"Then I"ll stop with you," declared David, smiling. "Yes, constable, I"m here to start life. I shall have to look round for work; but first of all I must go into the city to see a firm of solicitors. I shall have to find my way there."
"I"ll guide you," came the answer. "House rent is that dear towards the city that I have to come out here. Every morning I take a "bus to the central police station and there get my orders. I"m on special duty these days. We"re hunting for a gang of foreign burglars that have come to London to bother us; but what are you going to do? Medical student, eh?"
David shook his head vigorously. "Nothing so grand," he said. "I have to find work of some sort, and I don"t care what it is at first, so long as I can earn something with which to pay my way while I look round."
The constable"s eyes opened wide with astonishment, and for a little while he regarded his lodger critically, while his wife busied herself with putting the breakfast on the table. He remembered the conversation which he had had with her on the previous night. They had agreed without the smallest hesitation that David was a young gentleman used to more or less fine surroundings. There was nothing secret or underhand about him; but they did not imagine that he had left home with the intention of making his way alone in the world. This information that he must find some sort of work showed at once that he was dependent solely on himself.
"Why," declared Hemming, "you look as if you ought to be in an office, or in the army as an officer. Want to find work? What about your parents?"
Probably his official training caused him to regard David again, and this time with some suspicion.
"I left home hurriedly after a row," said our hero promptly. "I was told I was not wanted. There was a quarrel about money; I came away determined to make my own way."
"But," began the constable, like Andus, the breezy sailor, feeling that he ought to give some good advice here, advice culled from his own age and somewhat wide experience. "But, look here, sir. Ain"t you made a great mistake? Wouldn"t it be better to think things over and turn back? Most like your parents are advertising for you. I should have to give information."
David stopped him with a pleasant smile, lifting his hand as he did so.
Then in a few short words he told the constable and his wife what had happened, refraining, however, from telling them about the will.
"Now," he said, looking from one to the other.
"I take it all back; no chap with a bit of pride could do otherwise,"
declared Hemming, warmly. "So you want work, any sort of work?"
David nodded. "Anything to tide me over for the time being," he said.
"Ultimately I mean to leave the country."
"You wouldn"t sniff if I was to mention the job of lift-boy?" asked Hemming, somewhat bashfully, as if he were almost ashamed to introduce such a job to David"s notice.
"Where? When is it open? Could I work the lift?" asked our hero promptly. "To-day I could hardly begin; to-morrow I shall be free."
"Then you can come along with me to the city," said the constable, laughing at his eagerness. "It so happens that an old soldier, who belongs to the corps of commissionaires, told me a night or two back that his firm would be wanting a young chap. It"s one of the big London stores; we"ll see what we can do for you."
David thanked him warmly, and then, remembering his bicycle, mentioned it.
"I want to sell it," he said. "I have some ready money on me; but the machine will be useless here, and the cash I could get for it useful."
"Of course, and I could take you to a place where a fair price would be given; but if you"ll take my advice you"ll wait a little. Supposing this London firm is a good way from your lodgings, a bicycle would be handy to take you to work; the machine"ll come to no harm for the moment, and will fetch it"s price whenever you want to part with it. You keep it for a while. Now, sir, if you"re ready we"ll set out."
In five minutes the two were in the street, the constable looking fine and burly in his uniform, while the gentlemanly appearance of the young fellow walking beside him caused the neighbours to remark. They clambered on to a motor-bus at the end of the street, and made their way into the city. Then they descended close to the Mansion House, and were soon in conversation with the commissionaire.
"You mentioned a firm as wanted a young fellow for the lift," said the constable. "Is that job still going?"
The commissionaire looked David up and down with an experienced eye, and noted his straight figure, his good looks, and his general air of superiority. Then he nodded his head several times in succession.
"That job"s still going," he said, "and a young chap same as this is just what"s wanted; but he don"t want to have kid gloves on his hands all the while. This firm"s looking for a lad as can appear smart when he"s in the lift, and can strip his livery off next moment and clean and tidy things. Chaps as don"t care to dirty their fingers ain"t wanted."
"Then I"m your man," David blurted promptly. "I"m not afraid of dirtying my fingers with clean work--honest work I mean. As to smartness, there I can"t pretend to judge."
Hemming winked slyly at his friend, who went by the name of Tiller, while the latter again surveyed David with a critical eye, till the latter flushed red under the scrutiny. Then Sergeant Tiller"s head began to wag forward and backward again, in a manner evidently characteristic of him, while a smile broke out on his face.
"You"ll do I should say," he declared. "Ready to work now?"
David thought for a moment. "Ready to begin at this moment," he said.
"But I must see some one in the city during business hours to-day.
To-morrow I could take to work steadily."
"Then you can leave him to me, Hemming," said the sergeant, "I"ll take him right along, and the chances are he"ll get the post. I used to work for the same firm, and seeing as they knew that I had the best idea of what sort of young chap they wanted, they left it to me to find a man.
One moment, mister, I"ll get leave to be off for a while; then we"ll take a "bus along to Oxford Street. The firm I"m talking about have a big fashionable store close to Bond Street."
Within an hour David and his new friend were at their destination, waiting within the huge gla.s.s doors of an establishment, the size and rich decoration of which filled our hero with amazement; for trips to London had not often come his way. Mrs. Clayhill, his stepmother, had never troubled to take him with her.
"There"s thousands of pounds worth of things here," whispered the sergeant, as they waited for an interview with the manager, "and, very naturally, the firm is careful as to whom it employs. There"s the lift yonder. The man working it should really be at the door. From that I take it that the hand who was here has left. That"ll make "em extra anxious to get a subst.i.tute. Ah, come along."
David"s heart fluttered a trifle as he was ushered into the sanctum of the manager; for he felt that the interview meant much to him. To be truthful, he would rather have begun his life at some post more in accordance with his upbringing; but then, he reflected, beggars must not be choosers, and so long as the work was honest, it would tide him over a difficult time. Besides, there was his interview with the solicitors.
It would be fine to be able to declare that he had already found a job, and was in need of nothing. A second later he was before a diminutive man, dressed very smartly, who regarded him with the same critical eye as in the case of the sergeant.
"Just the young fellow, sir," said the latter, nodding towards our hero.
"Constable Hemming introduced him to me. He"s fresh to London, and this will be his first job."
"Know anything about lifts and machinery?" demanded the manager sharply.
"Yes, sir; I"ve worked in the shops at school, and meant to become an engineer."
David blurted the words out thoughtlessly, and then could have bitten his tongue off the next instant. For if he had been candid with other people, and described how he had left home, here, where he might be employed to work, he wished his past history to remain unknown. But he forgot that his whole appearance, his speech, his carriage, all told the tale of his upbringing. He did not see the old sergeant wink at the manager. He watched him bend forward and whisper.
"Constable tells me he was driven away from home, sir," said the sergeant, in the manager"s ear. "The lad"s as honest as they make them.
I"ll back him to give satisfaction. Give him a trial. He"s the kind of lad you could turn on to anything; he"s a gentleman all over."
David would have flushed red could he have heard the words, but he was watching the manager. The latter looked closely at him again, smiled suddenly, and then asked a question.
"What wages?" he asked.
"Fifteen shillings a week," answered our hero.
"Nonsense! We start our men with a pound a week. We will give you a month"s trial. Hours eight-thirty in the morning till six. When can you come?"
"To-morrow, sir. I"d like to have a trial now, but I must see some one in the city this afternoon."
"Then go to the lift and have a lesson. To-morrow we shall expect you.
Have you a dark suit?"
David nodded promptly.
"Then come in that: we have livery which ought to fit you. Good-bye."
It was a much-excited David who emerged from the manager"s office. The sudden succession to a post at a pound a week made him feel giddy, it was such good fortune. He hardly heard the old sergeant explaining his errand to the lift-man. Almost unconsciously he shook hands with the former and thanked him for his help. Then he entered the lift, and watched his instructor as he ran it up and down. Ten minutes later he was controlling the affair himself, and within half an hour was efficient. That morning, he ran the elevator for some two hours all alone, to the entire satisfaction of his employers, conveying a number of purchasers to other parts of the building.
"You"ll do," declared the manager, when mid-day arrived. "You"re steady and keep your head. Don"t forget, it is a strict rule that all doors be closed before the lift is moved. Accidents so easily happen. Now take a word of advice. Every one can see what you are. Don"t talk; keep yourself to yourself and you"ll make no enemies. To-morrow morning at half-past eight."