"What a frightful scream I heard to be sure!" cried Mr. Thorneycroft. "I was certain somethin" dreadful was goin" on. It was fortunate I wasn"t gone to bed; and still more fortunate you happened to be comin" up at the time. But we mustn"t stand chatterin" here. Bring the poor young gentleman along."
Preceded by Mr. Thorneycroft, the watchmen carried the wounded man across the road towards a small house, the door of which was held open by a female servant, with a candle in her hand. The poor woman uttered a cry of horror as the body was brought in.
"Don"t be cryin" out in that way, Peggy," cried Mr. Thorneycroft, "but go and get me some brandy. Here, watchmen, lay the poor young gentleman down on the sofa--there, gently, gently. And now, one of you run to Wheeler Street, and fetch Mr. Howell, the surgeon. Less noise, Peggy--less noise, or you"ll waken Miss Ebba, and I wouldn"t have her disturbed for the world."
With this, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the bottle of brandy from the maid, filled a wine-gla.s.s with the spirit, and poured it down the throat of the wounded man. A stifling sound followed, and after struggling violently for respiration for a few seconds, the patient opened his eyes.
CHAPTER II
THE DOG-FANCIER
The Rookery! Who that has pa.s.sed Saint Giles"s, on the way to the city, or coming from it, but has caught a glimpse, through some narrow opening, of its squalid habitations, and wretched and ruffianly occupants! Who but must have been struck with amazement, that such a huge receptacle of vice and crime should be allowed to exist in the very heart of the metropolis, like an ulcerated spot, capable of tainting the whole system! Of late, the progress of improvement has caused its removal; but whether any less cogent motive would have abated the nuisance may be questioned. For years the evil was felt and complained of, but no effort was made to remedy it, or to cleanse these worse than Augean stables. As the place is now partially, if not altogether, swept away, and a wide and airy street pa.s.ses through the midst of its foul recesses, a slight sketch may be given of its former appearance.
Entering a narrow street, guarded by posts and cross-bars, a few steps from the crowded thoroughfare brought you into a frightful region, the refuge, it was easy to perceive, of half the lawless characters infesting the metropolis. The coa.r.s.est ribaldry a.s.sailed your ears, and noisome odours afflicted your sense of smell. As you advanced, picking your way through kennels flowing with filth, or over putrescent heaps of rubbish and oyster-sh.e.l.ls, all the repulsive and hideous features of the place were displayed before you. There was something savagely picturesque in the aspect of the place, but its features were too loathsome to be regarded with any other feeling than disgust. The houses looked as sordid, and as thickly crusted with the leprosy of vice, as their tenants. Horrible habitations they were, in truth. Many of them were without windows, and where the frames were left, brown paper or tin supplied the place of gla.s.s; some even wanted doors, and no effort was made to conceal the squalor within. On the contrary, it seemed to be intruded on observation. Miserable rooms, almost dest.i.tute of furniture; floors and walls caked with dirt, or decked with coa.r.s.e flaring prints; shameless and abandoned-looking women; children without shoes and stockings, and with scarcely a rag to their backs: these were the chief objects that met the view. Of men, few were visible--the majority being out on business, it is to be presumed; but where a solitary straggler was seen, his sinister looks and mean attire were in perfect keeping with the spot. So thickly inhabited were these wretched dwellings, that every chamber, from garret to cellar, swarmed with inmates. As to the cellars, they looked like dismal caverns, which a wild beast would shun.
Clothes-lines were hung from house to house, festooned with every kind of garment. Out of the main street branched several alleys and pa.s.sages, all displaying the same degree of misery, or, if possible, worse, and teeming with occupants. Personal security, however, forbade any attempt to track these labyrinths; but imagination, after the specimen afforded, could easily picture them. It was impossible to move a step without insult or annoyance. Every human being seemed brutalised and degraded; and the women appeared utterly lost to decency, and made the street ring with their cries, their quarrels, and their imprecations. It was a positive relief to escape from this hotbed of crime to the world without, and breathe a purer atmosphere.
Such being the aspect of the Rookery in the daytime, what must it have been when crowded with its denizens at night! Yet at such an hour it will now be necessary to enter its penetralia.
After escaping from the ruined house in the Vauxhall Road, the two ruffians shaped their course towards Saint Giles"s, running the greater part of the way, and reaching the Broadway just as the church clock struck two. Darting into a narrow alley, and heedless of any obstructions they encountered in their path, they entered a somewhat wider cross-street, which they pursued for a short distance, and then struck into an entry, at the bottom of which was a swing-door that admitted them into a small court, where they found a dwarfish person wrapped in a tattered watchman"s greatcoat, seated on a stool with a horn lantern in his hand and a cutty in his mouth, the glow of which lighted up his hard, withered features. This was the deputy-porter of the lodging-house they were about to enter. Addressing him by the name of Old Parr, the ruffians pa.s.sed on, and lifting the latch of another door, entered a sort of kitchen, at the farther end of which blazed a cheerful fire, with a large copper kettle boiling upon it. On one side of the room was a deal table, round which several men of sinister aspect and sordid attire were collected, playing, at cards. A smaller table of the same material stood near the fire, and opposite it was a staircase leading to the upper rooms. The place was dingy and dirty in the extreme, the floors could not have been scoured for years, and the walls were begrimed with filth. In one corner, with his head resting on a heap of coals and c.o.ke, lay a boy almost as black as a chimney-sweep, fast asleep. He was the waiter. The princ.i.p.al light was afforded by a candle stuck against the wall, with a tin reflector behind it. Before the fire, with his back turned towards it, stood a noticeable individual, clad in a velveteen jacket with ivory b.u.t.tons, a striped waistcoat, drab knees, a faded black silk neckcloth tied in a great bow, and a pair of ancient Wellingtons ascending half-way up his legs, which looked disproportionately thin when compared with the upper part of his square, robustious, and somewhat pursy frame. His face was broad, jolly, and good-humoured, with a bottle-shaped nose, fleshy lips, and light grey eyes, glistening with cunning and roguery. His hair, which dangled in long flakes over his ears and neck, was of a dunnish red, as were also his whiskers and beard. A superannuated white castor, with a black hat-band round it, was c.o.c.ked knowingly on one side of his head, and gave him a flashy and sporting look. His particular vocation was made manifest by the number of dogs he had about him. A beautiful black-and-tan spaniel, of Charles the Second"s breed, popped its short snubby nose and long silken ears out of each coat-pocket. A pug was thrust into his breast, and he carried an exquisite Blenheim under either arm. At his feet reposed an Isle of Skye terrier, and a partly cropped French poodle, of snowy whiteness, with a red worsted riband round his throat. This person, it need scarcely be said, was a dog-fancier, or, in other words, a dealer in, and a stealer of, dogs, as well as a practiser of all the tricks connected with that nefarious trade. His self-satisfied air made it evident he thought himself a smart, clever fellow,--and adroit and knavish he was, no doubt,--while his droll, plausible, and rather winning manners helped him materially to impose upon his customers. His real name was Taylor, but he was known among his companions by the appellation of Ginger. On the entrance of the Sandman and the Tinker, he nodded familiarly to them, and with a sly look inquired--"Vell, my "arties--wot luck?"
"Oh, pretty middlin"," replied the Sandman gruffly.
And seating himself at the table, near the fire, he kicked up the lad, who was lying fast asleep on the coals, and bade him fetch a pot of half-and-half. The Tinker took a place beside him, and they waited in silence the arrival of the liquor, which, when it came, was disposed of at a couple of pulls; while Mr. Ginger, seeing they were engaged, sauntered towards the card-table, attended by his four-footed companions.
"And now," said the Sandman, unable to control his curiosity longer, and taking out his pocket-book, "we"ll see what fortun" has given us."
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Dog-fancier.]
So saying, he unclasped the pocket-book, while the Tinker bent over him in eager curiosity. But their search for money was fruitless. Not a single bank-note was forthcoming. There were several memoranda and slips of paper, a few cards, and an almanac for the year--that was all. It was a great disappointment.
"So we"ve had all this trouble for nuffin", and nearly got shot into the bargain," cried the Sandman, slapping down the book on the table with an oath. "I vish I"d never undertaken the job."
"Don"t let"s give it up in sich an "urry," replied the Tinker; "summat may be made on it yet. Let"s look over them papers."
"Look "em over yourself," rejoined the Sandman, pushing the book towards him. "I"ve done wi" "em. Here, lazy-bones, bring two gla.s.ses o"
rum-and-water--stiff, d"ye hear?"
While the sleepy youth bestirred himself to obey these injunctions, the Tinker read over every memorandum in the pocket-book, and then proceeded carefully to examine the different sc.r.a.ps of paper with which it was filled. Not content with one perusal, he looked them all over again, and then began to rub his hands with great glee.
"Wot"s the matter?" cried the Sandman, who had lighted a cutty, and was quietly smoking it. "Wot"s the row, eh?"
"Vy, this is it," replied the Tinker, unable to contain his satisfaction; "there"s secrets contained in this here pocket-book as"ll be worth a hundred pound and better to us. We ha"n"t had our trouble for nuffin"."
"Glad to hear it!" said the Sandman, looking hard at him. "Wot kind o"
secrets are they?"
"Vy, _hangin" secrets_," replied the Tinker, with mysterious emphasis.
"He seems to be a terrible chap, and to have committed murder wholesale."
"Wholesale!" echoed the Sandman, removing the pipe from his lips. "That sounds awful. But what a precious donkey he must be to register his crimes i" that way."
"He didn"t expect the pocket-book to fall into our hands," said the Tinker.
"Werry likely not," replied the Sandman; "but somebody else might see it. I repeat, he must be a fool. S"pose we wos to make a entry of everythin" we does. Wot a nice balance there"d be agin us ven our accounts comed to be wound up!"
"Ourn is a different bus"ness altogether," replied the Tinker. "This seems a werry mysterious sort o" person. Wot age should you take him to be?"
"Vy, five-an"-twenty at the outside," replied the Sandman.
"Five-an"-sixty "ud be nearer the mark," replied the Tinker. "There"s dates as far back as that."
"Five-an"-sixty devils!" cried the Sandman; "there must be some mistake i" the reckonin" there."
"No, it"s all clear an" reg"lar," rejoined the other; "and that doesn"t seem to be the end of it neither. I looked over the papers twice, and one, dated 1780, refers to some other dokiments."
"They must relate to his granddad, then," said the Sandman; "it"s impossible they can refer to him."
"But I tell "ee they _do_ refer to him," said the Tinker, somewhat angrily, at having his a.s.sertion denied; "at least, if his own word"s to be taken. Anyhow, these papers is waluable to us. If no one else believes in "em, it"s clear he believes in "em hisself, and will be glad to buy "em from us."
"That"s a view o" the case worthy of an Old Bailey lawyer," replied the Sandman. "Wot"s the gemman"s name?"
"The name on the card is AURIOL DARCY," replied the Tinker.
"Any address?" asked the Sandman.
The Tinker shook his head.
"That"s unlucky agin," said the Sandman. "Ain"t there no sort o" clue?"
"None votiver, as I can perceive," said the Tinker.
"Vy, zounds, then, ve"re jist vere ve started from," cried the Sandman.
"But it don"t matter. There"s not much chance o" makin" a bargin vith him. The crack o" the skull I gave him has done his bus"ness."
"Nuffin" o" the kind," replied the Tinker. "He alvays recovers from every kind of accident."
"Alvays recovers!" exclaimed the Sandman, in amazement. "Wot a const.i.tootion he must have!"
"Surprisin"!" replied the Tinker; "he never suffers from injuries--at least, not much; never grows old; and never expects to die; for he mentions wot he intends doin" a hundred years hence."
"Oh, he"s a lu-nattic!" exclaimed the Sandman, "a downright lu-nattic; and that accounts for his wisitin" that "ere ruined house, and a-fancyin" he heerd some one talk to him. He"s mad, depend upon it. That is, if I ain"t cured him."
"I"m of a different opinion," said the Tinker.
"And so am I," said Mr. Ginger, who had approached un.o.bserved, and overheard the greater part of their discourse.