But when it turned out that, so far from such statements being fabrications to delude him, they were simply true--when the letter Reginald had written to Mr Medlock that very evening lay in his hands and corroborated all he had said--when he himself followed the poor fellow an hour or two later on his errand of mercy, and stood beside him as he spent that precious sixpence over _Robinson Crusoe_ and the _Pilgrim"s Progress_, Mr Sniff did feel for a moment disconcerted.
But, unusual as it was, he made the bold venture of jumping to the conviction of Reginald"s innocence; and that theory once started, everything went beautifully.
On the evening following Mrs Cruden"s sudden illness, Mr Durfy strolled down in rather a disconsolate frame of mind towards the Shades.
Since his expulsion from the _Rocket_ office things had not been going pleasantly with him. For a day or two he had deemed it expedient to keep in retirement, and when at last he did venture forth, in the vague hope of picking up some employment worthy of his talents, he took care to keep clear of the haunts of his former confederates, whom, after his last failure, he rather dreaded meeting.
It had been during this period that he had made the acquaintance of Shuckleford, and the prospect of revenge which that intimacy opened to him was a welcome diversion to the monotony of his existence.
But prospects of revenge do not fill empty stomachs, and Durfy at the end of a week began to discover that there might be an end even to the private resources of the late overseer of an evening newspaper and the part proprietor of an Agency Corporation. He was, in fact, getting hard up, and therefore, putting his pride in his empty pocket, he strolled down moodily to the Shades, determined at any rate to have a supper at somebody else"s expense.
He had not reckoned without his host, for after about half an hour"s impatient kicking of his heels outside, Mr Medlock and Mr Shanklin appeared on the scene, arm in arm.
They appeared by no means elated at seeing him, but that mattered very little to the hungry Durfy, who followed them into the supper-room and took his seat at the table beside them. If he had been possessed of any sensitiveness, it might have been wounded by the utter indifference, after the first signs of displeasure, they paid to his presence. They continued their conversation as though no third party had been near, and except that Mr Medlock nodded when the waiter said "For three?" seemed to see as little of him as Hamlet"s mother did of the Ghost.
However, for the time being that nod of Mr Medlock"s was all Durfy particularly coveted. He was hungry. Time enough to stand on his dignity when the knife and fork had done their work.
"Yes," said Mr Shanklin, "time"s up to-day. I"ve told him where to find us. If he doesn"t, you must go your trip by yourself; I can safely stay and screw my man up."
"Think he will turn up?"
"Can"t say. He seems to be flush enough of money still."
"Well, he can"t say you"ve not helped him to get rid of it."
"I"ve done my best," said Mr Shanklin, laughing.
"I shall be glad of a holiday. It"s as hard work sponging one fool as it is fleecing a couple of hundred sheep, eh?"
"Well, the wool came off very easily, I must say. I reckon there"ll be a clean 500 to divide on the Liverpool business alone."
"Nice occupation that"ll be on the Boulogne steamer to-morrow," said Mr Shanklin. "Dear me, I hope it won"t be rough, I"m such a bad sailor!"
"Then, of course," said Mr Medlock, "there"ll be your little takings to add to that. Your working expenses can"t have been much."
Mr Shanklin laughed again.
"No. I"ve done without circulars and a salaried secretary. By the way, do you fancy any one smells anything wrong up in the North yet?"
"Bless you, no. The fellow"s pretty near starving, and yet he sent me up a stray 2 he received the other day. It"s as good as a play to read the letters he sends me up about getting the orders executed in strict rotation, as entered in a beautiful register he kept, and which I borrowed, my boy. Ha! ha! He wants me to run down to Liverpool, he says, as he"s not quite satisfied with his position there. Ho! ho! And he"d like a little money on account, as he"s had to buy stamps and coals and all that sort of thing out of his own thirteen shillings a week.
It"s enough to make one die of laughing, isn"t it?"
"It is funny," said Mr Shanklin. "But you"re quite right to be on the safe side and start to-morrow. You did everything in his name, I suppose--took the office, ordered the printing, and all that sort of thing?"
"Oh yes, I took care of that. My name or yours was never mentioned, except mine on the dummy list of directors. That won"t hurt."
"Well, the Corporation"s had a short life and a merry one; and your precious secretary"s likely to have a merry Christmas after it all-- unless you"d like to go down and spend it with him, Durfy," added Mr Shanklin, taking notice for the first time of the presence of their visitor.
Durfy replied by a scowl.
"I shall be far enough away by then," said he.
"Why, where are you going?"
"I"m going with you, to be sure," said he, doggedly.
Messrs. Medlock and Shanklin greeted this announcement with a laugh of genuine amus.e.m.e.nt.
"I"m glad you told us," said Mr Shanklin. "We should have forgotten to take a ticket for you."
"You may grin," said Durfy. "I"m going, for all that."
"You"re a bigger fool even than you look," said Mr Medlock, "to think so. You can consider yourself lucky to get a supper out of us this last night."
"You forget I can make it precious awkward for you if I like," growled Durfy.
"Awkward! _You"ve_ a right to be a judge of what"s awkward after the neat way you"ve managed things," sneered Shanklin. "It takes you all your time to make things awkward for yourself, let alone troubling about us."
Durfy always hated when Mr Shanklin alluded to his blunders, and he scowled all the more viciously now because he felt that, after all, he could do little against his two patrons which would not recoil with twofold violence on his own head. No, he had better confine his reprisals to the Crudens by Mr Shuckleford"s a.s.sistance, and meanwhile make what he could out of these ungrateful sharpers.
"If you don"t want me with you," said he, "you"ll have to make it worth my while to stay away, that"s all. You"d think it a fine joke if you found yourself in the police-station instead of the railway-station to- morrow morning, wouldn"t you?"
And Mr Durfy"s face actually relaxed into a smile at this flash of pleasantry.
"You"d find it past a joke if you found yourself neck-and-crop in the gutter in two minutes," said Mr Shanklin, in a rage, "as you will do if you don"t take care."
"I"ll take care for fifty pounds," said Durfy. "It"s precious little share I"ve had out of the business, and if you want me mum, that"s what will do it. There, I could tell you a thing or two already; you don"t know--"
"Tush! Durfy, you"re a born a.s.s! Come round to my hotel to-morrow at eight, and I"ll see what I can do for you," said Mr Medlock.
Durfy knew how to value such promises, and did not look by any means jubilant at the prospect held out. However, at this moment Blandford and Pillans entered the supper-room, and his hosts had something better to think about than him.
He was hustled from his place to make room for the new guests, and surlily retired to a neighbouring table, where, if he could not hear all that was said, he could at least see all that went on.
"Hullo!" said Shanklin gaily, "here"s a nice time to turn up, dear boys.
Medlock and I have nearly done supper."
"Couldn"t help. We"ve been to the theatre, haven"t we, Pillans?" said Blandford, who appeared already to be rather the worse for drink.
"I have. _You"ve_ been in the bar most of the time," said Pillans.
"Ha! ha! I was told Bland was studying for the Bar. I do like application," said Mr Medlock.
Blandford seemed to regard this as a compliment, and sitting down at the table, told the waiter to bring a bottle of champagne and some more gla.s.ses.
"Well," he said, with a simper, "what I say I"ll do, I"ll do. I said I"d turn up here and pay you that bill, Shanklin, and I have turned up, haven"t I?"
"Upon my honour, I"d almost forgotten that bill," said Mr Shanklin, who had thought of little else for the last week. "It"s not inconvenient, I hope?"