"Might."
"Are you aware that in appearance you resemble him?"
"Good-looking chap."
"He was a poor devil last night."
"Extremes meet."
"I am actuated in what I am going to say by your own eccentric behaviour. I need not tell you that I should not say anything of the kind were you to act like a reasonable being. But since, beyond the shadow of a doubt, you are partly mad, I am going to take it for granted that you are wholly mad. I make this preliminary observation because I want us to understand each other."
"You take some understanding."
"So do you. Are we private here?"
"You might look under the couch. I don"t know that there"s a cupboard."
"I won"t ask if I can trust you, because I know I can"t."
"Let"s begin as we mean to go on."
"Therefore, I will tell you at once that you can make what use you like of what I am about to say to you. Things have reached a point which finds me indifferent. Besides, talking"s a game at which two can play."
"That"s so."
"I said to you last night that I wished to see you this morning on a matter of importance."
"Doesn"t it strike you, Mr.--Smith, that you take some time in getting there?"
"I take my own time."
"You do. And mine. Perhaps you"re engaging a room in this hotel."
"You"ve done some curious things, Mr.--Babbacombe."
"That"s my name. The same as yours is Smith."
"Perhaps you"re willing to do another."
"For money."
"Are you willing to die?"
"My hair?"
"I"ll put the question in another way."
"I would. It might sound better."
"From what I have seen of you during the last few days I believe that you are capable of feigning death."
"I"m capable of feigning a good many things?"
"I believe it. Among them you are capable of feigning this particular thing."
"Explain."
"You can so simulate death that no one can tell you from a dead man."
"I can."
"Not even a doctor?"
"Nary one."
"I presume, therefore, that you can simulate the act of dying."
"It"s no presumption."
"You can, that is, in the presence of other persons, and even of a medical man, pretend to die with such fidelity to nature that a doctor in attendance would not hesitate to grant a certificate of death."
"You bet."
"Will you do it?"
"Kid to die?"
"Exactly."
"What for?"
"A thousand pounds."
"A thousand pounds!"
He repeated my words in such a tone that again doubts pa.s.sed through my mind. If he was Twickenham it was impossible that such an amount could have the attraction for him which his tone suggested. It was a drop in the ocean compared to the sums which were waiting ready to his hand. Somehow, although not a muscle of his countenance moved, I felt convinced that the figures did appeal to him; and that strongly. If such was the case, then the thing was beyond my comprehension.
"A thousand pounds is not a trifle."
My trite observation went unanswered. He continued to puff at his cigar, as if reflecting. I, on my part, stood and watched. Presently he spoke, examining, as he did so, the ash of his cigar with every appearance of interest.
"I"m to ask no question?"
"Of what kind?"
"As, for instance, what"s the lay?"
"I don"t altogether follow."