"I do."
"It was locked in your presence thirty days ago?"
"It was."
"Since then the key has remained in your possession?"
"It has."
"To the best of your knowledge and belief no other key to the case is in existence?"
"That is so."
"The case has not been opened by your orders, or to your knowledge?"
"It has not."
"You have examined it every day to see that it has not been tampered with?"
"Several times a day."
"It has been watched day and night by some person or persons appointed by you, in whose trustworthiness you have faith?"
"It has."
"Therefore, in your opinion, since Mr. Montagu Babbacombe, thirty days ago, fell asleep, and was locked in this case in your presence, no one has had access to him of any sort or kind?"
"That is my opinion."
"I have now to ask you to hand me the key of the case."
It was handed over. Mr. FitzHoward held it up for us to see.
"There are four locks to the case, one at each side. This key opens them all. The locks are of very peculiar construction; as, also, is the key. I will now proceed to unlock the case."
He did unlock it. Four men came forward, lifted the case--it seemed as much as they could do--and, with considerable difficulty, because of the crowd, bore it from the room.
Mr. Montagu Babbacombe remained uncovered.
It was then ten. The fact was announced by a clock in the building; and Mr. FitzHoward stood with his watch in his hand.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Montagu Babbacombe will now awake."
The doctors, if they were doctors, pressed forward. We all craned our necks.
It seemed inconceivable that after a slumber of thirty days--and one so very much like death--the man could wake to an appointed minute.
But he did. Scarcely had Mr. FitzHoward ceased to speak than, with the most natural air in the world, raising his hand, he pa.s.sed it over his face, as one is sometimes apt to do when awaking. He opened his eyes.
He sat up.
To be greeted by a storm of cheers. Which, however, presently died away, as it was realised that there was that in his appearance which was hardly in harmony with such a demonstration. He gazed about him with, on his pallid features, a look of dazed inquiry; as if he wondered where he was. Mr. FitzHoward spoke to him.
"I"m glad to see you, Mr. Babbacombe. I hope you"re comfortable, sir.
Here is Mr. Manager."
The manager extended his hand.
"Feeling rested after your sound sleep?"
Mr. Babbacombe apparently did not notice the held-out hand. He answered in a curious monotone, still about him that air of vacancy.
The sound of his voice set me all of a twitter.
"Rested?--Oh, yes, I"m rested.--Rested!"
Mr. FitzHoward motioned to the spectators.
"All these ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Babbacombe, are here to see you put the crown and summit on the most marvellous feat of modern times.
They"re here to see you wake, sir."
"Wake?--To see me wake?"
A voice cried out from the crowd:--
"Have you been troubled by any bad dreams, sir?"
There was a tendency to t.i.tter; which was subdued when it was seen how the inquiry was taken.
"Dreams!--My dear life!--Dreams!"
There was something in the awakened sleeper"s tone which was not altogether agreeable. It was too suggestive of things on which one did not care to dwell. He addressed FitzHoward.
"Give me something to eat. I want something to eat."
He sounded as if he did; and looked it too. Putting his hand up to his head with the gesture of a tired child, he sank back upon the mattress.
"I want to rest," he said.
We were still. He looked as if he had fallen asleep again, for good.
Mr. FitzHoward dismissed the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have much pleasure in thanking you, on Mr.
Montagu Babbacombe"s behalf, for your attendance here, and I now wish you goodnight."
The people began to file out. Men leaned over the mattress, and there was a whispered consultation. They spoke to him. He continued still--too still. A flask was produced and placed to his lips. He seemed to pay no attention to it whatever. The crowd showed a disposition to linger. The mattress was lifted from its place with him still on it, and borne through the departing spectators out of the room. When it had gone the audience dispersed more rapidly. I stayed on. Presently, when the place had grown comparatively empty, Mr.
FitzHoward reappeared. He was b.u.t.tonholed by half a dozen people at once. It seemed that they were making inquiries as to the awakened sleeper"s condition. He answered them collectively, for our common benefit, in a loud voice.
"Mr. Montagu Babbacombe feels a little exhausted--as was only to be expected, having had nothing to eat or drink for thirty days, but he wishes me to say to any kind inquirer that he"s all right, and that he confidently expects to feel very shortly as fit as ever he did. Now, gentlemen, I"m sorry to have to hurry you, but I must really ask you all to go."
They went--he driving them in front of him, like a flock of sheep. I still stayed.