But the Ogre was the thorn in our sides. The day after Mary left we held a council of war in d.i.c.k"s bedroom.
"I"m not going to stand this sort of thing," d.i.c.k announced. "And the sooner that beggar downstairs is brought to understand as much the better. Why, he"s messing about with mother"s papers at this very moment."
"A punch on the nose would do him good," declared Jack. He is one of the twins.
"A sound licking wouldn"t do him any harm," added Jim. He is the other twin.
"He"ll get both if he doesn"t take care."
d.i.c.k drew himself up as straight as a dart. Although he was only fifteen he was five feet eight inches high, and as strong as anything--and so good-looking.
"But surely mother must have left a will. There must be something to tell us what is going to happen."
That was what I said. d.i.c.k took up my words at once.
"That point shall soon be settled. We"ll go down and tackle the beggar right away."
Off we trooped to interview the Ogre in a body. He was in the morning-room--mother"s own particular apartment. Outside the door we might have hesitated, but it was only for a moment. In strode d.i.c.k, and in we all went after him. The Ogre seemed surprised and not too pleased to see us. A bottle and a gla.s.s were on the table; both of those articles seemed to be his inseparable companions. One of his horrid dogs, which had been lying on the hearth-rug, came and sniffed at us as if we were the intruders. The whole room was in confusion. It looked as if it had not been tidied for days, and I daresay it had not been. When I thought of how different it used to be when it was mother"s very own room, a pang went right through my heart. I could not keep the tears out of my eyes; and it was only because I was so angry that I managed to choke them back again. Papers and things were everywhere. At the moment of our entrance he had both his hands full of what I was convinced were mother"s private letters.
It did seem like sacrilege, that that disreputable-looking man, with his pipe stuck in the corner of his mouth, who was nothing and no one to us, should be handling mother"s treasures as if they were so much rubbish. I am almost certain that if I had been a big strong giant I should have been tempted to knock him down. It was not surprising that d.i.c.k spoke to him in the fiery way he did. When I looked at him I saw that he had gone red all over, and that his eyes were gleaming. He was not very polite in his manner, but more polite than the Ogre deserved.
"What are you doing with those things? What do you want here at all?"
The Ogre glanced up, then down again. I do not believe he could meet d.i.c.k"s eyes. He smiled--a nasty smile, for which I could have pinched him. And he continued to turn over the things which he was holding.
"My dear boy, I"m putting these papers into something like order. I never saw anything like the state of confusion which everything is in."
"Don"t call me your dear boy! And what business of yours is it what state they"re in? Who asked you to put them in order? What right have you to touch them?"
The Ogre calmly went on with what he was doing as if d.i.c.k was a person of not the slightest consequence. And he continued to indulge in that extremely objectionable smile.
"You haven"t a very nice way of asking questions. And some people might think that the questions themselves were a little suggestive of ingrat.i.tude."
"What have I to be grateful for? I never asked you to come here. You are not a friend of ours."
"That you most emphatically are not!"
It was I who came blazing out with that. He looked at me out of the corner of his bloodshot eyes, his smile more p.r.o.nounced than ever.
"Now, Miss Molly, that"s unkind of you."
I was in a rage.
"You appear to be oblivious of the fact that you were not even an acquaintance of my mother"s; and as those persons she did not wish to know we do not care to know either, we shall be obliged by your leaving the house at your earliest possible convenience."
"Inside two seconds," added d.i.c.k.
"Perhaps you"d like a little a.s.sistance."
"It"s always to be got."
These two remarks came from the twins. The Ogre laid down on the table what he had been holding. A very ugly look came on his face.
"This is an extraordinary world. I don"t want to say anything offensive--"
"You can say what you like," cried d.i.c.k.
"I intend to, my lad."
"Don"t call me your lad!"
The Ogre looked at d.i.c.k. And this time he gave him glance for glance.
And I knew, from the expression which was on both their faces, that if we were not careful there was going to be trouble. I am not sure that my heart did not quail. The Ogre spoke as if my brother was unworthy even his contempt.
"Mr d.i.c.k Boyes, you appear to be under the impression that you are still at school, and can play the bully here, and treat me as I have no doubt you are in the habit of treating the smaller chaps there. You never made a greater mistake in the course of your short life. I am not the kind of man who will allow himself to be bullied by a hobbledehoy. I give you fair warning that if you treat me to any of your insolence the consequences will be on your own head--and other parts of you as well. Don"t you flatter yourself that the presence of your little sisters will shield you from them."
"Throw something at him!"
"Down him with a pail of water!"
These suggestions proceeded from the twins. The Ogre turned his attention to them.
"If you two youngsters want a row you shall have it. And it will take the shape of the best licking you"ve ever had yet. You"ll not be the first pair of unmannerly cubs I"ve had to take in hand."
I spoke; I wanted peace.
"There"s not the slightest necessity for you to talk like that, Mr Miller. We"re quite willing to believe that you"re more than a match for any number of helpless children. But this is our house--"
"Indeed! Are you sure of that?"
"Of course I am sure. Do you mean to say that it is not?"
"At present I am saying nothing. I only advise you not to be too confident on a point on which some very disagreeable surprise may be in store for you."
"At anyrate, it is not your house. And all we ask--with all possible politeness--is that you should leave it."
"So that is all you ask. It seems to me to be a good deal."
"I don"t know why it should. If you were a gentleman it would not be necessary to ask you twice."
"If I were a gentleman? I suppose if I came up to a school-girl"s notion of what a gentleman ought to be--a sort of glorified schoolboy.
I"m a good deal older than you, Miss Boyes--"
"You certainly are!"
"I certainly am, thank goodness!"
"I am glad you are thankful for something."