"That was just the most horrible thing about it," said the spirit. "When I realized what it all meant, I was nearly distracted; but believing suicide to be a crime, and knowing, as I have already told you, that the mind is indestructible, I could not do as you suggested. I might have lulled myself into a state of perpetual unconsciousness, but I did not care to do that, for the reason that, despite the harrowing features of my situation, I was morbidly interested to see how it would all come out. At any rate, I succ.u.mbed to my fears, and begged him not to think of departing from my mortal habitation and leaving me in the lurch.
""Now," he replied, his face, or rather my face, wreathing with smiles, "now you are talking sense. I thought you would come to it. It would be the height of folly for you to ruin yourself simply to gratify your love of retaining your form. I promise you that to-morrow night, after the great speech has been made in court--a speech which will ring out through the whole country, that will echo from the hills of Scotland across the Atlantic Ocean to the Rocky Mountains, to re-echo thence to the Himalayas, and so on until your fame has encircled the earth--I promise you that then I will depart hence and trouble you no more, except it be your desire that I return.""
"That was a fair proposition--he wasn"t such a mean fiend after all,"
said Hopkins.
"At that moment I thought he was rather a square fiend," returned the spirit sadly; "but he developed as time went on."
"And the speech next day? How was that? Did he keep his word?" Hopkins asked.
"Indeed he did," said the spirit with enthusiasm, "and it was simply marvellous. That night, after we had had the conversation I have just told you of, that fellow worked like a slave getting up his points, consulting the records, cla.s.sifying the testimony and making notes for his great oratorical effort. Hardly a poet in the history of literature was there who did not contribute some little line or two to make the speech more interesting, or to emphasize some point in a manner certain to appeal to a polished mind or overawe an uncultivated one. Greek and Latin authors were levied upon for tribute. Parallels in ancient and modern history utterly unknown to me were inst.i.tuted for the elucidation of the arguments advanced--in short, a more polished bit of oratory than that prepared for my tongue to utter never fell from mortal lips before, and as for the peroration--well, it would require the consummate art of the fiend himself adequately to describe it. It was simply dazzling.
""There is only one drawback, one thing I fear for to-morrow," said the fiend, as he finished his preparations, "and that is that these miserable mortal lungs of yours will not be able to do justice to that speech, and some of these quotations rasp on your unpractised tongue, so that I fear their effect may be weakened. However, I"ll do the best I can with poor tools; but one thing is certain, you must make a sacrifice to me who have sacrificed time and comfort to you."
""What is that?" I asked.
""I cannot properly accent my words with your teeth in their present condition. For instance these words here: _And, gentlemen of the jury, what have we to say of the plaintiff in this action, the brother of the defendant and the firstborn son of the decedent whose desires he now seeks to have over-ridden by the laws of this land, what have we to say of him? What palliation can he offer for his unfraternal conduct in thus dragging his own brother into the courts of this land in a mad effort to recover the paltry sum of thirty thousand pounds? History affords no parallel, gentlemen of the jury, to this cause of son living arrayed against his parent gone before, of brother fighting brother for a miserable pittance_, and so on. Don"t you see that to be spoken impressively these words demand a certain venomous hiss? I want to electrify the jury by that hiss, but I can"t do it unless I have out two of your back teeth and this front one."
"Here he tapped the left of my two front teeth--pearls they were, Hopkins, pearls beyond price. Of course I objected.
""I can"t let you do that," I said, "it"ll ruin my personal appearance."
""Bah, man!" he said. "What is personal appearance to pre-eminent success? What are looks compared to immortality? I must again take advantage of your helplessness and rescue you from the effects of your own indecision. I have arranged to have a dentist here to-morrow morning at eight. In five minutes he will have the teeth out, and by noon your seething voice will have turned twelve good men and true into a ma.s.s of goose flesh that will be utterly unable to resist you.""
Hopkins was heartless enough to laugh at this unexpected development.
"I wish I could appreciate the joke, Hopkins," said the spirit indignantly. "What is fun for you was tragedy for me. I had always prided myself on the vigour of my voice. There was nothing weak or affected about it, nor would I, had I been in control of my being, have permitted such vandalism as was perpetrated by that dentist the next morning, just for the sake of making a _coup_ with the jury. I can"t deny, however, that when the speech was delivered the general effect was heightened by the sibilant tone in which the words were spoken. To me the dreadful spirit within my body was apparent from introduction to peroration. The deadly greenness of the fiend shone out through every vein in my body. My eyes, once a beautiful blue, became like the eyes of an adder, and my cheeks took on a pallor that was horrible to look upon, and yet which so fascinated all beholders that they could not take their eyes away from it. The jurors sat petrified, terror depicted on every line of their faces; the judge himself, a florid, phlegmatic person ordinarily, was pale as a sheet and uneasy as an exposed nerve, and when my poor innocent finger, once so prettily pink of hue, was pointed, absolutely livid with the scorn that that creature alone could throw into it, at the terror-stricken plaintiff, he actually fell backward into convulsions, and was carried shrieking profanely from the court-room.
"As for me, I sat cowering directly behind the jury-box fearful for the future, fearful for the effect upon my poor body of the terrible strain that was put upon it, and wondering what I could possibly do upon resuming my normal condition to maintain the reputation which that morning"s achievement had brought to me. So absorbed was I in these reflections that the judge"s faltering charge at the conclusion of the proceedings fell upon my consciousness unheard, save as the monotonous roar of the vehicles in the street outside was heard; but the verdict of the jury, rendered without leaving the box, in favour of my client did reach my ears, and almost simultaneously came the announcement that there would be no appeal, since the plaintiff in the cause had been frightened into imbecility by the fearful indictment of his character in the summing-up of the counsel for the defendant."
CHAPTER VIII.
FURTHER DEVELOPMENTS IN THE MAKING OF A NAME.
"YOU must have felt like a vest-pocket Byron, to wake up and find yourself famous that way," said Toppleton; "or, perhaps you found yourself _in_famous, eh? I don"t know how it is here in England, but in America a lawyer who"d browbeat a poor innocent litigant into a state bordering upon lunacy, would be requested to move out of town."
"It all depends," returned the spirit. "If my subst.i.tuted self had limited his brow-beating to the plaintiff, it might have made the reputation which I found awaiting me upon my return to my remains, one of infamy, but that was by no means the case. The judge himself succ.u.mbed to nervous prostration a week later, the jurors vanished like a pack of frightened hares immediately they were discharged, and even my client shook like a leaf when he felt my eyes resting upon him. As for my own proper self, I was the worst scared man of the lot; so, you see, it was a sort of universal awe that was inspired by the demeanour of my body that day, and one which commanded rather than invited respect."
"Did you find your head a little stretched when you got back into yourself again, or did he break his word and refuse to let you back?"
queried Toppleton.
"Oh, he kept his word that time," replied the spirit. "After the trial was over he took a cab and drove rapidly out to Regent"s Park and back, returning to my chambers about six o"clock. I was there waiting for him, ready to enter upon my usual anatomical ways once more. My client was also there, though, of course, unaware that I was present in spirit. I was very much amused to see how utterly unnerved poor Baskins was by the strange events of the day. Several times he muttered to himself remarks like, "_I didn"t know he had it in him_," and "_If I"d thought he was that kind of a man I"d have kept blessed clear of him. I wonder what he"ll charge._" And then every time there was a step or noise of any kind out in the corridor, he would straighten up nervously and stare at the door in a tense sort of fashion which showed that he dreaded meeting me. Once he put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a big duelling pistol which I was alarmed to note was loaded to the muzzle. It was evident that the awe which my new self had inspired in him amounted to positive fear.
"That duelling pistol put an end to my enjoyment of the situation,"
continued the spirit. "I was afraid he might be goaded into discharging a load of cold lead into my body. Of course, I didn"t care to have that happen, and under the agitation of the moment I uttered an e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n of consternation. I never saw in all my experience a man so thoroughly frightened as Baskins was when the sound for which he could not account greeted his ear. He went on his knees and shook like a leaf, clasping his hands, as if in prayer, before his face, which turned a blue white.
The pistol fell from his hands to the floor, and, as it did so, the door opened, and I saw myself standing on the sill, haggard of face, but not worn of spirit, for the supernatural brilliance of my eye as it caught sight of the pistol and realized at a flash just what the situation was, showed that the soul within was still unwearied by its effort.
"Then," added the spirit, his voice husky with the remembrance of his dishonour, "came an interview that makes me blush, even though I have no cheek on which to display that manifestation of shame. My body sprang forward as the pistol met my eye, and, s.n.a.t.c.hing the weapon from the floor, flung it out through the window into the court, where it exploded, the jar of contact with the stone walk being sufficient to discharge it. As the sharp report of the pistol echoed through the court my client threw himself flat on his face, and prostrate there at my feet began to utter a string of incoherent lamentations and despairing requests for mercy at my hands which were painful to hear, and I judged from what meaning I could patch together from his jumble of words, that he deemed me an emissary of Satan,--and I think he was right.
""What does this mean?" queried the fiend within me. "Murder or suicide?
If you contemplated suicide, I forgive you; if murder--"
""I was afraid," gasped my unhappy client. "Your power was so terrible; the effect of your words so awful, that I--"
""Ah!" interrupted the fiend. "I see. It was murder you were prepared to do in case we should not agree, and the power of my eye should chance to be exerted to win you from your determination whatever it may have been."
""No--not that--not that!" shrieked my client. "It was but the natural instinct of self-preservation that led me to--"
""You weaken your cause by your loquacity, my friend," said the fiend.
"You suspected me of contemplating some dishonourable or cowardly act, and for that reason you entered the office of him who has saved your good name and your purse alike from them who would have robbed you of both, having so little sense of grat.i.tude that you bring with you an instrument of death. Very well, let it be so. I am satisfied if you are.
I might do that to you now which would place you in far worse estate than your poor brother is in. If you had your pistol in your hand, aimed at my heart, you would still be powerless to do me an injury, for with one glance of my eye I could force you to turn the muzzle to your own head, and with another compel you to empty its leaden load into your own brains. Your suspicions are insulting, but an insult from one of your calibre to one of mine is as the sting of a fly to the elephant; I pa.s.s it over and charge it on the bill. Ten thousand pounds for trying the case, two thousand five hundred for accepting your insult, two thousand five hundred for condoning it, and in one hour must this money be in my hands with a letter--a letter written and signed by you, expressing your satisfaction with the manner of my conducting the case, and concluding with an allusion to your surprise that my charge is so moderate."
""And if I refuse to submit to this outrage?" queried my client, lashed into a show of courage which he really did not feel.
""You leave this room a raving maniac, for I have the power to make you so," I was appalled to hear myself reply."
"And do you mean to tell me," said Hopkins, his bosom heaving with indignation, "that you sat there like a zero on a pedestal, and kept silent with this blackmailing infamy going on under your very eyes?"
"I was speechless with rage," returned the spirit, "or I should have interfered. Before I could recover my composure the letter had been written and the money paid, for my client still had the sixty thousand pounds in their original form, in the one thousand pound banknotes. The struggle he went through was terrible to witness, and as the notes pa.s.sed from his hands into mine he sighed like one who was heart-broken.
The fiend dictated the letter commending my efforts, and expressing surprise that the amount asked for my services was so moderate, and then he opened the door and ushered the unfortunate victim out. As the latter left the room the fiend whispered to him in withering tones to beware of his vengeance if he ever attempted to reveal what had pa.s.sed since he entered the room.
""For," said he, "if you are not careful, it matters not in what part of this or any other world you may be, you must forever be within my reach, and forever subject to the consequences of my resentment."
"Then," said the spirit, "he slammed the door violently and turned and fixed my eyes upon the corner wherein I sat aghast with the mortification of having my name identified in any man"s mind with such a diabolical act as that I had just witnessed.
""Now," he said, "you may have this carca.s.s of yours back and welcome.
It"s lucky for you I have the power I have. If I hadn"t, your body would be riddled with bullets within twenty-four hours."
""Bah!" I replied. "That man had no more intention of using that pistol without provocation than I have, and considering the terror with which you have managed to inspire everyone with whom you have come in contact to-day, I don"t wonder he came armed."
""I never thought of that," said my subst.i.tute, "though what you say about everybody"s terror is true; you might apply it even more broadly than you do, because as I drove down the Strand just now even the omnibus horses shied, and the driver of my cab had all he could do to keep his ramshackle steed from running away. But hurry up and get ready to relieve me of this mortal incubus of yours, and take your money--it"s a nice little sum, eh?"
""Magnificent," I returned. "And when you and I have changed places I am going to return all but five hundred pounds to that poor fellow you have just robbed in such a conscienceless fashion."
"The moment I said this," said the spirit, "I regretted it, for he grasped the money with my right hand, and holding it over the fire, which was blazing merrily in the grate, he said. "My friend, I exact from you an oath that you will not return one penny of this sum to Mr.
Baskins. If you refuse, I shall cast every one of these bank notes into that fire, nor shall I admit you once more to your form until the very ashes of those notes have disappeared into the air."
"Now what could I do under the circ.u.mstances, Toppleton?" asked the spirit earnestly. "Could I do anything but swear to what he asked?"
"Yes," returned Hopkins, "you could. I don"t believe so vile a creature as he could have distinguished between a bible and a city directory. I"d have taken the oath on the city directory."
"Alas!" said the spirit sadly, and with such evident sincerity that it jostled the Aunt Sallie from the chair to the floor. "As I said to you before, I am only an enduring Briton where you have the inventive genius of the Yankee. I never thought of the subst.i.tution of the directory for the bible, and the consequent elimination of moral responsibility from the oath. I simply swore as he desired me to, and in an hour I was alone in my office, the occupant of a frame so exhausted that I could scarcely lift my head, and in my pockets were those miserable bank notes, more burning to my conscience than had they been sovereign for sovereign in gold coin hot from the mint."
"Of course," suggested Hopkins, "you devoted them to the cause of charity; subscribed all but your just due to the House for Imbeciles, in which that wronged unfortunate the plaintiff was incarcerated?"