"I have n"t made my will," Denry answered.
"Pooh!" she retorted.
Nevertheless she was the least bit in the world frightened. And she sent for Dr. Stirling, the aged Harrop"s Scotch partner.
Dr. Stirling, who was full-bodied and left little s.p.a.ce for anybody else in the tiny, shabby bedroom of the man with four thousand a year, gazed at Mrs. Machin, and he gazed also at Denry.
"Ye must go to bed this minute," said he.
"But he "s _in_ bed," cried Mrs. Machin.
"I mean yerself," said Dr. Stirling.
She was very nearly at the end of her resources. And the proof was that she had no strength left to fight Dr. Stirling. She did go to bed. And shortly afterwards Denry got up. And a little later, Rose Chudd, that prim and efficient young widow from lower down the street, came into the house and controlled it as if it had been her own. Mrs. Machin, whose const.i.tution was hardy, arose in about a week, cured, and duly dismissed Rose with wages and without thanks. But Rose had been. Like the _Signal"s_ burglars, she had "effected an entrance." And the house had not been turned upside down. Mrs. Machin, though she tried, could not find fault with the result of Rose"s uncontrolled activities.
III
One morning-and not very long afterwards; in such wise did fate seem to favour the young at the expense of the old-Mrs. Machin received two letters which alarmed and disgusted her. One was from her landlord announcing that he had sold the house in which she lived to a Mr.
Wilbraham of London, and that in future she must pay the rent to the said Mr. Wilbraham or his legal representatives. The other was from a firm of London solicitors announcing that their client Mr. Wilbraham had bought the house and that the rent must be paid to their agent whom they would name later.
Mrs. Machin gave vent to her emotion in her customary manner:
"Bless us!"
And she showed the impudent letters to Denry.
"Oh!" said Denry. "So he has bought them, has he? I heard he was going to."
"Them?" exclaimed Mrs. Machin. "What else has he bought?"
"I expect he "s bought all the five-this and the four below, as far as Downes"s. I expect you "ll find that the other four have had notices just like these. You know all this row used to belong to the Wilbrahams. You surely must remember that, mother?"
"Is he one of the Wilbrahams of Hillport, then?"
"Yes, of course he is."
"I thought the last of "em was Cecil, and when he "d beggared himself here he went to Australia and died of drink. That"s what I always heard. We always used to say as there was n"t a Wilbraham left."
"He did go to Australia, but he did n"t die of drink. He disappeared, and when he "d made a fortune he turned up again in Sydney, so it seems.
I heard he "s thinking of coming back here to settle. Anyhow, he "s buying up a lot of the Wilbraham property. I should have thought you "d have heard of it. Why, lots of people have been talking about it."
"Well," said Mrs. Machin, "I don"t like it."
She objected to a law which permitted a landlord to sell a house over the head of a tenant who had occupied it for more than thirty years. In the course of the morning she discovered that Denry was right-the other tenants had received notices exactly similar to hers.
Two days later Denry arrived home for tea with a most surprising article of news. Mr. Cecil Wilbraham had been down to Bursley from London, and had visited him, Denry. Mr. Cecil Wilbraham"s local information was evidently quite out of date, for he had imagined Denry to be a rent-collector and estate agent, whereas the fact was that Denry had abandoned this minor vocation years ago. His desire had been that Denry should collect his rents and watch over his growing interests in the district.
"So what did you tell him?" asked Mrs. Machin.
"I told him I "d do it," said Denry.
"Why?"
"I thought it might be safer for you" said Denry with a certain emphasis. "And, besides, it looked as if it might be a bit of a lark.
He"s a very peculiar chap."
"Peculiar?"
"For one thing, he"s got the largest moustaches of any man I ever saw.
And there "s something up with his left eye. And then I think he"s a bit mad."
"Mad?"
"Well, touched. He"s got a notion about building a funny sort of a house for himself on a plot of land at Bleakridge. It appears he is fond of living alone, and he"s collected all kind of dodges for doing without servants and still being comfortable."
"Ay! But he "s right there!" breathed Mrs. Machin in deep sympathy. As she said about once a week, "she never could abide the idea of servants." "He"s not married, then?" she added.
"He told me he "d been a widower three times, but he "d never had any children," said Denry.
"Bless us!" murmured Mrs. Machin.
Denry was the one person in the town who enjoyed the acquaintance and the confidence of the thrice-widowed stranger with long moustaches. He had descended without notice on Bursley, seen Denry (at the branch office of the Thrift Club), and then departed. It was understood that later he would permanently settle in the district. Then the wonderful house began to rise on the plot of land at Bleakridge. Denry had general charge of it, but always subject to erratic and autocratic instructions from London. Thanks to Denry, who since the historic episode at Llandudno had remained very friendly with the Cotterill family, Mr.
Cotterill had the job of building the house; the plans came from London.
And though Mr. Cecil Wilbraham proved to be exceedingly watchful against any form of imposition, the job was a remunerative one for Mr.
Cotterill, who talked a great deal about the originality of the residence. The town judged of the wealth and importance of Mr. Cecil Wilbraham by the fact that a person so wealthy and important as Denry should be content to act as his agent. But then the Wilbrahams had been magnates in the Bursley region for generations, up till the final Wilbraham smash in the late seventies. The town hungered to see those huge moustaches and that peculiar eye. In addition to Denry, only one person had seen the madman, and that person was Nellie Cotterill, who had been viewing the half-built house with Denry one Sunday morning when the madman had most astonishingly arrived upon the scene, and after a few minutes vanished. The building of the house strengthened greatly the friendship between Denry and the Cotterills. Yet Denry neither liked Mr. Cotterill nor trusted him.
The next incident in these happenings was that Mrs. Machin received notice from the London firm to quit her four-and-sixpence a week cottage. It seemed to her that not merely Brougham Street, but the world, was coming to an end. She was very angry with Denry for not protecting her more successfully. He was Mr. Wilbraham"s agent, he collected the rent, and it was his duty to guard his mother from unpleasantness. She observed, however, that he was remarkably disturbed by the notice, and he a.s.sured her that Mr. Wilbraham had not consulted him in the matter at all. He wrote a letter to London, which she signed, demanding the reason of this absurd notice flung at an ancient and perfect tenant. The reply was that Mr. Wilbraham intended to pull the houses down, beginning with Mrs. Machin"s, and rebuild.
"Pooh!" said Denry. "Don"t you worry your head, mother; I shall arrange it. He"ll be down here soon to see his new house-it"s practically finished, and the furniture is coming in-and I "ll just talk to him."
But Mr. Wilbraham did not come, the explanation doubtless being that he was mad. On the other hand, fresh notices came with amazing frequency.
Mrs. Machin just handed them over to Denry. And then Denry received a telegram to say that Mr. Wilbraham would be at his new house that night and wished to see Denry there. Unfortunately, on the same day, by the afternoon post, while Denry was at his offices, there arrived a sort of supreme and ultimate notice from London to Mrs. Machin, and it was on blue paper. It stated, baldly, that as Mrs. Machin had failed to comply with all the previous notices, had indeed ignored them, she and her goods would now be ejected into the street according to the law. It gave her twenty-four hours to flit. Never had a respectable dame been so insulted as Mrs. Machin was insulted by that notice. The prospect of camping out in Brougham Street confronted her. When Denry reached home that evening Mrs. Machin, as the phrase is, "gave it him."
Denry admitted frankly that he was nonplussed, staggered, and outraged.
But the thing was simply another proof of Mr. Wilbraham"s madness.
After tea he decided that his mother must put on her best clothes and go up with him to see Mr. Wilbraham and firmly expostulate-in fact, they would arrange the situation between them; and if Mr. Wilbraham was obstinate they would defy Mr. Wilbraham. Denry explained to his mother that an Englishwoman"s cottage was her castle, that a landlord"s minions had no right to force an entrance, and that the one thing that Mr.
Wilbraham could do was to begin unbuilding the cottage from the top, outside. And he would like to see Mr. Wilbraham try it on!
So the sealskin mantle (for it was spring again) went up with Denry to Bleakridge.
IV
The moon shone in the chill night. The house stood back from Trafalgar Road in the moonlight-a squarish block of a building.