Thorneycroft, who had hitherto had some difficulty in repressing his anger, now began to give vent to it in muttered threats and complaints.
His impatience was shared by the Tinker, who, stepping up to Ginger, said--
"Wot the devil can Mr. Reeks be about? I hope nuffin" has happened to him."
"Don"t mention a certain gent"s name here," remarked Ginger; "or if you do, treat it vith proper respect."
"Pshaw!" exclaimed the Tinker impatiently; "I don"t like a man stayin"
avay in this manner. It looks suspicious. I wotes ve goes and sees arter him. Ve can leave the old gent to take a keviet nap by himself. Don"t disturb yourself, sir. Ve"ll only jist giv" a look about us, and then come back."
"Stay where you are, rascal!" cried Thorneycroft angrily. "I won"t be left. Stay where you are, I command you!"
"Vell, ve"ve got a noo captain, I"m a-thinkin"," said the Tinker, winking at the others. "Ve"ve no vish to disobleege you, sir. I"ll only jist peep out into the hall, and see if Mr. Reeks is anyvhere thereabouts. Vy, zounds!" he added, as he tried the door, "it"s locked!"
"What"s locked?" cried Thorneycroft in dismay.
"The door, to be sure," replied the Tinker. "Ve"re prisoners."
"O Lord, you don"t say so!" cried the iron-merchant in an agony of fright. "What will become of us?"
A roar of laughter from the others converted his terror into fury.
"I see how it is," he cried. "You have entrapped me, ruffians. It"s all a trick. You mean to murder me. But I"ll sell my life dearly. The first who approaches shall have his brains blown out." And as he spoke, he levelled a pistol at the Tinker"s head.
"Holloa! wot are you arter, sir?" cried that individual, sheltering his head with his hands. "You"re a-labourin" under a mistake--a complete mistake. If it is a trap, ve"re catched in it as vell as yourself."
"To be sure ve is," added the Sandman. "Sit down, and vait a bit. I dessay Mr. Reeks"ll come back, and it von"t do no good gettin" into a pa.s.sion."
"Well, well, I must resign myself, I suppose," groaned Thorneycroft, sinking into a chair. "It"s a terrible situation to be placed in--shut up in a haunted house."
"I"ve been in many much vurser sitivations," observed Ginger, "and I alvays found the best vay to get out on "em wos to take things quietly."
"Besides, there"s no help for it," said the Tinker, seating himself.
"That remains to be seen," observed the Sandman, taking the chair opposite Thorneycroft. "If Reeks don"t come back soon, I"ll bust open the door."
"Plenty o" time for that," said Ginger, sauntering towards the table on which the provisions were spread; "wot do you say to a mouthful o"
wittles?"
"I wouldn"t touch "em for the world," replied the Sandman.
"Nor I," added the Tinker; "they may be pisoned."
"Pisoned--nonsense!" cried Ginger; "don"t you see some von has been a-takin" his supper here? I"ll jist finish it for him."
"Vith all my "art," said the Tinker.
"Don"t touch it on any account," cried Mr. Thorneycroft. "I agree with your companions, it may be poisoned."
"Oh! I ain"t afeerd," cried Ginger, helping himself to a dish before him. "As good a pigeon-pie as ever I tasted. Your health, Mr.
Thorneycroft," he added, filling a goblet from one of the bottles. "My service to you, gents. Famous tipple, by Jove!" drawing a long breath after the draught, and smacking his lips with amazing satisfaction.
"Never tasted sich a gla.s.s o" wine in all my born days," he continued, replenishing the goblet: "I wonder wot it"s called?"
"Prussic acid," replied Mr. Thorneycroft gruffly.
"Proossic fiddlestick!" cried Ginger; "more likely Tokay. I shall finish the bottle, and never be the vorse for it!"
"He"s gettin" svipy," said the Tinker. "I vonder vether it"s really Tokay?"
"No such thing," cried Thorneycroft; "let him alone."
"I must taste it," said the Tinker, unable to resist the temptation.
"Here, give us a gla.s.s, Ginger!"
"Vith pleasure," replied Ginger, filling a goblet to the brim, and handing it to him. "You"d better be perwailed upon, Sandy."
"Vell, I s"pose I must," replied the Sandman, taking the goblet proffered him.
"Here"s the beaks" healths!" cried Ginger. "I gives that toast "cos they"re alvays so kind to us dog-fanciers."
"Dog-fanciers--say, rather, dog-stealers; for that"s the name such vagabonds deserve to be known by," said Mr. Thorneycroft with some asperity.
"Vell, ve von"t quarrel about names," replied Ginger, laughing, "but I"ll relate a circ.u.mstance to you as"ll prove that wotever your opinion of our wocation may be, the beaks upholds it."
"There can be but one opinion as to your nefarious profession," said Mr.
Thorneycroft, "and that is, that it"s as bad as horse-stealing and sheep-stealing, and should be punished as those offences are punished."
"So I think, sir," said Ginger, winking at the others; "but to my story, and don"t interrupt me, or I can"t get through vith it properly. There"s a gent livin" not a hundred miles from Pall Mall, as the noospapers says, as had a favourite Scotch terrier, not worth more nor half-a-crown to any one but hisself, but highly wallerable to him, "cos it wos a favourite. Vell, the dog is lost. A pal of mine gets hold on it, and the gent soon offers a reward for its recovery. This don"t bring it back quite so soon as he expects, "cos he don"t offer enough; so he goes to an agent, Mr. Simpkins, in the Edger Road, and Mr. Simpkins says to him--says he, "How are you, sir? I expected you some days ago. You"ve com"d about that ere Scotch terrier. You"ve got a wallable greyhound, I understand. A man told me he"d have that afore long." Seein" the gent stare, Mr. S. adds, "Vel, I"ll tell you wot you must give for your dog.
The party von"t take less than six guineas. He knows it ain"t vorth six shillin", but it"s a great favourite, and has given him a precious sight o" trouble in gettin" it." "Give _him_ trouble!" cries the gent angrily--"and what has it given me? I hope to see the rascal hanged! I shall pay no such money." "Werry vell," replies Mr. Simpkins coolly, "then your dog"ll be bled to death, as the n.o.bleman"s wos, and thrown down a breathless carkis afore your door.""
"You don"t mean to say that such a horrid circ.u.mstance as that really took place?" cried Thorneycroft, who was much interested in the relation.
"Only t"other day, I a.s.sure you," replied Ginger.
"I"d shoot the ruffian who treated a dog of mine so, if I caught him!"
cried Mr. Thorneycroft indignantly.
"And sarve him right, too," said Ginger. "I discourages all cruelty to hanimals. But don"t interrupt me again. Arter a bit more chafferin" vith Mr. Simpkins, the gent offers three pound for his dog, and then goes avay. Next day he reads a report i" the _Times_ noospaper that a man has been taken up for dog-stealin", and that a lot o" dogs is shut up in the green-yard behind the police-office in Bow Street. So he goes there in search o" his favourite, and sure enough he finds it, but the inspector von"t give it up to him, "cos the superintendent is out o" the vay."
"Shameful!" cried Mr. Thorneycroft.
"Shameful, indeed, sir," echoed Ginger, laughing. "Thinkin" his dog safe enough in the hands o" the police, the gent sleeps soundly that night, but ven he goes back next mornin" he finds it has disappeared. The green-yard has been broken into overnight, and all the dogs stolen from it."
"Under the noses of the police?" cried Thorneycroft.
"Under their werry noses," replied Ginger. "But now comes the cream o"
the jest. You shall hear wot the beak says to him ven the gent craves his a.s.sistance. "I can"t interfere in the matter," says he, a-bendin" of his brows in a majestic manner. "Parties don"t ought to come here vith complaints of vhich I can"t take notice. This place ain"t an advertisin"
office, and I sha"n"t suffer it to be made von. I von"t listen to statements affectin" the characters of absent parties." Statements affectin" _our_ characters,--do you tvig that, sir?"
"I do, indeed," said Thorneycroft, sighing; "and I am sorry to think such a remark should have dropped from the bench."