"But look at it, too. Come here and look over me, while I read."
Mr Baptist approached, followed every word with his quick eyes, saw and heard it all out with the greatest impatience, then clapped his two hands flat upon the bill as if he had fiercely caught some noxious creature, and cried, looking eagerly at Clennam, "It is the man! Behold him!"
"This is of far greater moment to me" said Clennam, in great agitation, "than you can imagine. Tell me where you knew the man."
Mr Baptist, releasing the paper very slowly and with much discomfiture, and drawing himself back two or three paces, and making as though he dusted his hands, returned, very much against his will:
"At Marsiglia--Ma.r.s.eilles."
"What was he?"
"A prisoner, and--Altro! I believe yes!--an," Mr Baptist crept closer again to whisper it, "a.s.sa.s.sin!"
Clennam fell back as if the word had struck him a blow: so terrible did it make his mother"s communication with the man appear.
Cavalletto dropped on one knee, and implored him, with a redundancy of gesticulation, to hear what had brought himself into such foul company.
He told with perfect truth how it had come of a little contraband trading, and how he had in time been released from prison, and how he had gone away from those antecedents. How, at the house of entertainment called the Break of Day at Chalons on the Saone, he had been awakened in his bed at night by the same a.s.sa.s.sin, then a.s.suming the name of Lagnier, though his name had formerly been Rigaud; how the a.s.sa.s.sin had proposed that they should join their fortunes together; how he held the a.s.sa.s.sin in such dread and aversion that he had fled from him at daylight, and how he had ever since been haunted by the fear of seeing the a.s.sa.s.sin again and being claimed by him as an acquaintance. When he had related this, with an emphasis and poise on the word, "a.s.sa.s.sin,"
peculiarly belonging to his own language, and which did not serve to render it less terrible to Clennam, he suddenly sprang to his feet, pounced upon the bill again, and with a vehemence that would have been absolute madness in any man of Northern origin, cried "Behold the same a.s.sa.s.sin! Here he is!"
In his pa.s.sionate raptures, he at first forgot the fact that he had lately seen the a.s.sa.s.sin in London. On his remembering it, it suggested hope to Clennam that the recognition might be of later date than the night of the visit at his mother"s; but Cavalletto was too exact and clear about time and place, to leave any opening for doubt that it had preceded that occasion.
"Listen," said Arthur, very seriously. "This man, as we have read here, has wholly disappeared."
"Of it I am well content!" said Cavalletto, raising his eyes piously. "A thousand thanks to Heaven! Accursed a.s.sa.s.sin!"
"Not so," returned Clennam; "for until something more is heard of him, I can never know an hour"s peace."
"Enough, Benefactor; that is quite another thing. A million of excuses!"
"Now, Cavalletto," said Clennam, gently turning him by the arm, so that they looked into each other"s eyes. "I am certain that for the little I have been able to do for you, you are the most sincerely grateful of men."
"I swear it!" cried the other.
"I know it. If you could find this man, or discover what has become of him, or gain any later intelligence whatever of him, you would render me a service above any other service I could receive in the world, and would make me (with far greater reason) as grateful to you as you are to me." "I know not where to look," cried the little man, kissing Arthur"s hand in a transport. "I know not where to begin. I know not where to go.
But, courage! Enough! It matters not! I go, in this instant of time!"
"Not a word to any one but me, Cavalletto."
"Al-tro!" cried Cavalletto. And was gone with great speed.
CHAPTER 23. Mistress Affery makes a Conditional Promise, respecting her Dreams
Left alone, with the expressive looks and gestures of Mr Baptist, otherwise Giovanni Baptista Cavalletto, vividly before him, Clennam entered on a weary day. It was in vain that he tried to control his attention by directing it to any business occupation or train of thought; it rode at anchor by the haunting topic, and would hold to no other idea. As though a criminal should be chained in a stationary boat on a deep clear river, condemned, whatever countless leagues of water flowed past him, always to see the body of the fellow-creature he had drowned lying at the bottom, immovable, and unchangeable, except as the eddies made it broad or long, now expanding, now contracting its terrible lineaments; so Arthur, below the shifting current of transparent thoughts and fancies which were gone and succeeded by others as soon as come, saw, steady and dark, and not to be stirred from its place, the one subject that he endeavoured with all his might to rid himself of, and that he could not fly from. The a.s.surance he now had, that Blandois, whatever his right name, was one of the worst of characters, greatly augmented the burden of his anxieties. Though the disappearance should be accounted for to-morrow, the fact that his mother had been in communication with such a man, would remain unalterable. That the communication had been of a secret kind, and that she had been submissive to him and afraid of him, he hoped might be known to no one beyond himself; yet, knowing it, how could he separate it from his old vague fears, and how believe that there was nothing evil in such relations? Her resolution not to enter on the question with him, and his knowledge of her indomitable character, enhanced his sense of helplessness. It was like the oppression of a dream to believe that shame and exposure were impending over her and his father"s memory, and to be shut out, as by a brazen wall, from the possibility of coming to their aid. The purpose he had brought home to his native country, and had ever since kept in view, was, with her greatest determination, defeated by his mother herself, at the time of all others when he feared that it pressed most. His advice, energy, activity, money, credit, all his resources whatsoever, were all made useless. If she had been possessed of the old fabled influence, and had turned those who looked upon her into stone, she could not have rendered him more completely powerless (so it seemed to him in his distress of mind) than she did, when she turned her unyielding face to his in her gloomy room.
But the light of that day"s discovery, shining on these considerations, roused him to take a more decided course of action.
Confident in the rect.i.tude of his purpose, and impelled by a sense of overhanging danger closing in around, he resolved, if his mother would still admit of no approach, to make a desperate appeal to Affery. If she could be brought to become communicative, and to do what lay in her to break the spell of secrecy that enshrouded the house, he might shake off the paralysis of which every hour that pa.s.sed over his head made him more acutely sensible. This was the result of his day"s anxiety, and this was the decision he put in practice when the day closed in.
His first disappointment, on arriving at the house, was to find the door open, and Mr Flintwinch smoking a pipe on the steps. If circ.u.mstances had been commonly favourable, Mistress Affery would have opened the door to his knock. Circ.u.mstances being uncommonly unfavourable, the door stood open, and Mr Flintwinch was smoking his pipe on the steps.
"Good evening," said Arthur.
"Good evening," said Mr Flintwinch.
The smoke came crookedly out of Mr Flintwinch"s mouth, as if it circulated through the whole of his wry figure and came back by his wry throat, before coming forth to mingle with the smoke from the crooked chimneys and the mists from the crooked river.
"Have you any news?" said Arthur.
"We have no news," said Jeremiah.
"I mean of the foreign man," Arthur explained.
_"I_ mean of the foreign man," said Jeremiah.
He looked so grim, as he stood askew, with the knot of his cravat under his ear, that the thought pa.s.sed into Clennam"s mind, and not for the first time by many, could Flintwinch for a purpose of his own have got rid of Blandois? Could it have been his secret, and his safety, that were at issue? He was small and bent, and perhaps not actively strong; yet he was as tough as an old yew-tree, and as crusty as an old jackdaw.
Such a man, coming behind a much younger and more vigorous man, and having the will to put an end to him and no relenting, might do it pretty surely in that solitary place at a late hour.
While, in the morbid condition of his thoughts, these thoughts drifted over the main one that was always in Clennam"s mind, Mr Flintwinch, regarding the opposite house over the gateway with his neck twisted and one eye shut up, stood smoking with a vicious expression upon him; more as if he were trying to bite off the stem of his pipe, than as if he were enjoying it. Yet he was enjoying it in his own way.
"You"ll be able to take my likeness, the next time you call, Arthur, I should think," said Mr Flintwinch, drily, as he stooped to knock the ashes out.
Rather conscious and confused, Arthur asked his pardon, if he had stared at him unpolitely. "But my mind runs so much upon this matter," he said, "that I lose myself."
"Hah! Yet I don"t see," returned Mr Flintwinch, quite at his leisure, "why it should trouble YOU, Arthur."
"No?"
"No," said Mr Flintwinch, very shortly and decidedly: much as if he were of the canine race, and snapped at Arthur"s hand.
"Is it nothing to see those placards about? Is it nothing to me to see my mother"s name and residence hawked up and down in such an a.s.sociation?"
"I don"t see," returned Mr Flintwinch, sc.r.a.ping his h.o.r.n.y cheek, "that it need signify much to you. But I"ll tell you what I do see, Arthur,"
glancing up at the windows; "I see the light of fire and candle in your mother"s room!"
"And what has that to do with it?"
"Why, sir, I read by it," said Mr Flintwinch, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g himself at him, "that if it"s advisable (as the proverb says it is) to let sleeping dogs lie, it"s just as advisable, perhaps, to let missing dogs lie. Let "em be. They generally turn up soon enough."
Mr Flintwinch turned short round when he had made this remark, and went into the dark hall. Clennam stood there, following him with his eyes, as he dipped for a light in the phosphorus-box in the little room at the side, got one after three or four dips, and lighted the dim lamp against the wall. All the while, Clennam was pursuing the probabilities--rather as if they were being shown to him by an invisible hand than as if he himself were conjuring them up--of Mr Flintwinch"s ways and means of doing that darker deed, and removing its traces by any of the black avenues of shadow that lay around them.
"Now, sir," said the testy Jeremiah; "will it be agreeable to walk up-stairs?"
"My mother is alone, I suppose?"
"Not alone," said Mr Flintwinch. "Mr Casby and his daughter are with her. They came in while I was smoking, and I stayed behind to have my smoke out."