"I wonder whether that"s all square," thought Mr. Sheldon, as he turned the envelope about in his hands, staring at it absently. "I ought to make sure of that. The London postmark is nearly three weeks old." He pondered for some moments, and then went to the cupboard in which he kept the materials wherewith to replenish or to make a fire. Here he found a little tin tea-kettle, in which he was in the habit of boiling water for occasional friendly gla.s.ses of grog. He poured some water from a bottle on the sideboard into this kettle, set fire to a bundle of wood, and put the kettle on the blazing sticks. After having done this he searched for a tea-cup, succeeded in finding one, and then stood watching for the boiling of the water. He had not long to wait; the water boiled furiously before the wood was burned out, and Mr.
Sheldon filled the tea-cup standing on the table. Then he put the insurance-letter over the cup, with the seal downwards, and left it so while he resumed his walk. After walking up and down for about ten minutes he went back to the table and took up the letter. The adhesive envelope opened easily, and Mr. Sheldon, by this ingenious stratagem, made himself master of his friend"s business.
The "Alliance" letter was nothing more than a notice to the effect that the half-yearly premium for insuring the sum of three thousand pounds on the life of Thomas Halliday would be due on such a day, after which there would be twenty-one days" grace, at the end of which time the policy would become void, unless the premium had been duly paid.
Mr. Halliday"s letters had been suffered to acc.u.mulate during the last fortnight. The letters forwarded from Yorkshire had been detained some time, as they had been sent first to Hyley Farm, now in the possession of the new owner, and then to Barlingford, to the house of Georgy"s mother, who had kept them upwards of a week, in daily expectation of her son-in-law"s return. It was only on the receipt of a letter from Georgy, containing the tidings of her husband"s illness, that Mr.
Halliday"s letters had been sent to London. Thus it came about that the twenty-one days of grace were within four-and-twenty hours of expiring when Philip Sheldon opened his friend"s letter.
"This is serious," muttered the dentist, as he stood deliberating with the open letter in his hand; "there are three thousand pounds depending on that man"s power to write a check!"
After a few minutes" reflection, he folded the letter and resealed it very carefully.
"It wouldn"t do to press the matter upon him to-night," he thought; "I must wait till to-morrow morning, come what may."
CHAPTER VI.
MR. BURKHAM"S UNCERTAINTIES.
The next morning dawned gray and pale and chill, after the manner of early spring mornings, let them ripen into never such balmy days; and with the dawn Nancy Woolper came into the invalid"s chamber, more wan and sickly of aspect than the morning itself.
Mrs. Halliday started from an uneasy slumber.
"What"s the matter, Nancy?" she asked with considerable alarm. She had known the woman ever since her childhood, and she was startled this morning by some indefinable change in her manner and appearance. The hearty old woman, whose face had been like a hard rosy apple shrivelled and wrinkled by long keeping, had now a white and ghastly look which struck terror to Georgy"s breast. She who was usually so brisk of manner and sharp of speech, had this morning a strange subdued tone and an unnatural calmness of demeanour. "What is the matter, Nancy?" Mrs.
Halliday repeated, getting up from her sofa.
"Don"t be frightened, Miss Georgy," answered the old woman, who was apt to forget that Tom Halliday"s wife had ever ceased to be Georgy Cradock; "don"t be frightened, my dear. I haven"t been very well all night,--and--and--I"ve been, worrying myself about Mr. Halliday. If I were you, I"d call in another doctor. Never mind what Mr. Philip says.
He may be mistaken, you know, clever as he is. There"s no telling. Take my advice, Miss Georgy, and call in another doctor--directly--directly," repeated the old woman, seizing Mrs.
Halliday"s wrist with a pa.s.sionate energy, as if to give emphasis to her words. Poor timid Georgy shrank from her with terror.
"You frighten me, Nancy," she whispered; "do you think that Tom is so much worse? You have not been with him all night; and he has been sleeping very quietly. What makes you so anxious this morning?"
"Never mind that, Miss Georgy. You get another doctor, that"s all; get another doctor at once. Mr. Sheldon is a light sleeper. I"ll go to his room and tell him you"ve set your heart upon having fresh advice; if you"ll only bear me out afterwards."
"Yes, yes; go by all means," exclaimed Mrs. Halliday, only too ready to take alarm under the influence of a stronger mind, and eager to act when supported by another person.
Nancy Woolper went to her master"s room. He must have been sleeping very lightly, if he was sleeping at all; for he was broad awake the next minute after his housekeeper"s light knock had sounded on the door. In less than five minutes he came out of his room half-dressed.
Nancy had told him that Mrs. Halliday had taken fresh alarm about her husband, and wished for further advice.
"She sent you to tell me that?" asked Philip.
"Yes."
"And when does she want this new doctor called in?"
"Immediately, if possible."
It was seven o"clock by this time, and the morning was brightening a little.
"Very well," said Mr. Sheldon; "her wishes shall be attended to directly. Heaven forbid that I should stand between my old friend and any chance of his speedy recovery! If a stranger can bring him round quicker than I can, let the stranger come."
Mr. Sheldon was not slow to obey Mrs. Halliday"s behest. He was departing on his quest breakfastless, when Nancy Woolper met him in the hall with a cup of tea. He accepted the cup almost mechanically from her hand, and took it into the parlour, whither Nancy followed him.
Then for the first time he perceived that change in his housekeeper"s face which had so startled Georgina Halliday. The change was somewhat modified now; but still the Nancy Woolper of to-day was not the Nancy Woolper of yesterday.
"You"re looking very queer, Nancy," said the dentist, gravely scrutinising the woman"s face with his bright penetrating eyes. "Are you ill?"
"Well, Mr. Philip, I have been rather queer all night,--sickish and faintish-like."
"Ah, you"ve been over-fatiguing yourself in the sick-room, I daresay.
Take care you don"t knock yourself up." "No; it"s not that, Mr. Philip.
There"s not many can stand hard work better than I can. It"s not _that_ as made me ill. I took something last night that disagreed with me."
"More fool you," said Mr. Sheldon curtly; "you ought to know better than to ill-use your digestive powers at your age. What was it? Hard cold meat and preternaturally green pickles, I suppose; or something of that kind."
"No, sir; it was only a drop of beef-tea that I made for poor Mr.
Halliday. And that oughtn"t to have disagreed with a baby, you know, sir."
"Oughtn"t it?" cried the dentist disdainfully. "That"s a little bit of vulgar ignorance, Mrs. Woolper. I suppose it was stuff that had been taken up to Mr. Halliday."
"Yes, Mr. Philip; you took it up with your own hands."
"Ah, to be sure; so I did. Very well, then, Mrs. Woolper, if you knew as much about atmospheric influences as I do, you"d know that food which has been standing for hours in the pestilential air of a fever-patient"s room isn"t fit for anybody to eat. The stuff made you sick, I suppose."
"Yes, sir; sick to my very heart," answered the Yorkshirewoman, with a strange mournfulness in her voice.
"Let that be a warning to you, then. Don"t take anything more that comes down from the sick-room."
"I don"t think there"ll be any chance of my doing that long, sir."
"What do you mean?"
"I don"t fancy Mr. Halliday is long for this world."
"Ah, you women are always ravens."
"Unless the strange doctor can do something to cure him. O, pray bring a clever man who will be able to cure that poor helpless creature upstairs. Think, Mr. Philip, how you and him used to be friends and playfellows,--brothers almost,--when you was both bits of boys. Think how bad it might seem to evil-minded folks if he died under your roof."
The dentist had been standing near the door drinking his tea during this conversation; and now for the first time he looked at his housekeeper with an expression of unmitigated astonishment.
"What, in the name of all that"s ridiculous, do you mean, Nancy?" he asked impatiently. "What has my roof to do with Tom Halliday"s illness--or his death, if it came to that? And what on earth can people have to say about it if he should die here instead of anywhere else?"
"Why, you see, sir, you being his friend, and Miss Georgy"s sweetheart that was, and him having no other doctor, folks might take it into their heads he wasn"t attended properly."
"Because I"m his friend? That"s very good logic! I"ll tell you what it is, Mrs. Woolper; if any woman upon earth, except the woman who nursed me when I was a baby, had presumed to talk to me as you have been talking to me just this minute, I should open the door yonder and tell her to walk out of my house. Let that serve as a hint for you, Nancy; and don"t you go out of your way a second time to advise me how I should treat my friend and my patient."