"You don"t remember me, I see," said the latter; and then suddenly changing his tone to a foreign accent, he said: "Haf you been since to drink a gla.s.s of beer at your open-air gardens at Rosherwich?"
Leander knew him then. It was his foreign customer of Monday evening.
His face was clean-shaven now, and his expression changed--not for the better.
"I think," he said, faintly, "I had the privilege of cutting your "air the other evening."
"You did, my friend, and I admired your taste for the fine arts. This gentleman and I have, on talking it over, been so struck by what I saw that evening, that we ventured to call and inquire into it."
"Look "ere, Count," said his companion, "there ain"t time for all that perliteness. You leave him to me; _I"ll_ talk to him! Now then, you white-livered little airy-sneak, do you know who we are?"
"No," said Leander; "and, excuse me calling of your attention to it, but you"re pinching my arm!"
"I"ll pinch it off before I"ve done," said the burly man. "Well, we"re the men that have planned and strived, and run all the risk, that you and your gang might cut in and carry off our honest earnings. You infernal little hair-cutting shrimp, you! To think of being beaten by the likes of you! It"s sickening, that"s what it is, sickening!"
"I don"t understand you--as I live, gentlemen, I don"t understand you!"
pleaded Leander.
"You understand us well enough," said the ex-foreigner, with an awful imprecation on all Leander"s salient features; "but you shall have it all in black and white. We"re the party that invented and carried out that little job at Wricklesmarsh Court."
"Burglars! Do you mean you"re burglars?" cried the terrified Leander.
"We started as burglars, but we"ve finished by being made cat"s-paws of--by you, curse you! You didn"t think we should find you out, did you?
But if you wanted to keep us in the dark, you made two awkward little slips: one was leaving your name and address at the gardens as the party who was supposed to have last seen the statue, and the other was keeping the said statue standing about in your hair-cutting room, to meet the eye of any gentleman calling out of curiosity, and never expecting such a find as that."
"What"s the good of jawing at him, Count? That won"t satisfy me, it won"t. "Ere, I can"t "old myself off him any longer. I _must_ put a "ed on him."
But the other interposed. "Patience, my good Braddle. No violence. Leave him to me; he"s a devilish deep fellow, and deserves all respect." (Here he shook Leander like a rat.) "You"ve stolen a march on us, you condemned little hairdressing ape, you! How did you do it? Out with it!
How the devil did you do it?"
"For the love of heaven, gents," pleaded Leander, without reflecting that he might have found a stronger inducement, "don"t use violence! How did I do _what_?"
"Count, I _can"t_ answer for myself," said the man addressed as Braddle.
"I shall send a bullet into him if you don"t let me work it off with fists; I know I shall!"
"Keep quiet," said his superior, sternly. "Don"t you see _I"m_ quiet?"
and he twisted his knuckles viciously into Leander"s throat. "If you call out you"re a corpse!"
"I wasn"t thinking of calling out, indeed I wasn"t. I"m quite satisfied with being where I am," said Leander, "if you"d only leave me a little more room to choke in, and tell me what I"ve done to put you both in such tremenjous tempers."
"Done? You cur, when yer know well enough you"ve taken the bread out of our mouths--the bread we"d earned! D"ye suppose we left out that statue in the gardens for the like of you? Who put you up to it? How many were there in it? What do you mean to do now you"ve got it? Speak out, or I swear I"ll cut your heart out, and throw it over the railings for the tom-cats; I will, you ----!"
The man called Braddle, as he uttered this threat, looked so very anxious to execute it, that Leander gave himself up for lost.
"As true as I stand here, gentlemen, I didn"t steal that statue."
"I doubt you"re not the build for taking the lead in that sort of thing," said the Count; "but you were in it. You went down that Sat.u.r.day as a blind. Deny it if you dare."
Leander did not dare. "I could not help myself, gentlemen," he faltered.
"Who said you could? And you can"t help yourself now, either; so make a clean breast of it. Who are you standing in with? Is it Potter"s lot?"
If Leander had declared himself to be alone, things might have gone harder with him, and they certainly would never have believed him; so he said it _was_ Potter"s lot.
"I told you Potter was after that marble, and you wouldn"t have it, Count," growled Braddle. "Now you"re satisfied."
The Count comprised Potter and his lot in a new and original malediction by way of answer, and then said to Leander, "Did Potter tell you to let that Venus stand where all the world might see it?"
"I had no discretion," said the hairdresser. "I"m not responsible, indeed, gents."
"No discretion! I should think you hadn"t. Nor Potter either, acting the dog in the manger like this. Where"ll _he_ find his market for it, eh?
What orders have you got? When are you going to get it across?"
"I"ve no notions. I haven"t received no directions," said Leander.
"A nice sort o" mug you are to be trusted with a job like this," said Braddle. "I did think Potter was better up in his work, I did. A pretty bungle he"ll make of it!"
"It would serve him right, for interfering with fellow-professionals in this infernal unprincipled manner. But he shan"t have the chance, Braddle, he shan"t have the chance; we"ll steal a march on him this time."
"Is the coast clear yet?" said Braddle.
"We must risk it. We shall find a route for it, never fear," was the reply. "Now, you cursed hairdresser, you listen to what I"m going to tell you. That Venus is our lawful property, and, by ----, we mean to get her into our hands again. D"ye hear that?"
Leander heard, and with delight. So long as he could once get free from the presence of the statue, and out of the cross-fire of burglars and police, he was willing by this time to abandon the cloak and ring.
"I can truly say, I hope you"ll be successful, gents," he replied.
"We don"t want your hopes, we want your help. You must round on Potter."
"Must I, gents?" said Leander. "Well, to oblige you, whatever it costs me, I _will_ round on Potter."
"Take care you stick to that," said Braddle. "The next pint, Count, is "ow we"re to get her."
"Come in and take her away now," said Leander, eagerly. "She"ll be quiet. I--I mean the _house_"ll be quiet now. You"ll be very welcome, I a.s.sure you. _I_ won"t interfere."
"You"re a bright chap to go in for a purfession like ours," said Mr.
Braddle, with intense disgust. "How do yer suppose we"re to do it--take her to pieces, eh, and bring her along in our pockets? Do you think we"re flats enough to run the chance of being seen in the streets by a copper, lugging that "ere statue along?"
"We must have the light cart again, and a sack," said the Count. "It"s too late to-night."
"And it ain"t safe in the daytime," said Braddle. "We"re wanted for that job at Camberwell, that puts it on to-morrow evening. But suppose Potter has fixed the same time."
"Here, _you_ know. Has Potter fixed the same time?" the Count demanded from Leander.
"No," said Leander; "Potter ain"t said nothing to me about moving her."
"Then are you man enough to undertake Potter, if he starts the idea?
_Are_ you? Come!"