THE TWO ROBINS.
Arthur turned into the court without hesitation to see what The Two Robins could do for him. Four or five men were standing together round the door of the house, which was at the bottom of the court, facing the entrance from the street. The men were all listening to one other man, better dressed than the rest, who was telling his audience something, in a low voice, in which they were apparently very much interested.
On entering the pa.s.sage, Arthur was pa.s.sed by a stranger with a knapsack in his hand, who was evidently leaving the house.
"No," said the traveler with the knapsack, turning round and addressing himself cheerfully to a fat, sly-looking, bald-headed man, with a dirty white ap.r.o.n on, who had followed him down the pa.s.sage, "no, Mr.
Landlord, I am not easily scared by trifles; but I don"t mind confessing that I can"t quite stand _that_."
It occurred to young Holliday, the moment he heard these words, that the stranger had been asked an exorbitant price for a bed at The Two Robins, and that he was unable or unwilling to pay it. The moment his back was turned, Arthur, comfortably conscious of his own well-filled pockets, addressed himself in a great hurry, for fear any other benighted traveler should slip in and forestall him, to the sly-looking landlord with the dirty ap.r.o.n and the bald head.
"If you have got a bed to let," he said, "and if that gentleman who has just gone out won"t pay your price for it, I will."
The sly landlord looked hard at Arthur. "Will you, sir?" he asked, in a meditative, doubtful way.
"Name your price," said young Holliday, thinking that the landlord"s hesitation sprang from some boorish distrust of him. "Name your price, and I"ll give you the money at once, if you like."
"Are you game for five shillings?" inquired the landlord, rubbing his stubby double chin and looking up thoughtfully at the ceiling above him.
Arthur nearly laughed in the man"s face; but, thinking it prudent to control himself, offered the five shillings as seriously as he could.
The sly landlord held out his hand, then suddenly drew it back again.
"You"re acting all fair and aboveboard by me," he said, "and, before I take your money, I"ll do the same by you. Look here; this is how it stands. You can have a bed all to yourself for five shillings, but you can"t have more than a half share of the room it stands in. Do you see what I mean, young gentleman?"
"Of course I do," returned Arthur, a little irritably. "You mean that it is a double-bedded room, and that one of the beds is occupied?"
The land lord nodded his head, and rubbed his double chin harder than ever. Arthur hesitated, and mechanically moved back a step or two toward the door. The idea of sleeping in the same room with a total stranger did not present an attractive prospect to him. He felt more than half inclined to drop his five shillings into his pocket and to go out into the street once more.
"Is it yes or no?" asked the landlord. "Settle it as quick as you can, because there"s lots of people wanting a bed at Doncaster to-night besides you."
Arthur looked toward the court and heard the rain falling heavily in the street outside. He thought he would ask a question or two before he rashly decided on leaving the shelter of The Two Robins.
"What sort of man is it who has got the other bed?" he inquired. "Is he a gentleman? I mean, is he a quiet, well-behaved person?"
"The quietest man I ever came across," said the landlord, rubbing his fat hands stealthily one over the other. "As sober as a judge, and as regular as clock-work in his habits. It hasn"t struck nine, not ten minutes ago, and he"s in his bed already. I don"t know whether that comes up to your notion of a quiet man: it goes a long way ahead of mine, I can tell you."
"Is he asleep, do you think?" asked Arthur.
"I know he"s asleep," returned the landlord; "and, what"s more, he"s gone off so fast that I"ll warrant you don"t wake him. This way, sir,"
said the landlord, speaking over young Holliday"s shoulder, as if he was addressing some new guest who was approaching the house.
"Here you are," said Arthur, determined to be beforehand with the stranger, whoever he might be. "I"ll take the bed." And he handed the five shillings to the landlord, who nodded, dropped the money carelessly into his waistcoat pocket, and lighted a candle.
"Come up and see the room," said the host of The Two Robins, leading the way to the staircase quite briskly, considering how fat he was.
They mounted to the second floor of the house. The landlord half opened a door fronting the landing, then stopped, and turned round to Arthur.
"It"s a fair bargain, mind, on my side as well as on yours," he said. "You give me five shillings, and I give you in return a clean, comfortable bed; and I warrant, beforehand, that you won"t be interfered with, or annoyed in anyway, by the man who sleeps in the same room with you." Saying those words, he looked hard, for a moment, in young Holliday"s face, and then led the way into the room.
It was larger and cleaner than Arthur had expected it would be. The two beds stood parallel with each other, a s.p.a.ce of about six feet intervening between them. They were both of the same medium size, and both had the same plain white curtains, made to draw, if necessary, all round them.
The occupied bed was the bed nearest the window. The curtains were all drawn round it except the half curtain at the bottom, on the side of the bed furthest from the window. Arthur saw the feet of the sleeping man raising the scanty clothes into a sharp little eminence, as if he was lying flat on his back. He took the candle, and advanced softly to draw the curtain--stopped half way, and listened for a moment--then turned to the landlord.
"He is a very quiet sleeper," said Arthur. "Yes," said the landlord, "very quiet." Young Holliday advanced with the candle, and looked in at the man cautiously.
"How pale he is," said Arthur.
"Yes," returned the landlord, "pale enough, isn"t he?"
Arthur looked closer at the man. The bedclothes were drawn up to his chin, and they lay perfectly still over the region of his chest.
Surprised and vaguely startled as he noticed this, Arthur stooped down closer over the stranger, looked at his ashy, parted lips, listened breathlessly for an instant, looked again at the strangely still face, and the motionless lips and chest, and turned round suddenly on the landlord with his own cheeks as pale for the moment as the hollow cheeks of the man on the bed.
"Come here," he whispered, under his breath. "Come here, for G.o.d"s sake!
The man"s not asleep--he is dead."
"You have found that out sooner than I thought you would," said the landlord, composedly. "Yes, he"s dead, sure enough. He died at five o"clock to-day."
"How did he die? Who is he?" asked Arthur, staggered for the moment by the audacious coolness of the answer.
"As to who is he," rejoined the landlord, "I know no more about him than you do. There are his books, and letters, and things all sealed up in that brown paper parcel for the coroner"s inquest to open to-morrow or next day. He"s been here a week, paying his way fairly enough, and stopping indoors, for the most part, as if he was ailing. My girl brought him up his tea at five to-day, and as he was pouring of it out, he fell down in a faint, or a fit, or a compound of both, for anything I know. We couldn"t bring him to, and I said he was dead. And, the doctor couldn"t bring him to, and the doctor said he was dead. And there he is.
And the coroner"s inquest"s coming as soon as it can. And that"s as much as I know about it."
Arthur held the candle close to the man"s lips. The flame still burned straight up as steadily as ever. There was a moment of silence, and the rain pattered drearily through it against the panes of the window.
"If you haven"t got nothing more to say to me," continued the landlord, "I suppose I may go. You don"t expect your five shillings back, do you?
There"s the bed I promised you, clean and comfortable. There"s the man I warranted not to disturb you, quiet in this world forever. If you"re frightened to stop alone with him, that"s not my lookout. I"ve kept my part of the bargain, and I mean to keep the money. I"m not Yorkshire myself, young gentleman, but I"ve lived long enough in these parts to have my wits sharpened, and I shouldn"t wonder if you found out the way to brighten up yours next time you come among us."
With these words the landlord turned toward the door, and laughed to himself softly, in high satisfaction at his own sharpness.
Startled and shocked as he was, Arthur had by this time sufficiently recovered himself to feel indignant at the trick that had been played on him, and at the insolent manner in which the landlord exulted in it.
"Don"t laugh," he said sharply, "till you are quite sure you have got the laugh against me. You shan"t have the five shillings for nothing, my man. I"ll keep the bed."
"Will you?" said the landlord. "Then I wish you a good night"s rest."
With that brief farewell he went out and shut the door after him.
A good night"s rest! The words had hardly been spoken, the door had hardly been closed, before Arthur half repented the hasty words that had just escaped him. Though not naturally over-sensitive, and not wanting in courage of the moral as well as the physical sort, the presence of the dead man had an instantaneously chilling effect on his mind when he found himself alone in the room--alone, and bound by his own rash words to stay there till the next morning. An older man would have thought nothing of those words, and would have acted, without reference to them, as his calmer sense suggested. But Arthur was too young to treat the ridicule even of his inferiors with contempt--too young not to fear the momentary humiliation of falsifying his own foolish boast more than he feared the trial of watching out the long night in the same chamber with the dead.
"It is but a few hours," he thought to himself, "and I can get away the first thing in the morning."
He was looking toward the occupied bed as that idea pa.s.sed through his mind, and the sharp, angular eminence made in the clothes by the dead man"s upturned feet again caught his eye. He advanced and drew the curtains, purposely abstaining, as he did so, from looking at the face of the corpse, lest he might unnerve himself at the outset by fastening some ghastly impression of it on his mind. He drew the curtain very gently, and sighed involuntarily as he closed it.
"Poor fellow," he said, almost as sadly as if he had known the man. "Ah!
poor fellow!"
He went next to the window. The night was black, and he could see nothing from it. The rain still pattered heavily against the gla.s.s. He inferred, from hearing it, that the window was at the back of the house, remembering that the front was sheltered from the weather by the court and the buildings over it.
While he was still standing at the window--for even the dreary rain was a relief, because of the sound it made; a relief, also, because it moved, and had some faint suggestion, in consequence, of life and companionship in it--while he was standing at the window, and looking vacantly into the black darkness outside, he heard a distant church clock strike ten. Only ten! How was he to pa.s.s the time till the house was astir the next morning?
Under any other circ.u.mstances he would have gone down to the public-house parlor, would have called for his grog, and would have laughed and talked with the company a.s.sembled as familiarly as if he had known them all his life. But the very thought of whiling away the time in this manner was now distasteful to him. The new situation in which he was placed seemed to have altered him to himself already. Thus far his life had been the common, trifling, prosaic, surface-life of a prosperous young man, with no troubles to conquer and no trials to face.