"Why, it is not usual when there is an account."
Dodd"s countenance fell: "Oh, I should not like to part with it unless I had a receipt."
"You mistake me," said Hardie with a smile. "An entry in your banker"s book is a receipt. However, you can have one in another form." He then unlocked a desk, took out a banker"s receipt; and told Skinner to fill it in. This done, he seemed to be absorbed in some more important matter.
Skinner counted the notes and left them with Mr. Hardie; the bills he took to his desk to note them on the back of the receipt. Whilst he was writing this with his usual slowness and precision, poor Dodd"s heart overflowed. "It is my children"s fortune, ye see: I don"t look on a sixpence of it as mine: that it is what made me so particular. It belongs to my little Julia, bless her:--she is a rosebud if ever there was one; and oh! such a heart; and so fond of her poor father; but not fonder than he is of her--and to my dear boy Edward; he is the honestest young chap you ever saw: what he says, you may swear to with your eyes shut. But how could they miss either good looks or good hearts, and _her_ children? the best wife and the best mother in England. She has been a true consort to me this many a year, and I to her, in deep water and shoal, let the wind blow high or low. Here is a Simple Simon vaunting his own flesh and blood! No wonder that little gentleman there is grinning at me. Well, grin away, lad! perhaps you haven"t got any children. But you have, sir: and you know how it is with us fathers; our hearts are so full of the little darlings, out it must come. You can understand how joyful I feel at saving their fortune from land-sharks and sea-sharks, and landing it safe in an honest man"s hands like you and your father before you."
Skinner handed him the receipt.
He cast his eye over it. "All right, little gentleman. Now my heart is relieved of such a weight: I feel to have just cleared out a cargo of bricks. Good-bye: shake hands. I wish you were as happy as I am. I wish all the world was happy. G.o.d bless you! G.o.d bless you both!"
And with this burst he was out of the room and making ardently for Albion Villa.
The banker and his clerk turned round on their seats and eyed one another a long time in silence and amazement. Was this thing a dream?
their faces seemed to ask. Then Mr. Hardie rested his senatorial head on his hand and pondered deeply. Skinner too reflected on this strange freak of Fortune: and the result was that he burst in on his princ.i.p.al"s reverie with a joyful shout: "The bank is saved! Hardie"s is good for another hundred years."
The banker started, for Skinner"s voice sounded like a pistol-shot in his ear, so high strung was he with thought.
"Hush! hush!" he said, and pondered again in silence. At last he turned to Skinner. "You think our course is plain? I tell you it is so dark and complicated it would puzzle Solomon to know what is best to be done."
"Save the bank, sir, whatever you do."
"How can I save the bank with a few thousand pounds, which I must refund when called on? You look keenly into what is under your eye, Skinner, but you cannot see a yard beyond your nose. Let me think."
After a while he took a sheet of paper, and jotted down "the materials,"
as he called them, and read them out to his accomplice:--
"1. A bank too far gone to be redeemed. If I throw this money into it, I shall ruin Captain Dodd, and do myself no good, but only my creditors.
"2. Miss Julia Dodd, virtual proprietor of this L. 14,000, or of the greater part, if I choose. The child that marries first usually jockeys the other.
"3. Alfred Hardie, my son, and my creditor, deep in love with No. 2, and at present somewhat alienated from me by my thwarting a silly love affair; which bids fair to improve into a sound negotiation.
"4. The L. 14,000 paid to me personally after banking hours, and not entered on the banking books, nor known but to you and me.
"Now suppose I treat this advance as a personal trust? The bank breaks: the money disappears. Consternation of the Dodds, who, until enlightened by the public settlement, will think it has gone into the well.
"In that interval I talk Alfred over, and promise to produce the L.14,000 intact, with my paternal blessing on him and Miss Dodd, provided he will release me from my debt to him, and give me a life interest in half the money settled on him by my wife"s father, to my most unjust and insolent exclusion. Their pa.s.sion will soon bring the young people to reason, and then they will soon melt the old ones."
Skinner was struck with this masterly little sketch. But he detected one fatal flaw: "You don"t say what is to become of me."
"Oh, I haven"t thought of that yet."
"But do think of it, sir, that I may have the pleasure of co-operating.
It would never do for you and me to be pulling two ways, you know."
"I will not forget you," said Hardie, wincing under the chain this little wretch held him with, and had jerked him by way of reminder.
"But surely, Skinner, you agree with me it would be a sin and a shame to rob this honest captain of his money--for my creditors--curse them! Ah!
you are not a father. How quickly he found that out! Well, I am, and he touched me to the quick. I love my little Jane as dearly as he loves his Julia, every bit: and I feel for _him._ And then he put me in mind of my own father, poor man. That seems strange, doesn"t it? a sailor and a banker. Ah! it was because they were both honest men. Yes, it was like a wholesome flower coming into a close room, and then out again and heaving a whiff behind was that sailor. He left the savour of Probity and Simplicity behind, though he took the things themselves away again.
Why, why couldn"t he leave us what is more wanted here than even his money? His integrity: the pearl of price, that my father, whom I used to sneer at, carried to his grave; and died simple, but wise; honest, but rich--rich in money, in credit, in honour, and eternal hopes. Oh, Skinner! Skinner! I wish I had never been born."
Skinner was surprised: he was not aware that intelligent men who sin are subject to fits of remorse. Nay, more, he was frightened; for the emotion of this iron man, so hard to move, was overpowering when it came: it did not soften, it convulsed him.
"Don"t talk so, sir," said the little clerk. "Keep up your heart! Have a drop of something."
"You are right," said Mr. Hardie gloomily; "it is idle to talk: we are all the slaves of circ.u.mstances."
With this, he unlocked a safe that stood against the wall, chucked the L. 14,000 in, and shammed the iron door sharply; and, as it closed upon the Cash with a clang, the parlour door burst open as if by concert, and David Dodd stood on the threshold, looking terrible. His ruddy colour was all gone, and he seemed black and white with anger and anxiety; and out of this blanched yet lowering face his eyes glowed like coals, and roved keenly to and fro between the banker and the clerk.
A thunder-cloud of a man.
CHAPTER XVII
JAMES MAXLEY came out of the bank that morning with nine hundred and four pounds b.u.t.toned up tight in the pocket of his leather breeches, a joyful man; and so to his work, and home at one o"clock to dinner.
At 2 P.M. he was thoughtful; uneasy at 3; wretched at 3.30. He was gardener as well as capitalist, and Mr. Hardie owed him 30s. for work.
Such is human nature in general, and Maxley"s in particular, that the L.
900 in pocket seemed small, and the 30s. in jeopardy large.
"I can"t afford to go with the creditors," argued Maxley: "Dividend on 30s.! Why, that will be about thirty pence: the change for a hard*
half-crown."
*_i.e._ a half-crown in one piece.
He stuck his spade in the soil and made for his debtor"s house. As he came up the street, Dodd shot out of the bank radiant, and was about to pa.s.s him without notice, full of his wife and children; but Maxley stopped him with a right cordial welcome, and told him he had given them all a fright this time.
"What, is it over the town already that my ship has been wrecked?" And Dodd looked annoyed.
"Wrecked? No; but you have been due this two months, ye know. Wrecked?
Why, Captain, you haven"t ever been wrecked?" And he looked him all over as if he expected to see "WRECKED" branded on him by the elements.
"Ay, James, wrecked on the French coast, and lost my chronometer, and a tip-top s.e.xtant. But what of that? I saved _It._ I have just landed It in the Bank. Good-bye; I must sheer off: I long to be home."
"Stay a bit, Captain," said Maxley. "I am not quite easy in my mind.
I saw you come out of Hardie"s. I thought in course you had been in to draa: but you says different. Now what was it you did leave behind you at that there shop, if _you_ please: not money?"
"Not money? Only L. 14,000. How the man stares! Why, it"s not mine, James; it"s my children"s: there, good-bye;" and he was actually off this time. But Maxley stretched his long limbs, and caught him in two strides, and griped his shoulder without ceremony. "Be you mad?" said he sternly.
"No, but I begin to think you are."
"That is to be seen," said Maxley gravely. "Before I lets you go, you must tell me whether you be jesting, or whether you have really been so simple as to drop fourteen--thousand--pounds at Hardie"s?" No judge upon the bench, nor bishop in his stall, could be more impressive than this gardener was, when he subdued the vast volume of his voice to a low grave utterance of this sort.