr. Levi opened his office door for his handsome client.
They were quite to themselves. Mr. Levi did not look well.
He received him with a nod. He shut the door when Sir
Richard was in the room.

" He'sh not come yet. We'll talk to him inshide." He indi-
cates the door of the inner room, with a little side jerk of his
head. " That'sh private. He hazh that— thing all right."

Sir Richard says nothing. He follows Levi into a small inner
room, which had, perhaps, originally been a lady's boudoir, and
had afterwards, one might have conjectured, served as the
treasury of cash and jewels of a pawn-office ; for its door was
secured with iron bar§, and two great locks, and the windows
were well barred with iron. There were two huge iron safes in
the room, built into the wall.

" I'll show you a beauty of a dresshing-ca-ashe," said Levi,
rousing himself ; " I'll shell it a dead bargain, and give time for
half, if you knowsh any young shwell as wantsh such a harticle.
Look here ; it was made for the Duchess of Horleans— all in
gold, hemerald, and brilliantsh."

And thus haranguing, he displayed its contents, and turned
them over, staring on them with a livid admiration. Sir

The Meeting. 327

Richard is not thinking of the duchess's dressing-case, nor is
he much more interested when Mr. Levi goes on to tell him,
" There' sh three executions against peersh out thish week — two
gone down to the country. Sholomonsh nobbled Lord

laughs and wriggles pleasantly over the picti
he'sh coming," says Levi suddenly, inclining his ear toward the
door. He looked back over his shoulder with an odd look, a
little stern, at the young gentleman.

"Who?" asked the young man, a little uncertain, in
consequence of the character of that look.

"Your — that — your friend, of course," said Levi, with his
eyes again averted, and his ear near the door.

It was a moment of trepidation and of hope to Richard
Arden. He hears the steps of several persons in the next room.
Levi opens a little bit of the door, and peeps through, and
with a quick glance towards the baronet, he whispers, " Ay, it's
him."

Oh, blessed hope ! here comes, at last, a powerful friend to
take him by the hand, and draw him, in his last struggle, from
the whirlpool.

Sir Richard glances towards the door through which the Jew
is still looking, and signing with his hand as, little by little, he
opens it wider and wider ; and a voice in the next room, at
sound of which Sir Richard starts to his feet, says sharply, " Is
all right ? "

" All right" replies Levi, getting aside ; and Mr. Longcluse
entered the room and shut the door.

His pale face looked paler than usual, his thin cruel lips were
closed, his nostrils dilated with a terrible triumph, and his eyes
were fixed upon Arden, as he held the fatal parchment in his
hand.

Levi saw a scowl so dreadful contract Sir Richard Arden's
face — was it pain, or was it fury ? — that, drawing back as far as
the wall would let him, he almost screamed, "It ain't me! — it
ain't my fault ! — I can't help it ! — I couldn't ! — I can't ! " His
right hand was in his pocket, and his left, trembling violently,
extended toward him, as if to catch his arm.

But Richard Arden was not thinking of him — did not hear
him. He was overpowered. He sat down in his chair. He
leaned back with a gasp and a faint laugh, like a man just
overtaken by a wave, and lifted half-drowned from the sea.
Then, with a sudden cry, he threw his hands and head on the
table.

There was no token of relenting in Longcluse's cruel face.
There was a contemptuous pleasure in it. He did not remove

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Checkmate.

his eyes from that spectacle of abasement as he replaced the
parchment in his pocket. There is a silence of about a minute,
and Sir Richard sits up and says vaguely, —

" Thank God, it's over ! Take me away ; I'm ready to go."
" You shall go, time enough ; I have a word to say first," said
Longcluse, and he signs to the Jew to leave them.

On being left to themselves, the first idea that struck Sir
Richard was the wild one of escape. He glanced quickly at the
window. It was barred with iron. There were men in the ney.t
room — he could not tell how many — aikl he was without arms.
The hope lighted up, and almost at the same moment expired.

CHAPTER LXX.

MR. LONGCLUSE PROPOSES.

jjLEAR your head," says Mr. Longcluse, sternly,
seating himself before Sir Richard, with the table
between ; " you must conceive a distinct idea of
your situation, Sir, and I shall then tell you some-
thing that remains. You have committed a forgery under
aggravated circumstances, for which I shall have you convicted
and sentenced to penal servitude at the next sessions. I have
been a good friend to you on many occasions ; you have been a
false one to me — who baser ? — and while I was anonymously
helping you with large sums of money, you forged my name to
a legal instrument for ten thousand pounds, to swindle your un-
known benefactor, little suspecting who he was."

Longcluse smiled.

"I have heard how you spoke of me. I'm an adventurer, a
leg, an assassin, a person whom you were compelled to drop ;
rather a low person, I fear, if a felon can't afford to sit beside
me ! You were always too fine a man for me. Your get up was
always peculiar ; you were famous lor that. It will soon be
more singular still, when your hair and your clothes are cut after
the fashion of the great world you are about to enter. How your
friends will laugh ?"

Sir Richard heard all this with a helpless stare.

" I have only to stamp on the ground, to call up the men who
will accomplish your transformation. I can change your life by
a touch, into convict dress, diet, labour, lodging, for the rest of
your days. What plea have you to offer to my mercy ?"

Sir Richard would have spoken, but his voice failed him.
With a second effort, however, he said — "Would it not be more
manly if you let me meet my fate, without this."

"And you are such an admirable judge of what is manly; or

330 Checkmate.

even gentlemanlike!" said Longcluse. "Now,mind, I shall arrest
you in five minutes, on your three over-due bills. The men with
the writ are in the next room. I sha'n't immediately arrest you
for the forgery. That shall hang over you. I mean to make
you, for a while, my instrument. Hear, and understand ; I
mean to marry your sis er. She don't like me, but she suits me ;
: I have chosen her, and I'll not be baulked. When that is ac-
complished, you are safe. No man likes to see his brother a
spectacle of British justice, with cropped hair, and a log to his
foot. I may hate and despise you, as you deserve, but that
would not do. Failing that, however, you shall have justice, I
promise you. The course I propose taking is this : you shall be
arrested here, for debt. You will be good enough to allow the
people who take you, to select your present place of confinement.
It is arranged. I will then, by a note, appoint a place of meet-
ing for this evening, where I shall instruct you as to the parti-
culars of that course of conduct I prescribe for you. If you
mean to attempt an escape, you had better try it nowj I will
give you fourteen hours' start, and undertake to catch and bring
you back to London as a forger. If you make up your mind to
submit to fate, and do precisely as you are ordered, you may
emerge. But on the slightest evasion, prevarication, or default,
the blow descends. In the meantime we treat each other civilly
before these people. Levi is in my hands, and you, I presume,
keep your own secret."

"That is all?" inquired Sir Richard, faintly, after a minute's
silence.

"All for the present," was the reply ; " you will see more
clearly, by-and-by, that you are my property, and you will act
accordingly."

The two Jewish-looking gentlemen, whom Richard had
passed in a conference in their carriage which stood now at the
steps of the house, were the sheriff's officers destined to take
charge of the fallen gentleman, and convey him, by Levi's direc-
tion, to a " sponging house," which, I believe, belonged jointly
to him and his partner, Mr. Goldshed.

It was on the principle, perhaps, on which hunters tame wild
beasts, by a sojourn at the bottom of a pit-fall, that Mr. Long-
cluse doomed the young baronet to some ten hours' solitary con-
templation of his hopeless immeshment in that castle of Giant
Despair, before taking him out and setting him again before
him, for the purpose of instructing him in the conditions and
duties of the direful life on which he was about to enter.

Mr. Longcluse left the baronet suddenly, and returned to
Levi's office no more.

Sir Richard's role was cast. He was to figure, at least first,
as a captive in the drama for which fate had selected him. He

Mr. Longcluse Proposes. 331

had no wish to retard the progress of the piece. Nothing more
odious than his present situation was likely to come.

"You have something to say to me ?" said the baronet, mak-
ing tender, as it were, of himself. The offer was, obligingly,
accepted, and the sheriffs, by his lieutenants, made prisoner of
Sir Richard Arden, who strode down the stairs between them,
and entered the seedy coach, and sitting as far back as he could,
drove rapidly toward the City.

Stunned and confused, there was but one image vividly pre-
sent to his recollection, and tint was the baleful face of Walter
Longcluse.

CHAPTER LXXI.

NIGHT.

T about eight o'clock that evening,
reached Alice Arden, at Mortlake.
brother, and said, —

a hurried note
It was from her

"Mv DARLING ALICE,

" I can't get away from town to-night, I am overwhelmed
with business ; but to-morrow, before dinner, I hope to see you, and
stay at Mortlake till next morning. — Your affectionate brother,

"DICK."

The house was quiet earlier than in former times, when Sir
Reginald, of rakish memory, was never in his bed till past three
o'clock in the morning. Mortlake was an early house now, and
all was still by a quarter past eleven. The last candle burning
was usually that in Mrs. Tansey's room. She had not yet gone
to bed, and was still in "the housekeeper's room," when a tap-
ping came at the window. It reminded her of Mr. Longcluse's
visit on the night of the funeral.

She was now the only person up in the house, except Alice,
who was at the far side of the building, where, in the next room
her maid was in bed asleep. Alice, who sat at her dressing-
table, reading, with her long rich hair dishevelled over her
shoulders, was, of course, quite out of hearing.

Martha went to the window with a little frown of uncertainty
Opening a bit of the shutter, she saw Sir Richard's face close to
her. Was ever old housekeeper so pestered by nightly tappings
at her window-pane ?

" La ! who'd a thought o' seeing you, Master Richard 1 why

Night.

333

cm told Miss Alice you'd not be here till to-morrow !" she says
ectishly. holding the candle high above her head.

He makes a sign of caution to her, and placing his lips near
he pane, says, —

" Open the window the least bit in life."
With a dark stare in his face, she obeys. An odd approach,
surely, for a master to make to his own house !

'• No one up in the house but you ?" he whispers, as soon as
the window is open.
" Not one ! "

" Don't say a word, only listen : come, softly, round to the
hall-door, and let me in ; and light those candles there, and
bring them with you to the hall. Don't let a creature know I.
have been here, and make no noise for your life !"

The old woman nodded with the same little frown ; and he,
pointing toward the hall door, walks away silently in that
direction.

"What makes you look so white and dowley ?" mutters
the old woman, as she secures the window, and bars the
shutters again.

" Good creature !" whispers Sir Richard, as he enters the
hall, and places his hand kindly on her shoulder, and with a
very dark look; "you have always been true to me, Martha,
and I depend on your good sense ; not a word of my having
been here to any one — not to Miss Alice ! I have to search for
papers. I shall be here but an hour or so. Don't lock or bar
the door, mind, and get to your bed ! Don't come up this way
again — good-night !"
"Won't you have some supper?*
"No, thanks."

"A glass of sherry and a bit o' something ?"
" Nothing."

And he places his hand on her shoulder gently, and looks
toward the corridor that led to her room ; then taking up one of
the candles she had left alight on the table in the hall, he
says,—

" I'll give you a light," and he repeats, with a wondrous heavy
sigh, " Good-night, dear old Martha."

" God bless ye, Master Dick. Ye must chirp up a bit, mind,"
she says very kindly, with an earnest look in her face. " I'm
getting to rest — ye needn't fear me walkin' about to trouble ye.
But ye must be careful to shut the hall-door close. I agree, aa
it is a thing to be done ; but ye must also knock at my bed-room
window when ye've gane out, for I must get up, and lock the
door, and make a' safe ; and don't ye forget, Master Richard,
what I tell ye."

He held the candle at the end of the corridor, down which the

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Checkmate.

•wiry old woman went quickly ; and when he returned to the
hall, and set the candle down again, he felt faint. In his ears
are ever the terrible words : " Mind, / take command of the
house, / dispose of and appoint the servants ; I don't appear,
you do all ostensibly — but from garret to cellar, I'm master.
I'll look it over, and tell you what is to be done."

Sir Richard roused himself, and having listened at the stair-
case, he very softly opened the hall-door. The spire of the o\d
church showed hoar in the moonlight. At the left, from
under a deep shadow of elms, comes silently a tall figure, and
softly ascends the hall-door steps. The door is closed gently.

Alice sitting at her dressing-table, half an hour later, thought
she heard steps — lowered her book, and listened. But no
sound followed. Again the same light foot-falls disturbed her
— and again, she was growing nervous. Once more she heard
them, very stealthily, and now on the same floor on which her
room was. She stands up breathless. There is no noise now.
She was thinking of waking her maid, but she remembered
that she and Louisa Diaper had in a like alarm, discovered old
Martha, only two or three nights before, poking about the
china-closet, dusting and counting, at one o'clock in the morn-
ing, and had then exacted a promise that she would visit that
repository no more, except at seasonable hours. But old
Martha was so pig-headed, and would take it for granted that
she was fast asleep, and would rather fidget through the
house and poke up everything at that hour than at any
other.

Quite persuaded of this, Alice takes her candle, determined
to scold that troublesome old thing, against whom she is fired
with the irritation that attends on a causeless fright. She
walks along the gallery quickly, in slippers, flowing dressing-
gown and hair, with her candle in her hand, to the head of the
stairs, through the great window of which the moonlight streams
brightly. Through the keyhole of the door at the opposite
side, a ray of candlelight is visible, and from this room opens
the china-closet, which is no doubt the point of attraction for
the troublesome visitant. Holding the candle high in her left
hand, Alice opens the door.

What she sees is this — a pair of candles burning on a small
table, on which, with a pencil, Mr. Longcluse is drawing, it
seems, with care, a diagram ; at the same moment he raises his
eyes, and Richard Arden, who is standing with one hand
placed on the table over which he is leaning a little, looks
quickly round, and rising walk? straight to the door, interposing
between her and Longcluse.

" Oh, Alice ? You didn't expect r^ • I'm very busy, looking
for — looking over papers. Don't mint

I

Night. 335

He had placed his hands gently on her shoulders, and she
receded as he advanced.

"Oh! it don't matter. I thought — I thought — I did not
know."

She was smiling her best. She was horrified. He looked
like a ghost. Alice was gazing piteously in his face, and with a
little laugh, she began to cry convulsively.

" What is the matter with the little fool ! There, there —
don't, don't — nonsense ! "

With an effort she recovered herself.

" Only a little startled, Dick ; I did not think you were there
— good-night."

And she hastened back to her chamber, and locked the door ;
and running into her maid's room, sat down on the side of her
bed, and wept hysterically. To the imploring inquiries of her
maid, she repeated only the words, " I am frightened," and left
her in a startled perplexity.

She knew that Longcluse had seen her, and he, that she had
seen him. Their eyes had met. He saw with a bleak rage
the contracting look of horror, so nearly hatred, that she fixed
on him for a breathless moment. There was a tremor ot fury
at his heart, as if it could have sprung at her, from his breast,
at her throat, and murdered her ; and — she looked so beautiful !
He gazed with an idolatrous admiration. Tears were welling
to his eyes, and yet he would have laughed to see her weltering
on the floor. A madman for some tremendous seconds !

CHAPTER LXXII.

MEASURES.

JBOUT twelve o'clock next day Richard Arden showed
himself at Mortlake. It was a beautiful autumnal
day, and the mellow sun fell upon a foliage that was
fading into russet and yellow. Alice was looking
out trom the open window, on the noble old timber whose
wide-spread boughs and thinning leaves caught the sunbeams
pleasantly. She had heard her brother and his companion go
down the stairs, and saw them, from the window, walk quickly
down the avenue, till the trees hid them from view. She
thought that some of the servants were up, and that the door
was secured on their departure ; and the effect of the shock
she had received gradually subsiding, she looked to her next
interview with her brother for an explanation of the occurrence
which had so startled her.

That interview was approaching ; the cab drove up to the
steps, and her brother got out. Anxiously she looked, but no
one followed him, and the driver shut the cab-door. Sir
Richard kissed his hand to her, as she stood in the window.

From the hall the house opens to the right and left, in two
suites of rooms. The room in which Alice stood was called
the sage-room, from its being hung in sage-green leather,
stamped in gold. It is a small room to the left, and would
answer very prettily for a card party or a tete-a-t£te. Alice had
her work, her books, and her music there ; she liked it because
the room was small and cheery.

The door opened, and her brother comes in.

" Good Dick, to come so early ! welcome, darling," she said,
putting her arms about his neck, as he stooped and kissed her,
smiling.

He looked very ill, and his smile was painful

" That was an odd little visit I paid last night," said he, with

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his dark eyes fixed on her, inquiringly she thought — " very late
— quite unexpected. You are quite well to-day? — you look
Nourishing."

" I wish I could say as much for you, Dick ; I'm afraid you
are tiring yourself to death."

" I had some one with me last night," said Sir Richard, with
his eye still upon her ; " I — I don't know whether you perceived
that."

Alice looked away, and then said carelessly, but very
gravely —

" I did — I saw Mr. Longcluse. I could not believe my eyes,
Dick. You must promise me one thing."

"What is that?"

"That he sha'n't come into this house any more — while I am
here, I mean."

" That is easily promised," said he.

" And what did he come about, Dick ? "

" Oh ! he came — he came — I thought I told you ; he came
about papers. I did not tell you '; but he has, after all, turned
out very friendly. He is going to do me a very important
service."

She looked very much surprised.

The young man glanced through the window, to which he
walked ; he seemed embarrassed, and then turning to her, he
said peevishly —

" You seem to think, Alice, that one can never make a mis-
take, or change an opinion.1'

" But I did not say so ; only, Dick, I must tell you that I
have such a horror of that man — a terror of him — as nothing
can ever get over."

" I'm to blame for that."

"No, I can't say you are. I don't mind stories so much as
»

"As what?"

"As looks."

" Looks ! Why, you used tc think him a gentlemanly-look-
ing fellow, and so he is."

" Looks and langrtage}' said Alice.

" I thought he was a very civil fellow."

" I sha'n't dispute anything. I suppose you have found him
a good friend after all, as you say."

" As good a friend as most men," said Sir Richard, growing
pale; "they all act from interest: where interests are the same,
men are friends. But he has saved me from a great deal, and
he may do more ; and I believe I was too hasty about those
stories, and I think you were right when you refused to believe
them without proof,"

338

Checkmate.

" I daresay — I don't know — I believe my senses — and all I
say is this, if Mr. Longcluse is to come here any more, I must
go. He is no gentleman, I think — that is, I can't describe how
I dislike him — how I hate him ! I'm afraid of him ! Dick,
you look ill and unhappy : what's the matter ! "

" I'm well enough — I'm better ; we shall be better — all better
by-and-by. I wish the next five weeks were over ! We must
leave this, we must go to Arden Court ; I will send some of the
servants there first. I am going to tell them now, they must
get the house ready. You shall keep your maid here with you ;
and when all is ready in Yorkshire, we shall be off — Alice,
Alice, don't mind me — I'm miserable — mad !" he says suddenly,
and covers his face with his hands, anu» for the first time for
years, he is crying bitter tears.

Alice was by his side, alarmed, curious, grieved ; and with all
these emotions mingling in her dark eyes and beautiful features,
as she drew his hand gently away, with a rush of affectionate
entreaties and inquiries.

" It is all very fine, Alice," he exclaims, with a sudden bitter-
ness ; " but I don't believe, to save me from destruction, you
would sacrifice one of your least caprices, or reconcile one of
your narrowest prejudices."

" What can you mean, dear Richard ? o:*ry tell me how I can
be of any use. You can't mean, of course "

She stops with a startled look at him. "You know, dear
Dick, that was always out of the question : and surely you
have heard that Lord Wynderbroke is to be married to Grace
Maubray ? It is all settled."

Quite another thought had been in Richard's mind, but he
was glad to accept Alice's conjecture.

" Yes, so it is — so, at least, it is said to be — but I am so
worried and distracted, I half forget things. Girls are such
jolly fools ; they throw good men away, and lose themselves.
What is to become of you, Alice, if things go wrong with me !
I think the old times were best, when the old people settled
•vho was to marry whom, and there was no disputing their
•decision, and marriages were just as happy, and courtships a
great deal simpler ; and I am very sure there were fewer secret
repinings, and broken hearts, and — threadbare old maids.
Don't you be a fool, Alice ; mind what I say."

He is leaving the room, but pauses at the door, and returns,
arid places his hand on her arm, looking in her face, and says —

" Yes, mind what I say, for God's sake, and we may all be a
great deal happier."

He kisses her, and is gone. Her eyes follow him, as she
thinks with a sigh —

" How strange Dick is growing ! I'm afraid he has been

Measures. 339

playing again, and losing. It must have been something very
urgent that induced him to make it up again with that low malig-
nant man ; and this break-up, and journey to Arden Court ! I
think I should prefer being there. . There is something ominous
about this place, picturesque as it is, and much as I like it. But
the journey to Yorkshire is only another of the imaginary
excursions Dick has been proposing every fortnight ; and next
year, and the year after, will find us, I suppose, just where we are."

But this conjecture, for once, was mistaken. It was, this time.
a veritable break-up and migration ; for Martha Tansey came
in, with the importance of a person who has a matter of moment
to talk over.

" Here's something sudden, Miss Alice ; I suppose you've
heard. Off to Arden Court in the mornin'. Crozier and me •.
the footman discharged, and you to follow with Master Richard
in a week."

" Oh, then, it is settled. Well, Martha, I am not sorry, and I
daresay you and Crozier won't be sorry to see old Yorkshire
faces again, and the Court, and the rookery, and the orchard."

" I don't mind ; glad enough to see a'ad faces, but I'm a bit
o'er a'ad myself for such sudden flittins, and Manx and Darwent,
and the rest, is to go by night train to-morrow, and not a house-
maid left in Mortlake. But Master Richard says a's provided,
and 'twill be but a few days after a's done ; and ye'll be down,
then, at Arden by the middle o' next week, and I'm no sa sure
the change mayn't serve ye ; and as your uncle, Master David,
and Lady May Penrose, and Miss Maubray — a strackle-brained
lass she is, I doubt — and to think o' that a'ad fule, Lord Wynder-
uroke, takin' sich a young, bonny hizzy to wife ! La bless ye.'
she'll play the hangment wi' that a'ad gowk of a lord, and all
his goold guineas won't do. His kist o' money won't hod na
time, I warrant ye, when once that lassie gets her pretty fingers
under the lid. There'll be gaains on in that house, I warrant,
not but he's a gude man, and a fine gentleman as need be," she
added, remembering her own strenuous counsel in his favour,
when he was supposed to be paying his court to Alice ; " and if
he was mated wi' a gude lassie, wi' gude blude in her veins,
would doubtless keep as honourable a house, and hod his head
as high as any lord o' them a'. But as I was saying, Miss Alice,
now that Master David, and Lady May, and Miss Maubray, has
left Lunnon, there's no one here to pay ye a visit, and ye'd be
fairly buried alive here in Mortlake, and ye'll be better, and sa
will we a', down at Arden, for a bit ; and there's gentle folk
down there as gude as ever rode in Lunnon streets, mayhap,
and better ; and mony a squire, that ony leddy in the land
might be proud to marry, and not one but would be glad to
match wi' an Arden."

340

Checkmate.

" That is a happy thought," said Alice, laughing.

" And so it is, and no laughing matter," said Martha, a little
offended, as she stalked out of the room, and closed the door,
grandly, after her.

" And God bless you, dear old Martha," said the young lady,
looking towards the door through which she had just passed ;
" the truest and kindest soul on earth."

Sir Richard did not come back. She saw him no more that
evening.

CHAPTER LXXlll.
AT THE BAR OF THE " GUY OF WARWICK."

EXT evening there came, not Richard, but a note say-
ing that he would see Alice the moment he could get
away from town. As the old servant departed
northward, her solitude for the first time began to
grow irksome, and as the night approached, worse even than
gloomy.

Her extemporised household made her laugh. It was not
even a skeleton establishment. The kitchen department had
dwindled to a single person, who ordered her luncheon and
dinner, only two or three plats, daily, from the " Guy of
Warwick." The housemaid's department was undertaken by a
single servant, a short, strong woman of some sixty years of
age.

This person puzzled Alice a good deal. She came to her, like
the others, with a note from her brother, stating her name, and
that he had engaged her for the few days they meant to remain
roughing it at Mortlake, and that he had received a very good
account of her.

This woman has not a bad countenance. There is, indeed,
no tenderness in it ; but there is a sort of hard good-humour.
There are quickness and resolution. She talks fluently of her-
self and her qualifications, and now and then makes a short
curtsey. But she takes no notice of any one of Alice's
questions.

A silence sometimes follows, during which Alice repeats her
interrogatory perhaps twice, with growing indignation, and then
the new comer breaks into a totally independent talk, and
leaves the young lady wondering at her disciplined imperti-
nence. It was not till her second visit that she enlightened
her.
" I did not send for you. You can go ! " said Alice.

342

Checkmate.

" I don't like a house that has children in it, they gives a deal
o' trouble," said the woman.

" But I say you may go ; you must go, please."

The woman looked round the room.

" When I was with Mrs. Montgomery, she had five, three
girls and two boys ; la ! there never was five such "

" Go, this moment, please, I insist on your going ; do you
hear me, pray ?"

But so far from answering, or obeying, this cool intruder con-
tinues her harangue before Miss Arden gets half way to the
end of her little speech.

" That woman was the greatest fool alive — nothing but spoil-
ing and petting — I could not stand it no longer, so I took
Master Tommy by the lug, and pulled him out of the kitchen,
the limb, along the passage to the stairs, every inch, and I gave
him a slap in the face, the fat young rascal ; you could hear all
over the house ! and didn't he rise the roof ! So missus and
me, we quarrelled upon it."

" If you don't leave the room, / must ; and I shall tell my
brother, Sir Richard, how you have behaved yourself ; and you
may rely upon it "

But here again she is overpowered by the strong voice of her
visitor.

" It was in my next place, at Mr. Crump's, I took cold in my
head, very bad, Miss, indeed, looking out of window to see
two fellows fighting, in the lane — in both ears — and so I lost
my hearing, and I've been deaf as a post ever since ! "

Alice could not resist a laugh at her own indignant eloquence
quite thrown away ; and she hastily wrote with a pencil on a
slip of paper : —

" Please don't come to me except when I send for you."

" La ! Ma'am, I forgot ! " exclaims the woman, when she
had examined it ; " my orders was not to read any of your
writing."

" Not to read any of my writing ! " said Alice, amazed ; " then,
how am I to tell you what I wish about anything ?" she inquires,
for the moment forgetting that not one word of her question was
heard. The woman makes a curtsey and retires. " What can
Richard have meant by giving her such a direction ? I'll asl
him when he comes."

It was likely enough that the woman had misunderstood him,
still she began to wish the little interval destined to be passed
at Mortlake before her journey to Yorkshire, ended.

She told her maid, Louisa Diaper, to go down to the kitchen
and find out all she could as to what people were in the
house, and what duties they had undertaken, and when her
brother was likely to arrive.

At the Bar of the " Guy of Warwick? 343

Louisa Diaper, slim, elegant, and demure, descended among
these barbarous animals. She found in the kitchen, unex-
pectedly, a male stranger, a small, slight man, with great black
eyes, a big sullen mouth, a sallow complexion, and a pro-
fusion of black ringlets. The deaf woman was conning over
some writing of his on a torn-off blank leaf of a letter, and
he was twiddling about the pencil, with which he had just
traced it, in his fingers, and, in a singing drawl, holding forth
to the other woman, who, with a long and high canvas apron
on, and the handle of an empty saucepan in her right hand,
stood gaping at him, with her arms hanging by her sides.

On the appearance of Miss Diaper, Mr. Levi, for he it was,
directs his solemn conversation to that young lady.

" I was just telling them about the robberies in the City
and Wesht Hend. La ! there'sh bin nothin' like it for twenty
year. They don't tell them in the papersh, blesh ye ! The 'ome
Shecretary takesh precious good care o' that ; they don't want
to frighten every livin' shoul out of London. But there'll be
talk of it in Parliament, I promish you. • I know three opposi-
tion membersh myshelf that will move the 'oushe upon it next
session."

Mr. Levi wagged his head darkly as he made this political
revelation.

" Thish day twel'month the number o' burglariesh in London
and the West Hend, including Hizzlington, was no more than
fifteen and a half a night ; and two robberiesh attended with
wiolensh. What wazh it lasht night ? I have it in confidensh,
irom the polishe offish thish morning."

He pulled a pocket-book, rather greasy, from his breast, and
from this depositary, it is to be presumed, of statistical secrets,
he read the following official memorandum : —

" Number of 'oushes burglarioushly hentered lasht night, in-
cluding private banksh, charitable hinshtitutions, shops, lodg-
ing-'oushes, female hacadamies, and private dwellings, and
robbed with more or less wiolench, one thoushand sheven
hundred and shixty-sheven. We regret to hadd," he continued,
the official return stealing, as it proceeded, gradually into the
style of " The Pictorial Calendar of British Crime," a half-penny
paper which he took in — " this hinundation of crime seems
flowing, or rayther rushing northward, and hazh already
enweloped Hizhlington, where a bald-headed clock and watch
maker, named Halexander Goggles, wazh murdered with his
sheven shmall children, with unigshampled ba-arba-arity."

Mr. Levi eyed the women horribly all round as he ended the
sentence, and he added, —

" Hizhlington'sh only down there. It ain't five minutesh
walk ; only a pleasant shtep ; just enough to give a fellow azh

344 Checkmate.

has polished off a family there a happetite for another up here
Azh I 'ope to be shaved, I shleep every night with a pair of
horshe pishtols, a blunderbush, and a shabre by my bed ; and
Shir Richard wantsh every door in the 'oushe fasht locked, and
the keysh with him, before dark, thish evening, except only such
doors as you want open ; and he gave me a note to Miss
Harden." And he placed the note in Miss Diaper's hand.
"He wantsh the 'oushe a bit more schecure," he added,
following her towards the halL " He wishes to make you and
she quite shafe, and out of harm's way, if anything should
occur. It will be only a few days, you know, till you're both
away."

The effect of this little alarm, accompanied by Sir Richard's
note, was that Mr. Levi carried out a temporary arrangement,
which assigned the suite of apartments in which Alice's room
was as those to which she would restrict herself during the
few days she was to remain there, the rest of the house,
except the kitchen and a servant's room or two down-stairs,
being locked up.

By the time Mr. Levi had got the keys together, and all safe
in Mortlake, the sun had set, and in the red twilight that
followed he set off in his cab towards town. At the " Guy of
Warwick " — from the bar of which already was flaring a good
broad gas-light — he stopped and got out There was a full
view of the bar from where he stood ; and, pretending to
rummage his pockets for something, he was looking in to see
whether " the coast was clear."

" She's just your sort — not too bad and not too good — not too
nashty, and not too nishe ; a good-humoured lash, rough and
ready, and knowsh a thing or two."

"Ye're there, are ye?" inquired Mr. Levi, playfully, as he
crossed the door-stone, and placed his fists on the bar grinning.

"What will you take, Sir, please?" inquired the young
woman, at one side of whom was the usual row of taps and
pump-handles.

" Now, Miss Phoebe, give me a brandy and shoda, pleashe.
When I talked to you in thish 'ere place 'tother night, you
wished to engage for a lady's maid. What would you shay to
me, if I was to get you a firsht-chop tip-top pla-ashe of the
kind? Well, don't you shay a word — that brandy ain't fair
measure — and I'll tell you. It'sh a la-ady of ra-ank ! where
wagesh ish no-o object ; and two years' savings, and a good
match with a well-to-do 'andsome young fellow, will set you
hup in a better place than this 'ere."

" It comes very timely, Sir, for I'm to leave to-morrow, and I
was thinking of going home to my uncle in a day or two, in
Chester."

"Well it's all settled. Come you down to my offishe, you

At the Bar of the " Guy of Warwick." 345

know where it is, to-morrow, at three, and I'll 'av all partickulars
for you, and a note to the lady from her brother, the baronet ;
and if you be a good girl, and do as you're bid, you'll make a
little fortune of it."

She curtsied, with her eyes very round, as he, with a wag of
his head drank down what remained of his brandy and soda,
and wiping his mouth with his glove, he said, " Three o'clock
sha-arp, mind ; good-bye, Phcebe, lass, and don't you forget all
I said."

He stood ungallantly with his back towards her on the
threshold lighting a cigar, and so soon as he had it in his
own phrase, "working at high blast," he got into his cab,
and jingled towards his office, with all his keys about him.

While Miss Arden remained all unconscious, and even a
little amused at the strange shifts to which her brief stay
and extemporised household at Mortlake exposed her, a wily
and determined strategist was drawing his toils around her.

The process of isolation was nearly completed, without having
once excited her suspicions ; and, with the same perfidious
skill, the house itself was virtually undergoing those modifica-
tions which best suited his designs.

Sir Richard appeared at his club as usual. He was
compelled to do so. The all-seeing eye of his pale tyrant pursued
him everywhere ; he lived under terror. A dreadful agony all
this time convulsed the man, within whose heart Longcluse
suspected nothing but the serenity of death.

" What easier than to tell the story to the police. Meditated
duresse. Compulsion. Infernal villain ! And then : what
then ? A pistol to his head, a flash, and — darkness 1"

CHAPTER LXXIV.

A LETTER.

j|R. LONGCLUSE knocked at Sir Richard's house in
May Fair, and sent up-stairs for the baronet. It was
about the same hour at which Mr. Levi was drinking
his thirsty potation of brandy and soda at the " Guy
of Warwick." The streets were darker than that comparatively
open place, and the gas lamp threw its red outline of the sashes
upon the dark ceiling, as Mr. Longcluse stood in the drawing-
room between the windows, in his great-coat, with his hat on,
looking in the dark like an image made of fog.

Sir Richard Arden entered the room.

" You were not at Mortlake to-day," said he.

" No."

" There's a cab at the door that will take you there ; your
absence for a whole day would excite surmise. Don't stay more
than five minutes, and don't mention Louisa Diaper's name,
and account for the locking up of all the house, but one suite
of rooms, I directed, and come to my house in Bolton
Street, direct from Mortlake. That's all."

Without another word, Mr. Longcluse took his departure.

In this cavalier way, and in a cold tone that conveyed all the
menace and insult involved in his ruined position, had this con-
ceited young man been ordered about by his betrayer, on his
cruel behests, ever since he had come under his dreadful rod. The
iron trap that held him, fast, locked him in a prison from
which, except through the door of death, there seemed no
escape.

Outraged pride, the terrors of suspense, the shame and
remorse of his own enormous perfidy against his only sister,
peopled it with spectres.

As he drove out to Mortlake, pale, frowning, with folded arms,
his handsome face thinned and drawn by the cords of pain, he
made up his mind. He knocked furiously at Mortlake HaU

A Letter.

347

door. The woman in the canvas apron let him in. The strange
face startled him ; he had been thinking so intently of one
thing. Going up, through the darkened house, with but one
candle, and tapping at the door, on the floor above the drawing-
room, within which Alice was sitting, with Louisa Diaper for
company, and looking at her unsuspicious smile, he felt what a
heinous conspirator he was.

He made an excuse for sending the maid to the next room
after they had spoken a few words, and then he said, —

"Suppose, Alice, we were to change our plan, would you
like to come abroad ? Out of this you must come immediately."
He was speaking low. " I am in great danger ; I must go
abroad. For your life, don't seem to suspect anything. Do
exactly as I tell you, or else I am utterly ruined, and you, Alice,
on your account, very miserable. Don't ask a question, or look
a look, that may make Louisa Diaper suspect that you have any
doubt as to your going to Arden, or any suspicion of any
danger. She is quite true, but not wise, and your left hand must
not know what your right hand is doing. Don't be frightened,
only be steady and calm. Get together any jewels and money
you have, and as little else as you can possibly manage with.
Do this yourself ; Louisa Diaper must know nothing of it. I
will mature our plans, and to-morrow or next day I shall see
you again ; I can stay but a moment now, and have but time to
bid you good-night.*

Then he kissed her. How horribly agitated he looked ! How
cold was the pressure of his hand !

" Hush !" he whispered, and his dark eyes were fixed on the
door through which he expected the return of the maid. And
as he heard her step, " Not a word, remember ! " he said ;
then bidding her good-night aloud, he quitted the room almost
as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving her, for the first time,
in the horrors of a growing panic.

Sir Richard leaned back in the cab as he drove into town,
He had as yet no plan formed. It was a more complicated
exploit that he was at the moment equal to. In Mortlake were
two fellows, by way of protectors, placed there for security of
the house and people.

These men held possession of the keys of the house, and sat
and regaled themselves with their hot punch, or cold brandy and
water, and pipes ; always one awake, and with ears erect, they
kept watch and ward in the room to the right of the hall-door,
in which Sir Richard and Uncle David had conversed with the
sad Mr. Plumes, on the evening after the old baronet's death.
To effect Alice's escape, and reserve for himself a chance of
accomplishing his own, was a problem demanding skill, cunning
and audacity.

348 Checkmate.

While he revolved these things an alarm had been
sounded in another quarter, which unexpectedly opened a
chance of extrication, sudden and startling.

Mr. Longcluse was destined to a surprise to-night. Mr.
Longcluse, at his own house, was awaiting the return of Sir
Richard. Overlooked in his usually accurate though rapid selec-
tion, a particularly shabby and vulgar-looking letter had been
thrown aside among circulars, pamphlets, and begging letters,
to await his leisure. It was a letter from Paris, and vulgar and
unbusiness-like as it looked, there was yet, in its peculiar
scrivenery that which, a little more attentively scanned, thrilled
him with a terrible misgiving. The post-mark showed it had
been delivered four days before. When he saw from whom it
came, and had gathered something of its meaning from a few
phrases, his dark eyes gleamed and his face grew stern. Was
this wretch's hoof to strike to pieces the plans he had so nearly
matured ? The letter was as follows : —

"SIR,

" Mr Longcluse, I have been unfortunate With your money
which you have Gave me to remove from England, and Keep me in New
York. My boxes, and other things, and Ballens of the money in Gold,
except about a Hundred pounds, which has kep me from want ever
sense, went Down in the Mary Jane, of London, and my cousin went
down in her also, which I might as well av Went down myself in her,
only for me Stopping in Paris, where I made a trifle of Money, intend-
ing to go Out in August. Now, Sir, don't you Seppose I am not in as
good Possition as I was when I Harranged with sum difculty With you.
The boot with The blood Mark on the Soul is not Lost nor Distroyed,
but it is Safe in my Custody ; so as Likewise in safe Keeping is The
traising, in paper, of the foot Mark in blood on the Floar of the Smoaking
Room in question, with the signatures of the witnesses attached ; and,
Moreover, my Staitment made in the Form of a Information, at the
Time, and signed In witness of My signature by two Unekseptinible
witnesses. And all Is ready to Produise whenever his worshop shall
Apoynt. i have wrote To mister david Arden on this Supget. i wrote
to him just a week ago, he seaming To take a Intrast in this Heercase;
and, moreover, the two ieyes that sawd a certain Person about the said
smoaking Room, and in the saime, is Boath wide open at This presen
Time, mister Longcluse i do not Want to have your Life, but gustice
must Taike its coarse unless it is settled of hand Slik. i will harrange
the Same as last time, And i must have two hundred And fifty pounds
More on this Settlement than i Had last time, for Dellay and loss of
Time in this town. I will sign any law paper ir. reason you may ask of
me. My hadress is under cover to Monseer Letexier, air-dresser, and
incloses his card, which you Will please send an Anser by return Of post,
or else i Must sepose you chose The afare shall take Its coarse ; and i
am as ever, " Your obeediant servant to command,

"PAUL DAVltS."

A Letter.

349

Never did paper look so dazzlingly white, or letters so in-
tensely black, before Mr. Longcluse's eyes, as those of this
ominous letter. He crumpled it up, and thrust it in his trousers
pocket, and gave to the position a few seconds of intense
thought

Hi? first thought was, what a fool he was for not having driven
Davie? to the wall, and settled the matter with the high hand
of the law at once. His next, what could bring him to Paris t
He was there for something. To see possibly the family of Lebas,
and collect and dovetail pieces of evidence, after his detective
practice, a process which would be sure to conduct him to the
Baron Vanboeren ! Was this story of the boot and the tracing
of the bloodstained foot-print true ? Had this scoundrel reserved
the strongest part of his case for this new extortion ? Was his
trouble to be never ending ? If this accursed ferret were once
tc get into his warren, what power could unearth him, till the
mischief was done ?

His eye caught again the words, on which, in the expressive
phrase which Mr. Davies would have used, his " sight spred " as
he held the letter before his eyes — " Mister Loncluse, i do not
want to have your life." He ground his teeth, shook his fist in
the air, and stamped on the floor with fury, at the thought that
a brutal detective, not able to spell two words, and trained for
such game as London thieves and burglars, should dare to hold
such language to a man of thought and skill, altogether so
masterly as he ! That he should be outwitted by that clumsy
scoundrel !

Well, it was now to begin all over again. It should all go
right this time. He thought again for a moment, and then sat
down and wrote, commencing with the date and address —

"PAUL DAVIES,

" I have just received your note, which states that you have
succeeded in obtaining some additional information, which you think
may lead to the conviction of the murderer of M. Lebas, in the Saloon
Tavern. I shall be most happy to pay handsomely any expense of any
kind you may be put to in that matter. It is, indeed, no more than I
had already undertaken. I am glad to learn that you have also written
on the subject to Mr. David Arden, who feels entirely with me. I
shall take an early opportunity of seeing him. Persist in your laudable
exertions, and I shall not shrink from rewarding you handsomely.

" Yours,
"WALTER LONGCLUSE."

He addressed the letter carefully, and went himself and put
it in the post-office.

By this time Sir Richard Arden was awaiting him at home in
his drawing-room, and as he walked homeward, under the

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lamps, in inward pain, one might have moralised with Peter
Pindar —

"These fleas have other fleas to bite 'em
And so on ad infinitum."

The secret tyrant had in his turn found a secret tyrant, not
less cruel perhaps, but more ignoble.

" You made your visit ? " asked Mr. Longcluse.

"Yes."

"Anything to report ?"

u Absolutely nothing."

A silence followed.

" Where is Mr. Arden, your uncle ? "

« In Scotland."

" How soon does he return ? "

" He will not be in town till spring, I believe ; he is going
abroad, but he passes through Southampton on his way to the
Continent, on Friday next."

"And makes some little stay there?"

" I think he stays one night"

" Then I'll go down and see him, and you shall come with
me."

Sir Richard stared.

" Yes, and you had better not put your foot in it ; and clear
your head of all notion of running away," he said, fixing his,
fiery eyes on Sir Richard, with a sudden ferocity that made him
fancy that his secret thoughts had revealed themselves under
that piercing gaze. " It is not easy to levant now-a-days, unless
one has swifter wings than the wires can carry news with ; an"
if you are false, what more do I need than to blast you ? an
with your name in the Hue-and-Cry, and a thousand poun
reward for the apprehension of Sir Richard Arden, Baronet, for
forgery, I don't see much more that infamy can do for you."

A dark flush crossed Arden's face as he rose.

" Not a word now," cried Longcluse harshly, extending
hand quickly towards him ; " I may do that which can't
undone."

CHAPTER LXXV.

BLIGHT AND CHANGE.

flANGER to herself, Alice suspected none. But she
was full of dreadful conjectures about her brother.
There was, she was persuaded, no good any longer in
remonstrance or entreaty. She could not upbraid
him ; but she was sure that the terrible fascination of the
gaming-table had caused the sudden ruin he vaguely confessed.

" Oh," she often repeated, " that Uncle David were in town,
or that I knew where to find him ! "

" But no doubt," she thought, " Richard will hide nothing
from him, and perhaps my hinting his disclosures, even to him,
would aggravate poor Richard's difficulties and misery."

It was not until the next evening that, about the same hour,
she again saw her brother. His good resolutions in the interval
had waxed faint. They were not reversed, but only in the
spirit of indecision, and something of the apathy of despair,
postponed to a more convenient season.

To her he seemed more tranquil. He said vaguely that the
reasons for flight were less urgent and that she had better
continue her preparations, as before, for her journey to
Yorkshire.

Even under these circumstances the journey to Yorkshire was
pleasant. There was comfort in the certainty that he would
there be beyond the reach of that fatal temptation which had
too plainly all but ruined him. From the harrassing distrac-
tions, also, which in London had of late beset him, almost
' without intermission, he might find in the seclusion of Arden a
temporary calm. There, with Uncle David's help, there would
I be time, at least, to ascertain the extent of his losses, and what
the old family of Arden might still count upon as their own, and a
plan of life might be arranged for the future.

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Checkmate.

Full of these more cheery thoughts, Alice took leave of her
brother.

" I am going," he said, looking at his watch, " direct tc
Brighton ; I have just time to get to the station nicely ; business,
of course — a meeting to-night with Bexley, who is staying there,
and in the morning a long and, I fear, angry discussion with
Charrington, who is also at Brighton."

He kissed his sister, sighed deeply, and looking in her eyes
for a little, fixedly, he said —

" Alice, darling, you must try to think what sacrifice you can
make to save your wretched brother."

Their eyes met as she looked up, her hands about his neck,
his on her shoulders ; he drew his sister to him quickly, and
with another kiss, turned, ran down stairs, got into his cab, and
drove down the avenue. She stood looking after him with a
heavy heart. How happy they two might have been, if it had
not been for the one incorrigible insanity !

About an hour later, as the sun was near its setting, she put
on her hat and short grey cloak, and stepped out into its level
beams, and looked round smiling. The golden glow and
transparent shadows made that beautiful face look more than
ever lovely. All around the air was ringing with the farewell
songs of the small birds, and, with a heart almost rejoicing in
sympathy with that beautiful hour, she walked lightly to the
old garden, which in that luminous air, looked, she thought, so
sad and pretty.

The well-worn aphorism of the Frenchman, " History repeats
itself," was about to assert itself. Sometimes it comes in literal
sobriety, sometimes in derisive travesti, sometimes in tragic
aggravation.

She is in the garden now. The associations of place recall
her strange interview with Mr. Longcluse but a few months
before. Since then a blight has fallen on the scenery, and
w.iat a change upon the persons ! The fruit-leaves are yellow
now, and drifts of them lie upon the walks. Mantling ivy,
as before, canopies the door, interlaced with climbing roses ;
but they have long shed their honours. This thick mass of
dark green foliage and thorny tendrils forms a deep arched porch,
in the shadow of which, suddenly, as on her return she reached
it, she sees Mr. Longcluse standing within a step or two of
her.

He raises his hand, it might be in entreaty, it might be in
menace ; she could not, in the few alarmed moments in which
she gazed at his dark eyes and pale equivocal face, determine
anything.

" Miss Arden, you may hate me ; you can't despise me. You
must hear me, because you are in my power. I relent, mine

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you, thus far, that I give you one chance more of reconciliation ;
don't, for God's sake, throw it from you !" (he was extending his
open hand to receive hers). " Why should you prefer an un-
equal war with me ? I tell you frankly you are in my power —
don't misunderstand me — in my power to this degree, that
vou shall voluntarily, as the more tolerable of two alternatives,
submit with abject acquiescence to every one of my conditions.
Here is my hand ; think of the degradation I submit to in ask-
ing you to take it. You gave me no chance when I asked for-
giveness. I tender you a full forgiveness ; here i§ my hand,
beware how you despise it."

Fearful as he appeared in her sight, her fear gave way before
her kindling spirit. She had stood before him pale as death —
anger now fired her eye and cheek.

" How dare you, Sir, hold such language to me ! Do you
suppose, if I had told my brother of your cowardice and inso-
lence as I left the abbey the other day, you would have dared
to speak to him, much less to me ? Let me pass, and never
while you live presume to address me more."

Mr. Longcluse, with a slow recoil, smiling fixedly, and bowing,
drew back and opened the door for her to pass. He did not any
longer look like a villain whose heart had failed him.

Her heart fluttered violently with fear as she saw that he
stepped out after her, and walked by her side toward the house.
She quickened her pace in great alarm.

" If you had liked me ever so little," said he in that faint and
horrible tone she remembered — " one, the smallest particle, of
disinterested liking — the grain of mustard-seed — I would have
had you fast, and made you happy, made you adore me ; such
adoration that you could have heard from my own lips the con-
fession of my crimes, and loved me still — loved me more
desperately. Now that you hate me, and I hate j<?#, and have
you in my power, and while I hate still admire you — still choose
you for my wife — you shall hear the same story, and think me
all the more dreadful. You sought to degrade me, and I'll
humble you in the dust. Suppose I tell you I'm a criminal — the
kind of man you have read of in trials, and can't understand,
and can scarcely even believe in — the kind of man that seems
to you as unaccountable and monstrous as a ghost — your terrors
and horror will make my triumph exquisite with an immense
delight. 1 don't want to smooth the way for you ; you do no-
thing for me. I disdain hypocrisy. Terror drives you on ; fate
coerces you ; you can't help yourself, and my delight is to make
the plunge terrible. I reveal myself that you may know the sort
of person you are yoked to. Your sacrifice shall be the agony
of agonies, the death of deaths, and yet you'll find yourself un-
able to resist. I'll make you submissive as ever patient was to

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a mad doctor. If it took years to do it, you shall never slir out
of this house till it is done. Every spark of insolence in your
nature shall be trampled out ; I'll break you thoroughly. The
sound of my step shall make your heart jump ; a look from me
shall make you dumb for an hour. You shall not be able to
take your eyes off me while I'm in sight, or to forget me for a
moment when I am gone. The smallest thing you do, the kast
word you speak, the very thoughts of your heart, shall all be
shaped under one necessity and one fear." (She had reached
the hall door). "Up the steps!- Yes; you wish to enter?
Certainly."

With flashing eyes and head erect, the beautiful girl stepped
into the hall, without looking to the right or to the left, or
uttering one word, and walked quickly to the foot of the great
stair.

If she thought that Mr. Longcluse would respect the barrier
of the threshold, she was mistaken. He entered but one step
behind her, shut the heavy hall door with a crash, dropped the
key into his coat pocket, and signing with his finger to the man
in the room to the right, that person stood up briskly, and pre-
pared for action. He closed the door again, saying simply,
" I'll call."

The young lady, hearing his step, turned round and stood on
the stair, confronting him fiercely.

" You must leave this house this moment," she cried, with a
stamp, with gleaming eyes and very pale.

" By-and-by," he replied, standing before her.

Could this be the safe old house in which childish days had
passed, in which all around were always friendly and familiar
faces ? The window stood reflected upon the wall beside her in
dim, sunset light, and the shadows of the flowers sharp and still
that stood there.

" I have friends here who will turn you out, Sir !"

" You have no friends here," he replied, with the same fixed
smile.

She hesitated ; she stepped down, but stopped in the hall
She remembered instantly that, as she turned, she had seen him
take the key from the hall door.

" My brother will protect me."

"Is he here?"

" He'll call you to account to-morrow, when he comes."

"Will he say so?"

" Always — brave, true Richard ! " she sobbed, with a strange
cry in her words.

" He'll do as I bid him : he's a forger, in my power."

To her wild stare he replied with a low, faint laugh. She
clasped her fingers over her temples.

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" Oh ! no, no, no, no, no, no ! " she screamed, and suddenly
she rushed into the great room at her right. Her brother — was
it a phantom ? — stood before her. With one long, shrill scream,
she threw herself into his arms, and cried, " It's a lie, darling,
it's a lie ! " and she had fainted.

He laid her in the great chair by the fire-place. With white
lips, and with one fist shaking wildly in the air, he said, with a
dreadful shiver in his voice, —

" You villain ! you villain ! you villain ! "

" Don't you be a fool," said Longcluse. " Ring for the maid.
1'here must have been a crisis some time. I'm giving you a fair
chance — trying to save you ; they all faint — it's a trick with
women."

Longcluse looked into her lifeless face, with something of pity
and horror mingling in the villany of his countenance.

CHAPTER LXXVI.

PHCEBE CHIFFINCH.

R. LONGCLUSE passed into the inner room, as he
heard a step approaching from the hall. It was
Louisa Diaper, in whose care, with the simple remedy
of cold water, the young lady recovered. She was
conveyed to her room, and Richard Arden followed, at Long-
cluse's command, to " keep things quiet."

In an agony of remorse, he remained with his sister's hand in
his, sitting by the bed on which she lay. Longcluse had spoken
with the resolution that a few sharp and short words should
accomplish the crisis, and show her plainly that her brother was,
in the most literal and terrible sense, in his power, and thus, in-
directly, she also. Perhaps, if she must know the fact, it was as
well she should know it now.

Longcluse, I suppose, had reckoned upon Richard's throwing
himself upon his sister's mercy. He thought he had done so
before, and moved her as he would have wished. Longcluse, no
doubt, had spoken to her, expecting to find her in a different
mood. Had she yielded, what sort of husband would he have
made her ? Not cruel, I daresay. Proud of her, he would have
been. She should have had the best diamonds in England.
Jealous, violent when crossed, but with all his malice and
severity, easily by Alice to have been won, had she cared to win
him, to tenderness.

Was Sir Richard now seconding his scheme ?

Sir Richard had no plan — none for escape, none for a catas-
trophe, none for acting upon Alice's feelings.

" I am so agitated — in such despair, so stunned ! If I had
but one clear hour ! Oh, God ! if I had but one clear hour to
think in!"

He was now trying to persuade Alice that Lcugcluse had, in

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his rage, used exaggerated language — that it was true he was in
his power, but it was for a large sum of money, for which he
was his debtor.

"Yes, darling," he whispered, "only be firm. I shall get
away, and take you with me — only be secret, and don't mind
one word he says when he is angry — he is literally a madman ;
there is no limit to the violence and absurdity of what he
says."

" Is he still in the house ?" she whispered.
" Not he."
"Are you certain ?"

" Perfectly ; with all his rant, he dares not stay : it would be
a police-office affair. He's gone long ago."
" Thank God ! " she said, with a shudder.
Their agitated talk continued for some time longer. At last,
darkly and suddenly, as usual, he took his leave.

When her brother had gone, she touched the bell for Louisa
Diaper. A stranger appeared.

The stranger had a great deal of pink ribbon in her cap, she
looked shrewd enough, and with a pair of rather good eyes ; she
looked curiously and steadily on the young lady.

" Who are you ? " said Alice, sitting up. " I rang for my
maid, Louisa Diaper."

" Please, my lady," she answers, with a short curtsey, " she
went into town to fetch some things here from Sir Richard's
house."

" How long ago ? "

"Just when you was getting better, please, my lady."
"When she returns send her to me. What is your name ?" '
" Phoebe Chiffinch, please 'm."

" And you are here "

" In her place, please my lady."

" Well, when she comes back you can assist. We shall have
a great deal to do, and I like your face, Phoebe, and I'm so
lonely, I think I'll get you to sit here in the window near me."

And on a sudden the young lady burst into tears, and sobbed
and wept bitterly.

The new maid was at her side, pouring all sorts of consolation
into her ear, with odd phrases — quite intelligible, I daresay, over
the bar of the " Guy of Warwick " — dropping h's in all direc-
tions, and bowling down grammatic rules like nine-pins.

She was wonderfully taken by the kind looks and tones of the
pretty lady whom she saw in this distress, and with the silk
curtains drawn back in the fading flush of evening.

Hard work, hard fare, and harder words had been her portion
from her orphaned childhood upward, at the old " Guy of
Warwick," with its dubious customers, failing business, and

358 Checkmate.

bitter and grumbling old hostess. Shrewd, hard, and not over*
nice had Miss Phoebe grown up in that godless school.

But she had taken a fancy, as the phrase is, to the looks of
the young lady, and still more to her voice and words, that in
her ears sounded so new and strange. There was not an un-
pleasant sense, too, of the superiority of rank and refinement
which inspires an admiring awe in her kind ; and so, in a voice
that was rather sweet and very cheery, she offered, when the
young lady was better, to sit by the bed and tell her a story, or
sing her a song.

Everyone knows how his view of his own case may vary
within an hour. Alice was now of opinion that there was no
reason to reject her brother's version of the terrifying situation.
A man who could act like Mr. Longcluse, could, of course, say
anything. She had begun to grow more cheerful, and in a little
while she accepted the offer of her companion, and heard, first
a story, and then a song ; and, after all, she talked with her for
some time.

" Tell me, now, what servants there are in the house," asked
Alice.

" Only two women and myself, please, Miss."

" Is there anyone else in the house, besides ourselves ? "

The girl looked down, and up again, in Alice's eyes, and then
away to the floor at the other end of the room.

" I was told, Ma'am, not to talk of nothing here, Miss, except
my own business, please, my lady."

" My God ! This girl mayn't speak truth to me," exclaimed
Alice, clasping her hands aghast.

The girl looked up uneasily.

" I should be sent away, Ma'am, if I do."

" Look — listen : in this strait you must be for or against me ;
you can't be divided. For God's sake be a friend to me now.
I may yet be the best friend you ever had. Come, Phoebe, trust
me, and I'll never betray you."

She took the girl's hand. Phoebe did not speak. She looked
in her face earnestly for some moments, and then down, and up
again.

" I don't mind. I'll dp what I can for you, Ma'am ; I'll tell
you what I know. But if you tell them, Ma'am, it will be awful
bad for me, my lady."

She looked again, very much frightened, in her face, and was
silent.

" No one shall ever know but I. Trust me entirely, and 111
never forget it to you."

" Well, Ma'am, there is two men."

"Who are they?"

"Two men, please 'm, I knows one on 'em — he was keeper

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on the ' Guy o' Warwick,' please, my lady, when there was a
hexecution in the 'ouse. They're both sheriffs men."

"And what are they doing here? "

" A hexecution, my lady."

" That is, to sell the furniture and everything for a debt, isn't
that it ? " inquired the lady, bewildered.

" Well, that was it below at the ' Guy o' Warwick,' Miss ; but
Mr. Vargers, he was courting me down there at the ' Guy o'
Warwick,' and offered marriage if I would 'av 'ad him, and he
tells me heverything, and he says that there's a paper to take
you, please, my lady."

"Take me?:'

" Yes, my lady ; he read it to me in the room by the hall-
door. Halice Harden, spinster, and something about the old
guv'nor's will, please ; and his border is to take you, please,
Miss, if you should offer to go out of the door ; and there's two
on 'em, and they watches turn about, so you can't leave the
'ouse, please, my lady ; and if you try they'll only lock you up a
prisoner in one room a-top o' the 'ouse ; and, for your life, my
lady, don't tell no one I said a word."

" Oh ! Phcebe. What can they mean? What's to become of
me ? Somehow or other you must get me out of this house.
Help me, for God's sake ! I'll throw myself from the window —
I'll kill myself rather than remain in their power."

" Hush ! My lady, please, I may think of something yet.
But don't you do nothing 'and hover 'ead. You must have
patience. They won't be so sharp, maybe, in a day or two.
I'll get you out if I can ; and, if I can't, then God's will be done.
And I'll make out what I can from Mr. Vargers ; and don't you
let no one think you likes me, and I'll be sly enough, you may
count on me, my lady."

Trembling all over, Alice kissed her.

CHAPTER LXXVII.

MORE NEWS OF PAUL DAVIES.

j|OUISA DIAPER did not appear that night, nor next
morning. She had been spirited away like the rest
Sir Richard had told her that his sister desired that
she should go into town, and stay till next day, under
the care of the housekeeper in town, and that he would bring
her a list of commissions which she was to do for her mistress
preparatory to starting for Yorkshire. I daresay this young
lady liked her excursion to town well enough. It was not till
the night after that she started for the North.

Alice Arden, for a time, lost heart altogether. It was no
wonder she should.

That her only brother should be an accomplice against her,
in a plot so appalling, was enough to overpower her ; her horror
of Longcluse, the effectual nature of her imprisonment, and the
strange and, as she feared, unscrupulous people by whom she
had been so artfully surrounded, heightened her terrors to the
pitch of distraction.

At times she was almost wild ; at others stupefied in despair ;
at others, again, soothed by the kindly intrepidity of Phcebe,
she became more collected. Sometimes she would throw her-
self on her bed, and sob for an hour in helpless agony ; and
then, exhausted and overpowered, she would fall for a time into
a deep sleep, from which she would start, for several minutes,
without the power of collecting her thoughts, and with only the
stifled cry, " What is it ? — Where am I ? " and a terrified look
round.

One day, in a calmer mood, as she sat in her room after a
long talk with Phcebe, the girl came beside her chair with an
oddly made key, with a little strap of white leather to the
handle, in her hands.

More News of Paul Dailies. 361

" Here's a latch-key, Miss ; maybe you know what it opens ? "

"Where did you find it ?"

" In the old china vase over the chimney, please 'm."

" Let me see — oh ! dear, yes, this opens the door in the wall
of the grounds, in that direction," and she pointed. " Poor
papa lent it to my drawing-master. He lived somewhere beyond
that, and used to let himself in by it when he came to give me
my lessons."

" I remember that door well, Miss," said Phoebe, looking
earnestly on the key — " Mr. Crozier let me out that way, one
day. Mr. Longcluse has put strangers, you know, in the gate-
house. That's shut against us. I'll tell you what, Miss — wait —
well, I'll think. I'll keep this key safe, anyhow ; and — the more
the merrier," she added with a sudden alacrity, and lifting her
finger, by way of signal, for everything now was done with
caution here, she left the room, and passed through the suite to
the landing, and quietly took out the door-keys, one by one, and
returned with her spoil to Alice's room.

" You thought they might lock us up ?" whispered Alice.

The girl nodded. " No harm to have 'em, Miss — it won't
hurt us." She folded them tightly in a handkerchief, and thrust
the parcel as far as her arm could reach between the mattress
and the bed. " I'll rip the ticken a bit just now, and stitch
them in," whispered the girl

"Didn't I hear another key clink as you put your hand in?"
asked Alice.

The girl smiled, and drew out a large key, and nodded, still
smiling as she replaced it.

"What does that open?" whispered Alice eagerly.

" Nothing, Miss," said the girl gravely — "it's the key of the
old back-door lock ; but there's a new one there now, and this
won't open nothing. But I have a use for it. I'll tell you all in
time, Miss ; and, please, you must keep up your heart, mind."

Sir Richard Arden was not the cold villain you may suppose.
He was resolved to make an effort of some kind for the extrica-
tion of his sister. He could not bear to open his dreadful
situation to his Uncle David, nor to kill himself, nor to defy the
vengeance of Longcluse. He would effect her escape and his
own simultaneously. In the meantime he must acquiesce,
ostensibly at least, in every step determined on by Longcluse.

It was a bright autumnal day as Sir Richard and Mr. Long-
cluse took the rail to Southampton. Longcluse had his reasons
for taking the young baronet with him.

It was near the hour, by the time they got there, when David
Arden would arrive from his northern point of departure.
Longcluse looked animated — smiling ; but a stupendous load
lay on his heart. A single clumsy phrase in the letter of that

362 Checkmate.

detective scoundrel might be enough to direct the formidable
suspicions of that energetic old gentleman upon him. The next
hour might throw him altogether upon the defensive, and
paralyse his schemes.

Alice Arden, you little dream of the man and the route by
which, possibly, deliverance is speeding to you.

Near the steps of the large hotel that looks seaward, Long-
cluse and Sir Richard lounges, expecting the arrival of David
Arden almost momentarily. Up drives a fly, piled with port-
manteaus, hat-case, dressing-case, and all the other travelling
appurtenances of a comfortable wayfarer. Beside the driver
sits a servant. The fly draws up at the door near them.

Mr. Longcluse's seasoned heart throbs once or twice oddly.
Out gets Uncle David, looking brown and healthy after his
northern excursion. On reaching the top of the steps, he halts,
and turns round to look about him. Again Mr. Longcluse feels
the same odd sensation.

Uncle David recognises Sir Richard, and smiling greets him.
He runs down the steps to meet him. After they have shaken
hands, and, a little more coldly, he and Mr. Longcluse, he
says, —

" You are not looking yourself, Dick ; you ought to have run
down to the moors, and got up an appetite. How is Alice ? "

" Alice ? Oh ! Alice is very well, thanks."

" I should like to run up to Mortlake to see her. She has
been complaining, eh ? "

" No, no — better," says Sir Richard.

" And you forget to tell your uncle what you told me," inter-
poses Mr. Longcluse, " that Miss Arden left Mortlake for York-
shire, yesterday."

" Oh ! " said Uncle David, turning to Richard again.

"And the servants went before — two or three days ago," said
Sir Richard, looking down for a moment, and hastening, under
that clear eye, to speak a little truth.

u Well, I wish she had come with us," said David Arden ;
"but as she could not be persuaded, I'm glad she is making a
little change of air and scene, in any direction. By-the-bye,
Mr. Longcluse, you had a letter, had not you, from our friend,
Paul Davies ? "

" Yes ; he seemed to think he had found a clue — from Paris it
•was — and I wrote to tell him to spare no expense in pushing his
inquiries and to draw upon me."

" Well, I have some news to tell you. His exploring voyage
will come to nothing ; you did not hear ? "

" No."

" Why, the poor fellow's dead. I got a letter — it reached me,
forwarded from my house in town, yesterday, from the person

More News of Paul Davies.

363

who hires the lodgings — to say he had died of scarlatina very
suddenly, and sending an inventory of the things he left. It is
a pity, for he seemed a smart fellow, and sanguine about getting
to the bottom of it"

"An awful pity!" exclaimed Longcluse, who felt as if a
mountain were lifted from his heart, and the entire firmament
had lighted up ; " an awful pity ! Are you quite sure ? "

" There can't be a doubt, I'm sorry to say. Then, as Alice
has taken wing, I'll pursue my first plan, and cross by the next
mail"

" For Paris?" inquired Mr. Longcluse, carelessly.

"Yes, Sir, for Paris," answered Uncle David deliberately,
looking at him ; " yes, for Paris."

And then iollowed a little chat on indifferent subjects. Then
Uncle David mentioned that he had an appointment, and must
dine with the dull but honest fellow who had asked him to meet
him here on a matter of business, which would have done just
as well next year, but he wished ic now. Uncle David nodded,
and waved his hand, as on entering the door he gave them a
farewell smile over his shoulder.)

CHAPTER LXXVIII.

THE CATACOMBS.

i|T his disappearance, for Sir Richard the air darkened
as when, in the tropics, the sun sets without a twi
light, and the silence of an awful night descended.

It seemed that safety had been so near. He had
laid his hand upon it, and had let it glide ungrasped between
his fingers ; and now the sky was black above him, and an un-
fathomable sea beneath.

Mr. Longcluse was in great spirits. He had grown for a
time like the Walter Longcluse of a year before.

They two dined together, and after dinner Mr. Longcluse
grew happy, and as he sat with his glass by him, he sang, looking
over the waves, a sweet little sentimental song, about ships that
pass at sea, and smiles and tears, and " true, boys, true," and
" heaven shows a glimpse of its blue." And he walks with Sir
Richard to the station, and he says, low, as he leans and looks
into the carriage window, of which young Arden was the only
occupant —

" Be true to me now, and we may make it up yet."

And so saying, he gives his hand a single pressure as he looks
hard in his eyes.

The bell had rung. He was remaining there, he said, for
another train. The clapping of the doors had ceased. He
stood back. The whistle blew its long piercing yell, and as the
train began to glide towards London, the young man saw the
white face of Walter Longcluse in deep shadow, as he stood
with his back to the lamp, still turned towards him.

The train was now thundering on its course ; the solitary
lamp glimmered in the roof. He threw himself back, with his
foot against the opposite seat

The Catacombs. 365

" Good God ! what is one to resolve ! All men are cruel
when they are exasperated. Might not good yet be made of
Longcluse ? What creatures women are ! — what fools ! How
easy all might have been made, with the least temper and
reflection ! What d d selfishness ! "

Uncle David was now in Paris. The moon was shining over
that beautiful city. In a lonely street, in a quarter which fashion
had long forsaken — over whose pavement, as yet unconscious of
the Revolution, had passed, in the glare of torchlight, the carved
and emblazoned carriages of an aristocracy, as shadowy now as
the courts of the Caesars — his footsteps are echoing.

A huge house presents its front. He stops and examines it
carefully for a few seconds. ' It is the house of which he is in
search.

At one time the Baron Vanboeren had received patients from
the country, to reside in this house. For the last year, during
which he had been gathering together his wealth, and detach-
ing himself from business, he had discontinued this, and had
gradually got rid of his establishment.

When David Arden rang the bell at the hall-door, which he
had to do repeatedly, it was answered at last by an old woman,
high-shouldered, skin and bone, with a great nose, and big jaw-
bones, and a high-cauled cap. This lean creature looks at him
with a vexed and hoUow eye. Her bony arm rests on the lock
of the hall-door, and she blocks the narrow aperture between its
edge and the massive door-case. She inquires in very nasal
French what Monsieur desires.

" I wish to see Monsieur the Baron, if he will permit me an
interview," answered Mr. Arden in very fair French.

" Monsieur the Baron is not visible ; but if Monsieur will,
notwithstanding, leave any message he pleases for Monsieur the
Baron, I will take care he receives it punctually."

" But Monsieur the Baron appointed me to call to-night at
ten o'clock."

" Is Monsieur sure of that ? "

" Perfectly."

" Eh, very v/ell ; but, if he pleases, I must hrst learn Mon-
sieur's name."

" My name is Arden."

" I believe Monsieur is right." She took a bit of notepaper
from her capacious pocket, and peering at it, spelled aloud,
" D-a-v-i-d "

" A-r-d-e-n," interrupted and continued the visitor, spelling
his name, with a smile.

" A-r-d-e-n,'' she followed, reading slowly from her paper ;
*'yes, Monsieur is right. You see, this paper says, 'Admit

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366 Checkmate.

Monsieur David Ardcn to an interview.' Enter, if you please
Monsieur, and follow me."

It was a decayed house of superb proportions, but of a fashion
long passed away. The gaunt old woman, with a bunch of
large keys clinking at her side, stalked up the broad stairs and
into a gallery, and through several rooms opening en suite.
The rooms were hung with cobwebs, dusty, empty, and the
shutters closed, except here and there where the moonlight
gleamed through chinks and seams.

David Arden, before he had seen the Baron Vanboere'n
in London, had pictured him in imagination a tall old man
with classic features, and manners courteous and somewhat
stately.

We do not fabricate such images ; they rise like exhalations
from a few scattered data, and present themselves spontaneously.
It is this self-creation that invests them with so much reality in
our imaginations, and subjects us to so odd a surprise when the
original turns out quite unlike the portrait with which we have
been amusing ourselves.

She now pushed open a door, and said, " Monsieur the Baron
here is arrived Monsieur David d'Ardennes."

The room in which he now stood was spacious, but very nearly
dark. The shutters were closed outside, and the moonlight that
entered came through the circular hole cut in each. A large
candle on a bracket burned at the further end of the room.
There the baron stood. A reflector which interposed between
the candle and the door at which David Arden entered directed
its light strongly upon something which the baron held, and
laid upon the table, in his hand ; and now that he turned toward
his visitor, it was concentrated upon his large face, revealing,
with the force of a Rembrandt, all its furrows and finer wrinkles.
He stood out against a background of darkness with remarkable
force.

The baron stood before him— a short man in a red waistcoat?
He looked more broad-shouldered and short-necked than ever
in his shirt-sleeves. He had an instrument in his hand resem-
bling a small bit and brace, and some chips and sawdust on his
flannel waistcoat, which he brushed off with two or three sweeps
of his short fat fingers. He looked now like a grim old me-
chanic. There was no vivacity in his putty-coloured features,
but there were promptitude and decision in every abrupt gesture.
It was his towering, bald forehead, and something of command
and savage energy in his lowering face, that redeemed the tout
ensemble from an almost brutal vulgarity.

The baron was not in the slightest degree " put out," as the
phrase is, at being detected in his present occupation and
dishabille.

The Catacombs. 367

He bowed twice to David Arden, and said, in English, with a
little foreign accent —

" Here is a chair, Monsieur Arden ; but you can hardly see it
until your eyes have grown a little accustomed to our
crepuscula.''

This was true enough, for David Arden, though he saw him
advance a step or two, could not have known what hejheld in the
hand that was in shadow. The sound, indeed, of the legs of the
chair, as he set it down upon the floor, he heard.

" I should make you an apology, Mr. Arden, if I were any
longer in my own home, which 1 am not, although this is still
my house ; for I have dismissed my servants, sold my furniture,
and sent what things I cared to retain over the frontier to my
new habitation, whither I shall soon follow ; and this house too,
I shall sell. I have already two or three gudgeons nibbling,
Monsieur."

"This house must have been the hotel of some distinguished
family, Baron ; it is nobly proportioned," said David Arden.

As his eye became accustomed to the gloom, David Arden
saw trace? of gilding on the walls. The shattered frames on
which the tapestry was stretched in old times remained in the
panels, with crops of small, rusty nails visible. The faint candle-
light glimmered on a ponderous gilded cornice, which had also
sustained violence. The floor was bare, with a great deal ol
litter, and some scanty furniture. There was a lathe near the
spot where David Arden stood, and shavings and splinters under
his feet. There was a great block with a vice attached. In a
portion of the fire-place was built a furnace. There were
pincers and other instruments lying about the room, which had
more the appearance of an untidy workshop than of a, study, and
seemed a suitable enough abode for the uncouth figure that con-
fronted him.

" Ha ! Monsieur," growls the baron, " stone walls .have ears,
you say if only they had tongues ; what tales these could tell !
This house was one of Madame du Barry's, and was sacked in
the great Revolution. The mirrors were let into the plaster in
the walls. In some of the rooms there are large fragments still
stuck in the wall so fast, you would need a hammer and chisel to
dislodge and break them up. This room was an ante-room, and
admitted to the lady's bed-room by two doors, this and that. The
panels of that other, by which you entered from the stair, were
of mirror. They were quite smashed. The furniture, I suppose,
flew out of the window ; everything was broken up in small bits,
and torn to rags, or carried off to the broker after the first fury,
and sansculotte families came in and took possession of the
wrecked apartments. You will say then, what was left ? The
bricks, the stones, hardly the plaster on the walls. Yet, Monsieur

368 Checkmate*

Arden, I have discovered some of the best treasures the house
contained, and they are at present in this room. Are you a
collector, Monsieur Arden ?"

Uncle David disclaimed the honourable imputation. He was
thinking of cutting all this short, and bringing the baron to the
point. The old man was at the period when the egotism of aga
asserts itself, and was garrulous, and being, perhaps, despotic
and fierce (he looked both), he might easily take fire and become
impracticable. Therefore, on second thoughts, he was cautious.

" You can now see more plainly," said the baron. " Will you ap-
proach ? Concealed by a double covering of strong paper pasted
over it, and painted and gilded, each of these two doors on its six
panels contains six distinct master-pieces of Watteau's. I have
know that for ten years, and have postponed removing them.
Twelve Watteaus, as fine as any in the world ! I would not trust
their removal to any other hand, and so, the panel comes out
without a shake. Come here, Monsieur, if you please. This
candle affords a light sufficient to see, at least, some of the
beauties of these incomparable works."

" Thanks, Baron, a glance will suffice, for I am nothing of an
artist."

He approached. It was true that his sight had grown accus-
tomed to the obscurity, for he could now see the baron's features
much more distinctly. His large waxen face was shorn smooth,
except on the upper lip, where a short moustache still bristled ;
short black eyebrows contrasted also with the bald massive fore-
head, and round the eyes was a complication of mean and
cunning wrinkles. Some peculiar lines between these con-
tracted brows gave a character of ferocity to this forbidding
and .sensual face.

" Now ! See there ! Those four pictures — I would not sell
those four Watteaus for one hundred thousand francs. And the
other door is worth the same. Ha ! "

" You are lucky, Baron."

" I think so. I do not wish to part with them : I don't think
of selling them. See the folds of that brocade ! See the ease
and grace of the lady in the sacque, who sits on the bank there,
under the myrtles, with the guitar on her lap ! and see the
animation and elegance of that dancing boy with the
tambourine ! This is a chef-d^ccuvre, I ought not to part with
that, on any terms — no, never ! You no doubt know many
collectors, wealthy men, in England. Look at that shot silk,
green and purple ; and whom do you take that to be a portrait
of, that lady with the castanets ? "

He was pointing out each object, on which he descanted, with
his stumpy finger, his hands being, I am bound to admit, by no
means clean.

T^i? Catacombs. 369

u If you do happen to know such people, nevertheless, I should
not object to your telling them where this treasure may be seen,
I've no objection. I should not like to part with them, that .s
true. No, no, no; but every man may be tempted, it is possible
— possible, just possible."

" I shall certainly mention them to some friends."

" Wealthy men, of course," said the baron.

" It is an expensive taste. Baron, and none but wealthy people
can indulge it."

" True, and these would be very expensive. They are unique ;
that lady there is the Du Barry — a portrait worth, alone, six
thousand francs. Ha ! he ! Yes, when I take zese out and
place zem, as I mean before I go, to be seen, they will bring all
Europe together. Mit speck fangt man mause — with bacon one
catches mice ! "

"No doubt they will excite attention, Baron. But I feel I am
wasting your time and abusing your courtesy in permitting my
visit, the immediate object of which was to earnestly beg from
you some information which, I think, no one else can give me."

" Information ? Oh ! ah ! Pray resume your chair, Sir.
Information ? yes, it is quite possible I may have information
such as you need, Heaven knows ! But knowledge, they say, is
power, and if I do you a service I expect as much from you.
Eine hand ivascht die and're — one hand, Monsieur, washes ze
ozer. No man parts wis zat which is valuable, to strangers,
wisout a proper honorarium. I receive no more patients here ;
but you understand, I may be induced to attend a patient : I
may be tempted, you understand."

" But this is not a case of attending a patient, Baron," said
David Arden, a little haughtily.

" And what ze devil is it, then 1 " said the baron, turning on
him suddenly. " Monsieur will pardon me, but we professional
men must turn our time and knowledge to account, do you see?
And we don't give eizer wizout being paid, and -well paid for
them, eh?"

" Of course. I meant nothing else," said David Arden.

" Then, Sir, we understand one another so far, and that saves
time. Now, what information can the Bavoo Vanboeren give to
Monsieur David Arden ?"

" I think you would prefer my putting my questions quite
straight."

" Straight as a sword-thrust, Sir."

" Then, Baron, I want to know whether you were acquainted
with two persons, Yelland Mace and Walter Longcluse."

" Yes, I knew zem bos, slightly and yet intimately — intimately
and yet but slightly. You wish, perhaps to learn particulars
about those gentlemen ? "

37<»

Checkmate.

"I do."

' Go on : interrogate."

' Do you perfectly recollect the features of these persons?"

' I ought."

' Can you give me an accurate description of Yelland Mace?"

' I can bring you face to face with both."

' By Jove ! Sir, are you serious ?"

' Mr. Longcluse is in London."

' But you talk of bringing me face to face withthem ; how
soon ? "

' In five minutes."

' Oh, you mean a photograph, or a picture?"

' No, in the the solid. Here is the key of the catacombs."
And he took a key that hung from a nail on the wall

"Bah, ha, yah!" exploded the baron, in a ferocious sneer,
rather than a laugh, and shrugging his great shoulders to his
ears, he shook them in barbarous glee, crying — *' What clever
fellow you are, Monsieur Arden ! you see so well srough ze mill-
stone ! Ich bin klug und weise — you sing zat song. I am
intelligent and wise, eh, he ! gra-a, ha, ha!"

He seized the candlestick in one hand, and shaking the key
in the other by the side of his huge forehead, he nodded once
or twice to David Arden.

" Not much life where we are going ; but you shall see zem
bose."

" You speak riddles, Baron ; but by all means bring me, as
you say, face to face with them."

" Very good, Monsieur ; you'll follow me," said the baron.
And he opened a door that admitted to the gallery, and, with
the candle and the keys, he led the way, by this corridor, to an
iron door that had a singular appearance, being sunk two feet
back in a deep wooden frame, that threw it into shadow. This
he unlocked, and with an exertion of his weight and strength,
swung slowly open.

CHAPTER LXXIX.

RESURRECTIONS.

(AVID ARDEN entered this door, and found himself
under a vaulted roof of brick. These were the
chambers, for there was at least two, which the baron
termed his catacombs. Along both walls of the
narrow apartment were iron doors, in deep recesses, that looked
like the huge ovens of an ogre, sunk deep in the wall, and the
baron looked himself not an unworthy proprietor. The baron
had the General's faculty of remembering faces and names.

" Monsieur Yelland Mace ? Yes, I will show you him ; he is
among ze dead."

"Dead?"

" Ay, zis right side is dead—all zese."

" Do you mean," says David Arden, " literally that Yelland
Mace is no longer living ? "

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G," mutters the baron, slowly pointing his
finger along the right wall.

" I beg your pardon, Baron, but I don't think you heard me,"
said David Arden.

" Perfectly, excuse me : H, I, J, K, L, M — M. I will show
you now, if you desire it, Yelland Mace ; you shall see him
now, and never behold him more. Do you wish very much?"

"Intensely — most intensely !" said Uncle David earnestly.

The baron turned full upon him, and leaned his shoulders
against the iron door of the recess. He had taken from his
pocket a bunch of heavy keys, which he dangled from his
clenched fingers, and they made a faint jingle in the silence that
followed, for a few seconds.

" Permit me to ask," said the baron. " are your inquiries
directed to a legal object?"

372 Checkmate.

" I have no difficulty in saying yes," answered he ; aa legal
object, strictly."

"A legal object, by which you gain considerably?" he asked
slowly.

" By which I gain the satisfaction of seeing justice done upon
a villain."

"That is fine, Monsieur. Eternal justice! I have thought
and said that very often : Vive la justice eternelle / especially
when her sword shears off the head of my enemy, and her
scale is laden with napoleons for my purse."

" Monsieur le Baron mistakes, in my case ; I have absolutely
nothing to gain by the procedure I propose ; it is strictly
criminal," said David Arden drily.

" Not an estate ? not a slice of an estate ? Come, come !
Thorheit / That is foolish talk."

" I have told you already, nothing," repeated David Arden.

" Then you don't care, in truth, a single napoleon, whether
you win or lose. We have been wasting our time, Sir. I have
no time to bestow for nothing ; my minutes count by the crown,
while I remain in Paris. I shall soon depart, and practise no
more ; and my time will become my own — still my own, by no
means yours. I am candid, Sir, and I think you cannot mis-
understand me ; I must be paid for my time and opportunities."

" I never meant anything else," said Mr. Arden sturdily ; " I
shall pay you liberally for any service you render me."

" That, Sir, is equally frank ; we understand now the
principle on which I assist you. You wish to see Yelland Mace,
so you shall."

He turned about, and struck the key sharply on the iron
door.

"There he waits," said the baron, "and — did you ever see
him?"

" No."

" Bah ! what a wise man Then I may show you whom I
please, and you know nothing. Have you heard him de-
scribed?"

"Accurately."

" Well, there is some little sense in it, after all You shall
see."

He unlocked the safe, opened the door, and displayed shelves,
laden with rudely-made deal boxes, each of a little more than
a foot square. On these were marks and characters in red,
some, and some in black, and others in blue.

" He" ! you see," said the baron, pointing with his key, "my
mummies are cased in hieroglyphics. Come ! Here is the
number, the date, and the man."

And lifting them carefully one off the other, he took out

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deal box that had stood in the lowest stratum. The cover was
'oose, except for a string tied about it. He laid it upon the
floor, and took out a plaster mask, and brushing and blowing
off the saw-dust, held it up.

David Arden saw a face with large eyes closed, a very high
and thin nose, a good forehead, a delicately chiselled mouth ;
the upper lip, though well formed after the Greek model,
projected a little, and gave to the chin the effect of receding
in proportion. This slight defect showed itself in profile ; but
the face, looked at full front, was on the whole handsome, and
in some degree even interesting.

" You are quite sure of the identity of this ? " asked Uncle
David earnestly.

There was a square bit of parchment, with two or three
short lines, in a character which he did not know, glued to the
concave reverse of the mask. The baron took it, and holding
the light near, read, " Yelland Mace, suspect for his politics,
May 2nd, 1844."

" Yes," said Mr. Arden, having renewed his examination, " it
very exactly tallies with the description; the nose aquiline,
but very delicately formed. Is that writing in cypher?"
" Yes, in cypher."
" And in what language ? "
" German."

David Arden looked at it.

"You will make nothing of it. In these inscriptions, I
have employed eight languages — five European, and three
Asiatic — I am, you see, something of a linguist — and four
distinct cyphers ; so having that skill, I gave the benefit of it
to my friends ; this being secret."
" Secret ?— oh ! " said Uncle David.

" Yes, secret ; and you will please to say nothing of it to any
living creature until the twenty-first of October next, when I
retire. You understand commerce, Mr. Arden. My practice is
confidential, and I should lose perhaps eighty thousand francs
in the short space that intervenes, if I were thought to have
played a patient such a trick. It is but twenty days of reserve,
and then I go and laugh at them, every one. Piff, puff, paff !
ha! ha!"

" Yes, I promise that also," said Uncle David dryly, and to
himself he thought, "What a consummate old scoundrel !"

" Very good, Sir ; we shall want this of Yelland Mace again,
just now ; his face and coffin, ha ! ha ! can rest there for the

E resent." He had replaced the mask in its box, and that
ly on the floor. The door of the iron press he shut and
locked. " Next, I will show you Mr. Longcluse : those are
dead."

374 Checkmate.

He waved his short hand toward the row of iron doors which
he had just visited.

" Please, Sir, walk with me into this room. Ay, so. Here
are the resurrections. Will you be good enough — L, Longcluse,
M, one, two, three, four ; three, yes, to hold this candlestick for
a moment?"

The baron unlocked this door, and, after some rummaging,
he took forth a box similar to that he had taken out before.

" Yes, right, Walter Longcluse. I tell you how you will see it
best : there is brilliant moonlight, stand there."

Through a circular hole in the wall there streamed a beam of
moonlight, that fell upon the plaster-wall opposite with the
distinctness of the circle of a magic-lantern.

" You see it — you know it ! Ha ! ha 5 His pretty face ! "

He held the mask up in the moonlight, and the lineaments,
sinister enough, of Mr. Longcluse stood, sharply defined in
every line and feature, in intense white and black, against the
vacant shadow behind. There was the flat nose, the projecting
underjaw, the oblique, sarcastic eyebrow, even the line of the
slight but long scar, than ran nearly from his eye to his nostril.
The same, but younger.

" There is no doubt about that. But when was it taken ?
Will you read what is written upon it?"

Uncle David had taken out the candle, and he held it beside
the mask The baron turned it round, and read, "Walter
Longcluse, 15th October, 1844."

" The same year in which Mace's was taken ? "

" So it is, 1844."

" But there is a great deal more than you have read, written
upon the parchment in this one."

" It looks more."

"And is more. Why, count the words, one, two, four six,
eight. There must be thirty, or upwards."

" Well, suppose there are, Sir : I have read, nevertheless, all
I mean to read for the present. Suppose we bring these three
masks together. We can talk a little then, and I will perhaps
tell you more, and disclose to you some secrets of nature and
art, of which perhaps you suspect nothing. Come, come.
Monsieur ! kindly take the candle."

The baron shut the iron door with a clang, and locked it,
and, taking up the box, marched into the next room, and
placing the boxes one on top of the other, carried them in
silence out upon the gallery, accompanied by David Arden.

How desolate seemed the silence of the vast house, in all
which, by this time, perhaps, there did not burn another light !

They now re-entered the large and strangely-littered chamber
in which he had talked with the baron ; they stop among

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375

the chips and sawdust with which his work has strewn the
floor

" Set the candle on this table," says he. " I'll light another
for a time. See all the trouble and time you cost me ! "

He placed the two boxes on the table.

" I am extremely sorry "

" Not on my account, you needn't. You'll pay me well for
it."

" So I will, Baron."

" Sit you down on that, Monsieur."

He placed a clumsy old chair, with a balloon-back, for his
visitor, and, seating himself upon another, he struck his hand
on the table, and said, arresting for a moment the restless move-
ment of his eyes, and fixing on him a savage stare —

" You shall see wonders and hear marvels, if only you are
willing to pay what they are worth." The baron laughed when
be had said this.

CHAPTER LXXX.

ANOTHER.

OU shall sit here, Mr. Arden," said the baron,
placing a chair for him. " You shall be comfort-
able. I grow in confidence with you. I feel
inwardly an intuition when I speak wis a man of
honour ; my demon, as it were, whispers ' Trust him, honour
him, make much of him.' Will you take a pipe, or a mug of
beer ? "

This abrupt invitation Mr. Arden civilly declined.

" Well, I shall have my pipe and beer. See, there is ze
barrel — not far to go." He raised the candle, and David Arden
saw for the first time the outline of a veritable beer-barrel in the
corner, on tressels, such as might have regaled a party of boors
in the clear shadow of a Teniers.

" There is the comely beer-cask, not often seen in Paris, in
the corner of our boudoir, resting against the only remaining
rags of the sky-blue and gold silk — it is rotten now — with which
the room was hung, and a gilded cornice — it is black now —
over its head ; and now, instead of beautiful women and grace-
ful youths, in gold lace and cut velvets and perfumed powder,
there are but one rheumatic and crooked old woman, and one old
Prussian doctor, in his shirt-sleeves, ha ! ha ! mutat terra
•vices / Come, we shall look at these again, and you shall hear
more."

He placed the two masks upon the chimney-piece, leaning
against the wall.

"And we will illuminate them," says he ; and he takes, one after
the other, half a dozen pieces of wax candle, and dripping the
melting wax on the chimney-piece, he sticks each candle in turn
in a little pool of its own wax.

" I spare nothing, you see, to make all plain. Those two faces
present a marked contrast. Do you, Mr. Arden, know an^lhiny,
ever so little, of the fate of Yelland Mace ?"

Another* 377

* Nothing. Is he living ? "

" Suppose he is dead, what then ?"

" In that case, of course, I take my leave of the inquiry, and
of you, asking you simply one question, whether there was
any correspondence between Yelland Mace and Walter Long-
cluse?"

" A very intimate correspondence," said the baron.

"Of what nature?"

" Ha ! They have been combined in business, in pleasures,
in crimes," said the baron. " Look at them. Can you believe
it ? So dissimilar ! They are opposites in form and character,
as if fashioned in expression and in feature each to contradict
the other ; yet so united ! "

" And in crime, you say ? "

" Ay, in crime — in all things."

" Is Yelland Mace still living ? " urged David Arden.

" Those features, in life, you will never behold, Sir."

" He is dead. You said that you took that mask from among
the dead. Is he dead ? "

" No, Sir ; not actually dead, but under a strange condition.
Bah ; Don't you see I have a secret ? Do you prize very
highly learning where he is ?"

" Very highly, provided he may be secured and brought to
trial ; and you, Baron, must arrange to give your testimony to
prove his identity."

" Yes ; that would be indispensible," said the baron, whose
eyes were sweeping the room from corner to corner, fiercely
and swiftly. " Without me you can never lift the veil ; without
me you can never unearth your stiff and pale Yelland Mace, nor
without me identify and hang him."

" I rely upon your aid, Baron," said Mr. Arden, who was be-
coming agitated. " Your trouble shall be recompensed ; you
may depend upon my honour."

" I am running a certain risk. I am not a fool, though, like
little Lebas. I am not to be made away with like a kitten ; and
once I move in this matter, I burn my ships behind me, and
return to my splendid practice, under no circumstances, ever
again."

The baron's pallid face looked more bloodless, his accent was
fiercer, and his countenance more ruffianly as he uttered all
this.

" I understood, Baron, that you had quite made up your mind
to retire within a very few weeks," said David Arden.

" Does any man who has lived as long as you or I quite trust
his own resolution ? No one likes to be nailed to a plan of action
an hour before he need be. I find my practice more lucrative
every day. I may be tempted to postpone my retirement, and

378

Checkmatt.

for a while longer to continue to gather the golden harvest that
ripens round me. But once I take this step, all is up with that,
You see — you understand. Bah ! you are no fool ; it is plain,
all I sacrifice."

" Of course, Baron, you shall take no trouble, and make no
sacrifice, without ample compensation. But are you aware of
the nature of the crime committed by that man ? "

" I never trouble my head about details ; it is enough, the
man is a political refugee, and his object concealment."

" But he was no political refugee ; he had nothing to do with
politics — he was simply a murderer and a robber."

" What a little rogue ! Will you excuse my smoking a pipe
and drinking a little beer ? Now, he never hinted that, although
I knew him very intimately, for he was my patient for some
months ; never hinted it, he was so sly."

" And Mr. Longcluse, was he your patient also ? "

" Ha ! to be sure he was. You won't drink some beer? No ;
well, in a moment."

He drew a little jugful from the cask, and placed it, and a
pewter goblet, on the table, and then filled, lighted, and smoked
his pipe as he proceeded.

" I will tell you something concerning those gentlemen, Mr.
Longcluse and Mr. Mace, which may amuse you. Listen.*'

CHAPTER LXXXI.

BROKEN.

Y hands were very full," said the baron, displaying
his stumpy fingers. " I received patients in this
house ; I had what you call many irons in ze
fire. I was making napoleons then, I don't mind
telling you, as fast as a man could run bullets. My minutes
counted by the crown. It was in the month of May, 1844,
late at night, a man called here, wanting to consult me. He
called himself Herr von Konigsmark. I went down and saw
him in my audience room. He knew I was to be depended upon.
Such people tell one another who may be trusted. He told me
he was an Austrian proscribed : very good. He proposed to
place himself in my hands : very well. I looked him in the face
— you have there exactly what I saw."

He extended his hand toward the mask of Yelland Mace.
"'You are an Austrian/ I said, 'a native subject of the
empire ? '
'Yes.'
| Italian?'

' Hungarian ? '

• No.'

' Well, you are not German — ha, ha !— I can swear to that.'

He was speaking to me in German.

' Your accent is foreign. Come, confidence. You must be
no impostor. I must make no mistake, and blunder into a
national type of features, all wrong ; if I make your mask, it
must do us credit. I know many gentlemen's secrets, and as
many ladies' secrets. A man of honour ! What are you
afraid of ?"'

380 Checkmate.

" You were not a statuary?" said Uncle David, astonished at
his versatility.

" Oh, yes ! A statuary, but only in grotesque, you understand.
I will show you some of my work by-and-by."

" And I shall perhaps understand."

"You shall, perfectly. With some reluctance, then, he
admitted that what I positively asserted was true ; for I told
him I knew from his accent he was an Englishman. Then, with
some little pressure, I invited him to tell his name. He did — it
was Yelland Mace. That is Yelland Mace."

He had now finished his pipe : he went over to the chimney-
piece, and having knocked out the ashes, and with his pipe
pointing to the tip of the long thin plaster nose, he said, " Look
well at him. Look till you know all his features by rote. Look
till you fix them for the rest of your days well in memory,
and then say what in the devil's name you could make of
them. Look at that high nose, as thin as a fish-knife. Look
at the line of the mouth and chin ; see the mild gentleman-
like contour. If you find a fellow with a flat nose, and a pair of
upper tusks sticking out an inch, and a squint that turns out
one eye like the white of an egg, you pull out the tusks, you raise
the skin of the nose, slice a bit out of the cheek, and make a
false bridge, as high as you please ; heal the cheek with a stitch
or two, and operate with the lancet for the squint, and your bust
is complete. Bravo ! you understand ? "

" I confess, Baron, I do not."

" You shall, however. Here is the case — a political refugee,
like Monsieur Yelland Mace "

" But he was no such thing."

"Well, a criminal — any man in such a situation is, for me, a
political refugee zat, for reasons, desires to revisit his country,
and yet must be so thoroughly disguised zat by no surprise, and
by no process, can he be satisfactorily recognised ; he comes to
me, tells me his case, and says, ' I desire, Baron, to become
your patient,' and so he places himself in my hands, and so — •
ha, ha ! You begin to perceive ?"

" Yes, I do ! I think I understand you clearly. But, Lord
bless me ! what a nefarious trade ! " exclaimed Uncle David.

The baron was not offended ; he laughed.

" Nevertheless," said he, '; There's no harm in that. Not
that I care much about the question of right or wrong in the
matter ; but there's none. Bah ! who's the worse of his going
back ? or, if he did not, who's the better ?"

Uncle David did not care to discuss this point in ethics, but
simply said, —

"And Mr. Longcluse was also a patient of yours?"

'• Yes, certainly," said the baron*

Broken. 381

"We Londoners know nothing of his history," said Mr.
Arden.

"A political refugee, like Mr. Mace," said the baron. "Now,
look at Herr Yelland Mace. It was a severe operation, but a
beautiful one ! 1 opened the skin with a single straight cut from
the lachrymal gland to the nostril, and one underneath meeting
it, you see" (ne was tracing the line of the scalpel with the stem
of his pipe), " along the base of the nose from the point. Then
I drew back the skin over the bridge, and then I operated on
the bone and cartilage, cutting them and the muscle at the
extremity down to a level with the line of the face, and drew the
flap of skin back, cutting it to meet the line of the skin of the
cheek ; there, you see, so much for the nose. Now see the
curved eyebrow. Instead of that very well marked arch, I
resolved it should slant from the radix of the nose in a straight
line obliquely upward ; to effect which I removed at the upper
edje of each eyebrow, at the corner next the temple, a portion of
the skin and muscle, which, being reunited and healed, produced
the requisite contraction, and thus drew that end of each brow
upward. And now, having disposed of the nose and brows, I
come to the mouth. Look at the profile of this mask."

He was holding that of Yelland Mace toward Mr. Arden, and
with the bowl of the pipe in his right hand, pointed out the lines
and features on which he descanted, with the amber point of the
stem.

" Now, if you observe, the chin in this face, by reason of the
marked prominence of the nose, has the effect of receding, but
it does not. If you continue the perpendicular line of ze fore-
head, ze chin, you see, meets it. The upper lip, though short
and well-formed, projects a good deal. Ze under lip rather re-
tires, and this adds to the receding effect of the chin, you see.
My coup-d'ail assured me that it was practicable to give to this
feature the character of a projecting under-jaw. The complete
depression of the nose more than half accomplished it. The
rest is done by cutting away two upper and four undcr-teeth,
and substituting false ones at the desired angle. By that appli-
cation of dentistry I obtained zis new line." (He indicated the
altered outline of the features, as before, with his pipe). " It
was a very pretty operation. The effect you could hardly be-
lieve. He was two months recovering, confined to his bed, ha !
ha ! We can't have an immovable mask of living flesh, blood,
and bone for nothing. He was threatened with erysipelas, and
there was a rather critical inflammation of the left eye. When
he could sit up, and bear the light, and looked in the glass, in-
stead of thanking me, he screamed like a girl, and cried and
cursed for an hour, ha, ha, ha ! He was glad of it afterward : it
was so complete. Look at it " (he held up the mask of Yelland

2B

382 Checkmate.

Mace) : " a face, on the whole, good-looking, but a little of a
parrot-face, you know. I took him into my hands with that
face, and" (taking up the mask of Mr. Longcluse, and turning it
with a slow oscillation so as to present it in every aspect), he
added, " these are the features of Yelland Mace as I sent him
into the world with the name of Herr Longcluse ! "

"You mean to say that Yelland Mace and Walter Longcluse
are the same person ? " cried David Arden, starting to his feet.

" I swear that here is Yelland Mace before, and here after the
operation, call him what you please. When I was in London,
two months ago, I saw Monsieur Longcluse. He is Yelland
Mace ; and these two masks are both masks of the same
Yelland Mace."

"Then the evidence is complete," said David Arden, with
awe in his face, as he stood for a moment gazing on the masks
which the Baron Vanboeren held up side by side before him.

"Ay, the masks and the witness to explain them," said the
baron, sturdily.

" It is a perfect identification," murmured Mr. Arden, with
his eyes still riveted on the plaster faces. " Good God ! how
wonderful that proof, so complete in all its parts, should
remain !"

" Well, I don't love Longcluse, since so he is named ; he dis-
obliged me when I was in London," said the baron. " Let him
hang, since so you ordain it. I'm ready to go to London, give
my evidence, and produce these plaster casts. But my time
and trouble must be considered."

" Certainly."

" Yes," said the baron ; "and to avoid tedious arithmetic, and
for the sake of convenience, I will agree to visit London, at what
time you appoint, to bring with me these two masks, and to
give my evidence against Yelland Mace, otherwise Walter Long-
cluse, my stay in London not to exceed a fortnight, for ten
thousand pounds sterling."

"I don't think, Baron, you can be serious," said Mr. Arden,
as soon as he had recovered breath.

" Donner-wetter ! I will show you that I am!" bawled the
baron. " Now or never, Sir. Do as you please. I sha'n't
abate a franc. Do you like my offer ? "

On the event of this bargain are depending issues of which
David Arden knows nothing; the dangers, the agonies, the
salvation of those who are nearest to him on earth. The villain
Longcluse, and the whole fabric of his machinations, may be
dashed in pieces by a word.

How, then, did David Arden, who hated a swindle, answer
the old extortioner, who asked him, '• Do you like my offer?"

^ Certainly not, Sir," said David Arden, sternly.

Broken. 383

" Then was scheert's mich ! What do I care ! No more, no
more about it ! " yelled the baron in a fury, and dashed the two
masks to pieces on the hearth-stone at his feet, and stamped the
fragments into dust with his clumsy shoes.

With a cry, old Uncle David rushed forward to arrest the
demolition, but too late. The baron, who was liable to such
accesses of rage, was grinding his teeth, and rolling his eyes,
and stamping in fury.

The masks, those priceless records, were gone, past all hope
of restoration. Uncle David felt for a moment so transported
with anger, that I think he was on the point of striking him.
How it would have fared with him, if he had, I can't tell."

"Now !" howled the baron, "ten times ten thousand pounds
would not place you where you were, Sir. You fancied, perhaps,
I would stand haggling with you all night, and yield at last to
your obstinacy. What is my answer ? The floor strewn with
the fragments of your calculation. Where will you turn — what
will you do now ? "

" Suppose I do this," said Uncle David fiercely — " report to
the police what I have seen — your masks and all the rest, and
accomplish, besides, all I require, by my own evidence as to
what I myself saw ? "

"And I will confront you, as a witness," said the baron, with
a cold sneer, "and deny it all — swear it is a dream, and aid your
poor relatives in proving you unfit to manage your own money
matters."

Uncle David paused for a moment. The baron had no idea
how near he was, at that moment, to a trial of strength with his
English visitor. Uncle David thinks better of it, and he con-
tents himself with saying, " I shall have advice, and you shall
most certainly hear from me again."

Forth from the room strides David Arden in high wrath.
Fearing to lose his way, he bawls over the banister, and through
the corridors, "Is any one there?" and after a time the old
woman, who is awaiting him in the hall, replies, and he is once
more in the open street.

CHAPTER LXXXII.

DOPPELGANGER.

j]T was late, he did not know or care how late. He was
by no means familiar with this quarter of the city.
He was agitated and angry, and did not wish to re-
turn to his hotel till he had a little walked off his
excitement. Slowly he sauntered along, from street to street.
These were old-fashioned, such as were in vogue in the days of
the Regency. Tall houses, with gables facing the street ; few
of them showing any light from their windows, and their dark
outlines discernible on high against the midnight sky. Now he
heard the voices of people near, emerging from a low theatre in
a street at the right. A number of men come ,Jong the trottoir,
toward Uncle David. They were going to a gaming-house anc
restaurant at the end of the street, which he had nearly reachec
This troop of idlers he accompanies. They turn into an open
door, and enter a passage not very brilliantly lighted. At the
left was the open door of a restaurant. The greater number of
those who enter follow the passage, however, which leads to the
roulette-room.

As Uncle David, with a caprice of curiosity, follows slowly
in 'the wake of this accession to the company, a figure passes
and goes before him into the room.

With a strange thrill he takes or mistakes this figure for Mr.
Longcluse. He pauses, and sees the tall figure enter the
roulette-room. He follows it as soon as he recollects himself
a little, and goes into the room. The players are, as usual,
engrossed by the game. But at the far side beyond these busy
people, he sees this person, whom he recognises by a light great-
coat, stooping with his lips pretty near the ear of a man who
was sitting at the table. He raises himself in a moment more,

Doppelganger. 385

and stands before Uncle David, and at the first glance he is
quite certain that Mr. Longcluse is before him. The tall man
stands with folded arms, and looks carelessly round the room,
and at Uncle David among the rest.

" Here," he thought, " is the man ; and the evidence, clear
and conclusive, and so near this very spt>t, now scattered in dust
and fragments, and the witness who might have clenched the
case impracticable ! "

This tall man, however, he begins to perceive, has points, and
strong ones, of dissimilarity, notwithstanding his general re-
semblance to Mr. Longcluse. His beard and hair are red ; his
shoulders are broader, and very round ; much clumsier and
more powerful he looks ; and there is an air of vulgarity and
swagger and boisterous good spirits about him, certainly in
marked contrast with Mr. Longcluse's very quiet demeanour.

Uncle David now finds himself in that uncomfortable state
of oscillation between two opposite convictions which, in a
matter of supreme importance, amounts very nearly to torture.

This man does not appear at all put out by Mr. Arden's
observant presence, nor even conscious of it. A place becomes
vacant at the table, and he takes it, and stakes some money,
and goes on, and wins and loses, and at last yawns and turns
away, and walks slowly round to the door near which David
Arden is standing. Is not this the very man whom he saw for
a moment on board the steamer, as he crossed ? As he passes
a jet of gas, the light falls upon his face at an angle that brings
out lines that seem familiar to the Englishman, and for the
moment determines his doubts. David Arden, with his eyes
fixed upon him, says, as he was about to pass him, —

" How d'ye do, Mr. Longcluse ?"

The gentleman stops, smiles, and shrugs.

"Pardon, Monsieur," he says in French, al do not speak
English or German."

The quality of the voice that spoke these words was, he
thought, different from Mr. Longcluse's — less tone, less depth,
and more nasal.

The gentleman pauses and smiles with his head inclined,
evidently expecting to be addressed in French.

" I believe I have made a mistake, Sir," hesitates Mr. Arden.

The gentleman inclines his head lower, smiles, and waits
patiently for a second or two. Mr. Arden, a little embarrassed,
says,—

I thought, Monsieur, I had met you before in England."

" I have never been in England, Monsieur," says the patient
and polite Frenchman, in his own language. " I cannot have
had the honour, therefore, of meeting Monsieur there."

He pauses politely.

386

Checkmate.

" Then I have only to make an apology. \ beg your— I beg
— but surely — I think — by Jove ! " he breaks into English, " I
can't be mistaken — you are Mr. Longcluse."

The tall gentleman looks so unaffectedly puzzled, and so
politely good-natured, as he resumes, in the tones which seem
perfectly natural, and yet one note in which David Arden fails
to recognise, and says, —

" Monsieur must not trouble himself of having made a
mistake : my name is St. Ange."

" I believe I have made amistake, Monsieur — pray excuse
me."

The gentleman bows very ceremoniously, and Monsieur St.
Ange walks slowly out, and takes a glass of curagoa in the
outer room. As he is paying the gargon, Mr. Arden again
appears, once more in a state of uncertainty, and again leaning
to the belief that this person is indeed the Mr. Longcluse who
at present entirely possesses his imagination.

The tall stranger with the round shoulders in truth resembled
the person who, in a midnight interview on Hampstead Heath,
had discussed some momentous questions with Paul Davies, as
we remember ; but that person spoke in the peculiar accent of
the northern border. His beard, too, was exorbitant in length,
and flickered wide and red, in the wind. This beard, on the
contrary, was short and trim, and hardly so red, I think, as that
moss-trooper's. On the whole, the likeness in both cases was
somewhat rude and general. Still the resemblance to Longcluse
again struck Mr. Arden so powerfully, that he actually followed
him into the street and overtook him only a dozen steps away
from the door, on the now silent pavement.

Hearing his hurried step behind him, the object of his pursuit
turns about and confronts him for the first time with an
offended and haughty look.

" Monsieur !" says he a little grimly, drawing himself up as
he comes to a sudden halt.

" The impression has forced itself upon me again that you
are no other than Mr. Walter Longcluse," says Uncle David.

The tall gentleman recovered his good-humour, and smiled
as before, with a shrug.

" I have not the honour of that gentleman's acquaintance,
Monsieur, and cannot tell, therefore, whether he in the least
resembles me. But as this kind of thing is unusual, and
grows wearisome, and may end in putting me out of temper
— which is not easy, although quite possible — and as my
assurance that I am really myself seems insufficient to
convince Monsieur, I shall be happy to offer other evidence
of the most unexceptionable kind. My house is only
two streets distant. There my wife and daughter await me,

Doppelganger. 387

and our curd partakes of our little supper at twelve. I am a
little late," says he, listening, for the clocks are tolling twelve ;
" however, it is a little more than two hundred metres, if you
will accept my invitation, and I shall be very happy to introduce
you to my wife, to my daughter Clotilde, and to our good cure",
who is a most agreeable man. Pray come, share our little
supper, see what sort of people we are, and in this way — more
agreeable, I hope, than any other, and certainly less fallacious
— you can ascertain whether I am Monsieur St. Ange, or that
other gentleman with whom you are so obliging as to confound
me. Pray come; it is not much — a fricasde, a few cutlets, an
omelette, and a glass of wine. Madame St. Ange will be
charmed to make your acquaintance, my daughter will sing us
a song, and you will say that Monsieur le Cure" is really a most
entertaining companion."

There was something so simple and thoroughly good-natured
in this invitation, under all the circumstances, that Mr. Arden
felt a little ashamed of his persistent annoyance of so hospitable
a fellow, and for the moment he was convinced that he must
have been in error.

" Sir," says David Arden, " I am now convinced that I must
have been mistaken ; but I cannot deny myself the honour of
being presented to Madame St. Ange, and I assure you I am
quite ashamed of the annoyance -I must have caused you, and
1 offer a thousand apologies." ,

"Not one, pray," replies the Frenchman, with great good-
humour and gaiety. "I felicitate myself on a mistake which
promises to result so happily."

So side by side, at a leisurely pace, they pursued their way
through these silent streets, and unaccountably the conviction
again gradually stole over Uncle David that he was actually
walking by the side of Mr. Longcluse.

CHAPTER LXXXIII.

A SHORT PARTING.

||HE fluctuations of Mr. Arden's conviction continued.
His new acquaintance chatted gaily. They passed a
transverse street, and he saw him glance quickly
right and left, with a shrewd eye that did not quite
accord with his careless demeanour.

Here for a moment the moon fell full upon them, and the
effect of this new light was, once more, to impair Mr. Arden's
confidence in his last conclusions about this person. Again he
was at sea as to his identity.

There were the gabble and vociferation of two women
quarrelling in the street to the left, and three tipsy fellows,
marching home, were singing a trio some way up the street to
the right.

They had encountered but one figure — a seedy scrivener, slip-
shod, shuffling his way to his garret, with a baize bag of law-
papers to copy in his left hand, and a sheaf of quills in his
right, and a pale, careworn face turned Ap towards the sky.
The streets were growing more silent and deserted as they
proceeded.

He was sauntering onward by the side of this urbane and
garrulous stranger, when, like a whisper, the thought came,
" Take care ! "

David Arden stopped short.

"Eh, bien?" said his polite companion, stopping simul-
taneously, and staring in his face a little grimly.

"On reflection, Monsieur, it is so late, that I fear I should
hardly reach my hotel in time if I were to accept your agreeable
invitation, and letters probably await me, which I should, at
least, read to-night."

" Surely Monsieur will not disappoint me — surely Monsieur is

A Short Parting. 389

hot going to treat me so oddly?" expostulated Monsieur St.
Ange.

" Good-night, Sir. Farewell ! " said .David Arden, raising his
hat as he turned to go.

There intervened not two yards between them, and the
polite Monsieur St. Ange makes a stride after him, and extends
his hand — whether there is a weapon in it, I know not ; but he
exclaims fiercely, —

" Ha ! robber ! my purse ! '*

Fortunately, perhaps, at that moment, from a lane only a few
yards away, emerge two gendarmes, and Monsieur St. Ange
exclaims, "Ah, Monsieur, mille pardons ! Here it is ! All safe,
Monsieur. Pray excuse my mistake as frankly as I have
excused yours. Adieu ! "

Monsieur St. Ange raises his hat, shrugs, smiles, and with-
drew.

Uncle David thought, on the whole, he was well rid of his
ambiguous acquaintance, and strode along beside the gen-
darmes, who civilly directed him upon his way, which he had
lost.

So, then, upon Mr. Longcluse's fortunes the sun shone ; his
star, it would seem, was in the ascendant. If the evil genius
who ruled his destiny was contending, in a chess game, with the
good angel of Alice Arden, her game seemed pretty well lost,
and the last move near.

When David Arden reached his hotel a note awaited him, in
the hand of the Baron Vanboeren. He read it under the gas
in the hall. It said : —

" We must, in this world, forgive and reconsider many things.
I therefore pardon you, you me. So soon as you have slept upon our
conversation, you will accept an offer which I cannot modify. I always
proportion the burden to the back. The rich pay me handsomely ; for
the poor I have prescribed and operated, sometimes, for nothing ! You
have the good fortune, like myself, to be childless, wifeless, and rich.
When I take a fancy to a thing, nothing stops me ; you, no doubt, in
like manner. The trouble is something to me ; the danger, which you
count nothing, to me is much. The compensation I name, estimated
without the circumstances, is large ; compared with my wealth, trifling ;
compared with your wealth, nothing ; as the condition of a transaction
between you and me, therefore, not worth mentioning. The accident
of last night I can repair. The original matrix of each mask remains
safe in my hands : from this I can multiply casts ad libitum. Both
these matrices I will hammer into powder at twelve o'clock to-morrow
night, unless my liberal offer shall have been accepted before that hour.
I write to a man of honour. We understand each other.

"EMMANUEL VANBOEREN."

The ruin, then, was not irretrievable ; and there was time to

390 Checkmate.

take advice, and think it over. In the baron's brutal letter
there was a coarse logic, not without its weight.

In better spirits David Arden betook himself to bed. It
vexed him to think of submitting to the avarice of that wicked
old extortioner ; but to that submission, reluctant as he is, it
seems probable he will come.

And now his thoughts turn upon the hospitable Monsieur St.
Ange, and he begins, I must admit not altogether without
reason, to reflect what a fool he has been. He wonders whether
that hospitable and polite gentleman had intended to murder
him, at the moment when the gendarmes so luckily appeared.
And in the midst of his speculations, overpowered by fatigue,
he fell asleep, and ate his breakfast next morning very
happily.

Uncle David had none of that small diplomatic genius that
helps to make a good attorney. That sort of knowledge of
human nature would have prompted a careless reception of the
baron's note, and an entire absence of that promptitude which
seems to imply an anxiety to seize an offer.

Accordingly, it was at about eleven o'clock in the morning
that he presented himself at the house of the Baron Van-
boeren.

He was not destined to conclude a reconciliation with that
German noble, nor to listen to his abrupt loquacity, nor ever
more to discuss of negotiate anything whatsoever with him, for
the Baron Vanboeren had been found that morning close to his
hall door on the floor, shot with no less than three bullets
through his body, and his pipe in both hands clenched to his
blood-soaked breast like a crucifix. The baron is not actually
dead. He has been hours insensible. He cannot live ; and
the doctor says that neither speech nor recollection can return
before he dies.

By whose hands, for what cause, in what manner the world
had lost that excellent man, no one could say. A great variety
of theories prevail on the subject. He had sent the old servant
for Pierre la Roche, whom he employed as a messenger, and he
had given him at about a quarter to eleven a note addressed to
David Arden, Esquire, which was no doubt that which Mr.
Arden had received.

Had Heaven decreed that this investigation should come to
naught ? This blow seemed irremediable.

David Arden, however, had, as I mentioned, official friends,
and it struck him that he might through them obtain access to
the rooms in which his interviews with the baron had taken
place ; and that an ingenious and patient artist in plaster might
be found who would search out the matrices, or, at worst, piece
the fragments of the mask together, and so, in part, perhaps,

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restore the demolished evidence. It turned out, however, that
the destruction of these relics was too complete for any such
experiments ; and all that now remained was, upon the baron's
letter of the evening before, to move in official quarters for a
search for those "matrices" from which it was alleged the
masks were taken.

This subject so engrossed his mind, that it was not until after
his late dinner that he began once more to think of Monsieur
St. Ange, and his resemblance to Mr. Longcluse ; and a new
suspicion began to envelope those gentlemen in his imagination.
A thought struck him, and up got Uncle David, leaving his wine
unfinished, and a few minutes more saw him in the telegraph
office, writing the following message : —

" From Monsieur David Arden, etc. , to Monsieur Bkmnt,
5 Manchester Buildings, Westminster, London.

" Pray telegraph immediately to say whether Mr. Longcluse is at his,
house, Bolton Street, Piccadilly."

No answer reached him that night ; but in the morning he
found a telegram dated 11.30 of the previous night, which
said —

"Mr. Longcluse is ill at his house at Richmond — better to-day."
To this promptly he replied—

" See him, if possible, immediately at Richmond, and say how he
looks. The surrender of the lease m Crown Alley will be an excuse.
See him" if there. Ascertain with certainty where. Telegraph
immediately."

No answer had reached Uncle David at three o'clock P.M. ;
he had despatched his message at nine. He was impatient, and
walked to the telegraph office to make inquiries, and to grumble.
He sent another message in querulous and peremptory laconics.
But no answer came till near twelve o'clock, when the follow-
ing was delivered to him : —

"Yours came while out. Received at 6 P.M. Saw Longcluse at
Richmond. Looks seedy. Says he is all right now. "

He read this twice or thrice, and lowered the hand whose
fingers held it by the corner, and looked up, taking a turn or
two about the room ; and he thought what a precious fool he
must have appeared to Monsieur St. Ange, and then again, with

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Checkmate.

another view of that gentleman's character, what an escape he
had possibly had.

So there was no distraction any longer ; and he directed his
mind now exclusively upon the distinct object of securing
possession of the moulds from which the masks were taken ;
and for many reasons it is not likely that very much will come
of his search.

CHATPER LXXXIV.

AT MORTLAKE.

BVENTS do not stand still at Mortlake. It is now
about four o'clock on a fine autumnal afternoon.
Since we last saw her, Alice Arden has not once
sought to pass the hall-door. It would not have been
possible to do so. No one passed that barrier without a
scrutiny, and the aid of the key of the man who kept guard at
the door, as closely as ever did the office at the hatch of the
debtor's prison. The suite of five rooms up-stairs, to which
Alice is now strictly confined, is not only comfortable, but
luxurious. It had been fitted up for his own use by Sir
Reginald years before he exchanged it for those rooms down-
stairs which, as he grew older, he preferred.

Levi every day visited the house, and took a report of all that
was said and planned up-stairs, in a t£te-d,-tete with Phoebe
Chiffinch, in the great parlour among the portraits. The girl
was true to her young and helpless mistress, and was in her
confidence, outwitting the rascally Jew, who every time, by
Longcluse's order, bribed her handsomely for the information
that was misleading him.

From Phoebe the young lady concealed no pang of her
agony. Well was it for her that in their craft they had ex-
changed the comparatively useless Miss Diaper for this poor
girl, on whose apprenticeship to strange ways, and a not very
lastidious life, they relied for a clever and unscrupulous instru-
ment. Perhaps she had more than the cunning they reckoned
upon. " But I 'av' took a liking to ye, Miss, and they'll not
make nothing of Phoebe Chiffinch."

. Alice was alone in her room, and Phoebe Chiffinch came
running up the great staircase singing, and through the inter-
vening suite of rooms, entered that in which her young mistress

394 Checkmate.

awaited her return. Her song falters, and dies into a strange
ejaculation, as she passes the door.

" The Lord be thanked, that's over and done ! " she exclaims,
with a face pale from excitement.

' Sit down, Phcebe ; you are trembling ; you must drink a
little water. Are you well ? "

" La ! quite well, Miss," said Phcebe, more cheerily, and
then burst into tears. She gulped down some of the water
which the frightened young lady held to her lips, and recovering
quickly, she gets on her feet, and says impatiently — " I'm sure,
Miss, I don't know what makes me such a fool ; but I'm all
right now, Ma'am ; and you asked me, the other day, about the
big key of the old back-door lock that I showed you, and I said,
though it could not open no door, I would find a use for it, yet.
So I 'av', Miss."

" Go on ; I recollect perfectly."

" You remember the bit of parchment I asked you to write
the words on yesterday evening, Miss ? They was these :
* Passage on the left, from main passage to housekeeper's room,'
etc. Well, I was with Mr. Vargers when he locked that passage
up, and it leads to a door in the side of the 'ouse, which it opens
into the grounds ; and in that houter door he left a key, and
only took with him the key of the door at the other end, winch
it opens from the 'ousekeeper's passage. So all seemed sure —
sure it is, so long as you can't get into that side passage, which
it is locked."

" I understand ; go on, Phcebe."

" Well, Miss, the reason I vallied that key I showed you so
much, was because it's as like the key of the side passage as one
egg is to another, only it won't turn in the lock. So, as that key
I must 'av5, I tacked the bit of parchment you wrote to the
'andle of the other, which the two matches exactly, and I didn't
tell you, Miss, thinking what a taking you'd be in, but I went
down to try if I could not take it for the right one."

" It was kind of you not to tell me ; go on," said the young
lady.

" Well, Miss, I 'ad the key in my pocket, ready to change ;
and I knew well how 'twould be, if I was found out — I'd get
the sack, or be locked up 'ere myself, more likely, and no
more chances for you. Mr. Vargers was in the room — the
porter's room they calls it now — and in I goes. I did not see no
one there, but Vargers and he was lookin' sly, I thought, and
him and Mr. Boult has been talking me over, I fancy, and
they don't quite trust me. So I began to talk, wheedling him
the best I could to let me go into town for an hour ; 'twas
only for talk, for well I knew I shouldn't get to go ; but nothing
but chaff did he answer. And then, says I, is Mr. Levice

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come yet, and he said, he is, but he has a second key of the
back door and he may 'av* let himself hout. Well, I says,
thinking to make Vargers jealous, he's a werry pleasant gentle-
man, a bit too pleasant for me, and I'm a-going to the kitchen,
and I'd rayther he wastnt there, smoking as he often does, and
talking nonsense, when I'm in it. There's others that's nicer,
to my fancy, than him — so, jest you go and see, and I'll take
care of heverything 'ere till you come back — and don't you be
a minute. There was the keys, lying along the chimney-piece,
at my left, and the big table in front, and nothing to hinder me
from changing mine lor his, but Vargers' eye over me. Little I
thought he'd 'av' bin so ready to do as I said. But he smiled
to himself-like, and he said he'd go and see. So away he
went ; and I listens at the door till I heard his foot go on
the tiles of the passage that goes down by the 'ousekeeper's
room, and the billiard-room, to the kitchen ; and then on tip-
toe, as quick as light, I goes to the chimney-piece, and without
a sound, I takes the very key I wanted in my fingers, and drops
it into my pocket, but putting down the other in its place, I
knocked down the big leaden hink-bottle, and didn't it make a
bang on the floor — and a terrible hoarse voice roars out from
the tother side of the table — 'What the devil are you doing
there, huzzy ?' Saving your presence, Miss ; and up gets Mr.
Boult, only half awake, looking as mad as Bedlam, and I
thought I would have fainted away ! Who'd 'av' fancied he
was in the room ? He had his 'ead on the table, and the cloak
over it, and I think, when they 'card me a-coming downstairs,
they agreed he should 'ide hisself so, to catch me, while Vargers
would leave the room, to try if I would meddle with the keys,
or the like — and while Mr. Boult was foxing, he fell asleep in
ri^ht earnest. Warn't it a joke, Miss ? So I brazent it hout,
Miss, the best I could, and I threatened to complain to Mr.
Levi, and said I'd stay no longer, to be talked to, that way, by
sich as he. And Boult could not tell Vargers he was asleep,
and so I saw him count over the keys, and up I ran, singing."

By this time the girl was on her knees, concealing the key
between the beds, with the others.

" Thank God, Phcebe, you have got it ! But, oh ! all that is
before us still ! "

" Yes, there's work enough, Miss. I'll not be so frightened
no more. Tom Chiffinch, that beat the Finchley pet, after
ninety good rounds, was my brother, and I won't show nothing
but pluck, Miss, from this out — you'll see."

Alice had proposed writing to summon her friends to her aid.
But Phcebe protested against that extremely perilous measure.
Her friends were away from London ; who could say where ?
And she believed that the attempt to post the letters would

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miscarry, and that they were certain to fall into the hands
of their jailors. She insisted that Alice should rely on the
simple plan of escape from Mortlake.

Martha Tansey, it is true, was anxious. She wondered how
it was that she had not once heard from her young mistres|
since her journey to Yorkshire. And a passage in a letter
which had reached her, from the old servant, at David Arden's
town house, who had been mystified by Sir Richard, perplexed
and alarmed her further, by inquiring how Miss Alice looked,
and whether she had been knocked up by the journey to Arden
on Wednesday.

So matters stood.

Each evening Mr. Levi was in attendance, and this day,
according to rule, she went down to the grand old dining-
room.

" How'sh Miss Chiffinch ? " said the little Jew, advancing to
meet her ; " how'sh her grashe the duchess, in the top o' the
houshe ? Ish my Lady Mount-garret ash proud ash ever ?"

" Well, I do think, Mr. Levice, there's a great change ; she's
bin growing better the last two days, and she's got a letter last
night that's seemed to please her."

"Wha'at letter?"

" The letter you gave me last night for her."

"O-oh! Ah! I wonder — eh? Do you happen to know
what wa'azh in that ere letter?" he asked, in an insinuating
whisper.

" Not I, Mr. Levice. She don't trust me not as far as you'd
throw a bull by the tail. You might 'av' managed that better.
You must 'a frightened her some way about me. I try to be
agreeable all I can, but she won't a-look at me."

" Well, I don't want to know, I'm sure. Did she talk of going
out of doors since ? "

" No ; there's a frost in the hair still, and she says till th
gone she won't stir out."

" That frost will last a bit, I guess. Any more ne\vshe ?

" Nothing."

'• Wait a minute 'ere," said Mr. Levi, and he went into the
room beyond this, where she knew there were writing materials.

She waited some time, and at length took the liberty of sitting
<'own. She was kept a good while longer. The sun went
down ; the drowsy crimson that heralds night overspread the
sky. She coughed ; several fits of coughing she tried at short
intervals. Had Mr. Levice, as she called him, forgotten her ?
He came out at length in the twilight.

" Shtay you. 'ere a few minutes more," said that gentleman, as
he walked thoughtfully through the room and paused. " You
wazh asking yesterday where izh Sir Richard Arden. Well,

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hezh took hishelf off to Harden in Yorkshire, and he'll not be
'ome again for a week."

Having delivered this piece of intelligence, he nodded, and
slowly went to the hall, and closed the door carefully as he left
the room. She followed to the door and listened. There was
plainly a little fuss going on in the hall. She heard feet in
motion, and low talking. She was curious and would have
peeped, but the door was secured on the outside. The twilight
had deepened, and for the first time she saw that a ray of
candle-light came through the key-hole from the inner room.
She opened the dcor softly, and saw a gentleman writing at the
table. He was quite alone. He turned, and rose : a tall, slight
gentleman, with a singular countenance that startled her.

" You are Phoebe Chiffinch," said a deep, clear voice, sternly,
as the gentleman pointed towards her with the plume end of the
pen he held in his fingers. " I am Mr. Longcluse. It is I who
have sent you two pounds each day by Levi. I hear you have
got it all right/'

The girl curtseyed, and said " Yes, Sir," at the second effort,
for she was startled. He had taken out and opened his pocket-
book.

" Here are ten pounds," and he handed her a rustling new
note by the corner. " I'll treat you liberally, but you must
speak truth, and do exactly as you are ordered by Levi." She
curtseyed again. There was something in that gentleman that
frightened her awfully.

"If you do so, I mean to give you a hundred pounds when
this business is over. I have paid you as my servant, and if
you deceive me I'll punish you ; and there are two or three
little things they complain of at the ' Guy of Warwick,' and"
(he swore a hard oath) " you shall hear of them if you do."

She curtseyed, and felt, not angry, as she would if any one
else had said it, but frightened, for Mr. Longcluse's was a name
of power at Mortlake.

" You gave Miss Arden a letter last night. You know what
was in it ? "

'Yes, Sir."

; What was it?"

; An offer of marriage from you. Sir."
Yes : how do you know that ? "
She told me, please, Sir."
How did she take it? Come, don't be afraid."

' I'd say it pleased her well, Sir."

He looked at her in much surprise, and was silent for a
time.

He repeated his question, and receiving a similar answer,
reflected on it.

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" Yes ; it is the best way out of her troubles ; she begins to
see that," he said, with a strange smile.

He walked to the chimney-piece, and leaned on it ; and forgot
the presence of Phoebe. She was too much in awe to make any
sign. Turning he saw her, suddenly.

" You will receive some directions from Mr. Levi ; take care
you understand and execute them."

He touched the bell, and Levi opened the door ; and she and
that person walked together to the foot of the stair, where in a
low tone they talked.

CHAPTER LXXXV.

THE CRISIS.

jjHEN Phoebe Chiffinch returned to Alice's room, it was
about ten o'clock ; a brilliant moon was shining on
the old trees, and throwing their shadows on the
misty grass. The landscape from these upper
windows was sad and beautiful, and above the distant trees
that were softened by the haze of night rose the silvery spire
of the old church, in whose vault her father sleeps with a
cold brain, thinking no more of mortgages and writs.

Alice had been wondering what had detained her so long,
and by the time she arrived had become very much alarmed.

Relieved when she entered, she was again struck with fear
when Phcebe Chiffinch had come near enough to enable her to
see her face. She was pale, and with her eyes fixed on her,
raised her finger in warning, and then glanced at the door
which she had just closed.

Her young mistress got up and approached her, also growing
pale, for she perceived that danger was at the door.

" I wish there was bolts to these doors. They've got other
keys. Never mind ; I know it all know/' she whispered, as she
walked softly up to the end of the room farthest from the door.
" I said I'd stand by you, my lady ; don't you lose heart. They're
coming here in about a hour."

"For God's sake, what is it?" said Alice faintly, her eyes
gazing wider and wider, and her very lips growing white.

"There's work before us, my lady, and there must be no
fooling," said the girl, a little sternly. " Mr. Levi, please, has
told me a deal, and all they expect from me, the villains. Are
you strotig enough to take your part in it, Miss ? If not, best be
quiet ; best for both."

" Yes ; quite strong, Phcebe. Are we to leave this ? "

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Checkmate.

" I hope, Miss. We can but try."

"There's light, Phoebe," she said, glancing with a shiver from
the window. " It's a bright night."

" I wish 'twas darker ; but mind you what I say. Longcluse
is to be here in a hour. Your brother's coming, God help you !
and that little limb o' Satan, that black-eyed, black-nailed, dirty
little Jew, Levice ! They're not in town, they're out together
n?ar this, where a man is to meet them with writings. There's a
licence got, Christie Vargers saw Mr. Longcluse showing it to
your brother, Sir Richard ; and I daren't tell Vargers that I'm
for you. He'd never do nothing to vex Mr. Levice, he daren't.
There's a parson here, a rum 'un, you may be sure. I think I
know something about him ; Vargers does. He's in the room
now, only one away from this, next the stair head, and Vargers is
put to keep the door in the same room. All the doors along, from
one room to t'other, is open, from this to the stairs, except the
last, which Vargers has the key of it ; and all the doors opening
from the rooms to the gallery is locked, so you can't get out o'
this 'ere without passing through the one where parson is, and
Mr. Vargers, please."

" I'll speak to the clergyman," whispered Alice, extending her
hands towards the far door ; " God be thanked, there's one good
man here, and he'll save me !"

" La, bless you chi'd ! why that parson had his two pen'orth
long ago, and spends half his nights in the lock-up."

" 1 don't understand, Phcebe."

" He had two years. He's bin in jail, Miss, Vargers says, as
often as he has fingers and toes : and he's at his brandy ar
water as I came through, with his feet on the fender, and hi
pipe in his mouth. He's here to marry you, please 'in, to Mr
Longcluse, and therms all the good he'll do you ; and your
brother will give you away, Miss, and Levice and Vargers for
witnesses, and me I dessay. It's every bit harranged, and the
don't care the rinsing of a tumbler what you say or do; fo
through with it, slicks, they'll go, and say 'twas all right, in spite
of all you can]do ; and who is there to make a row about it ? Not
you. after all's done."

" We must get away ! I'll lose my life, or I'll escape ! "

Phcebe looked at her in silence. I think she was measuring1
her strength, and her nerve, for the undertaking.

" Well, 'm, it's time it was begun. The time is come. Here's
your cloak, Miss, I'll tie a handkerchief over my head, if we get
out ; and here's the three keys, betwixt the bed and the mat-
tress."

After a moment's search on her knees, she produced
them.

" The big one and this 111 keep, and you'll manage this other,

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olease ; take it in your right hand — you must use it first. It
opens the far door of the room where Vargers is, and if you get
through, you'll be at the stair-head then. Don't you come in
after me, till you see I have Vargers engaged another way. Go
through as light as a bird flies, and take the key out of the door,
at the other end, when you unlock it ; and close it softly, else
he'll see it, and have the house about our ears ; and you know
the big window at the drawing-room lobby ; wait in the hollow
of that window till \ come. Do you up"'^vtand, please,
Miss?"

Alice did perfectly.

" Hish-sh !" said the maid, with a prolonged caunon.

A dead silence followed ; for a minute — several minutes neither
seemed to breathe.

Phoebe whispered at length —

"Now, Miss, are you ready?"

" Yes," she whispered, and her heart beat for a moment as if
it would suffocate her, and then was still ; an icy chill stole over
her, and as on tip-toe she followed Phcebe, she felt as if she
glided without weight or contact, like a spirit.

Through a dark room they passed, very softly, first, a little
light under the door showed that there were candles in the next.
They halted and listened. Phcebe opened the door and entered.

Standing back in the shadow, Alice saw the room and the
people in it, distinctly. The parson was not the sort of contra-
band clergyman she had fancied, by any means, but a thin hectic
man of some four-and-thirty years, only looking a little dazed by
brandy and water, and far gone in consumption. Handsome
thin features, and a suit of seedy black, and a white choker,
indicated that lost gentleman, who was crying silently as he
smoked his pipe, I daresay a little bit tipsy, gazing into the fire,
with his fatal brandy and water at his elbow.

" Eh ! Mr. Vargers, smoking alters// 1 said to you ! " murmured
Miss Phcebe severely, advancing toward her round-shouldered
sweetheart, with her finger raised.

Mr. Vargers replied pleasantly ; and as this tender " chaff"
flew lightly between the interlocutors, the parson looked still into
the fire, hearing nothing of their play and banter, but sunk deep
in the hell of his sorrowful memory.

As Phcebe talked on, Vargers grew agreeable and tender, and
in about three minutes after her own entrance, she saw with a
thrill, imperfectly, just with the " corner of her eye," something
pass behind them swiftly toward the outer door. The crisis,
then, had come. For a moment there seemed a sudden light
before her eyes, and then a dark mist ; in another she recovered
herself.

Vargers stood up suddenly.

4° 2 Checkmate.

" Hullo ! what's gone with the door there?" said he, sternly
ending their banter.

If he had been looking on her with an eye of suspicion, he
might have seen her colour change. But Phcebe was quick-witted
and prompt, and saying, in hushed tones —

" Well, dear, ain't I a fool, leaving the lady's door open ? Look
ye, now, Mr. Vargers, she's lying fast asleep on her bed ; and
that's the reason I took courage to come here and ask a favour.
But I'd rayther you'd lock her door, for if she waked and missed
me she'd be out here, and all the fat in the fire."

" I dessay you're right, Miss," said he, with a more business-
like gallantry ; and as he shut the door and fumbled in his
pocket for the key, she stole a look over her shoulder.

The prisoner had got through, and the door at the other end
was closed.

With a secret shudder, she thanked God in her heart, while
with a laugh she slapped Mr. Vargers' lusty shoulder, and said
wheedlingly, " And now for the favour, Mr. Vargers : you must
let me down to the kitchen for five minutes."

A little more banter and sparring followed, which ended in
Vargers kissing her. in spite of the usual squall and protest ; and
on his essaying to let her out, and finding the door unlocked, he
swore that it was well she asked, as he'd 'av' got it hot and heavy
for forgetting to lock it, when the " swells " came up. The door
closed upon her : so far the enterprise was successful.

She stood at the head of the stairs ; she went down a few
steps, and listened ; then cautiously she descended. The moon
shone resplendent through the great window at the landing below
the drawing-room. It was that at which Uncle David had
paused to listen to the minstrelsy of Mr. Longcluse.

Here in that flood of white light stands Alice Arden, like a
statue of horror. The girl, without saying a word, takes her by
the cold hand, and leads her quickly down to the arch that oper
on the hall.

Just as they reached this point, the door ot the room, at the
right of the hall door, occupied by Mr. Boult, who did duty as
porter, opens, and stepping out with a candle in his hand, he
calls in a savage tone —
"What's the row?"

Phcebe pushed Alice's hand in the direction of the passage
that leads to the housekeeper's room. For a moment the young
lady stands irresolute. Her presence of mind returns. She
noiselessly takes the hint, and enters the corridor ; Phoebe
advances to answer his challenge.

" Well, Mr. Boult, and what is the row, pray ? " she pertly
inquires, walking up to that gentleman, who eyes her sulkily,
raising his candle, and displaying as he does so a big patch 01

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/ed on each cheek-bone, indicative of the brandy, of which he
smells potently.

" What's the row ? — you're the row ! What brings you down
here, Miss Chivvige ? "

'• My legs ! There's your answer, you cross boy." She
laughed wheedlingly.

" Then walk you up again, and be d — d."

" On ! Mr. Boult.''

" P ! Miss Phibbie."

Mr. Boult was speaking thick, and plainly was in no mood to
stand nonsense.

"Now Mr. Boult, where's the good of making yourself disagree-
able?"

" Look at this 'ere," he replied, grimly holding a mighty watch,
of some white metal, under her eyes — " you know your clock as
well as me, Miss Chavvinge. The gentlemen will be in this 'ere
awl in twenty minutes."

" All the more need to be quick, Mr. Boult, Sir, and why will
you keep me 'ere talking ? " she replies.

" You'll go up them 'ere stairs, young 'oman ; you'll not put a
foot in the kitchen to-night," he says more doggedly.

" Well, we'll see how it will be when they comes and I tells
'em — ' Please, gentlemen, the young lady, which you told me
most particular to humour her in everything she might call for,
wished a cup of tea, which I went down, having locked her door
first, which here is the key of it,' " and she held it up for the
admiration of Mr. Boult, " ' which 1 consider it the most im-
portantest key in the 'ouse ; and though the young lady, she lay
on her bed a-gasping, poor thing, for her cup of tea, Mr. Boult
stopt me in the awl, and swore she shouldn't have a drop, which
I could not get it, and went hup again, for he smelt all over of
brandy, and spoke so wiolent, 1 daren't do as you desired.' "

<kl don't smell of brandy; no, I don't; do I?" he says,
appealing to an imaginary audience. "And I don't want to stop
you, if so be the case is so. But you'll come to this door and
report yourself in five minute's time, or I'll tell 'em there's no
good keepin' me 'ere no longer I don't want no quarrellin' nor
disputin', only I'll do my dooty, and I'm not afraid of man,
woman, or child ! "

With which magnanimous sentiment he turned on his clumsy
heel, and entered his apartment again.

In a moment more Phoebe and Alice were at the door
which admits to a passage leading literally to the side of the
house. This door Phoebe softly unlocks, and when they had
entered, locks again on the inside. They stood now on the
passage leading to a side door, to which a few paces brought
them. She opens it. The cold night air enters, and they step

404 Checkmate.

out upon the grass. She locks the door behind them, and
throws the key among the nettles that grew in a thick grove at
her right.

" Hold my hand, my lady ; it's near done now," she whispers
almost fiercely ; and having listened for a few seconds, and
looked up to see if any light appeared in the windows, she
ventures, with a beating heart, from under the deep shadow of
the gables, into the bright broad moonlight, and with light steps
together they speed across the grass, and reach the cover of a
long grove of tall trees and underwood. All is silent here.

Soon a distant shouting brings them to a terrible stand-still.
Breathlessly Phoebe listens. No ; it was not from the house.
They resume their flight.

Now under the ivy-laden branches of a tall old tree an owl
startles them with its shriek.

As Alice stares around her, when they stop in such
momentary alarm, how strange the scene looks ! How immense
and gloomy the trees about them ! How black their limbs
stretch across the moon-lit sky! How chill and wild the moon-
light spreads over the undulating sward ! What a spectral and
exaggerated shape all things take in her scared andover-excittd
gaze !

Now they are approaching the long row of noble beeches that
line the boundary of Mortlake. The ivy-bowered wall is near
them, and the screen of gigantic hollies that guard the lonely
postern through which Phcebe has shrewdly chosen to direct
their escape.

Thank God ! they are at it. In her hand she holds the key,
which shines in the moon-beams.

Hush ! what is this ? Voices close to the door ! Step back
behind the holly clump, for your lives, quickly ! A key grinds
in the lock ; the bolt works rustily ; the door opens, and tz "
Mr. Longcluse enters, with every sinister line and shadow of his
pale face marked with a death-like sternness, in the moonlight
Mr. Levi enters almost beside him ; how white his big eyeball
gleam, as he steps in under the same cold light ! Who next ?

Her brother ! Oh, God ! The mad impulse to throw he
arms about his neck, and shriek her wild appeal to his manhood,
courage, love, and stake all on that momentary frenzy !

As this group halts in silence, while Sir Richard locks the
door, the Jew directs his big dark eyes, as she thinks, right upor
Phcebe Chiffinch, who stands in the shadow, and is therefore,
she saintly hopes, not visible behind the screen of glittering
leaves. Her eyes, nevertheless, meet his. He advances his
head a little, with more than his usual prying malignity, she
thinks. Her heart flutters, and sinks. She is on the point of
stepping from her shelter and surrendering. With his cane he

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strikes at the leave?, aiming, I daresay, at a moth, for nothing is
quite belcv his notice, and he likes smashing even a fly. In
this case, h iving hit or missed it, he turns his fiery eyes, to the
infinite relief of the girl, another way.

The three men who have thus stept into the grounds of Mort-
lake don't utter a word as they stand there. They now recom-
mence their walk toward the house.

Phoebe Chaffinch, breathless, is holding Alice Arden's wrist
with a firm grasp. As they brush the holly-leaves, in passing,
the very sprays that touch the dresses of the scared girls are
stirring. The pale group drifts by in silence. They have each
something to meditate on. They are not garrulous. On thev
walk, like three shadows. The distance widens, the shapes
grow fainter.

" They'll soon be at the house, Ma'am, and wild work then.
You'll do something for poor Vargers ? Well, time enough !
You must not lose heart now, my lady. You're all right, if you
keep up for ten minutes longer. You don't feel faint-like !
Good lawk, Ma'am ! rouse up."

" I'm better, Phcebe ; I'm quite well again. Come on — come
on!"

Carefully, to make as little noise as possible she turned the
key in the lock, and they found themselves in a narrow lane run-
ning by the wall, and under the trees of Mortlake.

"Which way?"

" Not toward the ' Guy of Warwick.' They'll soon be in chase
of us, and that is the way they'll take. 'Twould never do.
Come away, my lady ; it won't be long till we meet a cab or
something to fetch us where you please. Lean on me. I wish
we were away from this wall. What way do you mean to go ?"

"To my Uncle David's house."

And having exchanged these words, they pursued their way
side by side, for a time, in silence.

CHAPTER LXXXVI.
PURSUIT.

ARRIVED at Mortlake, when Mr. Longcluse had dis-
covered with certainty the flight of Alice Arden, his
first thought was that Sir Richard had betrayed
him. There was a momentary paroxysm of insane
violence, in which, if he could only have discovered that he was
the accomplice of Alice's escape, I think he would have killed
him.

It subsided. How could Alice Arden have possessed such an
influence over this man, who seemed to hate her ? He sat down,
and placed his hand to his broad, pale forehead, his dark eyes
glaring on the floor, in what seemed an intensity of thought and
passion. He was seized with a violent trembling fit. It lasted
only for a few minutes. I sometimes think he loved that girl
desperately, and would have made her an idolatrous husband.

He walked twice or thrice up and down the great parlour in
which they sat, and then with cold malignity said to Sir
Richard —

" But for you she would have married me ; but for you I
should have secured her now. Consider, how shall I settle with
you?"

" Settle how you will — do what you will. I swear (and he did
swear hard enough, if an oath could do it, to satisfy any man)
I've had nothing to do it. I've never had a hint that she
meditated leaving this place. I can't conceive how it was done,
nor who managed it, and I know no more than you do where
she is gone." And he clenched his vehement disclaimer with
an imprecation.

Longcluse was silent for a minute.

" She has gone, I assume, to David Arden's house," he said,
looking down. "There is no other house to receive her in

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town, and she does not know that he is away still. She knows
that Lady May, and other friends, have gone. She's there. The
will makes you, coloarably, her guardian. You shall claim the
custody of her person. We'll go there, and remove her."

Old Sir Reginald's will, I may remark, had been made years
before, when Richard was not twenty-two, and Alice little more
than a child, and the baronet and his son good friends.

He stalked out. At the steps was his trap, which was there
to take Levi into town. That gentleman, I need not say, he did
not treat with much ceremony. He mounted, and Sir Richard
Arden beside him ; and, leaving the Jew to shift for himself, he
drove at a furious pace down the avenue. The porter placed
there by Longcluse, of course, opened the gate instantaneously
at his call. Outside stood a cab, with a trunk on it. An old
woman at the lodge-window, knocking and clamouring, sought
admission.

" Let no one in," said Longcluse sternly to the man, who
locked the iron gate on their passing out.

" Hallo ! What brings her here ? That's the old house-
keeper !" said Longcluse, pulling up suddenly.

It was quite true. Her growing uneasiness about Alice had
recalled the old woman from the North. Martha Tansey, who
had heard the clang of the gate and the sound of wheels and
hoofs, turned about and came to the side of the tax-cart, over
which Longcluse was leaning. In the brilliant moonlight, on
the white road, the branches cast a network of black shadow.
A patch of light fell clear on the side of the trap, and on Long-
cluse's ungloved hand as he leaned on it.

" Here am I, Martha Tansey, has lived fifty year wi' the
family, and what for am I shut out of Mortlake now ? " she de-
manded, with stern audacity.

A sudden change, however, came over her countenance, which
contracted in horror, and her old eyes opened wide and white
as she gazed on the back of Longcluse's hand, on which was a
peculiar star-shaped scar. She drew back with a low sound,
like the growl of a wicked old cat ; it rose gradually to such a
yell and a cry to God as made Richard's blood run cold, and
lifting her hand toward her temple, waveringly, the old woman
staggered back, and fell in a faint on the road.

Longcluse jumped down and hammered at the window.
" Hallo !" he cried to the man, "send one of your people with
this old woman ; she's ill. Let her go in that cab to Sir
Richard Arden's house in town ; you know it." And he cried to
the cabman, " Lift her in, will you ?"

And having done his devoir thus by the old woman, he springs
again into his tax-cart, snatches the reins from Sir Richard, and
drives on at a savage pace for town.

408 Checkmate.

Longcluse threw the reins to Sir Richaid when they i cached
David Arden's house, and himself thundered at the door.

They had searched Mortlake House for Alice, and that vaip
quest had not wasted more than half-an-hour. He rightly con-
jectured that, if Alice had fled to David Arden's house, some of
the servants who received her must be still on the alert. The
door is opened promptly by an elderly servant woman.

" Sir Richard Arden is at the door, and he wants to know
whether his sister, Miss Arden, has arrived here from Mortlake."

" Yes, Sir ; she's up-stairs ; but not by no means well, Sir."

Longcluse stepped in, to secure a footing, and beckoning ex-
citedly to Sir Richard, called, " Come in ; all right. Don't
mind the horse ; it will take its chance." He walked impatiently
to the foot of the stairs, and turned again toward the street
door.

At this moment, and before Sir Richard had time to come in,
there come swarming out of David Arden's study, most unex-
pectedly, nearly a dozen men, more than half of whom are in the
garb of gentlemen, and some three of them police. Uncle David
himself, in deep conversation with two gentlemen, one of whom
is placing in his breast-pocket a paper which he has just folded,
leads the way into the hall.

As they there stand for a minute under the lamp, Mr. Long-
cluse, gazing at him sternly from the stair, caught his eye. Old
David Arden stepped back a little, growing pale, with a sudden
frown.

" Oh ! Mr. Arden ? " says Longcluse, advancing as if he had
come in search of him.

"That's enough, Sir," cries Mr. Arden, extending his h
peremptorily toward him ; and he adds, with a glance at
constables, " There's the man. That is Walter Longcluse."

Longcluse glances over his shoulder, and then grimly at the
group before him, and gathered himself as if for a struggle ;
next moment he walks forward frankly, and asks, " What is
meaning of all this ? "

"A warrant, Sir," answers the foremost policeman, clutching
him by the collar.

" No use, Sir, making a row," expostulates the next, also
catching him by the collar and arm.

"Mr. Arden, can you explain this?" says Mr. Longcluse
coolly.

" You may as well give in quiet," says the third policeman,
producing the warrant. " A warrant for murder. Walter Long-
cluse, alias Yelland Mace, I arrest you in the Queen's name."

" There's a magistrate here ? Oh ! yes, I see. How d'ye do,
Mr. Harman ? My name is Longcluse, as you know. The
name Mays, or any other alias, you'll not insult me by applying

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to me, if you please. Of course this is obvious and utter
trumpery. Are there informations, or what the devil is it ? "

" They have just been sworn before me, Sir," answered the
magistrate, who was a little man, with a wave of his hand, and
his head high.

"Well, really ! don't you see the absurdity ? Upon my soul !
It is really too ridiculous ! You won't inconvenience me, of
course, unnecessarily. My own recognisance, I suppose, will
do ? "

" Can't entertain your application ; quite out of the question,"
said his worship, with his hands in his pockets, rising slightly
on his toes, and descending on his heels, as he delivered this
sentence with a stoical shake of his head.

" You'll send for my attorney, of course ? I'm not to be hum-
bugged, you know."

"1 must tell you, Mr. Longcluse, I can't listen to such
language," observes Mr. Harman sublimely.

" If you have informations, they are the dreams of a madman.
I don't blame any one here. I say, policeman, you need not
hold me quite so hard. I only say, joke or earnest, I can't
make head or tail of it ; and there's not a man in London who
won't be shocked to hear how I've been treated. Once more,
Mr. Harman, I tender bail, any amount. It's too ridiculous.
You can't really have a difficulty."

" The informations are very strong, Sir, and the offence, you
know as well as I do, Mr. Longcluse, is not bailable."

Mr. Longcluse shrugged, and laughed gently.

" 1 may have a cab or something ? My trap's at the door.
It's not solemn enough, eh, Mr. Harman ? Will you tell one of
your fellows to pick up a cab ? Perhaps, Mr. Arden, you'll allow
me a chair to sit down upon ?"

" You can sit in the study, if you please," says David Arden.

And Longcluse enters the room with the police about him,
while the servant goes to look for a cab. Sir Richard Arden,
you may be sure, was not there. He saw that something was
wrong, and he had got away to his own house. On arriving
there, he sent to make inquiry, cautiously, at his uncle's, and
thus learned the truth.

Standing at the window, he saw his messenger return, let him
in himself, and then considered, as well as a man in so critical
and terrifying a situation can, the wisest course for him to adopt.
The simple one ot flight he ultimately resolved on. He knew
that Longcluse had still two executions against him, on which,
at any moment, he might arrest him. He knew that he might
launch at him, at any moment, the thunderbolt which would
blast him. He must wait, however, until the morning had con-
firmed the news ; that certain, he dared not act.

410 Checkmate,

With a cold and fearless bearing, Longcluse had by this time
entered the dreadful door of a prison. His attorney was with
him nearly the entire night.

David Arden, as he promised, had dictated to him in outline
the awful case he had massed against his client.

" I don't want any man taken by surprise or at disadvantage ;
I simply wish for truth," said he.

A copy of the written statement of Paul Davies, whatever it
was worth, duly witnessed, was already in his hands ; the sworn
depositions of the same person, made in his last illness, were
also there. There were also the sworn depositions of Vanboeren,
who had, after all, recovered speech and recollection ; and a
deposition, besides, very unexpected, of old Martha Tansey, who
swore distinctly to the scar, a very peculiar mark indeed, on the
back of his left hand. This the old woman had recognised with
horror, at a moment so similar, as the scar, long forgotten, which
she had for a terrible moment seen on the hand of Yelland
Mace, as he clutched the rail of the gig while engaged in the
murder.

The plaster masks, which figured in the affidavits of Van-
boeren, and of David Arden, were re-cast from the moulds, and
made an effectual identification, corroborated, in a measure, by
Mr. Plumes' silhouette of Yelland Mace.

Other surviving witnesses had also turned up, who had de-
posed when the murder of Harry Arden was a recent event.
The whole case was, in the eyes of the attorney, a very awful
one. Mr. Longcluse's counsel was called up, like a physician
whose patient is in extremis, at dead of night, and had a talk
with the attorney, and kept his notes to ponder over.

As early as prison rules would permit, he was with Mr. Long-
cluse, where the attorney awaited him.

Mr. Blinkinsop looked very gloomy.

*' Do you despair ?" asked Mr. Longcluse sharply, after a long
disquisition.

" Let me ask you one question, Mr. Longcluse. You have,
before I ask it, I assume, implicit confidence in us ; am I
right?"

" Certainly — implicit.'*

" If you are innocent, we might venture on a line of defence
which may possibly break down the case for the Crown. If you
are guilty, that line would be fatal." He hesitated, and looked
at Mr. Longcluse.

" I know such a question has been asked in like circumstances,
and I have no hesitation in telling you that I am not innocent.
Assume my guilt."

The attorney, who had been drumming a little tattoo on the
table, watches Longcluse earnestly as he speaks, suspending his

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tune, now lowers his eyes to the table, and resumed his drum-
ming slowly with a very dismal countenance. He had been
talking over the chances with this eminent counsel, Mr. Blinkin-
sop, Q.C., and he knew what his opinion would now be.

" One effect of a judgment in this case is forfeiture ?" inquired
Mr. Longcluse.

" Yes," answered counsel.

" Everything goes to the Crown, eh ? "
' "Yes; clearly."

" Well, I have neither wife nor children. I need not care ;
but suppose I make my will now ; that's a good will, ain't it,
between this and judgment, if things should go wrong ? "

" Certainly," said Mr. Blinkinsop. " No judgment no for-
feiture."

"And now, Doctor, don't be afraid ; tell me truly, shall I do f"
said Mr. Longcluse, leaning back, and looking darkly and
steadily in his face.

" It is a nasty case."

"Don't be afraid, I say. I should like to know, are the
chances two to one against me ? "

" I'm afraid they are."

" Ten to one ? Pray say what you think."

"Well, I think so."

Mr. Longcluse grew paler. They were all three silent. After
about a minute, he said, in a very low tone, —

"You don't think I have a chance ? Don't mislead me."

" It is very gloomy."

Mr. Longcluse pressed his hand to his mouth. There was a
silence. Perhaps he wished to hide some nervous movement
there. He stood up, walked about a little, and then stood by
Mr. Blinkinsop's chair, with his fingers on the back of it.

" We must make a great fight of this," said Mr. Longcluse
suddenly. " We'll fight it hard ; we must win it. We shall win
it, by "

And after a short pause, he added gently, —

" That will do. I think I'll rest now ; more, perhaps, another
time. Good-bye."

As they left the room, he signed to the attorney to stay.

" I have something for you — a word or two."

The attorney turned back, and they remained clcseted for a
time.

CHAPTER LXXXVII.

CONCLUSION.

|IR RICHARD ARDEN had learned how matters
were with Mr. Longcluse. He hesitated. Flight
might provoke action of the kind for which there
seemed no longer a motive.

In an agony of dubitation, as the day wore on, he was
interrupted. Mr. Rooke, Mr. Longcluse's attorney, had called.
There was no good in shirking a meeting. He was shown in.

" This is for you, Sir Richard," said Mr. Rooke, presenting a
large letter. " Mr. Longcluse wrote it about three hours ago,
and requested me to place it in your own hand, as I now do."

" It is not any legal paper " began Sir Richard.

" I haven't an idea," answered he. " He gave it to me thus.
I had some things to do for him afterwards, and a call to make,
at his desire, at Mr. David Arden's. When I got home I was
sent for again. I suppose you heard the news?"

"No; what is it?"

" Oh, dear, really ! They have heard it some time at Mr.
Arden's. You didn't hear about Mr. Longcluse?"

" No, nothing, excepting what we all know — his arrest."

The attorney's countenance darkened, and he said, dropping
his voice as low as he would have given a message in church —

" Oh, poor gentleman ! he died to-day. Some kind of fit, I
believe ; he's gone ! "

Then Mr. Rooke went into particulars, so far as he knew
them, and mentioned that the coroner's inquest would be held
that afternoon ; and so he departed.

Unmixed satisfaction accompanied the hearing pf this news
in Sir Richard's mind. But with reflection came the terrifying
question, '• Has Levi got hold of that instrument of torture and
ruin — the forged signature ? "

Conclusion. 413

In this new horror he saw the envelope which Rooke had
landed to him, upon the table. He opened it, and saw the
orged deed. Written across it, in Longcluse's hand, were the
tvords —

" Paid by W. Longcluse before due.

"W. LONGCLUSE."

That day's date was added.

So the evidence of his guilt was no longer in the hands of a
stranger, and Sir Richard Arden was saved.

David Arden had already received under like circumstances,
and by the same hand, two papers of immense importance.
The first written in Rooke's hand and duly witnessed, was a
very short will, signed by the testator, Walter Longcluse, and
leaving his enormous wealth absolutely to David Arden. The
second was a letter which attached a trust to this bequest.
The letter said —

" I am the son of Edwin Raikes, your cousin. He had cast me off
for my vices, when I committed the crime, not intended to have
amounted to murder. It was Harry Arden's determined resistance
and my danger that cost him his life. I did kill Lebas. I could not
help it. He was a fool, and might have ruined me ; and that villain,
Vanboeren, has spoken truth for once.

" I meant to set up the Arden family in my person. I should have
taken the name. My father relented on his death-bed, and left me his
money. I went to New York, and received it. I made a new start
in life. On the Bourse in Paris, and in Vienna, I made a fortune by
speculation ; I improved it in London. You may take it all by my will.
Do with half the interest as you please, during your lifetime. The
other half pay to Miss Alice Arden, and the entire capital you are to
secure to her on your death.

"I had taken assignments of all the mortgages afiectingthe Arden
estates. They must go to Miss Arden, and be secured unalienably to
her.

' My life has been arduous and direful. That miserable crime hung
over me, and its dangers impeded me at every turn.

"You have played your game well, but with all the odds of the
position in your favour. I am tired, beaten. The match is over, and
you may rise now and say Checkmate.

"WALTER LONGCLUSE."

That Longcluse had committed suicide, of course I can have
no doubt. It must have been effected by some unusually
subtle poison. The post-mortem examination failed to dis-
cover its presence. But there was found in his desk a curious
paper, in French, published about five months before, upon

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4i4 Checkmate.

certain vegetable poisons, whose presence in the system no
chemical test detects, and no external trace records. This
paper was noted here and there on the margin, and had been
obviously carefully read. Any of these tinctures he could with-
out much trouble have procured from Paris. But no distinct
light was ever thrown upon this inquiry.

In a small and lonely house, tenanted by Longcluse, in the
then less crowded region of Richmond, were found proofs, no
longer needed, of Longcluse's identity, both with the horseman
who had met Paul Davies on Hampstead Heath, and the
person who crossed the Channel from Southampton with
David Arden, and afterwards met him in the streets of Paris,
as we have seen. There he had been watching his movements,
and traced him, with dreadful suspicion, to the house of Van-
boeren. The turn of a die had determined the fate of David
Arden that night. Longcluse had afterwards watched and
seized an opportunity of entering Vanboeren's house. He
knew that the baron expected the return of his messenger,
rang the bell, and was admitted. The old servant had gone to
her bed, and was far away in that vast house.

Longcluse would have stabbed him, but the baron recognised
him, and sprang back with a yell. Instantly Longcluse had
used his revolver ; but before he could make assurance doubly
sure, his quick ear detected a step outside. He then made his
exit through a window into a deserted lane at the side of the
house, and had not lost a moment in commencing his flight for
London.

With respect to the murder of Lebas, the letter of Longcluse
pretty nearly explains it. That unlucky Frenchman had
attended him though his recovery under the hands of Van-
boeren ; and Longcluse feared to trust, as it now might turn
out, his life, in his giddy keeping. Of course, Lebas had no
idea of the nature of his crime, or that in England was the
scene of its perpetration. Longcluse had made up his mind
promptly on the night of the billiard-match played in the
Saloon Tavern. When every eye was fixed upon the bails, he
and Lebas met, as they had ultimately agreed, in the smoking-
room. A momentary meeting it was to have been. The
dagger which he placed in his keeping, Longcluse plunged into
his heart. In the stream of blood that instantaneously flowed
from the wound Longcluse stepped, and made one distinct
impression of his boot-sole on the boards. A tracing of this
Paul Davies had made, and had got the signatures of two or
three respectable Londoners before the room filled, attesting
its accuracy, he affecting, while he did so, to be a member of
the detective police, from which body, for a piece of over-
clcverness, he had been only a few weeks before dismissed,

Conclusion, 4.15

Having made his tracing, he obscured the blood-mark on the
floor.

The opportunity of distinguishing himself at his old craft, to
the prejudice of the force, whom he would have liked to
mortify, while earning, perhaps, his own restoration, was his
first object. The delicacy of the shape of the boot struck him
next. He then remembered having seen Longcluse — and his
was the only eye that observed him — pass swiftly from the
passage leading to the smoking-room at the beginning of the
game. His mind had now matter to work upon ; and hence
his visit to Bolton Street to secure possession of the boot,
which he did by an audacious ruse.

His subsequent interview with Mr. Longcluse, in presence of
David Arden, was simply a concerted piece of acting, on which
Longcluse, when he had made his terms with Davies, insisted,
as a security against the re-opening of the extortion.

Nothing will induce Alice to accept one farthing of Long-
cluse's magnificent legacy. Secretly Uncle David is resolved
to make it up to her from his own wealth, which is very great.

Richard Arden's story is not known to any living person but
the Jew Levi, and vaguely to his sister, in whose mind it
remains as something horrible, but never approached.

Levi keeps the secret for reasons more cogent than charit-
able. First he kept it to himself as a future instrument of
profit. But on his insinuating something that promised such
relations to Sir Richard, the young gentleman met it with so
bold a front, with fury so unaffected, and with threats so
alarming, founded upon a trifling matter of which the Jew had
never suspected his knowledge, that Mr. Levi has not ventured
either to " utilise " his knowledge, in a profitable way, or after-
wards to circulate the story for the solace of his malice. They
seem, in Mr. Rooke's phrase, to have turned their backs on
one another ; and as some years have passed, and lapse of time
does not improve the case of a person in Mr. Levi's position,
we may safely assume that he will never dare to circulate any
definite stories to Sir Richard's prejudice. A sufficient motive,
indeed, for doing so exists no longer, for Sir Richard, who had
lived an unsettled life travelling on the Continent, and still
playing at foreign tables when he could afford it, died suddenly
at Florence in the autumn of '69.

Vivian Darnley has been in " the House," now, nearly four
years. Uncle David is very proud of him ; and more impartial
people think that he will, at last, take an honourable place in
that assembly. His last speech has been spoken of every-
where with applause. David Arden's immensely increased
wealth enables him to entertain very magnificent plans for this
young man. He intends that he shall take the name of Arden,

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and earn the transmission of the title, or the distinction of a
greater one.

A year ago Vivian Darnley married Alice Arden, and no two
people can be happier.

Lady May, although her girlish ways have not forsaken her,
has no present thoughts of making any man happy. She had
a great cry all to herself when Sir Richard died, and she now
persuades herself that he never meant one word he said of her,
and that if the truth were known, although after that day she
never spoke to him more, he had never really cared for more
than one woman on earth. It was all spite of that odious Lady
Wynderbroke !

Alice has never seen Mortlake since the night of her flight
from its walls.

The two old servants, Crozier and Martha Tansey, whose
acquaintance we made in that suburban seat of the Ardens, are
both, I am glad to say, living still, and extremely comfortable.

Phcebe Chiffinch, I am glad to add, was jilted by her un-
interesting lover, who little knew what a fortune he was slight-
ing. His desertion does not seem to have broken her heart, or
at all affected her spirits. The gratitude of Alice Arden has
established her in the prosperous little Yorkshire town, the
steep roof, chimneys, and church tower of which are visible,
among the trees, from the windows of Arden Court. She is
the energetic and popular proprietress of the " Cat and Fiddle,"
to which thriving inn, at a nominal rent, a valuable farm is
attached. A fortune of two thousand pounds from the same
grateful friend awaits her marriage, which can't be far off, with
the handsome son of rich Farmer Shackleton.

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