"What a stout person "e are," said Mrs. Sampson to herself, as the detective walked away, "just like my late father, who was allays fleshy, bein" a great eater, and fond of "is gla.s.s, but I took arter my mother"s family, they bein" thin-like, and proud of keeping "emselves so, as the vinegar they drank could testify, not that I indulge in it myself."
She shut the door, and went upstairs to take away the breakfast things, while Gorby was being driven along at a good pace to the police office, to obtain a warrant for Brian"s arrest, on a charge of wilful murder.
CHAPTER X.
IN THE QUEEN"S NAME.
It was a broiling hot day--one of those cloudless days, with the blazing sun beating down on the arid streets, and casting deep, black shadows--a real Australian December day dropped by mistake of the clerk of the weather into the middle of August. The previous week having been really chilly, it was all the more welcome.
It was Sat.u.r.day morning, and fashionable Melbourne was "doing the Block." Collins Street is to the Southern city what Bond Street and the Row are to London, and the Boulevards to Paris.
It is on the Block that people show off their new dresses, bow to their friends, cut their enemies, and chatter small talk. The same thing no doubt occurred in the Appian Way, the fashionable street of Imperial Rome, when Catullus talked gay nonsense to Lesbia, and Horace received the congratulations of his friends over his new volume of society verses. History repeats itself, and every city is bound by all the laws of civilisation to have one special street, wherein the votaries of fashion can congregate.
Collins Street is not, of course, such a grand thoroughfare as those above mentioned, but the people who stroll up and down the broad pavement are quite as charmingly dressed, and as pleasant as any of the peripatetics of those famous cities. As the sun brings out bright flowers, so the seductive influence of the hot weather had brought out all the ladies in gay dresses of innumerable colours, which made the long street look like a restless rainbow.
Carriages were bowling smoothly along, their occupants smiling and bowing as they recognised their friends on the side walk. Lawyers, their legal quibbles finished for the week, were strolling leisurely with their black bags in their hands; portly merchants, forgetting Flinder"s Lane and incoming ships, walked beside their pretty daughters; and the representatives of swelldom were stalking along in their customary apparel of curly brimmed hats, high collars, and immaculate suits. Altogether, it was a pleasant and animated scene, which would have delighted the heart of anyone who was not dyspeptic, or in love--dyspeptic people and lovers (disappointed ones, of course) being wont to survey the world in a cynical vein.
Madge Frettlby was engaged in that occupation so dear to every female heart--shopping. She was in Moubray, Rowan, and Hicks", turning over ribbons and laces, while the faithful Brian waited for her outside, and amused himself by looking at the human stream which flowed along the pavement.
He disliked shopping quite as much as the majority of his s.e.x, and though as a lover he felt a certain amount of self-abnegation to be becoming in him, it was difficult to drive away the thoughts of his pleasant club, where he could be reading and smoking, with, perchance, something cooling in a gla.s.s beside him.
However, after she had purchased a dozen or more articles she did not want, Madge remembered that Brian was waiting for her, and hurried to the door.
"I haven"t been many minutes, have I, dear?" she said, touching him lightly on the arm.
"Oh, dear no," answered Brian, looking at his watch, "only thirty--a mere nothing, considering a new dress was being discussed."
"I thought I had been longer," said Madge, her brow clearing; "but still I am sure you feel a martyr."
"Not at all," replied Fitzgerald, handing her into the carriage; "I enjoyed myself very much."
"Nonsense," she laughed, opening her sunshade, while Brian took his seat beside her; "that"s one of those social stories--which every one considers themselves bound to tell from a sense of duty. I"m afraid I did keep you waiting--though, after all," she went on, with a true feminine idea as to the flight of time, "I was only a few minutes."
"And the rest," said Brian, quizzically looking at her pretty face, so charmingly flushed under her great white hat.
Madge disdained to notice this interruption.
"James," she cried to the coachman, "drive to the Melbourne Club. Papa will be there, you know," she said to Brian, "and we"ll take him off to have tea with us."
"But it"s only one o"clock," said Brian, as the Town Hall clock came in sight. "Mrs. Sampson won"t be ready."
"Oh, anything will do," replied Madge, "a cup of tea and some thin bread and b.u.t.ter isn"t hard to prepare. I don"t feel like lunch, and papa eats so little in the middle of the day, and you--"
"Eat a great deal at all times," finished Brian with a laugh.
Madge went on chattering in her usual lively manner, and Brian listened to her with delight. Her pleasant talk drove away the evil spirit which had been with him for the last three weeks. Suddenly Madge made an observation as they were pa.s.sing the Burke and Wills" monument, which startled him.
"Isn"t that the place where Mr Whyte got into the cab?" she asked, looking at the corner near the Scotch Church, where a vagrant of musical tendencies was playing "Just before the Battle, Mother," on a battered old concertina.
"So the papers say," answered Brian, listlessly, without turning his head.
"I wonder who the gentleman in the light coat could have been," said Madge, as she settled herself again.
"No one seems to know," he replied evasively.
"Ah, but they have a clue," she said. "Do you know, Brian," she went on, "that he was dressed just like you in a light overcoat and soft hat?"
"How remarkable," said Fitzgerald, speaking in a slightly sarcastic tone, and as calmly as he was able. "He was dressed in the same manner as nine out of every ten young fellows in Melbourne."
Madge looked at him in surprise at the tone in which he spoke, so different from his usual nonchalant way of speaking. She was about to answer when the carriage stopped at the door of the Melbourne Club.
Brian, anxious to escape any more remarks about the murder, sprang quickly out, and ran up the steps into the building. He found Mr.
Frettlby smoking complacently, and reading the AGE. As Fitzgerald entered he looked up, and putting down the paper, held out his hand, which the other took.
"Ah! Fitzgerald," he said, "have you left the attractions of Collins Street for the still greater ones of Clubland?"
"Not I," answered Brian. "I"ve come to carry you off to afternoon tea with Madge and myself."
"I don"t mind," answered Mr. Frettlby rising; "but, isn"t afternoon tea at half-past one rather an anomaly?"
"What"s in a name?" said Fitzgerald, absently, as they left the room.
"What have you been doing all morning?"
"I"ve been in here for the last half-hour reading," answered the other, carelessly.
"Wool market, I suppose?"
"No, the hansom cab murder."
"Oh, d---- that thing!" said Brian, hastily; then, seeing his companion looking at him in surprise, he apologised. "But, indeed," he went on, "I"m nearly worried to death by people asking about Whyte, as if I knew all about him, whereas I know nothing."
"Just as well you don"t," answered Mr. Frettlby, as they descended the steps together; "he was not a very desirable companion."
It was on the tip of Brian"s tongue to say, "And yet you wanted him to marry your daughter," but he wisely refrained, and they reached the carriage in silence.
"Now then, papa," said Madge, when they were all settled in the carriage, and it was rolling along smoothly in the direction of East Melbourne, "what have you been doing?"
"Enjoying myself," answered her father, "until you and Brian came, and dragged me out into this blazing sunshine."
"Well, Brian has been so good of late," said Madge, "that I had to reward him, so I knew that nothing would please him better than to play host."
"Certainly," said Brian, rousing himself out of a fit of abstraction, "especially when one has such charming visitors."
Madge laughed at this, and made a little grimace.