"A useless harangue," said I, "when you have the means of saving yourself. Pay the money, read your Bible, and the signs will cease."
"You have said it. I will pay the money; but I do not know where the woman Gourlay lives."
"That is not a difficult matter. Where money is to be paid, the recipient will start out of the bosom of the earth. I am about sick of this chamber of mysteries--though no mysteries to me; and I go to bed. I doubt if you may expect to see me at the breakfast table in the morning."
"Will you leave me in this condition?" he said, with an imploring eye.
"You will hear from me. Good night."
In the midst of all these supernaturals, I remained myself pretty natural--got naturally among the comfortable bed-clothes, fell naturally asleep, and, in consequence of late hours, slept naturally longer than I intended. I started at seven, got my bag, and, without seeing Graeme, set out for C---- town, got breakfast, and then took the stage for a seaport not very far distant. Having arrived at my destination, I sought out the Eastergate, a dirty street inhabited by poor people, mounted three pair of stairs till I saw through a slate-pane, knocked at a door, and was met by a woman, with an umbrageously bearded face peering out from the side of her head-gear--that is, there was a head there in addition to her own.
"The devil!" said the man. "How did you find me out?"
"By the trail of evil," I said, as I walked in, and shut the door behind me.
"Did you not know I was dead?" he continued, by way of desperate raillery.
"Yes, the devil was once reported to be dead and buried in a certain long town, but it was only a feint, whereby to catch the unwary Whigs.
Let us have seats. I want a little quiet conversation with you both."
We seemed rather a comfortable party round the fire.
"Ruggieri," said I, "do you know that scar?"
"I have certainly seen it before," replied he, with the utmost composure.
"Well, you know the attack you made upon me at Brussels, for the convenient purpose of getting buried along with your victim a certain little piece of dirty paper I have in my pocket, whereby you became bound to pay to me a thousand florins which I lent you, on the faith of one I took for a gentleman."
"The scar I deny," he replied, unblushingly; "and as for the bit of paper, if you can find any one in these parts who can prove that the signature thereto was written by this hand belonging to this person now sitting before you, you will accomplish something more wonderful than finding me out here." And he laughed in his old boisterous way.
"The more difficult, I daresay," replied I, as I fixed a pretty inquisitive gaze on him, "that you have a duplicate to your real name of Charles Rogers."
""Tis a lie!" he exclaimed. "My father was--was--yes--an artist in Bologna--the cleverest magician in Italy."
"And that is the reason," said I calmly, "that your brother the doctor works his tricks so cleverly at the Moated Grange."
Subtle officers accomplish much by attacks of surprise--going home with a fact known to the criminal to be true, but supposed by him to be unknown to all the world besides. I had acted on this principle, and the effect was singular. His tongue, which had laid in a stock of nervous fluid for roaring like a steam-boiler a little opened, was palsied. He turned on me a blank look; then, directing his eye to the woman, "You infernal hag," he exclaimed, "all this comes from you!"
"I deny it," said the woman, as she left his side and came round to mine. "But I now know, what I always suspected, that you are a villain.
Sir," she continued, "this man, and his brother Dr. Rogers, prevailed upon me to give them a paper, to enable them to get out of Colonel Graeme the money he won from my husband. I believe they have got it, and that they are keeping it from me."
"They have not got it," said I, "and never will. The money is yours, and will be paid to you, if to any."
"Thank G.o.d!" she exclaimed. "No good could come out of the designs of this man and his brother. They made it up to terrify the colonel"----
A look from the man stopped her; but the broken sentence was to me a volume. They sat and looked lightnings at each other; and I contented myself with thinking, that when a rotten tree splits, bears catch honey.
"Oh, I"m not to be frightened," she continued, as she gathered up courage to dare the villain. "I will tell all about the ten of diamonds which I heard made up between them."
"You most haggard of all haggard hags!" cried the man, as his fury rose, "do you know, that while I could have got you this money, I can cut you out of it? Was it the loss of the money, think ye, that made the wretched coward, your husband, shoot himself? No, it was conscience.
They were a pair of villains. I know that Gourlay had a secreted card, whereby he was to blackleg Graeme, and that it was disappointment, shame, and conscience, working all together, that made him draw the trigger to end a villanous life. But the game is up," he continued, as he rose and got hold of his hat; then standing erect and fearless, he held out his finger, pointing to me--"Rymer!" he said impressively, but with devilish calmness, "let your ears tingle as you think of me; it will keep you in remembrance of a friend, who, when next he meets you, will embrace you _cordially_--about the heart, you know. Good night!"
"And well gone," said the woman, as she heard the door slammed with a noise that shook the crazy tenement. "Oh! I am so happy you have come to relieve me of an engagement which I was ashamed of, and which would have yielded me nothing; for their object was to force money out of your friend, and then divide it between them."
"How did Rogers or Ruggieri find you out?" inquired I.
"I cannot tell; the nose of a bloodhound has a finer sense than a sheep-dog"s."
"And how did you come to know of the compact between the brothers?"
"They got unwary under wine drunk at that fir table. The doctor was the medical attendant of Colonel Graeme, and this gave him means of working upon his conscience; and I know they have been at this work for a time."
"But how did Ruggieri come to know about the ten of diamonds?"
"Oh, the card was found crumpled up under the table by Ruggieri himself, who, with you, was present at the play. He has the card at this moment. I have seen it. But this is the first time I ever heard of Gourlay"s intention to cheat. I will never believe that; but then I am his widow, and may be too favourable to him, while Ruggieri was his enemy, and may be too vindictive."
"And how was the colonel to be applied to, after his conscience was wrought up to pay?"
"The doctor was to open the subject, and undertake to negotiate with me, to whom he was to hand over the money--one penny of which I never would have received."
"The matter is now in better hands," said I. "Will you be staunch and firm in detailing all you know of the scheme?"
"Yes, though I should not receive a farthing."
"And you will be willing to go to the Moated Grange, and, if necessary, swear to those things?"
"I will; and, sir, serious though the whole affair has been to me--for I am poor, and have children--I sometimes wondered, if I did not laugh, at the queer, far-brought, devilish designs of the doctor. Oh, he is a very dragon that for cunning! I heard him say he would impress a painted piece of paper on the child"s back, so as to leave a mark, and swear it was a mother"s mark, graven by the hands of the Almighty. Oh the blasphemy and wickedness of man!"
"Go, dress yourself," said I, "and come with me to the Grange."
"I will, if you can give me some minutes to get a neighbour to take charge of George and Anne." And away she went to get this family arrangement completed, while I sat panting with desire to free my friend from the agony of his condition.
It was about seven o"clock of that same evening that Mrs. Gourlay and I reached the Moated Grange. I got her shown into an ante-room, to wait the issue of my interview with Graeme. It happened that the doctor and he were together, and it even seemed as if they were converging towards a medium state of confidence. I could observe from the looks of the victim that he had been so far at least drawn into a recital of facts (the nature of which it was not difficult for me to conjecture), for I heard the word Gourlay fall from his lips, as the last of a sentence which my entry had cut short. Indeed, I may as well state here that Graeme afterwards admitted to me that when I entered he was in the midst of a confession of the whole secret of the false play, to which confession he had been first driven by his internal monitor; and secondly, led or rather pulled on by the arch-ambidexter, whose game it was to cheat the cheater, and get the money from him upon some pretence of seeking out Mrs. Gourlay and paying the money to her. I was, in short, in the very nick of time, and could hardly help smiling at the strange part I was playing in what was, as I thought, one of those serious melodramatic farces of which (in the Frenchman"s sense) this strange world of laughter and groans is made up.
"Dr. Rogers," said I, after the customary greetings, "it is well I have found you. I picked up a poor woman by the way who lay under the seizure of premature labour, and knowing the generosity of my friend, I brought her here for succour and relief. She is in the green parlour, and, I fear, in exigency. Come."
"May I see her?" said Graeme.
"Certainly, for a moment," said Rogers. "Ah! I rejoice at these opportunities of employing the beneficence of our profession. Who knows but I may bring into the world one who will change the aspect of a hemisphere, and work out some great blessings to the human race!"
And following me, they arrived at the door of the green parlour. I opened it. Rogers walked forward, Graeme followed, and I stood in the midst of the three.
"Dr. Rogers--Mrs. Gourlay, an intimate friend of your brother, Signor Ruggieri."
"Colonel Graeme--Mrs. Gourlay, the widow of that unfortunate man, Ebenezer Gourlay."
To which Mrs. Gourlay responded by a curtsey, deep and respectful.