Mannering looked out no more for the policeman. He was getting interested.
"Come," he said, "I should like to understand what all this means. You were going to tap me on the head with this particularly unpleasant weapon, and your motive was not robbery. I am not aware of ever having seen you before. I am not aware of having an enemy in the world. Explain yourself."
"I should be charmed," the man answered. "I do not wish to keep you standing here, however. Will you allow me to walk with you towards your home? You can retain possession of that little trifle, if you like," he added, pointing to the weapon which was still in Mannering"s hand. "I can a.s.sure you that I have nothing else of the sort in my possession. You can feel my pockets, if you like."
"I will take your word!" Mannering said. "I was on my way to Portland Crescent, but I fancy that I have taken a wrong turn."
"We can get there this way," the man answered. "Excuse me one second."
He paused, and lit a cigarette. Then with his hands behind his back he stepped out by Mannering"s side.
"What was that you said just now?" he remarked, "that you were not aware of having an enemy in the world? My dear sir, there was never a more extraordinary delusion. I should seriously doubt whether in the whole of the United Kingdom there is a man who has more. I know myself of a million or so who would welcome the news of your death to-morrow. I know of a select few who have opened, and will open their newspapers to-morrow, and for the next few days, in the hope of seeing your obituary notice."
A light commenced to break in upon Mannering. He looked towards his companion incredulously.
"You mean political opponents!" he exclaimed. "Is that what you are driving at all the time?"
The man laughed softly.
"My friend," he said--"excuse me, Mr. Mannering--you remind me irresistibly of _Punch"s_ cartoon last week--the ostrich politician with his head in the sand. You have thrust yours very deep down indeed, when you talk of political opponents. Do you know what they call you in the North, sir?"
"No!"
"The enemy of the people! It isn"t a pleasant t.i.tle, is it?"
"It is a false one!" Mannering declared, with a little note of pa.s.sion quivering in his tone.
"It is as true and certain as the judgment of G.o.d!" his companion answered, with almost lightning-like rapidity.
There was a moment"s silence. They pa.s.sed a lamp-post, and Mannering, turning his head, scrutinized the other"s features closely.
"I should like to know who you are," he said, "and what your name is."
"It is a reasonable curiosity," the man answered. "My name is Fardell, Richard Fardell, and I am a retired bookmaker."
"A bookmaker!" Mannering repeated, incredulously.
"Precisely. I should imagine from what I know of you, Mr. Mannering, that my occupation, or rather my late occupation, is not one which would appeal to you favourably. Very likely not! I don"t see why it should myself. But at any rate, it taught me a lot about my fellow men. I did my business in shillings and half-crowns, you see. Did it with the working cla.s.ses, the sort who used to go to a race-meeting for a jaunt, and just have a bit on for the sake of the sport. Took their missus generally, and made a holiday of it, and if they lost they"d grin and come and chaff me, and if they won they"d spend the money like lords. I made money, of course, bought houses, and made a lot more. Then business fell off. I didn"t seem to meet with that cheerful holiday-making crew at any of the meetings up in the North, and I got sick of it. You see, I"d made sort of friends with them. They all knew d.i.c.ky Fardell, and I knew hundreds of "em by sight. They"d come and mob me to stand "em a drink when the wrong horse won, and I can tell you I never refused. They were always good-tempered, real sports to the backbone, and I tell you I was fond of "em. And then they left off coming. I couldn"t understand it at first.
The one or two who came talked of bad trade, and when I asked after their pals they shook their heads. They betted in shillings instead of half-crowns, and I didn"t like the look of their faces when they lost.
I tell you, it got so at last that I used to watch for the horse they"d put their bit on to win, and feel kind o" sick when it didn"t. You can imagine I couldn"t stand that sort of thing long. I chucked it, and I went to look for my pals. I wanted to find out what had become of them."
Mannering looked at him curiously.
"You found, I hope," he said, drily, "that the British workman had discovered a better investment for his shillings and half-crowns than the race-course."
Mr. Richard Fardell smiled pleasantly, but tolerantly.
"It"s clear," he said, "that you, meaning no offence, Mr. Mannering, know nothing about the British workman. Whatever else he may be, he"s a sportsman. He"ll look after his wife and kids as well as the best of them, but he"ll have his bit of sport so long as he"s got a copper in his pocket. When he didn"t come I put my kit on one side and went to look for him. I went, mind you, as his friend, and knowing a bit about him. And what I found has made a changed man of me."
Mannering nodded.
"I am afraid things are bad up in the North," he said. "You mustn"t think that we people who are responsible for the laws of the country ignore this, Mr. Fardell. It is a very anxious time indeed with all of us.
Still, I presume you study the monthly trade returns. Some industries seem prosperous enough."
"I"m no politician," Fardell answered, curtly. "Figures don"t interest me. They"re just the drugs some of your party use to keep your conscience quiet. Things I see and know of are what I go by. And what I"ve seen, and what I know of, are just about enough to tear the heart out of any man who cares a row of pins about his fellows. Now I"m going to talk plain English to you, Mr. Mannering. I bought that little article you have in your pocket seriously meaning to knock you on the head with it. And that may come yet."
Mannering looked at him in amazement.
"But my dear sir," he said, "what is your grievance against me? I have always considered myself a people"s politician."
"Then the people may very well say "save me from my friends"," Fardell answered, grimly. "Mind, I believe you"re honest, or you"d be lying on your back now with a cracked skull. But you are using a great influence on the wrong side. You"re standing between the people and the one reasonable scheme which has been brought forward which has a fair chance of changing their condition."
Then Mannering began to understand.
"I oppose the scheme you speak of," he answered, "simply because I don"t believe in it. Every man has a right to his opinion. I don"t believe for a moment that it would improve the present condition of things."
"Then what is your scheme?" Fardell asked.
"My scheme!" Mannering repeated. "I don"t quite understand you!"
"Of course you don"t," Fardell answered, vigourously. "You can weave academic arguments, you can make figures and statistics dance to any d.a.m.ned tune you please. If I tried to argue with you, you"d squash me flat. And what"s it all come to? My pals must starve for the gratification of your intellectual vanity. You won"t listen to Tariff Reform. Then what do you propose, to light the forges and fill the mills? Nothing! I say, unless you"ve got a counter scheme of your own, you ought to try ours."
"Come, Mr. Fardell," Mannering said, "I can a.s.sure you that all I have said and written is the outcome of honest thought. I--"
"Stop!" Fardell exclaimed. "Honest thought! Yes! Where? In your study.
That"s where you theorists do your mischief. You can"t make laws for the people in your study. You can"t tell the status of the workingman from the figures you read in your study. You"re like half the smug people in the world who discuss this question in the railway carriages and in their clubs. I"ve heard "em till I"d like to shove their self-opinionated arguments down their throats, strip their clothes off their backs, and send them down to live with my pals, or starve with them. Any little idiot who buys a penny paper and who"s doing pretty well for himself, thinks he can lay down the law about Free Trade. You"re all of one kidney, sir! You none of you realize this. There are men as good as any of you, whose wives and children are as dear to them as yours to you, who"ve got to see them get thinner and thinner, who don"t know where to get a day"s work or lay their hands upon a copper, and all the while their kids come crying to them for something to eat. Put yourself in their place, sir, and try and realize the torture of it. I"ve been amongst "em. I"ve spent half of what I made, and a good many thousands it was, buying food for them. Can you wonder that my fingers have itched for the throats of these smug, prosperous pigs, who spurt plat.i.tudes and think things are very well as they are because they"re making their little bit? What right have you--any of you--to hesitate for a second to try any means to help those poor devils, unless you"ve got a better scheme of your own? Will you tell me that, sir?"
They had reached Mannering"s house, and he threw open the gate.
"You must come in with me and talk about these things," Mannering said, gravely. "You seem to be the sort of person I"ve been wanting to meet for a long time."
CHAPTER IV
DEBTS OF HONOUR
Berenice found the following morning a note from Borrowdean, which caused her some perplexity.
"If you really care," he said, "to do Mannering a good turn, look his niece up now and then. I am afraid that young woman has rather lost her head since she came to London, and she is making friends who will do her no particular good."
Berenice ordered her carriage early, and drove round to Portland Crescent.
"My dear child," she exclaimed, as Clara came into the room, "what have you been doing with yourself? You look ghastly!"
Clara shrugged her shoulders, and looked at herself in a mirror.