"A year or two ago. I gave him an answer, Johnny; and I fancy he has not altogether liked me since. "I could not think of placing even a shilling of Johnny Ludlow"s where I did not know it to be safe," I said to him.
"It will be safe with me," says Pell, sharply. "Possibly so, Mr Pell," I answered; "but you see there"s only your word as guarantee, and that is not enough for an honest trustee." That shut him up."
"Do you mean to say you have doubted Clement-Pell"s stability, Brandon?"
demanded the Squire, who was near enough to hear this.
"I don"t know about doubting," was the answer. "I have thought it as likely to come to a smash as not. That the chances for it were rather better than half."
This sent the Squire on again. _He_ had no umbrella; and his straw hat glistened in the heat.
Church d.y.k.ely was in a commotion. Folk were rushing up to the little branch Bank black in the face, as if their collars throttled them; for the news was spreading like fire in dry turf. The Squire went bolting in through every obstruction, and seized upon the manager.
"Do you mean to tell me that it"s true, Robertson?" he fiercely cried.--"That things have gone to smash?"
"I am afraid it is, sir," said Robertson, who looked more dead than alive. "I am unable to understand it. It has fallen upon me with as much surprise as it has on others."
"Now, don"t you go and tell falsehoods, Robertson," roared the Squire, as if he meant to shake the man. "Surprise upon you, indeed! Why, have you not been here--at the head and tail of everything?"
"But I did not know how affairs were going. Indeed, sir, I tell you truth."
"Tell a jacka.s.s not to bray!" foamed the Squire. "Have you been short of funds here lately, or have you not? Come, answer me that."
"It is true. We have been short. But Mr. Clement-Pell excused it to me by saying that a temporary lock-up ran the Banks short, especially the small branch Banks. I declare, before Heaven, that I implicitly believed him," added Robertson, "and never suspected there could be any graver cause."
"Then you are either a fool or a knave."
"Not a knave, Squire Todhetley. A fool I suppose I have been."
"I want my two hundred pounds," returned the Squire. "And, Robertson, I mean to have it."
But Robertson had known nothing of the loan; was surprised to hear of it now. As to repayment, that was out of his power. He had not two hundred pence left in the place, let alone pounds.
"It is a case of swindle," said the Squire. "It"s not one of ordinary debt."
"I can"t help it," returned Robertson. "If it were to save Mr.
Clement-Pell from hanging, I could not give a stiver of it. There"s my own salary, sir, since Midsummer; that, I suppose, I shall lose: and I can"t afford it, and I don"t know what will become of me and my poor little children."
At this, the Squire"s voice and anger dropped, and he shook hands with Robertson. But, as a rule, every one began by brow-beating the manager.
The noise was deafening.
How had Pell got off? By which route: road or rail? By day or night? It was a regular hubbub of questions. Mr. Brandon sat on his cob all the while, patiently blinking his eyes at the people.
Palmerby of Rock Cottage came up; his old hands trembling, his face as white as the new paint on Duffham"s windows. "It can"t be true!" he was crying. "It can"t be true!"
"Had you money in his hands, Palmerby?"
"Every shilling I possess in the world."
Mr. Brandon opened his lips to blow him up for foolishness: but something in the poor old face stopped him. Palmerby elbowed his way into the Bank. Duffham came out of his house, a gallipot of ointment in his hand.
"Well, this is a pretty go!"
The Squire took him by the b.u.t.tonhole. "Where"s the villainous swindler off to, Duffham?"
"I should like to know," answered the surgeon. "I"d be pretty soon on his trail and ask him to refund my money."
"But surely he has none of yours?"
"Pretty nigh half the savings of my years."
"Mercy be good to us!" cried the Pater. "He got two hundred pounds out of me last week. What"s to become of us all?"
"It"s not so much a question of what is to become of us--of you and me, Squire," said Duffham, philosophically, "as of those who had invested with him their all. We can bear the loss: you can afford it without much hurt; I must work a few years longer, Heaven permitting me, than I had thought to work. That"s the worst of us. But what will those others do?
What will be the worst for them?"
Mr. Brandon nodded approvingly from his saddle.
"Coming home last night from Duck Lane--by the way, there"s another infant at John Mitchel"s, because he had not enough before--the blacksmith accosted me, saying Clement-Pell was reported to be in a mess and to have run off. The thing sounded so preposterous that I thought at first Dobbs must have been drinking; and told him that I happened to know Clement-Pell was only off to a relative"s death-bed. For on Sunday morning, you see----"
A crush and rush stopped Duffham"s narrative, and nearly knocked us all down. Ball the milkman had come b.u.mping amongst us in a frantic state, his milk-cans swinging from his shoulders against my legs.
"I say, Ball, take care of my trousers. Milk stains, you know."
"Master Ludlow, sir, I be a"most mad, I think. Folks is saying as Mr.
Clement-Pell and his banks have busted-up."
"Well? You have not lost anything, I suppose?"
"Not lost!" panted poor Ball. "I"ve lost all I"ve got. "Twere a hundred pound, Mr. Johnny, sc.r.a.ped together hard enou", as goodness knows. Mr.
Clement-Pell were a-talking to me one day, and he says, says he, Ah, says he, it"s difficult to get much interest now; money"s plentiful. I give eight per cent., says he; most persons gets but three. Would ye take mine, sir, says I; my hundred pound? If you like, he says. And I took it to him, gentlemen, thinking what luck I was in, and how safe it were. My hundred pound!"--letting the cans down with a clatter. "My hundred pound that I"d toiled so hard for! Gentlefolk, wherever be all the money a-gone?"
Well, it was a painful scene. One we were glad to get out of. The Squire, outrageously angry at the way he had been done out of his money, insisted on going to Parrifer Hall. Mr. Brandon rode his cob; Duffham stepped into his surgery to get his hat.
One might have fancied a sale was going on. The doors were open: boxes belonging to some of the servants were lying by the side-entrance, ready to be carted away; people (creditors and curiosity-mongers) stood about.
Sam Rimmer"s master, the butcher, came out of the house as we went in, swearing. Perkins had not been paid for a twelvemonth, and said it would be his ruin. Miss Phebus was in the hall, and seemed to have been having it out with him. She was a light-haired, bony lady of thirty-five, or so, and had made a rare good gipsy that day in the tent. Her eyes were peculiar: green in some lights, yellow in others: a frightfully hard look they had in them this morning.
"Oh, Mr. Todhetley, I am so glad to see you!" she said. "It is a cruel turn that the Clement-Pells have served me, leaving me here without warning, to bear the brunt of all this! Have you come in the interests of the family?"
"I"ve come after my own interests, ma"am," returned the Pater. "To find out, if I can, where Clement-Pell has gone to: and to see if I can get back any of the money I have been done out of."
"Why, it seems every one must be a creditor!" she exclaimed in surprise, on hearing this.
"I know I am one," was his answer.
"To serve _me_ such a trick,--to behave to me with this duplicity: it is infamous," went on Miss Phebus, after she had related to us the chief events of the Sunday, as connected with the story of the dying uncle and the telegram. "If I get the chance, I will have the law against them, Mr. Todhetley."
"It is what a few more of us mean to do, ma"am," he answered.
"They owe me forty pounds. Yes, Mr. Duffham, it is forty pounds: and I cannot afford to lose it. Mrs. Pell has put me off from time to time: and I supposed it to be all right; I suspected nothing. They have not treated me well lately, either. Leaving me here to take care of the house while they were enjoying themselves up in Kensington! I had a great mind to give warning then. The German governess got offended while they were in town, and left. Some friend of Fabian Pell"s was rude to her."