"But I thought he was coming back again."
"So I believe he is, sir. But he has not come yet."
"Do you know where he is?"
"At Brighton, sir."
It was about as complete a floorer as I ever wished to get. All the way along, I had been planning which way to break it to him. I turned from the door, whistling and thinking. Should I go after him to Brighton? I had the money, and the time, why should I not do so? Heaven alone knew how much depended upon Tod"s being released from trouble; Heaven alone knew what desperate course he might take in his shame, if not released from it.
Dropping a note to Tod, saying I should be out for the day, and getting a porter to take it up, I made the best of my way to the nearest Brighton station, and found a train just starting. Brighton was a large place, and they could not tell me at the Tavistock what hotel Mr.
Brandon was staying at; except that one of the waiters "thought" it might be the Old Ship. And that"s where I first went, on arrival.
No. No one of the name of Brandon was at the Old Ship. So there I was, like an owl in a desert, wondering where to go next.
And how many hotels and inns I tried before I found him, it would be impossible to remember now. One of the last was up Kemp Town way--the Royal Crescent Hotel.
"Is Mr. Brandon staying here?"
"Mr. Brandon of Warwickshire? Yes, sir."
It was so very unexpected an answer after all the failures, that I hardly believed my own ears. Mr. Brandon was not well, the waiter added: suffering from cold and sore throat--but he supposed I could see him. I answered that I must see him; I had come all the way from London on purpose.
Old Brandon was sitting in a long room, with a bow-window looking out on the sea; some broth at his elbow, and a yellow silk handkerchief resting cornerwise on his head.
"Mr. Ludlow, sir," said the waiter. And he dropped the spoon into the broth, and stared at me as if I were an escaped lunatic.
"Why!--you! What on earth brings _you_ here, Johnny Ludlow?"
To tell him what, was the hardest task I"d ever had in my life. And I did it badly. Sipping spoonfuls of broth and looking hard at me whilst he listened, did not help the process. I don"t know how I got it out, or how confused was the way I told him that I wanted a hundred pounds of my own money.
"A hundred pounds, eh?" said he. "You are a nice gentleman, Johnny Ludlow!"
"I am very sorry, sir, to have to ask it. The need is very urgent, or I should not do so."
"What"s it for?" questioned he.
"I--it is to pay a debt, sir," I answered, feeling my face flush hot.
"Whose debt?"
By the way he looked at me, I could see that he knew as plainly as though I had told him, that it was not my debt. And yet--but for letting him think it was mine, he might turn a deaf ear to me. Old Brandon finished up his broth, and put the basin down.
"You are a clever fellow, Johnny Ludlow, but not quite clever enough to deceive me. You"d no more get into such debt yourself, than I should. I have a better opinion of you than that. Who has sent you here?"
"Indeed, sir, I came of my own free will. No one knows, even, that I have come. Mr. Brandon, I hope you will help me: it is almost a matter of life or death."
"You are wasting words and time, Johnny Ludlow."
And I felt I was. Felt it hopelessly.
"There"s an old saying, and a very good one, Johnny--Tell the whole truth to your lawyer and doctor. I am neither a lawyer nor a doctor: but I promise you this much, that unless you tell me the truth of the matter, every word of it, and explain your request fully and clearly, you may go marching back to London."
There was no help for it. I spoke a few words, and they were quite enough. He seemed to grasp the situation as by magic, and turned me, as may be said, inside out. In five minutes he knew by heart as much of it as I did.
"So!" said he, in his squeaky voice--ten times more squeaky when he was vexed. "Good! A nice nest you have got amongst. Want him to give post-obit bonds, do they! Which _is_ Todhetley--a knave or a fool?"
"He has refused to give the bonds, I said, sir."
"Bonds, who"s talking of bonds?" he retorted. "For playing, _I_ mean. He must have been either a knave or a fool, to play till he owed a hundred pounds when he knew he had not the means to pay."
"But I have explained how it was, sir. He lost, and then played on, hoping to redeem his losses. I think Crayton had him fast, and would not let him escape."
"Ay. Got him, and kept him. That"s your grand friend, the Honourable, Johnny Ludlow. There: give me the newspaper."
"But you will let me have the money, sir?"
"Not if I know it."
It was a woeful check. I set on and begged as if I had been begging for life: saying I hardly knew what. That it might save Tod from a downhill course--and spare grief to the poor old Squire--and pain to me. Pain that would lie on my mind always, knowing that I possessed the money, yet might not use it to save him.
"It"s of no use, Johnny. I have been a faithful guardian to you, and done well by your property. Could your dead father look back on this world and see the income you"ll come into when you are of age, he would know I speak the truth. You cannot suppose I should waste any portion of it, I don"t care how slight a one, in paying young men"s wicked gambling debts."
I prayed him still. I asked him to put himself in my place and see if he would not feel as I felt. I said that I should never--as I truly believed--have an opportunity of spending money that would give me half the pleasure of this, or do half the good. Besides, it was only a loan: Tod was sure to repay it when he could. No: old Brandon was hard as flint. He got up and rang the bell.
"We"ll drop it, Johnny. What will you take? Have you had anything since breakfast?"
"No, sir. But I don"t want anything."
"Bring up dinner for this young gentleman," he said, when the waiter appeared. "Anything you have that"s _good_. And be quick about it, please."
They brought up a hastily prepared dinner: and very good it was. But I could scarcely eat for sorrow. Old Brandon, nursing himself at the opposite end of the table, the yellow handkerchief on his head, looked at me all the while.
"Johnny Ludlow, do you know what I think--that you"d give away your head if it were loose. It"s a good thing you have me to take care of you."
"No, sir, I should not. If you would let me have this hundred pounds--it is really only ninety-two, though--I would repay it with two hundred when I came of age."
"Like the simpleton you are."
"I think I would give half my money, Mr. Brandon, to serve Todhetley in this strait. We are as brothers."
"No doubt you would: but you"ve not got it to give, Johnny. You can let him fight his own battles."
"And I would if he were able to fight them: but he is not able; it"s an exceptional case. I must go back to London, and try there."
Old Brandon opened his eyes. "How?"
"I think perhaps Miss Deveen would let me have the money. She is rich and generous--and I will tell her the whole truth. It is a turning-point in Todhetley"s life, sir: help would save him."
"How do you know but he"d return to the mire? Let him have this money, and he might go on gambling and lose another hundred. Perhaps hundreds at the back of it."