"Well, you won"t get any here," Fielden said. "If you have anything to say to Mr. Copley you had better wait. He will be here at five o"clock, but you must wait outside."
"Me wait outside! Who are you talking to? I don"t wait for no man, not even for Raymond Copley. I have got to get back to London to-night anyhow. You just give me a sovereign or two and tell Mr. Copley you"ve done it. Tell him if I have any more of this sort of thing he had best look for somebody else to play building houses with fruit baskets in Covent Garden. Tell him that. If I have any more of this to put up with he can get somebody else to monkey with his fruit baskets. You needn"t say more than that."
In spite of the man"s intoxication he knew what he was talking about, and was plainly desirous of conveying something definite. There was a malignant look in his eye which Fielden did not fail to notice.
"Oh, be off," he said impatiently. "I won"t have any row here. Are you going, or shall I turn you out?"
The intruder answered with a furious oath. He was anxious, he said, to see any man on the face of the earth who could do a job like that. He lurched violently at Fielden, and the next moment was sprawling on his back with the haziest knowledge of what had happened. Then, at a sign from Fielden, the two helpers took him by the shoulders and legs and carried him into the road. He rose muttering and threatening. He shook his fist towards the stables and lurched off until he was swallowed up by the darkness. Quite unconscious that his knuckles were cut and bleeding Fielden went about his work. It was only when Copley himself appeared and asked what had happened that Fielden looked at his damaged hand.
"Oh, that"s nothing," he laughed. "A tramp came here not long since asking for you and demanding a sovereign or two as if you were his banker. The fellow was insolent, and I had to knock him down, but I had no idea my knuckles were cut. Needless to say the man didn"t get his sovereign, though he did leave a queer message for you. It is astonishing what strange things men say when they are in liquor."
"And what did this one say?" Copley asked.
"Oh, he said if he could see you he would get as many pounds as he liked. He went on to remark that if he had to put up with any more of this you could find somebody else to monkey with your fruit baskets at Covent Garden. Idiotic, wasn"t it?"
Fielden spoke carelessly, but he kept an eye upon Copley. He saw the latter start, remarked the queer look on his face, and how his eyes gleamed with anger.
"Absurd," he said. "I suppose the fellow thinks I am interested in Covent Garden. But there is no accounting for the vagaries of a drunken man. Anyway, it"s not worth thinking about. Anything fresh to report?"
CHAPTER XXV
THE DERELICT
Raymond Copley went back into the house in a thoughtful mood. The much-envied and much-talked-of millionaire was not particularly happy.
He had a good deal to occupy his attention and had reached a crisis in his affairs which was likely to prove awkward unless something turned up speedily. It was easy, as he often cynically observed, to obtain almost unlimited credit upon the strength of his fict.i.tious wealth, but exceedingly difficult to raise even a hundred pounds in the City. He had practically no security to offer his bankers, and dared not do anything that would suggest to an outsider that he was in want of ready cash. One or two of his schemes lately had ended in failure, and, so far as he could see, it was almost impossible for him to hold out for the month which intervened between now and the next meeting at Mirst Park.
Now here was a fresh cause of annoyance which he had not antic.i.p.ated.
Unfortunately for the ultimate success of Copley"s schemes, they necessitated the employment of more than one subordinate, and these subordinates had to be paid. Moreover, they were drawn unavoidably from the refuse of the population, so that they were a standing source of danger, for it is hazardous to depend upon people who are usually ready to sell their services to the highest bidder. One of them had been so audacious as to turn up at the very gates of Seton Manor and demand money. Luckily, he had not said enough to rouse suspicions. His remarks to Fielden might easily be ignored as the ravings of a drunken wretch.
Certainly they did not convey much intelligence. So far all was safe.
But it was a warning, and a warning that Copley did not care to disregard. Happily, he thought, Fielden was not a curious man, or he might have inquired farther into the incident. He might even have been disposed to speculate a sovereign or two, and the tramp might have been in a sufficiently reckless mood to sell information at that price. The thing must be looked into at once.
Foster sprawled in the library with a copy of the _Sportsman_ in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth. He looked up carelessly at his employer, but seeing there was something amiss put down the paper and waited for Copley to speak.
"What has gone wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, everything," Copley said savagely. "Has a single thing gone straight since the Mirst Park meeting? Here am I in a big house, furnished regardless of expense, with scores of tradesmen tumbling over one another to serve me, and yet I haven"t a ten-pound note to call my own. As if that was not bad enough, that blackguard Chaffey has turned up here."
"I suppose he wants money," Foster asked.
"Well, that was the idea, no doubt. I didn"t see him myself, but I understand he was drunk and objectionable, and Field turned him out.
They had a bit of a scrimmage, and I hope Field gave the fellow a lesson. At any rate, he went off quietly in the end."
"Then why worry?" Foster said.
"Why worry? What a question! I forgot to tell you the worst. Chaffey came here demanding money. He said if I had been at home he could have got as much as he wanted. Imagine what Field must have thought. He would conclude that I was under obligations to the scamp, but, as you know, I haven"t exchanged a dozen words with him. Everything has been done through you, and I must say I can"t congratulate you on your choice."
"You never do when things go wrong," Foster retorted. "Would you have had me employ a gentleman? Did you want a man of intelligence, who would have asked many questions of himself. Chaffey is the man for us. But you are making a great fuss about nothing."
"Well, what do you think of this? Chaffey told Field that if he had any more of this sort of thing I could get somebody else to monkey with my fruit baskets in Covent Garden. Ah, I thought you would change your tune. Imagine a remark like that in a sporting public-house! Scores of people would smell a rat instantly. They would get on the track of money-making, especially if Chaffey happened to mention my name in connexion with the affair. If they only found him with money and plied him with drink, he would tell them all he knew."
"Which is precious little," Foster said coolly, as he lighted a fresh cigarette. "Chaffey doesn"t really know anything. Still, we must make him understand that we won"t stand this kind of thing. What do you propose to do?"
"Why, follow him, of course. He can"t be far away. He is sure to have gone to some pothouse. He went down the London Road, and the best thing is to go after him at once. Let us take the car and make excuses that we shan"t be back in time for dinner. You think I am making much ado about nothing. But my nerves are not what they used to be. Come along."
Foster made no objection. In truth he was almost as uneasy as his employer. By and by they were rolling along the road in a car, stopping under some pretext or other at every public-house. They came presently to a small place where they heard news of the man they were after. He had left a short time before; in fact, he had been violently ejected, because he had no money to pay for the drink he had consumed. Half a mile farther on the motorists espied a shadowy outline staggering down the middle of the road and lurching from side to side, singing as he went.
"That"s the man," Foster whispered. "Stop the car and I"ll get out and tackle him."
The tramp paused when he found himself within the radius of the powerful lights. He stood trying to collect his scattered senses, until, finally, he got some hazy idea of whom he was talking to. His face grew hard and sullen, and he looked none the better for a swollen eye and a cut forehead.
"Oh, it"s you, is it?" he said. "This is a nice way to treat a gentleman. Here am I, miles away from my happy home and not a penny in my pocket."
"What are you doing here?" Foster asked.
"That, sir," said the tramp with great dignity, "is my business. I have private occupations of which you know nothing. You are taking advantage of my poverty. Don"t forget that I was in as good a position as yourself at one time."
"You might easily be better," Foster said contemptuously. "Still, you haven"t told me what brings you here, and why you made a disturbance at Seton Manor."
"I was at the Lington Meeting," Chaffey answered. "I lost all I had and was tramping back to London when I recollected that Mr. Copley lived close by. I thought I would borrow a pound or two from him, and that"s why I called. It would have been all right but for those stable men.
Would you care to be treated like a dog? I lost my temper. You"d have lost yours if you had been in my place. And that"s all about it. I don"t want to make any trouble if you treat me properly. Give me a few pounds and I"ll go back to London the first thing in the morning."
"I"ll give you money if you return to-night," Foster said curtly. "Get in the car and we"ll drive you as far as Maley Junction. Come on."
"I will not come on," Chaffey said with an a.s.sumption of his old dignity. "You give me the money and I"ll go to town early in the morning. I can"t go before, because I have heard something. There"s a trial coming off here to-morrow morning, and I am bound to see it. You don"t suppose I live on what I get from you. If the trial turns out as I hope it will, it will put a lump in my pocket. Now what is the good of standing frowning at me like that? I tell you I"m not going back to London to-night. I won"t go till eight o"clock to-morrow morning. If you don"t help me, I know a man who will give me a tenner cheerfully to hear how I monkey with the fruit baskets in Covent Garden. But do as you please. I don"t mind lying in a ditch till morning, and I don"t mind tramping to town to-morrow. It wouldn"t be the first time I"ve done both. Not that I want to quarrel with you, Mr. Foster; if you do the fair thing by me, I"ll do the fair thing by you. Give me a quid or two so that I can get some supper and a bed, and I"ll promise not to come near Seton Manor again. What"s more, if the trial turns out all right, I"ll send a message to Mr. Copley."
"Oh, give him money and let him have his way," Copley cried impatiently.
"There isn"t much chance of drumming sense into him to-night."
A whispered conversation between Copley and Foster followed, then three sovereigns changed hands and Chaffey departed along the road with the air of a man who has an object in life.
"You have done the right thing," he said. "I knew you would, when you came to think of it, and I"ll let Mr. Copley know all about the trial.
Good-night, gentlemen, and good luck to you."
So Chaffey vanished into the darkness.
CHAPTER XXVI
A SECOND TRIAL