Sam brightened.
"I"ve got it! You pretend to attack her, and I"ll...."
"I couldn"t, sir! I couldn"t really! I should jeopardise my situation."
"Oh, come! Be a man!"
"No, sir, I fear not. There"s a difference between handing in your resignation-I was compelled to do that only recently, owing to a few words I had with the guv"nor, though subsequently prevailed upon to withdraw it-I say there"s a difference between handing in your resignation and being given the sack, and that"s what would happen-without a character, what"s more, and lucky if it didn"t mean a prison cell. No, sir; I could not contemplate such a thing."
"Then I don"t see that there"s anything to be done," said Sam morosely.
"Oh, I shouldn"t say that, sir," said Webster, encouragingly. "It"s simply a matter of finding the way. The problem confronting us-you, I should say...."
"Us," said Sam. "Most decidedly us."
"Thank you very much, sir. I would not have presumed, but if you say so-The problem confronting us, as I envisage it, resolves itself into this. You have offended our Miss B. and she has expressed a disinclination ever to see you again. How, then, is it possible, in spite of her att.i.tude, to recapture her esteem?"
"Exactly," said Sam.
"There are several methods which occur to one...."
"They don"t occur to me!"
"Well, for example, you might rescue her from a burning building as in "True As Steel"...."
"Set fire to the house, eh?" said Sam, reflectively. "Yes, there might be something in that."
"I would hardly advise such a thing," said Webster, a little hastily-flattered at the readiness with which his disciple was taking his advice, yet acutely alive to the fact that he slept at the top of the house himself.
"A little drastic, if I may say so. It might be better to save her from drowning, as in "The Earl"s Secret"."
"Ah, but where could she drown?"
"Well, there is a lake in the grounds...."
"Excellent!" said Sam. "Terrific! I knew I could rely on you. Say no more! The whole thing"s settled. You take her out rowing on the lake, and upset the boat. I plunge in ... I suppose you can swim?"
"No, sir."
"Oh? Well, never mind. You"ll manage somehow, I expect. Cling to the upturned boat or something, I shouldn"t wonder. There"s always a way. Yes, that"s the plan. When is the earliest you could arrange this?"
"I fear such a course must be considered out of the question, sir. It really wouldn"t do."
"I can"t see a flaw in it."
"Well, in the first place, it would certainly jeopardise my situation...."
"Oh, hang your situation! You talk as if you were Prime Minister or something. You can easily get another situation. A valuable man like you," said Sam, ingratiatingly.
"No, sir," said Webster firmly. "From boyhood up I"ve always had a regular horror of the water. I can"t so much as go paddling without an uneasy feeling."
The image of Webster paddling was arresting enough to occupy Sam"s thoughts for a moment. It was an inspiring picture, and for an instant uplifted his spirits. Then they fell again.
"Well, I don"t see what there is to be done," he said, gloomily. "It"s no good making suggestions, if you have some frivolous objection to all of them."
"My idea," said Webster, "would be something which did not involve my own personal and active co-operation, sir. If it is all the same to you, I should prefer to limit my a.s.sistance to advice. I am anxious to help, but I am a man of regular habits, which I do not wish to disturb. Did you ever read "Footpaths of Fate," in the Nosegay series, sir? I"ve only just remembered it, and it contains the most helpful suggestion of the lot. There had been a misunderstanding between the heroine and the hero-their names have slipped my mind, though I fancy his was Cyril-and she had told him to hop it...."
"To what?"
"To leave her for ever, sir. And what do you think he did?"
"How the deuce do I know?"
"He kidnapped her little brother, sir, to whom she was devoted, kept him hidden for a bit, and then returned him, and in her grat.i.tude all was forgotten and forgiven, and never...."
"I know. Never had the bells of the old village church...."
"Rung out a blither peal. Exactly, sir. Well, there, if you will allow me to say so, you are, sir! You need seek no further for a plan of action."
"Miss Bennett hasn"t got a little brother."
"No, sir. But she has a dog, and is greatly attached to it."
Sam stared. From the expression on his face it was evident that Webster imagined himself to have made a suggestion of exceptional intelligence. It struck Sam as the silliest he had ever heard.
"You mean I ought to steal her dog?"
"Precisely, sir."
"But, good heavens! Have you seen that dog?"
"The one to which I allude is a small brown animal with a fluffy tail."
"Yes, and a bark like a steam siren, and, in addition to that, about eighty-five teeth, all sharper than razors. I couldn"t get within ten feet of that dog without its lifting the roof off, and, if I did, it would chew me into small pieces."
"I had antic.i.p.ated that difficulty, sir. In "Footpaths of Fate" there was a nurse who a.s.sisted the hero by drugging the child."
"By Jove!" said Sam, impressed.
"He rewarded her," said Webster, allowing his gaze to stray nonchalantly over the country-side, "liberally, very liberally."
"If you mean that you expect me to reward you if you drug the dog," said Sam, "don"t worry. Let me bring this thing off, and you can have all I"ve got, and my cuff-links as well. Come, now, this is really beginning to look like something. Speak to me more of this matter. Where do we go from here?"
"I beg your pardon, sir?"
"I mean, what"s the next step in the scheme? Oh, Lord!" Sam"s face fell. The light of hope died out of his eyes. "It"s all off! It can"t be done! How could I possibly get into the house? I take it that the little brute sleeps in the house?"
"That need const.i.tute no obstacle, sir; no obstacle at all. The animal sleeps in a basket in the hall.... Perhaps you are familiar with the interior of the house, sir?"