"Asleep!" snapped that damsel, jerking her head in the direction of the parlour; "what do you want?"--very disdainfully.
"A little civility in the first place," retorted Slivers, rudely, sitting down on a bench that ran along the wall, and thereby causing his wooden leg to stick straight out, which, being perceived by Billy, he descended from the old man"s shoulder and turned the leg into a perch, where he sat and swore at Martha.
"You wicked old wretch," said Miss Twexby, viciously--her nose getting redder with suppressed excitement--"go along with you, and take that irreligious parrot with you, or I"ll wake my par."
"He won"t thank you for doing so," replied Slivers, coolly; "I"ve called to see him about some new shares just on the market, and if you don"t treat me with more respect I"ll go, and he"ll be out of a good thing."
Now, Miss Twexby knew that Slivers was in the habit of doing business with her parent, and, moreover was a power in the share market, so she did not deem it diplomatic to go too far, and bottling up her wrath for a future occasion, when no loss would be involved, she graciously asked Slivers what he"d be pleased to have.
"Whisky," said Slivers, curtly, leaning his chin on his stick, and following her movements with his one eye. "I say!"
"Well?" asked Miss Twexby, coming from behind the bar with a gla.s.s and a bottle of whisky, "what do you say?"
"How"s that good-looking Frenchman?" asked Slivers, pouring himself out some liquor, and winking at her in a rakish manner with his one eye.
"How should I know?" snapped Martha, angrily, "he comes here to see that friend of his, and then clears out without as much as a good day; a nice sort of friend, indeed," wrathfully, "stopping here nearly two weeks and drunk all the time; he"ll be having delirious tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs before he"s done."
"Who will ?" said Slivers, taking a sip of his whisky and water.
"Why, that other Frenchman!" retorted Martha, going to her place behind the bar, "Peter something; a low, black wretch, all beard, with no tongue, and a thirst like a lime-kiln."
"Oh, the dumb man."
Miss Twexby nodded.
"That"s him," she said, triumphantly, "he"s been here for the last two weeks."
"Drunk, I think you said," remarked Slivers, politely.
Martha laughed scornfully, and took out some sewing.
"I should just think so," she retorted, tossing her head, "he does nothing but drink all day, and run after people with that knife."
"Very dangerous," observed Slivers, gravely shaking his head; "why don"t you get rid of him?"
"So we are," said Miss Twexby, biting off a bit of cotton, as if she wished it were Pierre"s head; "he is going down to Melbourne the day after to-morrow."
Slivers got weary of hearing about Pierre, and plunged right off into the object of his visit.
"That Vandeloup," he began.
"Well?" said Miss Twexby, letting the work fall on her lap.
"What time did he come home the night he stopped here?"
"Twelve o"clock."
"Get along with you," said Slivers, in disgust, "you mean three o"clock."
"No, I don"t," retorted Martha, indignantly; "you"ll be telling me I don"t know the time next."
"Did he go out again?
"No, he went to bed."
This quite upset Slivers" idea--as if Vandeloup had gone to bed at twelve, he certainly could not have murdered Villiers nearly a mile away at two o"clock in the morning. Slivers was puzzled, and then the light broke on him--perhaps it was the dumb man.
"Did the other stay here all night also?"
Miss Twexby nodded. "Both in the same room," she answered.
"What time did the dumb chap come in?"
"Half-past nine."
Here was another facer for Slivers--as it could not have been Pierre.
"Did he go to bed?"
"Straight."
"And did not leave the house again?"
"Of course not," retorted Miss Twexby, impatiently; "do you think I"m a fool--no one goes either in or out of this house without my knowing it. The dumb devil went to bed at half-past nine, and Mr Vandeloup at half-past twelve, and they neither of them came out of their rooms till next morning."
"How do you know Vandeloup was in at twelve?" asked Slivers, still unconvinced.
"Drat the man, what"s he worryin" about?" rejoined Miss Twexby, snappishly; "I let him in myself."
This clearly closed the subject, and Slivers arose to his feet in great disgust, upsetting Billy on to the floor.
"Devil!" shrieked Billy, as he dropped. "Oh, my precious mother.
Devil--devil--devil--you"re a liar--you"re a liar--Bendigo and Ballarat--Ballarat and Bendigo--Pickles!"
Having thus run through a portion of his vocabulary, he subsided into silence, and let Slivers pick him up in order to go home.
"A nice pair you are," muttered Martha, grimly, looking at them. "I wish I had the thrashing of you. Won"t you stay and see par?" she called out as Slivers departed.
"I"ll come to-morrow," answered Slivers, angrily, for he felt very much out of temper; then, in a lower voice, he observed to himself, "I"d like to put that jade in a teacup and crush her."
He stumped home in silence, thinking all the time; and it was only when he arrived back in his office that he gave utterance to his thoughts.
"It couldn"t have been either of the Frenchmen," he said, lighting his pipe. "She must have done it herself."
CHAPTER XVI