"You lea" me alone," said Caddles, facing the breathless crowd. "I ain"t done anything to you." At that time he was unarmed, for he had left his chalk chopper in Regent"s Park. But now, poor wretch, he seems to have felt the need of some weapon. He turned back towards the goods yard of the Great Western Railway, wrenched up the standard of a tall arc light, a formidable mace for him, and flung it over his shoulder. And finding the police still turning up to pester him, he went back along the Edgware Road, towards Cricklewood, and struck off sullenly to the north.
He wandered as far as Waltham, and then turned back westward and then again towards London, and came by the cemeteries and over the crest of Highgate about midday into view of the greatness of the city again. He turned aside and sat down in a garden, with his back to a house that overlooked all London. He was breathless, and his face was lowering, and now the people no longer crowded upon him as they had done when first he came to London, but lurked in the adjacent garden, and peeped from cautious securities. They knew by now the thing was grimmer than they had thought. "Why can"t they lea" me alone?" growled young Caddles. "I _mus"_ eat. Why can"t they lea" me alone?"
He sat with a darkling face, gnawing at his knuckles and looking down over London. All the fatigue, worry, perplexity, and impotent wrath of his wanderings was coming to a head in him. "They mean nothing," he whispered. "They mean nothing. And they _won"t_ let me alone, and they _will_ get in my way." And again, over and over to himself, "Meanin"
nothing.
"Ugh! the little people!"
He bit harder at his knuckles and his scowl deepened. "Cuttin" chalk for "em," he whispered. "And all the world is theirs! _I_ don"t come in--nowhere."
Presently with a spasm of sick anger he saw the now familiar form of a policeman astride the garden wall.
"Lea" me alone," grunted the giant. "Lea" me alone."
"I got to do my duty," said the little policeman, with a face that was white and resolute.
"You lea" me alone. I got to live as well as you. I got to think. I got to eat. You lea" me alone."
"It"s the Law," said the little policeman, coming no further. "We never made the Law."
"Nor me," said young Caddles. "You little people made all that before I was born. You and your Law! What I must and what I mustn"t! No food for me to eat unless I work a slave, no rest, no shelter, nothin", and you tell me--"
"I ain"t got no business with that," said the policeman. "I"m not one to argue. All I got to do is to carry out the Law." And he brought his second leg over the wall and seemed disposed to get down. Other policemen appeared behind him.
"I got no quarrel with _you_--mind," said young Caddles, with his grip tight upon his huge mace of iron, his face pale, and a lank explanatory great finger to the policeman. "I got no quarrel with you. But--_You lea" me alone."_
The policeman tried to be calm and commonplace, with a monstrous tragedy clear before his eyes. "Give me the proclamation," he said to some unseen follower, and a little white paper was handed to him.
"Lea" me alone," said Caddles, scowling, tense, and drawn together.
"This means," said the policeman before he read, "go "ome. Go "ome to your chalk pit. If not, you"ll be hurt."
Caddles gave an inarticulate growl.
Then when the proclamation had been read, the officer made a sign. Four men with rifles came into view and took up positions of affected ease along the wall. They wore the uniform of the rat police. At the sight of the guns, young Caddles blazed into anger. He remembered the sting of the Wreckstone farmers" shot guns. "You going to shoot off those at me?"
he said, pointing, and it seemed to the officer he must be afraid.
"If you don"t march back to your pit--"
Then in an instant the officer had slung himself back over the wall, and sixty feet above him the great electric standard whirled down to his death. Bang, bang, bang, went the heavy guns, and smash! the shattered wall, the soil and subsoil of the garden flew. Something flew with it, that left red drops on one of the shooter"s hands. The riflemen dodged this way and that and turned valiantly to fire again. But young Caddles, already shot twice through the body, had spun about to find who it was had hit him so heavily in the back. Bang! Bang! He had a vision of houses and greenhouses and gardens, of people dodging at windows, the whole swaying fearfully and mysteriously. He seems to have made three stumbling strides, to have raised and dropped his huge mace, and to have clutched his chest. He was stung and wrenched by pain.
What was this, warm and wet, on his hand?
One man peering from a bedroom window saw his face, saw him staring, with a grimace of weeping dismay, at the blood upon his hand, and then his knees bent under him, and he came crashing to the earth, the first of the giant nettles to fall to Caterham"s resolute clutch, the very last that he had reckoned would come into his hand.
CHAPTER THE FOURTH.
REDWOOD"S TWO DAYS.
I.
So soon as Caterham knew the moment for grasping his nettle had come, he took the law into his own hands and sent to arrest Cossar and Redwood.
Redwood was there for the taking. He had been undergoing an operation in the side, and the doctors had kept all disturbing things from him until his convalescence was a.s.sured. Now they had released him. He was just out of bed, sitting in a fire-warmed room, with a heap of newspapers about him, reading for the first time of the agitation that had swept the country into the hands of Caterham, and of the trouble that was darkening over the Princess and his son. It was in the morning of the day when young Caddles died, and when the policeman tried to stop young Redwood on his way to the Princess. The latest newspapers Redwood had did but vaguely prefigure these imminent things. He was re-reading these first adumbrations of disaster with a sinking heart, reading the shadow of death more and more perceptibly into them, reading to occupy his mind until further news should come. When the officers followed the servant into his room, he looked up eagerly.
"I thought it was an early evening paper," he said. Then standing up, and with a swift change of manner: "What"s this?"
After that Redwood had no news of anything for two days.
They had come with a vehicle to take him away, but when it became evident that he was ill, it was decided to leave him for a day or so until he could be safely removed, and his house was taken over by the police and converted into a temporary prison. It was the same house in which Giant Redwood had been born and in which Herakleophorbia had for the first time been given to a human being, and Redwood had now been a widower and had lived alone in it eight years.
He had become an iron-grey man, with a little pointed grey beard and still active brown eyes. He was slender and soft-voiced, as he had ever been, but his features had now that indefinable quality that comes of brooding over mighty things. To the arresting officer his appearance was in impressive contrast to the enormity of his offences. "Here"s this feller," said the officer in command, to his next subordinate, "has done his level best to bust up everything, and "e"s got a face like a quiet country gentleman; and here"s Judge Hangbrow keepin" everything nice and in order for every one, and "e"s got a "ead like a "og. Then their manners! One all consideration and the other snort and grunt. Which just shows you, doesn"t it, that appearances aren"t to be gone upon, whatever else you do."
But his praise of Redwood"s consideration was presently dashed. The officers found him troublesome at first until they had made it clear that it was useless for him to ask questions or beg for papers. They made a sort of inspection of his study indeed, and cleared away even the papers he had. Redwood"s voice was high and expostulatory. "But don"t you see," he said over and over again, "it"s my Son, my only Son, that is in this trouble. It isn"t the Food I care for, but my Son."
"I wish indeed I could tell you, Sir," said the officer. "But our orders are strict."
"Who gave the orders?" cried Redwood.
"Ah! _that_, Sir---" said the officer, and moved towards the door....
""E"s going up and down "is room," said the second officer, when his superior came down. "That"s all right. He"ll walk it off a bit."
"I hope "e will," said the chief officer. "The fact is I didn"t see it in that light before, but this here Giant what"s been going on with the Princess, you know, is this man"s son."
The two regarded one another and the third policeman for a s.p.a.ce.
"Then it is a bit rough on him," the third policeman said.
It became evident that Redwood had still imperfectly apprehended the fact that an iron curtain had dropped between him and the outer world.
They heard him go to the door, try the handle and rattle the lock, and then the voice of the officer who was stationed on the landing telling him it was no good to do that. Then afterwards they heard him at the windows and saw the men outside looking up. "It"s no good that way,"
said the second officer. Then Redwood began upon the bell. The senior officer went up and explained very patiently that it could do no good to ring the bell like that, and if it was rung for nothing now it might have to be disregarded presently when he had need of something. "Any reasonable attendance, Sir," the officer said. "But if you ring it just by way of protest we shall be obliged, Sir, to disconnect."
The last word the officer heard was Redwood"s high-pitched, "But at least you might tell me if my Son--"
II.
After that Redwood spent most of his time at the windows.
But the windows offered him little of the march of events outside. It was a quiet street at all times, and that day it was unusually quiet: scarcely a cab, scarcely a tradesman"s cart pa.s.sed all that morning. Now and then men went by--without any distinctive air of events--now and then a little group of children, a nursemaid and a woman going shopping, and so forth. They came on to the stage right or left, up or down the street, with an exasperating suggestion of indifference to any concerns more s.p.a.cious than their own; they would discover the police-guarded house with amazement and exit in the opposite direction, where the great trusses of a giant hydrangea hung across the pavement, staring back or pointing. Now and then a man would come and ask one of the policemen a question and get a curt reply ...
Opposite the houses seemed dead. A housemaid appeared once at a bedroom window and stared for a s.p.a.ce, and it occurred to Redwood to signal to her. For a time she watched his gestures as if with interest and made a vague response to them, then looked over her shoulder suddenly and turned and went away. An old man hobbled out of Number 37 and came down the steps and went off to the right, altogether without looking up. For ten minutes the only occupant of the road was a cat....