"No; I gave her money in notes,--just fifty pounds. When I gave it her, I thought I gave it all; and yet afterwards I thought I remembered that in my illness I had found the cheque with the dean"s money. But it was not so."
"You are sure of that?"
"He has said that he put five notes of 10 each into the cover, and such notes I certainly gave to my wife."
"Where then did you get the cheque?" Mr. Crawley again paused before he answered. "Surely, if you will exert your mind, you will remember," said the lawyer. "Where did you get the cheque?"
"I do not know."
Mr. Toogood threw himself back in his chair, took his knee up into his lap to nurse it, and began to think of it. He sat thinking of it for some minutes without a word,--perhaps for five minutes, though the time seemed to be much longer to Mr. Crawley, who was, however, determined that he would not interrupt him. And Mr. Toogood"s thoughts were at variance with Mr. Toogood"s former words. Perhaps, after all, this scheme of Mr. Crawley"s,--or rather the mode of defence on which he had resolved without any scheme,--might be the best of which the case admitted. It might be well that he should go into court without a lawyer. "He has convinced me of his innocence,"
Mr. Toogood said to himself, "and why should he not convince a jury? He has convinced me, not because I am specially soft, or because I love the man,--for as to that I dislike him rather than otherwise;--but because there is either real truth in his words, or else so well-feigned a show of truth that no jury can tell the difference. I think it is true. By George, I think he did get the twenty pounds honestly, and that he does not this moment know where he got it. He may have put his finger into my eye; but, if so, why not also into the eyes of a jury?" Then he released his leg, and spoke something of his thoughts aloud. "It"s a sad story," he said; "a very sad story."
"Well, yes, it"s sad enough. If you could see my house, you"d say so."
"I haven"t a doubt but what you"re as innocent as I am." Mr. Toogood, as he said this, felt a little twinge of conscience. He did believe Mr. Crawley to be innocent, but he was not so sure of it as his words would seem to imply. Nevertheless he repeated the words again;--"as innocent as I am."
"I don"t know," said Mr. Crawley. "I don"t know. I think I am; but I don"t know."
"I believe you are. But you see the case is a very distressing one.
A jury has a right to say that the man in possession of a cheque for twenty pounds should account for his possession of it. If I understand the story aright, Mr. Soames will be able to prove that he brought the cheque into your house, and, as far as he knows, never took it out again."
"I suppose so; all the same, if he brought it in, then did he also take it out again."
"I am saying what he will prove,--or, in other words, what he will state upon oath. You can"t contradict him. You can"t get into the box to do it,--even if that would be of any avail; and I am glad that you cannot, as it would be of no avail. And you can put no one else into the box who can do so."
"No; no."
"That is to say, we think you cannot do so. People can do so many things that they don"t think they can do; and can"t do so many things that they think that they can do! When will the dean be home?"
"I don"t know."
"Before the trial?"
"I don"t know. I have no idea."
"It"s almost a toss-up whether he"d do more harm or good if he were there."
"I wish he might be there if he has anything to say, whether it might be for harm or good."
"And Mrs. Arabin;--she is with him?"
"They tell me she is not. She is in Europe. He is in Palestine."
"In Palestine, is he?"
"So they tell me. A dean can go where he likes. He has no cure of souls to stand in the way of his pleasures."
"He hasn"t,--hasn"t he? I wish I were a dean; that is, if I were not a lawyer. Might I write a line to the dean,--and to Mrs. Dean, if it seemed fit? You wouldn"t mind that? As you have come to see your cousin at last,--and very glad I am that you have,--you must leave him a little discretion. I won"t say anything I oughtn"t to say." Mr.
Crawley opposed this scheme for some time, but at last consented to the proposition. "And I"ll tell you what, Mr. Crawley; I am very fond of cathedrals, I am indeed; and I have long wanted to see Barchester.
There"s a very fine what-you-may-call-em; isn"t there? Well; I"ll just run down at the a.s.sizes. We have nothing to do in London when the judges are in the country,--of course." Mr. Toogood looked into Mr. Crawley"s eyes as he said this, to see if his iniquity were detected, but the perpetual curate was altogether innocent in these matters. "Yes; I"ll just run down for a mouthful of fresh air. Of course I shan"t open my mouth in court. But I might say one word to the dean, if he"s there;--and one word to Mr. Soames. Who is conducting the prosecution?" Mr. Crawley said that Mr. Walker was doing so. "Walker, Walker, Walker? oh,--yes; Walker and Winthrop, isn"t it? A decent sort of man, I suppose?"
"I have heard nothing to his discredit, Mr. Toogood."
"And that"s saying a great deal for a lawyer. Well, Mr. Crawley, if nothing else comes out between this and that,--nothing, that is, that shall clear your memory about that unfortunate bit of paper, you must simply tell your story to the jury as you"ve told it to me. I don"t think any twelve men in England would convict you;--I don"t indeed."
"You think they would not?"
"Of course I"ve only heard one side, Mr. Crawley."
"No,--no,--no, that is true."
"But judging as well as I can judge from one side, I don"t think a jury can convict you. At any rate I"ll see you at Barchester, and I"ll write a line or two before the trial, just to find out anything that can be found out. And you"re sure you won"t come and take a bit of mutton with us in the Square? The girls would be delighted to see you, and so would Maria." Mr. Crawley said that he was quite sure he could not do that, and then having tendered reiterated thanks to his new friend in words which were touching in spite of their old-fashioned gravity, he took his leave, and walked back again to the public-house at Paddington.
He returned home to Hogglestock on the same afternoon, reaching that place at nine in the evening. During the whole of the day after leaving Raymond"s Buildings he was thinking of the lawyer, and of the words which the lawyer had spoken. Although he had been disposed to quarrel with Mr. Toogood on many points, although he had been more than once disgusted by the attorney"s bad taste, shocked by his low morality, and almost insulted by his easy familiarity, still, when the interview was over, he liked the attorney. When first Mr. Toogood had begun to talk, he regretted very much that he had subjected himself to the necessity of discussing his private affairs with such a windbag of a man; but when he left the chamber he trusted Mr.
Toogood altogether, and was very glad that he had sought his aid. He was tired and exhausted when he reached home, as he had eaten nothing but a biscuit or two since his breakfast; but his wife got him food and tea, and then asked him as to his success. "Was my cousin kind to you?"
"Very kind,--more than kind,--perhaps somewhat too pressing in his kindness. But I find no fault. G.o.d forbid that I should. He is, I think, a good man, and certainly has been good to me."
"And what is to be done?"
"He will write to the dean."
"I am glad of that."
"And he will be at Barchester."
"Thank G.o.d for that."
"But not as my lawyer."
"Nevertheless, I thank G.o.d that some one will be there who will know how to give you a.s.sistance and advice."
CHAPTER x.x.xIII.
THE PLUMSTEAD FOXES.
The letters had been brought into the breakfast-parlour at Plumstead Rectory one morning, and the archdeacon had inspected them all, and then thrown over to his wife her share of the spoil,--as was the custom of the house. As to most of Mrs. Grantly"s letters, he never made any further inquiry. To letters from her sister, the dean"s wife, he was profoundly indifferent, and rarely made any inquiry as to those which were directed in writing with which he was not familiar. But there were others as to which, as Mrs. Grantly knew, he would be sure to ask her questions if she did not show them. No note ever reached her from Lady Hartletop as to which he was not curious, and yet Lady Hartletop"s notes very seldom contained much that was of interest. Now, on this morning, there came a letter which, as a matter of course, Mrs. Grantly read at breakfast, and which, she knew, would not be allowed to disappear without inquiry. Nor, indeed, did she wish to keep the letter from her husband. It was too important to be so treated. But she would have been glad to gain time to think in what spirit she would discuss the contents of the letter,--if only such time might be allowed to her. But the archdeacon would allow her no time. "What does Henry say, my dear?"
he asked, before the breakfast things had been taken away.
"What does he say? Well; he says--. I"ll give you his letter to read by-and-by."
"And why not now?"
"I thought I"d read it again myself, first."