"How does it concern me, indeed! how grand we are! How does it concern my nephew, I wonder? How does it concern my nephew"s seat in Parlyment: and to subornation of bigamy? How does it concern that? What, are you to be the only man to have a secret, and to trade on it? Why shouldn"t I go halves, Major Pendennis? I"ve found it out too. Look here! I ain"t goin"
to be unreasonable with you. Make it worth my while, and I"ll keep the thing close. Let Mr. Arthur take his seat, and his rich wife, if you like; I don"t want to marry her. But I will have my share, as sure as my name"s James Morgan. And if I don"t----"
"And if you don"t, sir--what?" Pendennis asked.
"If I don"t, I split, and tell all. I smash Clavering, and have him and his wife up for bigamy--so help me, I will! I smash young Hopeful"s marriage, and I show up you and him as makin" use of this secret, in order to squeeze a seat in Parlyment out of Sir Francis, and a fortune out of his wife."
"Mr. Pendennis knows no more of this business than the babe unborn, sir," cried the Major, aghast. "No more than Lady Clavering, than Miss Amory does."
"Tell that to the marines, Major," replied the valet; "that c.o.c.k won"t fight with me."
"Do you doubt my word, you villain?"
"No bad language. I don"t care one twopence"a"p"ny whether your word"s true or not. I tell you, I intend this to be a nice little annuity to me, Major: for I have every one of you; and I ain"t such a fool as to let you go. I should say that you might make it five hundred a year to me among you, easy. Pay me down the first quarter now and I"m as mum as a mouse. Just give a note for one twenty-five. There"s your cheque-book on your desk."
"And there"s this too, you villain," cried the old gentleman. In the desk to which the valet pointed was a little double-barrelled pistol, which had belonged to Pendennis"s old patron; the Indian commander-in-chief, and which had accompanied him in many a campaign.
"One more word, you scoundrel and I"ll shoot you, like a mad dog.
Stop--by Jove, I"ll do it now. You"ll a.s.sault me, will you? You"ll strike at an old man, will you, you lying coward? Kneel down and say your prayers, sir, for by the Lord you shall die."
The Major"s face glared with rage at his adversary, who looked terrified before him for a moment, and at the next, with a shriek of "Murder!"
sprang towards the open window, under which a policeman happened to be on his beat. "Murder! Police!" bellowed Mr. Morgan.
To his surprise, Major Pendennis wheeled away the table and walked to the other window, which was also open. He beckoned the policeman. "Come up here, policeman," he said, and then went and placed himself against the door.
"You miserable sneak," he said to Morgan; "the pistol hasn"t been loaded these fifteen years, as you would have known very well, if you had not been such a coward. That policeman is coming, and I will have him up, and have your trunks searched; I have reason to believe that you are a thief, sir. I know you are. I"ll swear to the things."
"You gave "em to me--you gave "em to me!" cried Morgan.
The Major laughed. "We"ll see," he said; and the guilty valet remembered some fine lawn-fronted shirts--a certain gold-headed cane--an opera-gla.s.s, which he had forgotten to bring down, and of which he had a.s.sumed the use along with certain articles of his master"s clothes, which the old dandy neither wore nor asked for.
Policeman X entered; followed by the seared Mrs. Brixham and her maid-of-all-work, who had been at the door and found some difficulty in closing it against the street amateurs, who wished to see the row. The Major began instantly to speak.
"I have had occasion to discharge this drunken scoundrel," he said.
"Both last night and this morning he insulted and a.s.saulted me. I am an old man and took up a pistol. You see it is not loaded, and this coward cried out before he was hurt. I am glad you are come. I was charging him with taking my property, and desired to examine his trunks and his room."
"The velvet cloak you ain"t worn these three years, nor the weskits, and I thought I might take the shirts, and I--I take my hoath I intended to put back the hopera-gla.s.s," roared Morgan, writhing with rage and terror.
"The man acknowledges that he is a thief," the Major said, calmly. "He has been in my service for years, and I have treated him with every kindness and confidence. We will go upstairs and examine his trunks."
In those trunks Mr. Morgan had things which he would fain keep from public eyes. Mr. Morgan, the bill-discounter, gave goods as well as money to his customers. He provided young spendthrifts with snuff boxes and pins and jewels and pictures and cigars, and of a very doubtful quality those cigars and jewels and pictures were. Their display at a police-office, the discovery of his occult profession, and the exposure of the Major"s property, which he had appropriated, indeed, rather than stolen,--would not have added to the reputation of Mr. Morgan. He looked a piteous image of terror and discomfiture.
"He"ll smash me, will he?" thought the Major. "I"ll crush him now, and finish with him."
But he paused. He looked at poor Mrs. Brixham"s scared face; and he thought for a moment to himself that the man brought to bay and in prison might make disclosures which had best be kept secret, and that it was best not to deal too fiercely with a desperate man.
"Stop," he said, "policeman. I"ll speak with this man by himself."
"Do you give Mr. Morgan in charge?" said the policeman.
"I have brought no charge as yet," the Major said, with a significant look at his man.
"Thank you, sir," whispered Morgan, very low.
"Go outside the door, and wait there, policeman, if you please.--Now, Morgan, you have played one game with me, and you have not had the best of it, my good man. No, begad, you"ve not had the best of it, though you had the best hand; and you"ve got to pay, too, now, you scoundrel."
"Yes, sir," said the man.
"I"ve only found out, within the last week, the game which you have been driving, you villain. Young De Boots, of the Blues, recognised you as the man who came to barracks, and did business one-third in money, one-third in eau-de-Cologne, and one-third in French prints, you confounded demure old sinner! I didn"t miss anything, or care a straw what you"d taken, you b.o.o.by; but I took the shot, and it hit--hit the bull"s-eye, begad. Dammy, six, I"m an old campaigner."
"What do you want with me, sir?"
"I"ll tell you. Your bills, I suppose, you keep about you in that dem"d great leather pocket-book, don"t you? You"ll burn Mrs. Brixham"s bill?"
"Sir, I ain"t a-goin" to part with my property," growled the man.
"You lent her sixty pounds five years ago. She and that poor devil of an insurance clerk, her son, have paid you fifty pounds a year ever since; and you have got a bill of sale of her furniture, and her note of hand for a hundred and fifty pounds. She told me so last night. By Jove, sir, you"ve bled that poor woman enough."
"I won"t give it up," said Morgan; "If I do I"m----"
"Policeman!" cried the Major.
"You shall have the bill," said Morgan. "You"re not going to take money of me, and you a gentleman?"
"I shall want you directly," said the Major to X, who here entered, and who again withdrew.
"No, my good sir," the old gentleman continued; "I have not any desire to have further pecuniary transactions with you; but we will draw out a little paper, which you will have the kindness to sign. No, stop!--you shall write it: you have improved immensely in writing of late, and have now a very good hand. You shall sit down and write, if you please--there, at that table--so--let me see--we may as well have the date. Write "Bury Street, St. James"s, October 21, 18--.""
And Mr. Morgan wrote as he was instructed, and as the pitiless old Major continued:--
""I, James Morgan, having come in extreme poverty into the service of Arthur Pendennis, Esquire, of Bury Street, St. James"s, a Major in her Majesty"s service, acknowledge that I received liberal wages and board wages from my employer, during fifteen years."--You can"t object to that, I am sure," said the Major.
"During fifteen years," wrote Morgan.
""In which time, by my own care and prudence,"" the dictator resumed, ""I have managed to ama.s.s sufficient money to purchase the house in which my master resides, and, besides, to effect other savings. Amongst other persons from whom I have had money, I may mention my present tenant, Mrs. Brixham, who, in consideration of sixty pounds advanced by me five years since, has paid back to me the sum of two hundred and fifty pounds sterling, besides giving me a note of hand for one hundred and twenty pounds, which I restore to her at the desire of my late master, Major Arthur Pendennis, and therewith free her furniture, of which I had a bill of sale."--Have you written?"
"I think if this pistol was loaded, I"d blow your brains out," said Morgan.
"No, you wouldn"t. You have too great a respect for your valuable life, my good man," the Major answered. "Let us go on and begin a new sentence.
""And having, in return for my master"s kindness, stolen his property from him, which I acknowledge to be now upstairs in my trunks; and having uttered falsehoods regarding his and other honourable families, I do hereby, in consideration of his clemency to me, express my regret for uttering these falsehoods, and for stealing his property; and declare that I am not worthy of belief, and that I hope"--yes, begad--"that I hope to amend for the future. Signed, James Morgan.""
"I"m d----d if I sign it," said Morgan.
"My good man, it will happen to you, whether you sign or no, begad,"
said the old fellow, chuckling at his own wit "There, I shall not use this, you understand, unless--unless I am compelled to do so. Mrs.
Brixham, and our friend the policeman, will witness it, I dare say, without reading it: and I will give the old lady back her note of hand, and say, which you will confirm, that she and you are quits. I see there is Frosch come back with the cab for my trunks; I shall go to an hotel.--You may come in now, policeman; Mr. Morgan and I have arranged our little dispute. If Mrs. Brixham will sign this paper, and you, policeman, will do so, I shall be very much obliged to you both. Mrs.
Brixham, you and your worthy landlord, Mr. Morgan, are quits. I wish you joy of him. Let Frosch come and pack the rest of the things."
Frosch, aided by the Slavey, under the calm superintendence of Mr.