I could think of nothing else which required my immediate attention, so going into my bedroom I proceeded to pack up my belongings. I put in everything I possessed with the exception of Savaroff"s discarded garments, for although I was keeping on the rooms I had no very robust faith in my prospects of ever returning to them. Then, ringing the bell, I despatched Gertrude to fetch me a taxi, while I settled up my bill with Mrs. Oldbury.
"An" seem" you"ve taken on the rooms, sir," observed that lady, "I "opes it"s to be a case of "say orrivar an" not good-bye.""
"I hope it is, Mrs. Oldbury," I replied. "I shall come back if I possibly can, but one never knows what may happen in life."
She shook her head sombrely. "Ah, you"re right there, sir. An" curious enough that"s the very identical remark my late "usband was ser fond o" makin". I remember "is sayin" it to me the very night before "e was knocked down by a bus. Knocked down in Westminister "e was, and runned over the body by both "ind wheels. "E never got over it--not as you might say reely got over it. If ever "e ate cheese after that it always give "im a pain in "is stomick."
An apropos remark about "come wheel come woe" flashed into my mind, but before I could frame it in properly sympathetic language, a taxi drew up at the door with Gertie "Uggins installed in state alongside the driver.
Both she and Mrs. Oldbury stood on the step, and waved farewell to me as I drove down the street. I was quite sorry to leave them. I felt that they both liked me in their respective ways, and my present list of amiably disposed acquaintances was so small that I objected to curtailing it by the most humble member.
All the way to Tilbury I occupied myself with the hackneyed but engrossing pursuit of pondering over my affairs. Apart from my own private interest in the matter, which after all was a fairly poignant one, the mysterious adventure in which I was involved filled me with a profound curiosity. Latimer"s dramatic re-entry on to the scene had thrown an even more sinister complexion over the whole business than it boasted before, and, like a man struggling with a jig-saw problem, I tried vainly to fit together the various pieces into some sort of possible solution.
I was still engaged in this interesting occupation when the train ran into Tilbury station. Without waiting for a porter I collected my various belongings, and stepped out on to the platform.
McMurtrie had told me in his letter that he would arrange for some one to meet me; and looking round I caught sight of a burly red-faced gentleman in a tight jacket and a battered straw hat, sullenly eyeing the various pa.s.sengers who had alighted. I walked straight up to him.
"Are you waiting for me--Mr. James Nicholson?" I asked.
He looked me up and down in a kind of familiar fashion that distinctly failed to appeal to me.
"That"s right," he said. Then as a sort of afterthought he added, "I gotter trap outside."
"Have you?" I said. "I"ve got a couple of bags inside, so you"d better come and catch hold of one of them."
His unpleasantly red face grew even redder, and for a moment he seemed to meditate some spirited answer. Then apparently he thought better of it, and slouching after me up the platform, possessed himself of the larger and heavier of my two bags, which I had carefully left for him.
The trap proved to be a ramshackle affair with an ill-kept but powerful-looking horse between the shafts. I climbed up, and as I took my seat I observed to my companion that I wished first of all to call at the post-office.
"I dunno nothin" "bout that," he grunted, flicking his whip. "My orders was to drive you to Warren"s Copse."
"I don"t care in the least what your orders were," I answered. "You can either go to the post-office or else you can go to the Devil.
There are plenty of other traps in Tilbury."
He was evidently unused to this crisp style of dialogue, for after glaring at me for a moment in a sort of apoplectic amazement he jerked his horse round and proceeded slowly down the street.
""Ave it yer own way," he muttered.
"I intend to," I said cheerfully.
We pulled up at the post-office, a large red-brick building in the main street, and leaving my disgruntled friend sitting in the trap, I jumped out and pushed open the swing door. Except for an intelligent-looking clerk behind the counter the place was empty.
"Good-morning," I said. "I wonder if you could help me out of a slight difficulty about my letters?"
"What sort of a difficulty?" he inquired civilly.
"Well, for the next week or two," I said, "I shall be living in a little hut on the marshes about two miles to the east from here, and quite close to the sea-wall. I am making a few chemical experiments in connection with photography" (a most useful lie this), "and I"ve told my friends to write or send telegrams here--to the post-office. I wondered, if anything should come for me, whether you had a special messenger or any one who could bring it over. I would be delighted to pay him his proper fee and give him something extra for his trouble.
My name is Nicholson--Mr. James Nicholson."
The man hesitated for a moment. "I don"t think there will be any difficulty about that--not if you leave written instructions. I shall have to ask the postmaster when he comes in, but I"m pretty certain it will be all right."
I thanked him, and after writing out exactly what I wanted done, I returned to my friend in the trap, who, to judge from his expression, did not appear to have benefited appreciably from my little lesson in patience and politeness. Under the circ.u.mstances I decided to extend it.
"I am going across the street to get some things I want," I observed.
"You can wait here."
He made an unpleasant sound in his throat, which I think he intended for an ironical laugh. "Wot you want"s a bus," he remarked; "a bus an"
a bell an" a ruddy conductor."
I came quite close and looked up into his face, smiling. "What you want," I said quietly, "is a d.a.m.ned good thrashing, and if I have any more of your insolence I"ll pull you down out of the trap and give you one."
I think something in my voice must have told him I was speaking the literal truth, for although his mouth opened convulsively it closed again without any audible response.
I strolled serenely across the road to where I saw an "Off-Licence."
I had acted in an indiscreet fashion, but whatever happened I was determined to put up with no further rudeness from anybody. I had had all the discourtesy I required during my three years in Princetown.
My purchases at the Off-Licence consisted of three bottles of whisky and two more of some rather obscure brand of champagne. It was possible, of course, that McMurtrie"s ideas of catering included such luxuries, but there seemed no reason for running any unnecessary risk.
As a prospective host it was clearly my duty to take every reasonable precaution.
Armed with my spoils I returned to the trap, and stored them away carefully beneath the seat. Then I climbed up alongside the driver.
"Now you can go to Warren"s Copse," I said; and without making any reply the tomato-faced gentleman jerked round his horse"s head, and back we went up the street.
I can"t say it was exactly an hilarious drive. I felt cheerful enough myself, but my companion maintained a depressed and lowering silence, broken only by an occasional inward grunt, or a muttered curse at the horse. It struck me as curious and not a little sinister that McMurtrie should be employing such an uncouth ruffian, but I supposed that he had some sound reason for his choice. I couldn"t imagine McMurtrie doing anything without a fairly sound reason.
Within about ten minutes of leaving the town, we came out on to the main road that bounded the landward side of the marshes. I caught sight of my future home looking very small and desolate against the long stretch of sea-wall, and far in the distance I could just discern the mast of the _Betty_ still tapering up above the bank of the creek.
It was comforting to know that so far at all events Mr. Gow had neither sunk her nor p.a.w.ned her.
Warren"s Copse proved to be the small clump of trees that I had noticed on the previous day, and my driver pulled up there and jerked the b.u.t.t of his whip in the direction of the hut.
"There y"are," he said. "We can"t get no nearer than this."
There was a good distance to walk across the marsh, and for a moment I wondered whether to insist upon his getting out and carrying one of my bags, I decided, however, that I had had quite enough of the surly brute"s company, so jumping down, I took out my belongings, and told him that he was at liberty to depart.
He drove off without a word, but he had not gone more than about thirty yards when he suddenly turned in his seat and called out a parting observation.
"I ain"t afraid o" you--you--"ulkin" bully!" he shouted; "an" don"t you think it neither."
Then, whipping up the horse, he broke into a smart canter, and disappeared round a bend in the road.
When I had done laughing, I shoved a bottle into each side pocket, and stowed away the other three in the emptier of my two bags. The latter were no light weight to lug along, and by the time I had covered the half-mile of marsh that separated me from the hut I had come to the conclusion that the profession of a railway porter was one that I should never adopt as a private hobby.
As soon as I unlocked the door, I saw that I had not been far wrong in my guess about a caretaker on the previous afternoon. Some one, at all events, had been there in the interval, for the pile of cooking and eating utensils were now arranged on a rough shelf at the back, while the box which I had noticed had been unpacked and its contents set out on the kitchen table.
I glanced over them with some interest. There were packets of tea and sugar, several loaves of bread, and a number of gaily-coloured tins, containing such luxuries as corned beef, condensed milk, tongue, potted meat, and golden syrup. Except for the tea, however, there seemed to be a regrettable dearth of liquid refreshments, and I mentally thanked Providence for my happy inspiration with regard to the Off-Licence.
I pottered about a bit, unpacking my own belongings, and putting things straight generally. As I seemed likely to be spending some time in the place, I thought I might as well make everything as comfortable and tidy as possible to start with; and, thanks to my combined experience of small boats and prison cells, I flatter myself I made rather a good job of it.