"Then what have you got to conceal? Tell me where it is, and----"
"Not me! If it"s "is child, and "e wants it, let "im py for it, and interest ep ter dite. Them swells is too fond of gettin" parsons to pull their chestnuts out o" the fire."
"If you suppose I am here in the interests of the father, you are mistaken, I do a.s.sure you."
"Ow, you do, do yer?"
Matters had reached this pa.s.s when the door opened and Mr. Jupe came in.
Off went his hat with a respectful salutation, but seeing the cloud on his wife"s face, he abridged his greeting. The woman"s ap.r.o.n was at her eyes in an instant.
"Wot"s gowin" on?" he asked. John Storm tried to explain, but the woman contented herself with crying.
"Well, it"s like this, don"cher see, Father. My missis is that fond of childring, and it brikes "er "eart----"
Was the man a fool or a hypocrite?
"Mr. Jupe," said John, rising, "I"m afraid your wife has been carrying on an improper and illegal business."
"Now stou thet, sir," said the man, wagging his head. "I respects the Reverend Jawn Storm a good deal, but I respects Mrs. Lidjer Jupe a good deal more, and when it comes to improper and illegal bizniss----"
"Down"t mind "im, "Enery," said the wife, now weeping audibly.
"And down"t you tyke on so, Lidjer," said the husband, and they looked as if they were about to embrace.
John Storm could stand no more. Going down the court he was thinking with a pang of Glory--that she had lived months in the atmosphere of that impostor--when somebody touched his arm in the darkness. It was the girl. She was still crying.
"I reckerlec" seeing you in Crook Lane, sir, the day we christened my byeby, and I waited, thinking p"raps you could help me."
"Come this way," said John, and walking by his side along the blank wall of Lincoln"s Inn Fields, the girl told her story. She lived in one room of the clergy-house at the back of his church. Having to earn her living, she had answered an advertis.e.m.e.nt in a Sunday paper, and Mrs.
Jupe had taken her baby to nurse. It was true she had given up all claim to the child, but she could not help going to see it--the little one"s ways were so engaging. Then she found that Mrs. Jupe had let it out to somebody else. Only for her "friend" she might never have heard of it again. He had found it by accident at a house in Westminster. It was a fearful place, where men went for gambling. The man who kept it had just been released from eighteen months" imprisonment, and the wife had taken to nursing while the husband was in prison. She was a frightful woman, and he was a shocking man, and "they knocked the children about cruel."
The neighbours heard screams and slaps and moans, and they were always crying "Shame!" She had wanted to take her own baby away, but the woman would not give it up because there were three weeks" board owing, and she could not pay.
"Could you take me to this house, my child?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then come round to the church after service to-morrow night."
The girl"s tearful face glistened like April sunshine.
"And will you help me to get my little girl? Oh, how good you are!
Everybody is saying what a Father it is that"s come to----" She stopped, then said quite soberly: "I"ll get somebody to lend me a shawl to bring "er "ome in. People say they p.a.w.n everything, and perhaps the beautiful white perlice I bought for "er ... Oh, I"ll never let "er out of my sight again, never!"
"What is your name, my girl?"
"Agatha Jones," the girl answered.
It was nearly eleven o"clock on Sunday night before they were ready to start on their errand. Meantime Aggie had done two turns at the foreign clubs, and John Storm had led a procession through Crown Street and been hit by a missile thrown by a "Skeleton," whom he declined to give in charge. At the corner of the alley he stopped to ask Mrs. Pincher to wait up for him, and the girl"s large eyes caught sight of the patch of plaster above his temple.
"Are you sure you want to go, sir?" she said.
"There"s no time to lose," he answered. The bloodhound was with him; he had sent home for it since the attempted riot.
As they walked toward Westminster she told him where she had been, and what money she had earned. It was ten shillings, and that would buy so many things for baby.
"To-morrow I"ll get a cot for her--one of those wicker ones; iron is so expensive. She"ll want a pair o" socks too, and by-and-bye she"ll "ave to be shortened."
John Storm was thinking of Glory. He seemed to be retreading the steps of her life in London. The dog kept close at his heels.
"She"ll "a bin a month away now, a month to-morrow. I wonder if she"s grow"d much--I wonder! It"s wrong of people letting their childring go away from them. I"ll never go out at nights again--not if I "ave to tyke in sewin" for the slop shops. See this?" laughing nervously and showing a shawl that hung on her arm. "It"s to bring "er "ome in--the nights is so chill for a byeby."
John"s heart was heavy at sight of these little preparations, but the young mother"s face was radiant.
As they went by the Abbey, under its forest of scaffolding, and, walking toward Millbank, dipped into the slums, that lie in the shadow of the dark prison, they pa.s.sed soldiers from the neighbouring barracks going arm-in-arm with girls, and this made Aggie talk of her "friend," and cry a little, saying it was a week since she had seen him, and she was afraid he must have "listed. She knew he was rude to people sometimes, and she asked pardon for him, but he wasn"t such a bad boy, after all, and he never knocked you about except when he was drinking.
The house they were going to was in Angel Court, and having its door only to the front, it was partly sheltered from observation. A group of women with their ap.r.o.ns over their heads stood talking in whispers at the corner. One of them recognised Aggie and asked if she had got her child yet, whereupon John stopped and made some inquiries. The goings-on at the house were scandalous. The men who went to it were the lowest of the low, and there was scarcely one of them who hadn"t "done time." The man"s name was Sharkey, and his wife was as bad as he was. She insured the children at seven pounds apiece, and "Lawd love ye, sir, at that price the poor things is worth more dead nor alive!"
Aggie"s face was becoming white, and she was touching John Storm"s elbow as if pleading with him to come away, but he asked further questions.
Yes, there were several children. A twelve-months" baby, a boy, was fretful with his teething, and on Sunday nights, when the woman was wanted downstairs, she just put the poor darling to bed and locked the room. If you lived next door, you could hear his crying through the wall.
"Agatha," said John, as they stepped up to the door, "get us both into this house as best you can, then leave the rest to me.--Don, lie close!"
Aggie tapped at the door. A little slide in it was run back and a voice said, "Who"s there?"
"Aggie," the girl answered.
"Who"s that with you?"
"A friend of Charlie"s," and then the door was opened.
John crossed the threshold first, the dog followed him, the girl entered last. When the door had closed behind them, the doorkeeper, a young man holding a candle in his hand, was staring at John with his whole face open.
"Hush! Not a word!--Don, watch that man!"
The young man looked at the dog and turned pale.
"Where is Mrs. Sharkey?"
"Downstairs, sir."
There were sounds of men"s voices from below, and from above there came the convulsive sobs of a child, deadened as by a door between.
"Give me your candle."
The man gave it.
"Don"t speak or stir, or else----"
John glanced at the dog, and the man trembled.