"It was a long way from "ere. Ess.e.x, in fact. Near Colchester. It was when I was up in London--in the buildin" trade. I was a smart young chap then, I can tell you. Slim. "Ad best clo"es "s good as anybody.
"At--SILK "at, mind you." Mr. Brisher"s hand shot above his head towards the infinite to indicate it silk hat of the highest. "Umbrella--nice umbrella with a "orn "andle. Savin"s. Very careful I was...."
He was pensive for a little while, thinking, as we must all come to think sooner or later, of the vanished brightness of youth. But he refrained, as one may do in taprooms, from the obvious moral.
"I got to know "er through a chap what was engaged to "er sister. She was stopping in London for a bit with an aunt that "ad a "am an" beef shop. This aunt was very particular--they was all very particular people, all "er people was--and wouldn"t let "er sister go out with this feller except "er other sister, MY girl that is, went with them. So "e brought me into it, sort of to ease the crowding. We used to go walks in Battersea Park of a Sunday afternoon. Me in my topper, and "im in "is; and the girl"s--well--stylish. There wasn"t many in Battersea Park "ad the larf of us. She wasn"t what you"d call pretty, but a nicer girl I never met. _I_ liked "er from the start, and, well--though I say it who shouldn"t--she liked me. You know "ow it is, I dessay?"
I pretended I did.
"And when this chap married "er sister--"im and me was great friends--what must "e do but arst me down to Colchester, close by where She lived. Naturally I was introjuced to "er people, and well, very soon, her and me was engaged."
He repeated "engaged."
"She lived at "ome with "er father and mother, quite the lady, in a very nice little "ouse with a garden--and remarkable respectable people they was. Rich you might call "em a"most. They owned their own "ouse--got it out of the Building Society, and cheap because the chap who had it before was a burglar and in prison--and they "ad a bit of free"old land, and some cottages and money "nvested--all nice and tight: they was what you"d call snug and warm. I tell you, I was On. Furniture too. Why! They "ad a pianner. Jane--"er name was Jane--used to play it Sundays, and very nice she played too. There wasn"t "ardly a "im toon in the book she COULDN"T play...
"Many"s the evenin" we"ve met and sung "ims there, me and "er and the family.
""Er father was quite a leadin" man in chapel. You should ha" seen him Sundays, interruptin" the minister and givin" out "ims. He had gold spectacles, I remember, and used to look over "em at you while he sang hearty--he was always great on singing "earty to the Lord--and when HE got out o" toon "arf the people went after "im--always. "E was that sort of man. And to walk be"ind "im in "is nice black clo"es--"is "at was a brimmer--made one regular proud to be engaged to such a father-in-law.
And when the summer came I went down there and stopped a fortnight.
"Now, you know there was a sort of Itch," said Mr. Brisher. "We wanted to marry, me and Jane did, and get things settled. But "E said I "ad to get a proper position first. Consequently there was a Itch.
Consequently, when I went down there, I was anxious to show that I was a good useful sort of chap like. Show I could do pretty nearly everything like. See?"
I made a sympathetic noise.
"And down at the bottom of their garden was a bit of wild part like. So I says to "im, "Why don"t you "ave a rockery "ere?" I says. "It "ud look nice."
""Too much expense," he says.
""Not a penny," says I. "I"m a dab at rockeries. Lemme make you one."
You see, I"d "elped my brother make a rockery in the beer garden be"ind "is tap, so I knew "ow to do it to rights. "Lemme make you one," I says.
"It"s "olidays, but I"m that sort of chap, I "ate doing nothing," I says. "I"ll make you one to rights." And the long and the short of it was, he said I might.
"And that"s "ow I come on the treasure."
"What treasure?" I asked.
"Why!" said Mr. Brisher, "the treasure I"m telling you about, what"s the reason why I never married."
"What!--a treasure--dug up?"
"Yes--buried wealth--treasure trove. Come out of the ground. What I kept on saying--regular treasure...." He looked at me with unusual disrespect.
"It wasn"t more than a foot deep, not the top of it," he said. "I"d "ardly got thirsty like, before I come on the corner."
"Go on," I said. "I didn"t understand."
"Why! Directly I "it the box I knew it was treasure. A sort of instinct told me. Something seemed to shout inside of me--"Now"s your chance--lie low." It"s lucky I knew the laws of treasure trove or I"d "ave been shoutin" there and then. I daresay you know--"
"Crown bags it," I said, "all but one per cent. Go on. It"s a shame.
What did you do?"
"Uncovered the top of the box. There wasn"t anybody in the garden or about like. Jane was "elping "er mother do the "ouse. I WAS excited--I tell you. I tried the lock and then gave a whack at the hinges. Open it came. Silver coins--full! Shining. It made me tremble to see "em. And jest then--I"m blessed if the dustman didn"t come round the back of the "ouse. It pretty nearly gave me "eart disease to think what a fool I was to "ave that money showing. And directly after I "eard the chap next door--"e was "olidaying, too--I "eard him watering "is beans. If only "e"d looked over the fence!"
"What did you do?"
"Kicked the lid on again and covered it up like a shot, and went on digging about a yard away from it--like mad. And my face, so to speak, was laughing on its own account till I had it hid. I tell you I was regular scared like at my luck. I jest thought that it "ad to be kep" close and that was all. "Treasure," I kep" whisperin" to myself, "Treasure" and ""undreds of pounds, "undreds, "undreds of pounds."
Whispering to myself like, and digging like blazes. It seemed to me the box was regular sticking out and showing, like your legs do under the sheets in bed, and I went and put all the earth I"d got out of my "ole for the rockery slap on top of it. I WAS in a sweat. And in the midst of it all out toddles "er father. He didn"t say anything to me, jest stood behind me and stared, but Jane tole me afterwards when he went indoors, "e says, "That there jackanapes of yours, Jane"--he always called me a jackanapes some"ow--"knows "ow to put "is back into it after all."
Seemed quite impressed by it, "e did."
"How long was the box?" I asked, suddenly.
""Ow long?" said Mr. Brisher.
"Yes--in length?"
"Oh! "bout so-by-so." Mr. Brisher indicated a moderate-sized trunk.
"FULL?" said I.
"Full up of silver coins--"arf-crowns, I believe."
"Why!" I cried, "that would mean--hundreds of pounds."
"Thousands," said Mr. Brisher, in a sort of sad calm. "I calc"lated it out."
"But how did they get there?"
"All I know is what I found. What I thought at the time was this. The chap who"d owned the "ouse before "er father "d been a regular slap-up burglar. What you"d call a "igh-cla.s.s criminal. Used to drive "is trap--like Peace did." Mr. Brisher meditated on the difficulties of narration and embarked on a complicated parenthesis. "I don"t know if I told you it"d been a burglar"s "ouse before it was my girl"s father"s, and I knew "e"d robbed a mail train once, I did know that. It seemed to me--"
"That"s very likely," I said. "But what did you do?"
"Sweated," said Mr. Brisher. "Regular run orf me. All that morning,"
said Mr. Brisher, "I was at it, pretending to make that rockery and wondering what I should do. I"d "ave told "er father p"r"aps, only I was doubtful of "is honesty--I was afraid he might rob me of it like, and give it up to the authorities--and besides, considering I was marrying into the family, I thought it would be nicer like if it came through me.
Put me on a better footing, so to speak. Well, I "ad three days before me left of my "olidays, so there wasn"t no hurry, so I covered it up and went on digging, and tried to puzzle out "ow I was to make sure of it.
Only I couldn"t.
"I thought," said Mr. Brisher, "AND I thought. Once I got regular doubtful whether I"d seen it or not, and went down to it and "ad it uncovered again, just as her ma came out to "ang up a bit of washin"
she"d done. Jumps again! Afterwards I was just thinking I"d "ave another go at it, when Jane comes to tell me dinner was ready. "You"ll want it,"
she said, "seeing all the "ole you"ve dug."
"I was in a regular daze all dinner, wondering whether that chap next door wasn"t over the fence and filling "is pockets. But in the afternoon I got easier in my mind--it seemed to me it must "ave been there so long it was pretty sure to stop a bit longer--and I tried to get up a bit of a discussion to dror out the old man and see what "E thought of treasure trove."
Mr. Brisher paused, and affected amus.e.m.e.nt at the memory.
"The old man was a scorcher," he said; "a regular scorcher."
"What!" said I; "did he--?"
"It was like this," explained Mr. Brisher, laying a friendly hand on my arm and breathing into my face to calm me. "Just to dror "im out, I told a story of a chap I said I knew--pretendin", you know--who"d found a sovring in a novercoat "e"d borrowed. I said "e stuck to it, but I said I wasn"t sure whether that was right or not. And then the old man began. Lor"! "e DID let me "ave it!" Mr. Brisher affected an insincere amus.e.m.e.nt. ""E was, well--what you might call a rare "and at Snacks.