"Well, you see, doctor, no man likes for his mates to think him a coward."
"Let them think, so long as you know you are not."
"That"s what Parson said," replied Fincher, "when he talked about it next day."
"Then _Parson_, as you so politely call him, was quite right."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
MY PATIENT THE WAREHOUSEMAN.
"I don"t grudge a man a gla.s.s of beer or anything of the sort," I said to a patient of mine whom I was attending, and who it was said look more than was good for him; "beer is very well in its way, but I"m certain of one thing, and that is that a man is better without either beer or spirits."
"What! in moderation, doctor?" he said.
"Yes, even in moderation; men existed and were well and strong and happy, depend upon it, long before beer or mead was invented."
"Ah, doctor, I see you"re a teetotaller," he said.
"Not I, my man, unless one who seldom takes wine, spirits, or beer be a teetotaller. When you get as old as I am, you will probably begin to think that it is as well to take as much care as possible of the machine in which you live. Suppose you had some clean, pretty mechanism--your watch, say, or a musical box, you would be very careful not to injure it."
"Of course, doctor."
"Then, why take anything that is likely to destroy so wonderful a piece of work as the human body?"
"But, does drinking beer destroy the body, doctor?"
"That depends," I said. "If you have your half-pint or pint of beer for dinner and supper, I believe, honestly, you would be better without it, speaking as a doctor; but I don"t believe that indulgence would keep you from living in fair health to seventy, eighty, or ninety."
"Then where"s the harm, doctor."
"The harm is drinking when you don"t want it, and causing in yourself an unnatural thirst or desire for strong drink that can never more be quenched. Look around among your fellow workmen, and see how many you know who must have their half-pint before going to work, and their half-pint at eleven o"clock, and at four o"clock, and after leaving off; and at last get so that their machine won"t go without oiling, and they can"t pa.s.s a public-house without wanting more and more."
"That"s a true word, doctor."
"And what does it mean," I said; "in the more moderate cases decided dejection; unnatural features; bloated face; injured intellect and general discomfort; and in the worst cases delirium tremens, and death."
"Ah, but you are speaking of the worst cases, doctor, the regular drunkards."
"No," I said, "I was speaking of the regular drinkers, the men who rarely get drunk, for they are inured to the liquor they consume."
"I suppose you are right, doctor," he said; "Jacob Wood went regularly mad with drink."
"I don"t know Jacob Wood," I said; "but you may depend upon it if he did go regularly mad, as you call it, he had drunk until his internal organs were all in a state of disease that affected the brain; and if you"ll take my advice, my man--"
"You"d turn teetotaller?"
"No, I don"t put so heavy a tie upon you," I replied, "you have been used to your beer; well, if you feel to want it make a stringent rule that you will never take any except with your meals; you"ll be a better man in a month, and will not need to come to me."
"Pity poor old Jacob Wood didn"t come to you, doctor."
"It"s a pity he did not," I said. "Let me see, you are a warehouseman, are you not?"
"Yee, sir, I work up in one of the great Tooley Street warehouses, seven stories above the ground, and everywhere around me wool--bales upon bales of wool which we crane up from waggons or lighters and in at an open door, where, if a fellow had had a little drop too much and slipped--well, seven stories would be an awful fall.
"Ours is a place worth going over, sir. There"s floors upon floors beneath, stored with jute and dye-woods, teas, coffees, spices, tobaccos, and lowest of all on the ground floor and in the cellarage, tallows in great hogsheads. Ah, it"s a busy place, and the stores there is worth some money, and no mistake.
"I remember Jacob Wood doctor," he said, drawing in a long breath as if of pain, "and no wonder; but it"s strange, how very little people see danger when it"s coming to them.
"I was at our warehouse one day, and had been down for half-a-pint, when, "What"s the matter with Jacob Wood this afternoon?" says one of the men.
"But, excepting that he looked a little wild about the eyes, I didn"t see anything more about him than might often be seen in men who will drink heavily at times; and so I said. But at last, towards evening, when I was longing to get away home to spend my evening comfortably, I was left alone upon that floor with him, and felt a bit startled to see him go all at once to the open door where the crane landed the bales, and cut some strange capers, like a man going to dive off a board into the sea.
"Putting down my work, which was getting ready two or three burst bales for the hydraulic press, so that they might be tied up again, I slipped quietly up behind him, and laid my hand upon his shoulder, when, with a yell, he shrieked out.
"And the next moment, by the light of the gas on that foggy winter"s afternoon, we two were wrestling and fighting together, within a few feet of the door, out of which we should have fallen clear a hundred feet upon the stones of the wharf below.
"I should have shouted, but all power of speech seemed taken away, as locked together we wrestled here and there, while his hot breath hissed against my cheek, and I could look close into his wild, glowering eyes as, flushing with rage, he bore me nearer and nearer to the doorway.
"Used as I was at all times to standing close to the edge and receiving bales and packages, I could lean over usually without a shudder; but now, with this madman slowly forcing me back towards the certain death, I could feel the cold sweat standing upon my face, and trembled so with dread that my resistance became feebler and feebler; till as a last resource I managed to get my leg between my opponent"s, and tripped him, when we fell heavily.
"Fortunately for me my enemy was undermost, and the force with which his head came against the warehouse floor partly stunned him, so that I shook myself free, and turned and fled towards the stairs. But the next moment I thought of the open doorway, and the state the poor fellow was in, so turned back to lock it, to ensure that he did not come by his death by falling out before I could get a.s.sistance.
"My hand was on the door, but I could not close it, for Wood lay in the way; and shuddering at how near he lay to the gulf, I stooped to draw him on one side, when he started up and seized me again.
"To beat up his hands, and turn, and ran down between the piled-up bales didn"t take long, while roaring with rage I could hear him tearing after me.
"The stairs were pretty close, but as I ran round the end of the bales I found the door closed, and had to dart past to avoid being caught; when I turned down another opening between the packages, and ran panting on.
"Big as the floor was, there was pa.s.sage after pa.s.sage between the wool, which was piled-up eight or nine feet high, and I tore on in the hope o"
getting ahead so that I could dart through the stairs door, fasten it after me, and so escape or summon a.s.sistance. On and on I ran, now getting ahead, and now with the panting breath close to my shoulder, so that I expected every moment to feel a savage hand laid upon me to drag me down. At last he got so near that his hand brushed me; but, with a yell of horror, I leaped forward again, dodged round a corner, ran down a short pa.s.sage, and again on, past pillars and piles, when turning round I found that I was alone; and hurrying to about the centre of the narrow pa.s.sage, between the high walls of wool, I leaned against the side panting and breathless.
""Now, if I could but reach the door while he was at the other end," I thought, "I should be safe;" and I kept on nervously watching the two ends of the pa.s.sage lest I should be taken by surprise; when, to my horror, I saw by the gas shining upon it a savage head peer round from the end nearest the way of escape, watch me for a moment, and then disappear. It was now quite dim and twilight in all the pa.s.sages, and my first idea was to dart off in the opposite direction; but a little thought told me that perhaps the wretch did not see me, and therefore I had better stay where I was; and so I stood minute after minute expecting to see him come round one end or the other, and dash down upon me.
"I knew that about half-past five the watchman would come round, and then I could give the alarm; but it wanted nearly an hour of that time, and how I was to hold out till then I could not tell; for the very thought unnerved me; and, overcome with fear, I could feel my knees tremble and seem ready to give way beneath my weight.
"Five minutes pa.s.sed--ten minutes--and still no sign. My spirits rose a little, and I began to hope that escape was yet possible, but abated nothing of my watchfulness. Another five minutes, and I had almost determined upon trying to steal down towards the door, where the reflection from the gaslight made the end of the pa.s.sage quite bright, while where I stood was in a fast-deepening shadow. I took two steps forward noiselessly, and then stopped; stole on again and stopped with a dead silence all around, through which I could hear the singing of the gas and the loud "throb, throb" of my heart. I had somewhat recovered my breath, and kept slinking silently on, every now and then looking back to see that there was no pursuit. What I should have liked, and which would have been in accordance with my feelings at the moment, would have been to dash forward; but I kept down the desire, and crept slowly on between the two huge walls of wool bales piled some eight or nine feet high.
"Only another three yards, and here I stopped, trembling in dread lest Wood might be watching for me; but calling myself fool, coward, and cur, I stepped on again; and at last, with the light shining full upon me, leaned forward to peer cautiously round the edge of the bales. Slowly and quietly, nearer and nearer, till I looked round; and then, with a horrible fascination upon me, I stopped still--for, in precisely the same position, Wood was craning his neck forward to peep round at me; and with eyes looking into eyes, and only three or four inches apart, we stood what seemed minutes immovable. Move I could not, speak I could not, for my throat felt dry and hot; while my eyes, fixed and staring, looked into those glaring, wild-beastlike orbs, which seemed to hold me fixed to the earth as if some horrible nightmare was upon me. I felt that if I closed my eyes but for a moment he would spring at me; and at last, clutching the wool firmly with one hand, I drew myself slowly back, fixing his eyes the whole while, and then, as my strength seemed to come back, I leapt round and fled down the pa.s.sage once more, as I heard a hideous yell, and saw Wood dash into the entrance.
"But there was silence again directly, and looking back as I reached the middle, I could see that I was not pursued; when, fearing that with all a madman"s cunning he had gone round to try and trap me at the other end, I stopped once more where I was, mentally praying for aid, as I strained eyes and ears to catch sight of or hear my enemy.
"A quarter of an hour must have pa.s.sed without a sound meeting my ears, and I was hopefully calculating upon aid soon coming, when a slight rustling noise seemed to have been made close by me, and I started and looked eagerly towards the dark and then towards the light end of the narrow pa.s.sage I was in.
"Nothing to be seen; and the minutes again pa.s.sed slowly on, when all at once came the most horribly unearthly yell I ever heard from just above my head, and then, overcome with terror as I shrank to the floor, I looked up and knew that Wood had climbed over the top of the wool; and as the thought flashed through my mind, he bounded down upon me and had me by the throat.
"I struggled for a few moments, and then lights seemed dancing before my eyes, blood rushing to my head; and, in a half-insensible state, I have some recollection of being dragged along the floor into the gaslight, and then pulled and thrust about for a few moments, when there came the regular thud-thud of the little pump close by, and I could feel myself moving upwards. But all seemed so calm, and such a desire for sleep was upon me, that it was not till there was a fearful sense of oppression and tightness that I awoke to the consciousness that the wretch had forced me on to the traveller of the hydraulic press, and was now forcing in the water beneath the ram, so that in a few more seconds my life would be crushed out.