"Do you adopt this sickeningly cynical att.i.tude," John besought.
"Forgery is not a joke."
"Well, this forgery was," Hugh contradicted. "You see, I got hold of Stevie"s old check book and found he had quite a decent little account in Croydon. So I faked his signature--you know how to do that?"
"I don"t want to know."
"You copy the signature upside down. Yes, that"s the way. Then old Aubrey disguised himself with blue gla.s.ses and presented the check at the bank, just allowing himself five minutes to catch the train back to town. I was waiting at the station in no end of a funk. But it was all right. The clerk blinked for a minute, but old Aubrey blinked back at him as cool as you please, and he shoveled out the gold. Aubrey came jingling on to the platform like a milk-can just as the train was starting."
"I wish to hear no more."
"And then I found that Stevie was c.o.c.king his eye at this check book and scratching his head and looking at me and--well, he suspected me. The fact of the matter is that Stevie"s as keen on his cash as anybody. I suppose this is a side account for the benefit of some little lady or other."
"Silence," John commanded.
"And then I lost my nerve, so that when Stevie started questioning me about his check book I must have looked embarra.s.sed."
"I"m surprised to hear that," John put in, bitterly.
"Yes, I dare say I could have bluffed it out, because I"d taken the precaution to cash the check through Aubrey whom Stevie knows nothing about. But I don"t know. I lost my nerve. Well, thanks very much for stumping up, Johnnie; I"m only glad you got so much pleasure out of it yourself."
"What do you mean--pleasure?"
"Shut up--don"t pretend you didn"t enjoy yourself, you old Pharisee.
Look here where _are_ we going to lunch? I"m carrying a bag full of instruments, you know."
John told Hugh that he declined to lunch with him in his present mood of bravado, and at the corner of Chancery Lane they parted.
"Mind," John warned him, "if you wish for any help from me you are to remain for the present at Ambles."
"My dear chap, I don"t want to remain anywhere else; but I wish you could appreciate the way in which the dark and b.l.o.o.d.y deed was done, as one of your characters would say. You haven"t uttered a word of congratulation. After all, it took some pluck, you know, and the signature was an absolutely perfect fake--perfect. The only thing that failed was my nerve afterwards. But I suppose I should be steadier another time."
John hurried away in a rage and walked up the Strand muttering:
"What _was_ the name of that mahogany-planter? _Was_ it Raikes or wasn"t it? I must find his card."
It was not until he had posted the following letter that he recovered some of his wonted serenity.
36 CHURCH ROW,
Hampstead, N.W.,
_Nov. 28, 1910._
MY DEAR MISS HAMILTON,--In case I am too shy to broach the subject at lunch on Wednesday I am writing to ask you beforehand if in your wildest dreams you have ever dreamt that you could be a private secretary. I have for a long time been wanting a secretary, and as you often spoke with interest of my work I am in hopes that the idea will not be distasteful to you. I should not have dared to ask you if you had not mentioned shorthand yesterday and if Mrs. Hamilton had not said something about your typewriting. This seems to indicate that at any rate you have considered the question of secretarial work. The fact of the matter is that in addition to my plays I am much worried by family affairs, so much so that I am kept from my own work and really require not merely mechanical a.s.sistance, but also advice on many subjects on which a woman is competent to advise.
I gathered also from your mother"s conversation that you yourself were sometimes hara.s.sed by family problems and I thought that perhaps you might welcome an excuse to get away from them for awhile.
My notions of the salary that one ought to offer a private secretary are extremely vague. Possibly our friend Miss Merritt would negotiate the business side, which to me as an author is always very unpleasant. I should of course accept whatever Miss Merritt proposed without hesitation. My idea was that you would work with me every morning at Hampstead. I have never yet attempted dictation myself, but I feel that I could do it after a little practice. Then I thought you could lunch with me, and that after lunch we could work on the materials--that is to say that I should give you a list of things I wanted to know, which you would search for either in my own library or at the British Museum. Does this strike you as too heavy a task? Perhaps Miss Merritt will advise you on this matter too.
If Mrs. Hamilton is opposed to the idea, possibly I might call upon her and explain personally my point of view. In the meantime I am looking forward to our lunch and hoping very much that you will set my mind at rest by accepting the post. I think I told you I was working on a play with Joan of Arc as the central figure. It is interesting, because I am determined not to fall into the temptation of introducing a fact.i.tious love-interest, which in my opinion spoilt Schiller"s version.
Yours sincerely,
JOHN TOUCHWOOD.
CHAPTER X
When after lunch on Wednesday afternoon John relinquished Miss Hamilton to the company of her friend Miss Merritt at Charing Cross Station, he was relinquishing a secretary from whom he had received an a.s.surance that the very next morning she would be at his elbow, if he might so express himself. In his rosiest moments he had never expected so swift a fulfilment of his plan, and he felt duly grateful to Miss Merritt, to whose powers of persuasion he ascribed the acceptance in spite of Mrs.
Hamilton"s usually only too effective method of counteracting any kind of independent action on her daughter"s part. On the promenade deck of the _Murmania_ Miss Merritt had impressed John with her resolute character; now she seemed to him positively Napoleonic, and he was more in awe of her than ever, so much so indeed that he completely failed to convey his sense of obligation to her good offices and could only beam at her like a benevolent character in a d.i.c.kens novel. Finally he did manage to stammer out his desire that she would charge herself with the financial side of the agreement and was lost in silent wonder when she had no hesitation in suggesting terms based on the fact that Miss Hamilton had no previous experience as a secretary.
"Later on, if you"re satisfied with her," she said, "you must increase her salary; but I will be no party to over-payment simply because she is personally sympathetic to you."
How well that was put, John thought. Personally sympathetic! How accurately it described his att.i.tude toward Miss Hamilton. He took leave of the young women and walked up Villiers Street, cheered by the pleasant conviction that the flood of domestic worries which had threatened to destroy his peace of mind and overwhelm his productiveness was at last definitely stayed.
"She"s exactly what I require," he kept saying to himself, exultantly.
"And I think I may claim without unduly flattering myself that the post I have offered her is exactly what she requires. From what that very nice girl Miss Merritt said, it is evidently a question of a.s.serting herself now or never. With what a charming lack of self-consciousness she agreed to the salary and even suggested the hours of work herself.
Oh, she"s undoubtedly practical--very practical; but at the same time she has not got that almost painfully practical exterior of Miss Merritt, who must have broken in a large number of difficult employers to acquire that tight set of her mouth. Probably I shall be easy to manage, so working for me won"t spoil her unbusinesslike appearance.
To-morrow we are to discuss the choice of a typewriter; and by the way, I must arrange which room she is to use for typing. The noise of a machine at high speed would be as prejudicial to composition as Viola"s step-dancing. Yes, I must arrange with Mrs. Worfolk about a room."
John"s faith in his good luck was confirmed by the amazing discovery that Mrs. Worfolk had known his intended secretary as a child.
"Her old nurse in fact!" he exclaimed joyfully, for such a melodramatic coincidence did not offend John"s romantic palate.
"No, sir, not her nurse. I never was not what you might call a nurse proper. Well, I mean to say, though I was always fond of children I seemed to take more somehow to the house itself, and so I never got beyond being a nursemaid. After that I gave myself up to rising as high as a housemaid _can_ rise until I married Mr. Worfolk. Perhaps you may remember me once pa.s.sing the remark that I"d been in service with a racing family? Well, after I left them I took a situation as upper housemaid with a very nice family in the county of Unts, and who came up to London for the season to Grosvenor Gardens. Then I met Mr. Worfolk who was a carpenter and he made packing-cases for Mr. Hamilton who was your young lady"s pa. Oh, I remember him well. There was a slight argument between Mr. Worfolk and I--well, not argument, because ours was a very happy marriage, but a slight conversation as to whether he was to make cases for Chi-ner or Chi-nese knick-knacks, and Mr. Worfolk was wrong."
"But were you in service with Mr. Hamilton? Did he live in Huntingdonshire?"
"No, no, sir. You"re getting very confused, if you"ll pardon the obsivation. Very confused, you"re getting. This Mr. Hamilton was a customer of Mr. Worfolk and through him coming to superintend his Chi-nese valuables being packed I got to know his little girl--your secretary as is to be. Oh, I remember her perfickly. Why, I mended a hole in her stocking once. Right above the garter it was, and she was so fond of our Tom. Oh, but he _was_ a beautiful mouser. I"ve heard many people say they never saw a finer cat nowhere."
"You have a splendid memory, Mrs. Worfolk."
"Yes, sir. I have got a good memory. Why, when I was a tiny tot I can remember my poor grandpa being took sudden with the colic and rolling about on the kitchen hearth-rug, groaning, as you might say, in a agony of pain. Well, he died the same year as the Juke of Wellington, but though I was taken to the Juke"s funeral by my poor mother, I"ve forgotten that. Well, one can"t remember everything, and that"s a fact; one little thing will stick and another little thing won"t. Well, I mean to say, it"s a good job anybody can"t remember everything. I"m shaw there"s enough trouble in the world as it is."
Mrs. Worfolk startled the new secretary when she presented herself at 36 Church Row next day by embracing her affectionately in the hall before she had explained the reason for such a demonstration. It soon transpired, however, that Miss Hamilton"s memory was as good as Mrs.
Worfolk"s and that she had not forgotten those jolly visits to the carpenter long ago, nor even the big yellow Tomcat. As for the master of the house, he raised his housekeeper"s salary to show what importance he attached to a good memory.
For a day or two John felt shy of a.s.signing much work to his secretary; but she soon protested that, if she was only going to type thirty to fifty lines of blank verse every other morning, she should resign her post on the ground that it was an undignified sinecure.
"What about dictating your letters? You made such a point of my knowing shorthand."
"Yes, I did, didn"t I?" John agreed.
Dictation made him very nervous at first; but with a little practice he began to enjoy it, and ultimately it became something in the nature of a vice. He dictated immensely long letters to friends whose very existence he had forgotten for years, the result of which abrupt revivals of intercourse was a shower of appeals to lend money to these companions of his youth. Yet this result did not discourage him from the habit of dictating for dictation"s sake, and every night before he turned over to go to sleep he used to poke about in the rubbish-heap of the past for more forgotten friends. As a set off to incommoding himself with a host of unnecessary correspondents he became meticulously businesslike, and after having neglected Miss Janet Bond for several weeks he began to write to her daily about the progress of the play, which notwithstanding his pa.s.sion for dictation really was progressing at last. Indeed he worked up the manageress of the Parthenon to such a pitch of excitement that one morning she appeared suddenly at Church Row and made a dramatic entrance into the library when John, who had for the moment exhausted his list of friends, was dictating a letter to _The Times_ about the condition of some trees on Hampstead Heath.