I dare say they won"t be missed for a day or two."
He calculated that he could read and master the contents that night, and put back the papers in the safe in the morning while James was opening the shop.
"There"s nothing, James," he whispered as he went out, the safe being locked again. "There is nothing at all. Look here, my lad, you must try another way of finding out where the money is."
"I wish I was sure that he hasn"t carried off something in his pocket," James murmured.
Joe spent the whole evening alone, contrary to his usual practice, which was, as we have seen, to spend it at a certain music-hall. He read the papers over and over again.
"I wish," he said at length, "I wish I had known this only two months ago. I wish I had paid more attention to Iris. What a dreadful thing it is to have a grandfather who keeps secrets from his grandson. What a game we might have had over this job! What a game we might have still if--"
And here he stopped, for the first germ or conception of a magnificent coup dawned upon him, and fairly dazzled him so that his eyes saw a bright light and nothing else.
"If Lotty would," he said. "But I am afraid she won"t hear of it." He sprung to his feet and caught sight of his own face in the looking gla.s.s over the fireplace. He smiled. "I will try," he said, "I think I know by this time, how to get round most of "em. Once they get to feel there are other women in the world besides themselves, they"re pretty easy worked. I will try."
One has only to add to the revelations already made that Joe paid a second visit to the shop, this time early in the morning. The shutters were only just taken down. James was going about with that remarkable watering-pot only used in shops, which has a little stream running out of it, and Mr. Emblem was upstairs slowly shaving and dressing in his bedroom. He walked in, nodded to his friend the a.s.sistant, opened the safe, and put back the roll.
"Now," he murmured, "if the old man has really been such a dunder-headed pump as not to open the packet all these years, what the devil can he know? The name is different; he hasn"t got any clew to the will; he hasn"t got the certificate of his daughter"s marriage, or of the child"s baptism--both in the real name. He hasn"t got anything.
As for the girl here, Iris, having the same christian-name, that"s nothing. I suppose there is more than one woman with such a fool of a name as that about in the world.
"Foxy," he said cheerfully, "have you found anything yet about the investments? Odd, isn"t it? Nothing in the safe at all. You can have your key back."
He tossed him the key carelessly and went away.
The question of his grandfather"s savings was grown insignificant beside this great and splendid prize which lay waiting for him. What could the savings be? At best a few thousands; the slowly saved thrift of fifty years; n.o.body knew better than Joe himself how much his own profligacies had cost his grandfather; a few thousands, and those settled on his Cousin Iris, so that, to get his share, he would have to try every kind of persuasion unless he could get up a case for law.
But the other thing--why, it was nearly all personal estate, so far as he could learn by the will, and he had read it over and over again in the room at Somerset House, with the long table in it, and the watchful man who won"t let anybody copy anything. What a shame, he thought, not to let wills be copied! Personalty sworn under a hundred and twenty thousand, all in three per cents, and devised to a certain young lady, the testator"s ward, in trust, for the testator"s son, or his heirs, when he or they should present themselves. Meantime, the ward was to receive for her own use and benefit, year by year, the whole income.
"It is unfortunate," said Joe, "that we can"t come down upon her for arrears. Still, there"s an income, a steady income, of three thousand six hundred a year when the son"s heirs present themselves. I should like to call myself a solicitor, but that kite won"t fly, I"m afraid.
Lotty must be the sole heiress. Dressed quiet, without any powder, and her fringe brushed flat, she"d pa.s.s for a lady anywhere. Perhaps it"s lucky, after all, that I married her, though if I had had the good sense to make up to Iris, who"s a deuced sight prettier, she"d have kept me going almost as well with her pupils, and set me right with the old man and handed me over this magnificent haul for a finish. If only the old man hasn"t broken the seals and read the papers!"
The old man had not, and Joe"s fears were, therefore, groundless.
CHAPTER V.
AS A BROTHER.
Arnold immediately began to use the privilege accorded to him with a large and liberal interpretation. If, he argued, a man is to be treated as a brother, there should be the immediate concession of the exchange of christian-names, and he should be allowed to call as often as he pleases. Naturally he began by trying to read the secret of a life self-contained, so dull, and yet so happy, so strange to his experience.
"Is this, Iris?" he asked, "all your life? Is there nothing more?"
"No," she said; "I think you have seen all. In the morning I have my correspondence; in the afternoon I do my sewing, I play a little, I read, or I walk, sometimes by myself, and sometimes with Lala Roy; in the evening I play again, or I read again, or I work at the mathematics, while my grandfather and Lala Roy have their chess. We used to go to the theater sometimes, but of late my grandfather has not gone. At ten we go to bed. That is all my life."
"But, Iris, have you no friends at all, and no relations? Are there no girls of your own age who come to see you?"
"No, not one; I have a cousin, but he is not a good man at all. His father and mother are in Australia. When he comes here, which is very seldom, my grandfather falls ill only with thinking about him and looking at him. But I have no other relations, because, you see, I do not know who my father"s people were."
"Then," said Arnold, "you may be countess in your own right; you may have any number of rich people and nice people for your cousins. Do you not sometimes think of that?"
"No" said Iris; "I never think about things impossible."
"If I were you, I should go about the streets, and walk round the picture-galleries looking for a face like your own. There cannot be many. Let me draw your face, Iris, and then we will send it to the Grosvenor, and label it, "Wanted, this young lady"s cousins." You must have cousins, if you could only find them out."
"I suppose I must. But what if they should turn out to be rough and disagreeable people?"
"Your cousins could not be disagreeable, Iris," said Arnold.
She shook her head.
"One thing I should like," she replied. "It would be to find that my cousins, if I have any, are clever people--astronomers, mathematicians, great philosophers, and writers. But what nonsense it is even to talk of such things; I am quite alone, except for my grandfather and Lala Roy."
"And they are old," murmured Arnold.
"Do not look at me with such pity," said the girl. "I am very happy. I have my own occupation; I am independent; I have my work to fill my mind; and I have these two old gentlemen to care for and think of. They have taken so much care of me that I ought to think of nothing else but their comfort; and then there are the books down-stairs--thousands of beautiful old books always within my reach."
"But you must have some companions, if only to talk and walk with."
"Why, the books are my companions; and then Lala Roy goes for walks with me; and as for talking, I think it is much more pleasant to think."
"Where do you walk?"
"There is Battersea Park; there are the squares; and if you take an omnibus, there are the Gardens and Hyde Park."
"But never alone, Iris?"
"Oh, yes, I am often alone. Why not?"
"I suppose," said Arnold, shirking the question, because this is a civilized country, and in fact, why not? "I suppose that it is your work which keeps you from feeling life dull and monotonous."
"No life," she said, looking as wise as Newton, if Newton was ever young and handsome--"no life can be dull when one is thinking about mathematics all day. Do you study mathematics?"
"No; I was at Oxford, you know."
"Then perhaps you prefer metaphysics? Though Lala Roy says that the true metaphysics, which he has tried to teach me, can only be reached by the Hindoo intellect."
"No, indeed; I have never read any metaphysics whatever. I have only got the English intellect." This he said with intent satirical, but Iris failed to understand it so, and thought it was meant for a commendable humility.
"Physical science, perhaps?"
"No, Iris. Philosophy, mathematics, physics, metaphysics, or science of any kind have I never learned, except only the science of Heraldry, which you have taught me, with a few other things."
"Oh!" She wondered how a man could exist at all without learning these things. "Not any science at all? How can any one live without some science?"
"I knew very well," he said, "that as soon as I was found out I should be despised."
"Oh, no, not despised. But it seems such a pity--"