"That"s nothing to this. d.i.c.k was never really serious, and Alicia"s always serious, if she thinks about a thing at all."
"Well, well, of course it must be stopped. What are you going to do?"
"She must be told," said Lady Eynesford.
"I won"t tell her."
"Then I must."
"I wonder if you"re not wrong after all."
"Oh, watch them!" retorted Lady Eynesford, and, leaving her husband, she sought Alicia and invited her to come and have a talk in the verandah.
Alicia, when thus summoned, was sitting with Eleanor Scaife, and they were both watching Captain Heseltine"s fox terrier jump over a walking-stick under his master"s tuition. It was a suitable enough amus.e.m.e.nt for a hot day; and it was engrossing enough to prevent Eleanor raising her eyes at the sound of Lady Eynesford"s voice. In fact, she was not over and above anxious to meet that lady"s glance. Eleanor had, in the light of recent events, grown rather doubtful of the wisdom of her wonderful discretion, and Lady Eynesford had intimated, with her usual clearness of statement, a decided opinion that not Eleanor, but she herself was the proper person to judge what should and should not be told to Alicia. She had enforced her moral by hinting at very distressing consequences which might follow on Eleanor"s unfortunate reticence.
"I sometimes think," Eleanor remarked to Heseltine, when Alicia had left them, "that perfect openness and candour are always best."
Captain Heseltine lowered the walking-stick and looked at her with an air of expectancy.
"It saves so much misunderstanding, if you tell everybody everything right out," continued Eleanor.
"For my part," returned Heseltine, with an earnestness which he rarely displayed, "I differ utterly. I"ve never in my life told anybody anything without being sorry I hadn"t held my tongue."
"Oh, you mean your private affairs."
"Well, and you? Oh, I see. You only mean other people"s. Agreed, agreed!
Perfect openness and candour about them by all means!"
"I am quite serious. One never knows how much harm may be done by concealing them."
"Got a murder on your conscience?"
"Oh, not exactly," sighed Eleanor.
"You"re like that chap Kilshaw. He"s always talking as if he had something awful up his sleeve."
"Perhaps he has."
As Eleanor said this, she jumped up and ran to meet Alicia, whom she saw coming towards her. Lady Eynesford had wasted no time over her task.
The Captain, being left alone, did the appropriate thing. He soliloquised.
"She"d have told me in another half-minute," said he, with a chuckle.
"It was choking her. Yet she"s a sensible one as they go."
Whom or what cla.s.s he meant by "they" it is merciful to his ignorant prejudices to leave unrevealed.
CHAPTER XVIII.
BY AN OVERSIGHT OF SOCIETY"S.
Francois Gaspard was a pleasant and cheerful man, good company, and genial to his neighbours and comrades, but it may be doubted whether Society had not made a grave mistake in not hanging him at the earliest opportunity. In his younger days he had lived in perpetual warfare against Society, its inst.i.tutions and const.i.tutions--a warfare that he carried on without scruple and without quarter: he would have had no cause for complaint had he been dealt with on this basis of his own choosing. Society, however, had chosen to fancy that it could reform Francois, or, failing that, could keep him alive and yet harmless.
Thanks to this sanguine view, he found himself, at the age of forty-five, a free man in New Lindsey; and, thinking that he and his native country had had about enough of one another, he had enrolled himself as a subject of her Majesty, and had plunged into the affairs of his new home with his usual energy. Francois was not indeed quite the man he had been in his palmy time, his nerve was not so good, and his life was more comfortable, and therefore not so lightly to be risked; but he had made no renunciations, and often regretted that New Lindsey was a barren soil, wherein the seed he sowed bore little fruit. He could not be happy without a secret society, and that he had established in Kirton; but it was, he ruefully admitted, hardly more than a toy, a mockery, the merest _simulacrum_. The members displayed no alacrity; they were but five all told, besides himself: a bookseller"s a.s.sistant, a watchmaker (he was a German, but the larger cause harmonised all differences), two artisans, and--what is either natural or strange, according to one"s estimation of parliamentary government--a doorkeeper in the Houses of Parliament. They used to meet at Gaspard"s lodgings, regret, in tones as loud as prudence permitted, the abuses of the _status quo_, spend a social evening, and return to the outer world with a tickling sense of mystery and potential destructiveness. Gaspard held the very lowest opinion of them; he acknowledged that the "propaganda by action" took small root in New Lindsey, and when it came into his head that Mr. Benham was worse than superfluous, he admitted with a shrug the great difficulties that lay in the way of removing his acquaintance. A man could not do everything by himself, the matter was after all not very pressing, and he almost made up his mind to let Mr. Benham live.
Such was the chain of his reflections, and if Society had clearly realised the way he looked at such things, it can hardly be supposed that Gaspard would have been left unhanged.
Nevertheless, almost academic as the question was, Gaspard indulged his humour by hinting to his a.s.sociates that, in certain contingencies, there might be work for their hands. He would not be more explicit, for he was distrustful of them; but this vague hint was quite enough to cause some perturbation. The bookseller"s a.s.sistant turned rather pale, and expressed a preference for waiting till one final, decisive, and overwhelming blow could be struck. He was understood to favour a wholesale ma.s.sacre at Government House, but reminded his hearers of the dangers of hasty action. The watchmaker was strong on the division of functions: one man was valuable in counsel, another in the field; he belonged, he said, to the former category. The artisans smiled broadly over their drink, and openly declared that the President must "give "em a lead." The doorkeeper reinforced this suggestion by reminding them that he was a husband and father, whereas Gaspard was a bachelor. All united in asking for further information, and were annoyed when Gaspard referred them to the rule governing such a.s.sociations as theirs, namely, that the member to carry out the deed, if resolved upon, should be designated before the nature of the deed was discussed, or its desirability finally decided. If this were not so, he pointed out, a member"s opinion on the merits of the scheme might be biased by the knowledge that he would, if fate so willed, have to carry it out.
According to his rule, the designated member had no vote.
"Not know who it is?" exclaimed the doorkeeper. "Why, a man might be asked to take off his own brother!"
"Perfectly," smiled Gaspard. "It is to avoid any painful conflict of duties that the rule exists." He looked round the table with a broader smile, and added--"Shall it be the lot?"
The feeling of the meeting was against the lot. They preferred to choose their man.
"Let"s vote by ballot," suggested the watchmaker.
"Agreed!" cried Gaspard, and they flung folded sc.r.a.ps of paper into a hat.
There was one vote for the doorkeeper: it came out first, and the doorkeeper wiped a bead of sweat from his brow. But soon he smiled again; the other four were all for Gaspard, who returned thanks for the honour in a few words.
"As soon as the information is complete, I will summon you again," he said, dismissing them, and lighting his cigarette with a chuckle of mockery. Really, it seemed impossible to do anything with these creatures, and Gaspard did not feel quite so eager as he used to be to put his own neck in the noose. If he acted, he must, probably, fly from New Lindsey, and he was very comfortable and doing very well there. No; on second thoughts he doubted if the duty of removing Mr. Benham was absolutely imperative.
Meanwhile Benham would have been much surprised to hear that his latter end was a subject of dispa.s.sionate contemplation to the little Frenchman. No subject was more remote from his own thoughts. He was in high feather, the hour was fast approaching which was to witness his triumph and his revenge; the gag would soon be taken from his mouth, and his deadly disclosure would smite Medland like a sword. His sentiment was satisfied with the prospect, and Kilshaw took care that his pocket should have nothing to complain of. He refused indeed to provide for Benham in his own employ for obvious reasons; but he promised him a strong, though private, recommendation to an important house, in addition to the agreed price of his information, which was a thousand pounds, half to be paid in advance. The first five hundred pounds was paid on the day before the Premier"s great meeting, for, if the Ministry weathered Monday"s storm, the last weapon in the a.r.s.enal was to be brought into use. So said Mr. Kilshaw, still hoping to avoid the necessity, still resolute to face it if he must. Benham took his money and went his way, with one of those familiar, confidential looks and jocular speeches which filled Kilshaw"s cup of disgust to the brim.
Whenever the man did that sort of thing, Kilshaw was within an ace of kicking him down-stairs and throwing away the poisoned weapon; but he never did.
Mere chance willed that as Gaspard on Sat.u.r.day evening was going home, having done a hard day"s work at organising a trade procession for the next day, he should fall in with Benham. He stopped to speak, feeling an interest in all that concerned the man; and Benham, radiant and effusive from the process of "moistening his luck," would not be satisfied till Gaspard had agreed to sup with him and at his charges.
"Oh, if you like to do a good deed to an enemy," laughed the Frenchman, letting the other seize him by the arm and lead him off; and he thought to himself that he might as well spare so liberal a host. Might there not be other suppers in the future? Dead men, if they told no tales, paid for no suppers either.
After the meal they had another bottle of wine, and Benham called for a pack of cards. Francois won, and politely apologised.
"It is too bad of me," he said, "after your hospitality, _mon cher_."
"Oh, five pound won"t hurt me, or ten either," cried Benham, draining his gla.s.s.
"No? Happy man!"
"I know where money comes from," continued Benham, with a wink.
"Ah, a man who knows what you do!" retorted Gaspard. "Have you forgotten telling me--you know--about our good Medland?"
"Did I tell you? Well, I had forgotten. Who cares! It"s true--every word."
"Oh, I don"t say it isn"t," laughed Gaspard incredulously.