"That would be interfering," said Brother Burge coldly.
The jeweller tried to think. It was past eleven. The housekeeper had gone to spend the night with an ailing sister, and a furtive glance at Brother Burge"s small shifty eyes and fat unwholesome face was sufficient to deter him from leaving him alone with his property, while he went to ask the police to give an eye to his house for the night.
Besides, it was more than probable that Mr. Burge would decline to allow such a proceeding. With a growing sense of his peril he resolved to try flattery.
"It was a great thing for the Brethren to secure a man like you," he said.
"I never thought they"d ha" done it," said Mr. Burge frankly. "I"ve "ad all sorts trying to convert me; crying over me and praying over me. I remember the first dear good man that called me a lorst lamb. He didn"t say anything else for a month."
"So upset," hazarded the jeweller.
"I broke his jor, pore feller," said Brother Burge, a sad but withal indulgent smile lighting up his face at the vagaries of his former career. "What time do you go to bed, Brother?"
"Any time," said the other reluctantly. "I suppose you are tired with your journey?"
Mr. Burge a.s.sented, and rising from his chair yawned loudly and stretched himself. In the small room with his huge arms raised he looked colossal.
"I suppose," said the jeweller, still seeking to re-a.s.sure himself, "I suppose dear Brother Clark felt pretty certain of you, else he wouldn"t have sent you here?"
"Brother Clark said "What is a jeweller"s shop compared with a "uman soul, a priceless "uman soul?"" replied Mr. Burge. "What is a few gew-gaws to decorate them that perish, and make them vain, when you come to consider the opportunity of such a trial, and the good it"ll do and the draw it"ll be-if I do win-and testify to the congregation to that effect? Why, there"s sermons for a lifetime in it."
"So there is," said the jeweller, trying to look cheerful. "You"ve got a good face, Brother Burge, and you"ll do a lot of good by your preaching.
There is honesty written in every feature."
Mr. Burge turned and surveyed himself in the small pier-gla.s.s. "Yes," he said, somewhat discontentedly, "I don"t look enough like a burglar to suit some of "em."
"Some people are hard to please," said the other warmly.
Mr. Burge started and eyed him thoughtfully, and then as Mr. Higgs after some hesitation walked into the shop to turn the gas out, stood in the doorway watching him. A smothered sigh as he glanced round the shop bore witness to the state of his feelings.
The jeweller hesitated again in the parlour, and then handing Brother Burge his candle turned out the gas, and led the way slowly upstairs to the room which had been prepared for the honoured visitor. He shook hands at the door and bade him an effusive good-night, his voice trembling despite himself as he expressed a hope that Mr. Burge would sleep well. He added casually that he himself was a very light sleeper.
To-night sleep of any kind was impossible. He had given up the front room to his guest, and his own window looked out on an over-grown garden. He sat trying to read, with his ears alert for the slightest sound. Brother Burge seemed to be a long time undressing. For half an hour after he had retired he could hear him moving restlessly about his room.
Twelve o"clock struck from the tower of the parish church, and was followed almost directly by the tall clock standing in the hall down-stairs. Scarcely had the sounds died away than a low moaning from the next room caused the affrighted jeweller to start from his chair and place his ear against the wall. Two or three hollow groans came through the plaster, followed by e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns which showed clearly that Brother Burge was at that moment engaged in a terrified combat with the Powers of Darkness to decide whether he should, or should not, rifle his host"s shop. His hands clenched and his ear pressed close to the wall, the jeweller listened to a monologue which increased in interest with every word.
"I tell you I won"t," said the voice in the next room with a groan, "I won"t. Get thee behind me-Get thee-No, and don"t shove me over to the door; if you can"t get behind me without doing that, stay where you are.
Yes, I know it"s a fortune as well as what you do; but it ain"t mine."
The listener caught his breath painfully.
"Diamond rings," continued Brother Burge in a suffocating voice. "Stop it, I tell you. No, I won"t just go and look at "em."
A series of groans which the jeweller noticed to his horror got weaker and weaker testified to the greatness of the temptation. He heard Brother Burge rise, and then a succession of panting snarls seemed to indicate a fierce bodily encounter.
"I don"t-want to look at "em," said Brother Burge in an exhausted voice.
"What"s-the good of-looking at "em? It"s like you, you know diamonds are my weakness. What does it matter if he is asleep? What"s my knife got to do with you?"
Brother Higgs reeled back and a mist pa.s.sed before his eyes. He came to himself at the sound of a door opening, and impelled with a vague idea of defending his property, s.n.a.t.c.hed up his candle and looked out on to the landing.
The light fell on Brother Burge, fully dressed and holding his boots in his hand. For a moment they gazed at each other in silence; then the jeweller found his voice.
"I thought you were ill, Brother," he faltered.
An ugly scowl lit up the other"s features. "Don"t you tell me any of your lies," he said fiercely. "You"re watching me; that"s what you"re doing. Spying on me."
"I thought that you were being tempted," confessed the trembling Mr.
Higgs.
An expression of satisfaction which he strove to suppress appeared on Mr. Burge"s face.
"So I was," he said sternly. "So I was; but that"s my business. I don"t want your a.s.sistance; I can fight my own battles. You go to bed-I"m going to tell the congregation I won the fight single-"anded."
"So you have, Brother," said the other eagerly; "but it"s doing me good to see it. It"s a lesson to me; a lesson to all of us the way you wrestled."
"I thought you was asleep," growled Brother Burge, turning back to his room and speaking over his shoulder. "You get back to bed; the fight ain"t half over yet. Get back to bed and keep quiet."
The door closed behind him, and Mr. Higgs, still trembling, regained his room and looked in agony at the clock. It was only half-past twelve and the sun did not rise until six. He sat and shivered until a second instalment of groans in the next room brought him in desperation to his feet.
Brother Burge was in the toils again, and the jeweller despite his fears could not help realizing what a sensation the story of his temptation would create. Brother Burge was now going round and round his room like an animal in a cage, and sounds as of a soul wrought almost beyond endurance smote upon the listener"s quivering ear. Then there was a long silence more alarming even than the noise of the conflict. Had Brother Burge won, and was he now sleeping the sleep of the righteous, or-- Mr.
Higgs shivered and put his other ear to the wall. Then he heard his guest move stealthily across the floor; the boards creaked and the handle of the door turned.
Mr. Higgs started, and with a sudden flash of courage born of anger and desperation seized a small bra.s.s poker from the fire-place, and taking the candle in his other hand went out on to the landing again. Brother Burge was closing his door softly, and his face when he turned it upon the jeweller was terrible in its wrath. His small eyes snapped with fury, and his huge hands opened and shut convulsively.
"What, agin!" he said in a low growl. "After all I told you!"
Mr. Higgs backed slowly as he advanced.
"No noise," said Mr. Burge in a dreadful whisper. "One scream and I"ll- What were you going to do with that poker?"
He took a stealthy step forward.
"I-I," began the jeweller. His voice failed him. "Burglars," he mouthed, "downstairs."
"What?" said the other, pausing.
Mr. Higgs threw truth to the winds. "I heard them in the shop," he said, recovering, "that"s why I took up the poker. Can"t you hear them?"
Mr. Burge listened for the fraction of a second. "Nonsense," he said huskily.
"I heard them talking," said the other recklessly. "Let"s go down and call the police."
"Call "em from the winder," said Brother Burge, backing with some haste, "they might "ave pistols or something, and they"re ugly customers when they"re disturbed."
He stood with strained face listening.
"Here they come," whispered the jeweller with a sudden movement of alarm.
Brother Burge turned, and bolting into his room clapped the door to and locked it. The jeweller stood dumbfounded on the landing; then he heard the window go up and the voice of Brother Burge, much strengthened by the religious exercises of the past six months, bellowing l.u.s.tily for the police.