Bindloose--and ye may trust me or no as ye like--that he had some foul play between the Cleik.u.m and the Buck-stane. I have thought it, and I have dreamed it, and I will be at the bottom of it, or my name is not Meg Dods, and that I wad have them a" to reckon on.--Ay, ay, that"s right, Mr. Bindloose, tak out your pen and inkhorn, and let us set about it to purpose."
With considerable difficulty, and at the expense of much cross-examination, Mr. Bindloose extracted from his client a detailed account of the proceedings of the company at the Well towards Tyrrel, so far as they were known to, or suspected by Meg, making notes, as the examination proceeded, of what appeared to be matter of consequence.
After a moment"s consideration, he asked the dame the very natural question, how she came to be acquainted with the material fact, that a hostile appointment was made between Captain MacTurk and her lodger, when, according to her own account, it was made _intra parietes_, and _remotis testibus_?
"Ay, but we victuallers ken weel eneugh what goes on in our ain houses,"
said Meg--"And what for no?--If ye _maun_ ken a" about it, I e"en listened through the keyhole of the door."
"And do you say you heard them settle an appointment for a duel?" said the Clerk; "and did you no take ony measures to hinder mischief, Mrs.
Dods, having such a respect for this lad as you say you have, Mrs.
Dods?--I really wadna have looked for the like o" this at your hands."
"In truth, Mr. Bindloose," said Meg, putting her ap.r.o.n to her eyes, "and that"s what vexes me mair than a" the rest, and ye needna say muckle to ane whose heart is e"en the sairer that she has been a thought to blame.
But there has been mony a challenge, as they ca" it, pa.s.sed in my house, when thae daft lads of the Wildfire Club and the Helter-skelter were upon their rambles; and they had aye sense eneugh to make it up without fighting, sae that I really did not apprehend ony thing like mischief.--And ye maun think, moreover, Mr. Bindloose, that it would have been an unco thing if a guest, in a decent and creditable public like mine, was to have cried coward before ony of thae landlouping blackguards that live down at the hottle yonder."
"That is to say, Mrs. Dods, you were desirous your guest should fight for the honour of your house," said Bindloose.
"What for no, Mr. Bindloose?--Isna that kind of fray aye about honour?
and what for should the honour of a substantial, four-nooked, sclated house of three stories, no be foughten for, as weel as the credit of ony of these f.e.c.kless callants that make such a fray about their reputation?--I promise you my house, the Cleik.u.m, stood in the Auld Town of St. Ronan"s before they were born, and it will stand there after they are hanged, as I trust some of them are like to be."
"Well, but perhaps your lodger had less zeal for the honour of the house, and has quietly taken himself out of harm"s way," said Mr.
Bindloose; "for if I understand your story, this meeting never took place."
"Have less zeal!" said Meg, determined to be pleased with no supposition of her lawyer, "Mr. Bindloose, ye little ken him--I wish ye had seen him when he was angry!--I dared hardly face him mysell, and there are no mony folk that I am feared for--Meeting! there was nae meeting, I trow--they never dared to meet him fairly--but I am sure waur came of it than ever would have come of a meeting; for Anthony heard twa shots gang off as he was watering the auld naig down at the burn, and that is not far frae the footpath that leads to the Buck-stane. I was angry at him for no making on to see what the matter was, but he thought it was auld Pirner out wi" the double barrel, and he wasna keen of making himself a witness, in case he suld have been caa"d on in the Poaching Court."
"Well," said the Sheriff-clerk, "and I dare say he did hear a poacher fire a couple of shots--nothing more likely. Believe me, Mrs. Dods, your guest had no fancy for the party Captain MacTurk invited him to--and being a quiet sort of man, he has just walked away to his own home, if he has one--I am really sorry you have given yourself the trouble of this long journey about so simple a matter."
Mrs. Dods remained with her eyes fixed on the ground in a very sullen and discontented posture, and when she spoke, it was in a tone of corresponding displeasure.
"Aweel--aweel--live and learn, they say--I thought I had a friend in you, Mr. Bindloose--I am sure I aye took your part when folk miscaa"d ye, and said ye were this, that, and the other thing, and little better than an auld sneck-drawing loon, Mr. Bindloose.--And ye have aye keepit my penny of money, though, nae doubt, Tam Turnpenny lives nearer me, and they say he allows half a per cent mair than ye do if the siller lies, and mine is but seldom steered."
"But ye have not the Bank"s security, madam," said Mr. Bindloose, reddening. "I say harm of nae man"s credit--ill would it beseem me--but there is a difference between Tam Turnpenny and the Bank, I trow."
"Weel, weel, Bank here Bank there, I thought I had a friend in you, Mr.
Bindloose; and here am I, come from my ain house all the way to yours for sma" comfort, I think."
"My stars, madam," said the perplexed scribe, "what would you have me to do in such a blind story as yours, Mrs. Dods?--Be a thought reasonable--consider that there is no _Corpus delicti_."
_"Corpus delicti?_ and what"s that?" said Meg; "something to be paid for, nae doubt, for your hard words a" end in that.--And what for suld I no have a Corpus delicti, or a Habeas Corpus, or ony other Corpus that I like, sae lang as I am willing to lick and lay down the ready siller?"
"Lord help and pardon us, Mrs. Dods," said the distressed agent, "ye mistake the matter a"thegether! When I say there is no Corpus delicti, I mean to say there is no proof that a crime has been committed."[I-19]
"And does the man say that murder is not a crime, than?" answered Meg, who had taken her own view of the subject far too strongly to be converted to any other--"Weel I wot it"s a crime, baith by the law of G.o.d and man, and mony a pretty man has been strapped for it."
"I ken all that very weel," answered the writer; "but, my stars, Mrs.
Dods, there is nae evidence of murder in this case--nae proof that a man has been slain--nae production of his dead body--and that is what we call the Corpus delicti."
"Weel, than, the deil lick it out of ye," said Meg, rising in wrath, "for I will awa hame again; and as for the puir lad"s body, I"ll hae it fund, if it cost me turning the earth for three miles round wi" pick and shool--if it were but to give the puir bairn Christian burial, and to bring punishment on MacTurk and the murdering crew at the Waal, and to shame an auld doited fule like yoursell, John Bindloose."
She rose in wrath to call her vehicle; but it was neither the interest nor the intention of the writer that his customer and he should part on such indifferent terms. He implored her patience, and reminded her that the horses, poor things, had just come off their stage--an argument which sounded irresistible in the ears of the old she-publican, in whose early education due care of the post-cattle mingled with the most sacred duties. She therefore resumed her seat again in a sullen mood, and Mr.
Bindloose was cudgelling his brains for some argument which might bring the old lady to reason, when his attention was drawn by a noise in the pa.s.sage.
FOOTNOTE:
[I-19] For example, a man cannot be tried for murder merely in the case of the non-appearance of an individual; there must be proof that the party has been murdered.
CHAPTER XV.
A PRAISER OF PAST TIMES.
----Now your traveller, He and his toothpick at my worship"s mess.
_King John._
The noise stated at the conclusion of last chapter to have disturbed Mr.
Bindloose, was the rapping of one, as in haste and impatience, at the Bank-office door, which office was an apartment of the Banker"s house, on the left hand of his pa.s.sage, as the parlour in which he had received Mrs. Dods was upon the right.
In general, this office was patent to all having business there; but at present, whatever might be the hurry of the party who knocked, the clerks within the office could not admit him, being themselves made prisoners by the prudent jealousy of Mr. Bindloose, to prevent them from listening to his consultation with Mrs. Dods. They therefore answered the angry and impatient knocking of the stranger only with stifled giggling from within, finding it no doubt an excellent joke, that their master"s precaution was thus interfering with their own discharge of duty.
With one or two hearty curses upon them, as the regular plagues of his life, Mr. Bindloose darted into the pa.s.sage, and admitted the stranger into his official apartment. The doors both of the parlour and office remaining open, the ears of Luckie Dods (experienced, as the reader knows, in collecting intelligence) could partly overhear what pa.s.sed.
The conversation seemed to regard a cash transaction of some importance, as Meg became aware when the stranger raised a voice which was naturally sharp and high, as he did when uttering the following words, towards the close of a conversation which had lasted about five minutes--"Premium?--Not a pice, sir--not a courie--not a farthing--premium for a Bank of England bill?--d"ye take me for a fool, sir?--do not I know that you call forty days par when you give remittances to London?"
Mr. Bindloose was here heard to mutter something indistinctly about the custom of the trade.
"Custom!" retorted the stranger, "no such thing--d.a.m.n"d bad custom, if it is one--don"t tell me of customs--"Sbodikins, man, I know the rate of exchange all over the world, and have drawn bills from Timbuctoo--My friends in the Strand filed it along with Bruce"s from Gondar--talk to me of premium on a Bank of England post-bill!--What d"ye look at the bill for?--D"ye think it doubtful--I can change it."
"By no means necessary," answered Bindloose, "the bill is quite right; but it is usual to indorse, sir."
"Certainly--reach me a pen--d"ye think I can write with my rattan?--What sort of ink is this?--yellow as curry sauce--never mind--there is my name--Peregrine Touchwood--I got it from the Willoughbies, my Christian name--Have I my full change here?"
"Your full change, sir," answered Bindloose.
"Why, you should give _me_ a premium, friend, instead of me giving you one."
"It is out of our way, I a.s.sure you, sir," said the Banker, "quite out of our way--but if you would step into the parlour and take a cup of tea"----
"Why, ay," said the stranger, his voice sounding more distinctly as (talking all the while, and ushered along by Mr. Bindloose) he left the office and moved towards the parlour, "a cup of tea were no such bad thing, if one could come by it genuine--but as for your premium"----So saying, he entered the parlour and made his bow to Mrs. Dods, who, seeing what she called a decent, purpose-like body, and aware that his pocket was replenished with English and Scottish paper currency, returned the compliment with her best curtsy.
Mr. Touchwood, when surveyed more at leisure, was a short, stout, active man, who, though sixty years of age and upwards, retained in his sinews and frame the elasticity of an earlier period. His countenance expressed self-confidence, and something like a contempt for those who had neither seen nor endured so much as he had himself. His short black hair was mingled with grey, but not entirely whitened by it. His eyes were jet-black, deep-set, small, and sparkling, and contributed, with a short turned-up nose, to express an irritable and choleric habit. His complexion was burnt to a brick-colour by the vicissitudes of climate, to which it had been subjected; and his face, which at the distance of a yard or two seemed hale and smooth, appeared, when closely examined, to be seamed with a million of wrinkles, crossing each other in every direction possible, but as fine as if drawn by the point of a very small needle.[I-20] His dress was a blue coat and buff waistcoat, half boots remarkably well blacked, and a silk handkerchief tied with military precision. The only antiquated part of his dress was a c.o.c.ked hat of equilateral dimensions, in the b.u.t.ton-hole of which he wore a very small c.o.c.kade. Mrs. Dods, accustomed to judge of persons by their first appearance, said, that in the three steps which he made from the door to the tea-table, she recognised, without the possibility of mistake, the gait of a person who was well to pa.s.s in the world; "and that," she added with a wink, "is what we victuallers are seldom deceived in. If a gold-laced waistcoat has an empty pouch, the plain swan"s-down will be the brawer of the twa."
"A drizzling morning, good madam," said Mr. Touchwood, as with a view of sounding what sort of company he had got into.
"A fine saft morning for the c.r.a.p, sir," answered Mrs. Dods, with equal solemnity.
"Right, my good madam; _soft_ is the very word, though it has been some time since I heard it. I have cast a double hank about the round world since I last heard of a soft[I-21] morning."