"Mrs. Staines will not search your box; and you will retire at once to your own part of the house."
"I"ll go farther than that," said she, and soon after the street door was slammed; the Bijou shook.
At six o"clock next morning, she came for her box. It had been put away for safety. Pearman told her she must wait till the doctor came down.
She did not wait, but went at eleven A.M. to a police-magistrate, and took out a summons against Dr. Staines, for detaining a box containing certain articles specified--value under fifteen pounds.
When Dr. Staines heard she had been for her box, but left no address, he sent Pearman to hunt for her. He could not find her. She avoided the house, but sent a woman for her diurnal love letters. Dr. Staines sent the woman back to fetch her. She came, received her box, her letters, and the balance of her wages, which was small, for Staines deducted the three weeks" wages.
Two days afterwards, to his surprise, the summons was served.
Out of respect for a court of justice, however humble, Dr. Staines attended next Monday to meet the summons.
The magistrate was an elderly man, with a face shaped like a hog"s, but much richer in color, being purple and pimply; so foul a visage Staines had rarely seen, even in the lowest cla.s.s of the community.
Clara swore that her box had been opened, and certain things stolen out of it; and that she had been refused the box next morning.
Staines swore that he had never opened the box, and that, if any one else had, it was with her consent, for she had left the keys for that purpose. He bade the magistrate observe that if a servant went away like this, and left no address, she put it out of the master"s POWER to send her box after her; and he proved he had some trouble to force the box on her.
The pig-faced beak showed a manifest leaning towards the servant, but there wasn"t a leg to stand on; and he did not believe, nor was it credible, that anything had been stolen out of her box.
At this moment, Pearman, sent by Rosa, entered the court with an old gown of Clara"s that had been discovered in the scullery, and a scribbling-book of the doctor"s, which Clara had appropriated, and written amorous verses in, very superior--in number--to those that have come down to us from Anacreon.
"Hand me those," said the pig-faced beak.
"What are they, Dr. Staines?"
"I really don"t know. I must ask my servant."
"Why, more things of mine that have been detained," said Clara.
"Some things that have been found since she left," said Staines.
"Oh! those that hide know where to find."
"Young woman," said Staines, "do not insult those whose bread you have eaten, and who have given you many presents besides your wages. Since you are so ready to accuse people of stealing, permit me to say that this book is mine, and not yours; and yet, you see, it is sent after you because you have written your trash in it."
The purple, pig-faced beak went instantly out of the record, and wasted a deal of time reading Clara"s poetry, and trying to be witty. He raised the question whose book this was. The girl swore that it WAS given her by a lady who was now in Rome. Staines swore he bought it of a certain stationer, and happening to have his pa.s.sbook in his pocket, produced an entry corresponding with the date of the book.
The pig-faced beak said that the doctor"s was an improbable story, and that the gown and the book were quite enough to justify the summons.
Verdict, one guinea costs.
"What, because two things she never demanded have been found and sent after her? This is monstrous. I shall appeal to your superiors."
"If you are impertinent I"ll fine you five pounds."
"Very well, sir. Now hear me: if this is an honest judgment, I pray G.o.d I may be dead before the year"s out; and, if it isn"t, I pray G.o.d you may be."
Then the pig-faced beak fired up, and threatened to fine him for blaspheming.
He deigned no reply, but paid the guinea, and Clara swept out of the court, with a train a yard long, and leaning on the arm of a scarlet soldier who avenged Dr. Staines with military prompt.i.tude.
Christopher went home raging internally, for hitherto he had never seen so gross a case of injustice.
One of his humble patients followed him, and said, "I wish I had known, sir; you shouldn"t have come here to be insulted. Why, no gentleman can ever get justice against a servant girl when HE is sitting. It is notorious, and that makes these hussies so bold. I"ve seen that jade here with the same story twice afore."
Staines reached home more discomposed than he could have himself believed. The reason was that barefaced injustice in a court of justice shook his whole faith in man. He opened the street door with his latch-key, and found two men standing in the pa.s.sage. He inquired what they wanted.
"Well, sir," said one of them, civilly enough, "we only want our due."
"For what?"
"For goods delivered at this house, sir. Balance of account." And he handed him a butcher"s bill, L88, 11s. 5 1/2d.
"You must be mistaken; we run no bills here. We pay ready money for everything."
"Well, sir," said the butcher, "there have been payments; but the balance has always been gaining; and we have been put off so often, we determined to see the master. Show you the books, sir, and welcome."
"This instant, if you please." He took the butcher"s address, who then retired, and the other tradesman, a grocer, told him a similar tale; balance, sixty pounds odd.
He went to the butcher"s, sick at heart, inspected the books, and saw that, right or wrong, they were incontrovertible; that debt had been gaining slowly, but surely, almost from the time he confided the accounts to his wife. She had kept faith with him about five weeks, no more.
The grocer"s books told a similar tale.
The debtor put his hand to his heart, and stood a moment. The very grocer pitied him, and said, "There"s no harry, doctor; a trifle on account, if settlement in full not convenient just now. I see you have been kept in the dark."
"No, no," said Christopher; "I"ll pay every shilling." He gave one gulp, and hurried away.
At the fishmonger"s, the same story, only for a smaller amount.
A bill of nineteen pounds at the very pastrycook"s; a place she had promised him, as her physician, never to enter.
At the draper"s, thirty-seven pounds odd.
In short, wherever she had dealt, the same system: partial payments, and ever-growing debt.
Remembering Madame Cie, he drove in a cab to Regent Street, and asked for Mrs. Staines"s account.
"Shall I send it, sir?"
"No; I will take it with me."
"Miss Edwards, make out Mrs. Staines"s account, if you please."
Miss Edwards was a good while making it out; but it was ready at last.
He thrust it into his pocket, without daring to look at it there; but he went into Verrey"s, and asked for a cup of coffee, and perused the doc.u.ment.
The princ.i.p.al items were as follows:--