Chapter XIII
THE DISCOVERY OF THE FORGERIES.
One morning the man who went once a-week from old Hawker"s, at the Woodlands, down to the post, brought back a letter, which he delivered to Madge at the door. She turned it over and examined it more carefully than she generally did the old man"s letters, for it was directed in a clerk-like hand, and was sealed with a big and important-looking seal, and when she came to examine this seal, she saw that it bore the words "B. and F. Bank." "So, they are at it again, are they?" she said. "The deuce take "em, I say: though for that matter I can"t exactly blame the folks for looking after their own. Well, there"s no mistake about one thing, he must see this letter, else some of "em will be coming over and blowing the whole thing. He will ask me to read it for him, and I"ll do so, right an end. Lord, what a breeze there"ll be! I hope I shall be able to pull my lad through, though it very much depends on the old "uns temper. However, I shall soon know."
Old Hawker was nearly blind, and, although an avaricious, suspicious old man, as a general rule, trusted implicitly on ordinary occasions to George and Madge in the management of his accounts, reflecting, with some reason, that it could not be their interest to cheat him. Of late, however, he had been uneasy in his mind. Madge, there was no denying, had got through a great deal more money than usual, and he was not satisfied with her account of where it had gone. She, we know, was in the habit of supplying George"s extravagances in a way which tried all her ingenuity to hide from him, and he, mistrusting her statements, had determined as far as he could to watch her.
On this occasion she laid the letter on the breakfast table, and waited his coming down, hoping that he might be in a good humour, so that there might be some chance of averting the storm from George. Madge was much terrified for the consequences, but was quite calm and firm.
Not long before she heard his heavy step coming down the stairs, and soon he came into the room, evidently in no favourable state of mind.
"If you don"t kill or poison that black tom-cat," was his first speech, "by the Lord I will. I suppose you keep him for some of your witchwork.
But, if he"s the devil himself, as I believe he is, I"ll shoot him. I won"t be kept out of my natural sleep by such a devil"s brat as that.
He"s been keeping up such a growling and a scrowling on the hen-house roof all night, that I thought it was Old Scratch come for you, and getting impatient. If you must keep an imp of Satan in the house, get a mole, or a rat, or some quiet beast of that sort, and not such a vicious toad as him."
"Shoot him after breakfast if you like," she said. "He"s no friend of mine. Get your breakfast, and don"t be a fool. There"s a letter for you; take and read it."
"Yah! Read it, she says, and knows I"m blind," said Hawker. "You artful minx, you want to read it yourself."
He took the letter up, and turned it over and over. He knew the seal, and shot a suspicious glance at her. Then, looking at her fixedly, he put it in his breastpocket, and b.u.t.toned up his coat.
"There!" he said. "I"ll read it. Oh yes, believe me, I"ll read it. You Jezebel!"
"You"d better eat your meat like a Christian man," she answered, "and not make such faces as them."
"Where"s the man?" he asked.
"Outside, I suppose."
"Tell him I want the gig. I"m going out for a drive. A pleasure drive, you know. All down the lane, and back again. Cut along and tell him before I do you a mischief."
She saw he was in one of his evil humours, when nothing was to be done with him, and felt very uneasy. She went and ordered the gig, and when he had finished breakfast, he came out to the door.
"You"d best take your big coat," she said, "else you"ll be getting cold, and be in a worse temper than you are,--and that"s bad enough, Lord knows, for a poor woman to put up with."
"How careful she is!" said Hawker. "What care she takes of the old man!
I"ve left you ten thousand pounds in my will, ducky. Good-bye."
He drove off, and left her standing in the porch. What a wild, tall figure she was, standing so stern and steadfast there in the morning sun!--a woman one would rather have for a friend than an enemy.
Hawker was full of other thoughts than these. Coupling his other suspicions of Madge with the receipt of this letter from the bank, he was growing very apprehensive of something being wrong. He wanted this letter read to him, but whom could he trust? Who better than his old companion Burrows, who lived in the valley below the Vicarage? So, whipping up his horse, he drove there, but found he was out. He turned back again, puzzled, going slowly, and as he came to the bottom of the hill, below the Vicarage, he saw a tall man leaning against the gate, and smoking.
"He"ll do for want of a better," he said to himself. "He"s an honest-going fellow, and we"ve always been good friends, and done good business together, though he is one of that cursed Vicarage lot."
So he drew up when he came to the gate. "I beg your pardon, Mr.
Troubridge," he said, with a very different tone and manner to what we have been accustomed to hear him use, "but could you do a kindness for a blind old man? I have no one about me that I can trust since my son is gone away. I have reason to believe that this letter is of importance; could you be so good as to read it to me?"
"I shall be happy to oblige you, Mr. Hawker," said Tom. "I am sorry to hear that your sight is so bad."
"Yes; I"m breaking fast," said Hawker. "However, I shan"t be much missed. I don"t inquire how the Vicar is, because I know already, and because I don"t think he would care much for my inquiries, after the injury my son has done him. I will break the seal. Now, may I trouble you?"
Tom Troubridge read aloud:--
"B. and F. Bank. [Such a date.]
"SIR,--May I request that you will favour me personally with a call, at the earliest possible opportunity, at my private office, 166, Broad Street? I have reason to fear that two forged cheques, bearing your signature, have been inadvertently cashed by us. The amount, I am sorry to inform you, is considerable. I need not further urge your immediate attention. This is the third communication we have made to you on the subject, and are much surprised at receiving no answer. I hope that you will be so good as to call at once.
Yours, sir, &c., P. ROLLOX, Manager."
"I thank you, Mr. Troubridge," said the old man, quietly and politely.
"You see I was not wrong when I thought that this letter was of importance. May I beg as a favour that you would not mention this to any one?"
"Certainly, Mr. Hawker. I will respect your wish. I hope your loss may not be heavy."
"The loss will not be mine though, will it?" said old Hawker. "I antic.i.p.ate that it will fall on the bank. It is surely at their risk to cash cheques. Why, a man might sign for all the money I have in their hands, and surely they would be answerable for it?"
"I am not aware how the law stands, Mr. Hawker," said Troubridge.
"Fortunately, no one has ever thought it worth while to forge my name."
"Well, I wish you a good day, sir, with many thanks," said Hawker. "Can I do anything for you in Exeter?"
Old Hawker drove away rapidly in the direction of Exeter; his horse, a fine black, clearing the ground in splendid style. Although a cunning man, he was not quick in following a train of reasoning, and he was half-way to Exeter before he had thoroughly comprehended his situation.
And then, all he saw was that somebody had forged his name, and he believed that Madge knew something about it.
"I wish my boy George was at home," he said. "He"d save me getting a lawyer now. I am altogether in the hands of those Bank folks if they like to cheat me, though it"s not likely they"d do that. At all events I will take d.i.c.kson with me."
d.i.c.kson was an attorney of good enough repute. A very clever, quiet man, and a good deal employed by old Hawker, when his business was not too disreputable. Some years before, Hawker had brought some such excessively dirty work to his office, that the lawyer politely declined having anything to do with it, but recommended him to an attorney who he thought would undertake it. And from that time the old fellow treated him with marked respect, and spoke everywhere of him as a man to be trusted: such an effect had the fact of a lawyer refusing business made on him!
He reached Exeter by two o"clock, so rapidly had he driven. He went at once to d.i.c.kson"s, and found him at home, busy swinging the poker, in deep thought, before the fireplace in his inner office. He was a small man, with an impenetrable, expressionless face, who never was known to unbend himself to a human being. Only two facts were known about him.
One was that he was the best swimmer in Exeter, and had saved several lives from drowning, and the other was, that he gave away (for him) large sums in private charity.
Such was the man who now received old Hawker, with quiet politeness; and having sent his horse round to the inn stable by a clerk, sat down once more by the fire, and began swinging the poker, and waiting for the other to begin the conversation.
"If you are not engaged, Mr. d.i.c.kson," said Hawker, "I would be much obliged to you if you could step round to the B. and F. Bank with me. I want you to witness what pa.s.ses, and to read any letters or papers for me that I shall require."
The attorney put down the poker, got his hat, and stood waiting, all without a word.
"You won"t find it necessary to remark on anything that occurs, Mr.
d.i.c.kson, unless I ask your opinion."
The attorney nodded, and whistled a tune. And then they started together through the crowded street.
The bank was not far, and Hawker pushed his way in among the crowd of customers. It was some time before he could get hold of a clerk, there was so much business going on. When, at last, he did so, he said--"I want to see Mr. Rollox; he told me to call on him at once."
"He is engaged at present," said the clerk. "It is quite impossible you can see him."
"You don"t know what you are talking about, man," said Hawker. "Send in and tell him Mr. Hawker, of Drumston, is here."