The Bag of Diamonds, by George Manville Fenn. 

________________________________________________________________________This is a short book, and indeed later editions added some short storiesto bring the book up to a respectable size. The story is also unusualfor this author, for much of the action takes place on the lower floorsof a doctor's house in nineteenth century London. 

The edition used was one of the worst-printed books your reviewer hasever seen, yet with diligence the story has been extracted from it andis here presented. The doctor had for some years been obsessed with anidea that he could make an elixir of eternal life, and at some point inthe recent past he had started to neglect his patients, so that he hadvery few new patients, so there was not much money in the house, andtimes were hard. The most amusing character in the book is Bob, the"boots" boy, and it is he who at almost the last chapter rediscovers theBag of Diamonds, that had somehow got lost in almost the first. 

There are villains, heroes, heroines--and Bob with his antics--in thisbook, and you will enjoy it. For the whole middle part of the book thepeople in it are blundering about, none of them ever quite sure what wasgoing on. You, as the reader, may well have a better idea than they do, but be prepared to be wrong in your surmises. Makes a good audiobook. 

________________________________________________________________________THE BAG OF DIAMONDS, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN. 

CHAPTER ONE. 

IN A FOG. 

"Ugh! what a night! And I used to grumble about Hogley Marsh! Why, it's like living in a drain!"

Ramillies Street, W. C. , was certainly not attractive at twelve o'clockon that December night, for it had been snowing in the early part of theevening; that snow was suffering from a fall of blacks: and as evilcommunications corrupt good manners, the evil communication of theLondon soot was corrupting the good manners of the heavenly snow, whichhad become smirched by the town's embrace, and was sorrowfully weepingitself away in tears beneath a sky--

No, there was not any sky. For four days there had not been a breath ofair to dissipate the heavy mist, and into this mist the smoke of amillion chimneys had rolled, mingled, and settled down in the streets inone horrible yellowish-black mirk. 

There were gas lamps in Ramillies Street--here and there distinguishingthemselves by a faint glow overhead; but John Whyley, policeman on thebeat, was hardly aware of their existence till he laid his hand uponeach post. 

"Now, only that Burglar Bill and Company aren't such fools as to comeout on such a night as this, here's their chance. Why, they mightburgle every house on one side of the street while the whole divisionwas on the other. Blest if I know hardly where I am!"

J. W. Stopped and listened, but it seemed as if utter silence as well asutter darkness had descended upon the great city. But few people wereabout, and where a vehicle passed along a neighbouring street the patterof hoofs and roll of wheels was hushed by the thick snow. 

"It is a puzzler, " muttered the man. "Blind man's buff's nothing to it, and no pretty gals to catch. Now, whereabouts am I? I should say I'mjust close to the corner by the square, and--well, now, look at that!"

He uttered a low chuckle, and stared up from the curbstone at a dull, red glare that seemed like the eye of some fierce monster swimming inthe sea of fog, and watching the man upon his beat. 

"And if I didn't think I was t'other side of the street! Ah, how you do'member me of old times, " he continued, apostrophising the red glare;"seems like being back at Hogley, and looking off the station platformto see if you was burning all right after I'd been and lit you up. Redsignals for trains--red signals for them as wants help, " he muttered as, with his hands within his belt, he stepped slowly up under an arch ofiron scroll-work rusting away, a piece of well-forged ornamentation, which had once borne an oil lamp, and at whose sides were ironextinguishers, into which, in the bygone days when Ramillies was afashionable street, footmen had thrust their smoking links. But fashionhad gone afar, and Ichabod was written metaphorically upon the door ofthat old Queen Anne house, while really there was a tarnished brassplate bearing the inscription "Dr Chartley, " with blistered panelsabove and below. Arched over the doorstep was an architect's idea of agigantic shell, supported by two stout boys, whom a lively imaginationmight have thought to be suffering from the doctor's prescriptions, asthey glared wildly at the red bull's-eye in the centre of the fanlightabove the door. 

"Nothing like a red signal to show you where you are, " said John Whyley, stepping slowly back on to the pavement, to the very edge of thecurbstone, and then keeping to it as his guide for a few yards, till hehad passed a second door, also displaying the red light, and beneath it, in letters nearly rubbed away, though certainly not from cleaning, theword "Surgery. "

"That's where that young nipper of a buttons lives, him as took a sightat me when I ketched him standing on his head a-top of the dustbin downthe area. Hullo!"

John Whyley stood perfectly still and invisible in the fog, as thesurgery door was opened; there was a low scuffling noise, and a hurriedwhispering. 

"Get your arm well under him. Hold hard? Shut the door. Mind he don'tslip down. It's dark as pitch. Now then, come on. "

At that moment a bright light shone upon the scene in front of DrChartley's surgery door, for John Whyley gave a turn to the top of thebull's-eye lantern looped on to his belt, and threw up the figures ofthree men, two of whom were supporting on either side another, whosehead hung forward and sidewise, whose legs were bent, and his body in alimp, helpless state, which called forth all the strength of the othersto keep him from subsiding in a heap upon the snow. He seemed to beyoung, heavily bearded, and, as far as his costume could be seen in theyellow glare, he wore high boots and a pea-jacket; while his companions, one of whom was a keen-faced man, with clean-shaved face and a darkmoustache, the other rather French-looking from his shortly croppedbeard, wore ulsters and close travelling-caps. 

As the light flashed upon the group, one of the men drew his breathsharply between his teeth, and for a space no one stirred. 

"Acciden', gentlemen?" said John Whyley, giving a sniff as if he smelt awarm sixpence, but it was only caused by the soot-charged fog. 

The constable's speech seemed to break the spell, and one of the menspoke out thickly:

"Axe'den', constable? Yes, it's all right. Hold him up, Smith. Wantsto lie down, constable. Thinks snow is clean sheets. "

"Oh, that's it, is it, sir?" said John Whyley, examining each face inturn a little suspiciously. "Thought as it was a patient--"

"Yes, " said the man with the moustache, speaking in a high-pitchedvoice, "doctor keeps some good stuff. Not all physic, policeman. Here, hold up. " This last to the man he was supporting, and upon whose headhe now placed a soft felt hat, which he had held in his hand. 

"Gent seems rather on, sir, " said John Whyley, going up more closely. 

"Ah!" said the first speaker, "you smelt his breath. "

"'Nough to knock you down, sir, " said the constable. "He'll want tocome and see the doctor again to-morrow morning. "

There was a very strong odour of spirits, and in the gloom it did notoccur to the constable that the two men who seemed most intoxicated werevery bright-eyed, and yet ghastly pale. He merely drew back for thegroup to pass. 

"Got to take him far, sir?"

"Far? No, constable. Let him lie down and go to sleep. Dishgustingthing man can't come to see friend without getting drunk. Look at me--and Shmith. "

"Yes, sir; you're all right enough, " said the constable. "Shall I lendyou a hand?"

"No, " said the man with the moustache, "we're all right; get us a cab. "

"Where, sir?" said the constable, with a grin; "don't believe such athing's to be got, sir, a night like this. All gone home. "

At that moment from out of the fog there was a sudden jolt and the whishof a whip. 

"Hullo?" shouted the policeman. 

"Hullo!" came back in a husky voice, as if spoken through layers offlannel, "what street's this?"

"Ramillies. Here's a fare. "

There was a muttering, then a bump, jolt, and jangle of a cab heard, anda huge figure slowly seemed to loom up out of the fog in a spectral way, leading a gigantic horse, beyond which was something dark. 

"What's the row?" said the husky voice. 

"These gents want a cab. "

"Oh, but I can't drive nowheres to-night. I drove right into one pub, and then nearly down two areas. Where do you want to go. "

"John's Hotel, Surrey Street, old man. Look sharp. Five bob. "

"Five what, sir? Why, I wouldn't stir a step under ten. I'm just goingto get my old horse into the first mews, shove on his nosebag and thenget inside and go to sleep. I can't drive. I shall have to lead him. "

"Give him ten, " said the man with the sharp voice. 

"All right. Here, hold up, old man, " said the other. "Look sharp! Seenever I come out with him again. "

"Yes, don't make a noise, or you'll bring out the doctor, " said theother man, and the policeman went to the cab door. 

The cab evidently objected to the fare, for the door stuck, and onlyyielded at last with a rattle, and so suddenly that John Whyley nearlywent on his back. But he recovered himself, and held his light so thatthe utterly helpless man, who seemed as if composed of jelly, was pulledby one of his companions, thrust by the other, into the cab, and forcedup on the back seat. "There y'are, const'ble, " said the man with thethick voice, "there's something to get glass; but don't take too much--like that chap--my deares' frien', it's s'prising ain't it? Tell cabmanJohn's Hotel. "

"All right, sir, he knows. Go ahead, cabby. "

He took a few slow steps towards where the cabman stood by the horse'shead. 

"Think they're all right?" said the cabman, in a husky whisper. 

"Give me half-a-crown, " said John Whyley. 

"Did they? Wish I'd stood out for a sovereign. "

As he spoke he started his horse slowly, and the cab went by theconstable, whose lamp showed the interior very indistinctly, the cabwindow being drawn up, and then the sight and sound of the vehicle diedout in the fog, and all was once more still. 

"Ill wind as blows no one any good!" said the constable, slowlycontinuing his beat. "Rather have my half-crown than their sickheadaches in the morning. Rather rum that no one came out with all thattalking. "

John Whyley hummed a tune and tried two or three front-doors and areagates, and then he took off his helmet and scratched his head as ifpuzzled. 

"Now, have I done right?" he said suddenly. "Seemed to be square. Smelt of drink horrid. Other two 'peared to be on all but once ortwice. I say! Was it acting?"

He gave his helmet a sharp blow with his doubled fist, stuck it ontightly, and took a few quick steps in the direction in which the cabhad moved off. 

"Tchah!" he ejaculated, stopping short; "that's the worst o' my trade;makes a man suspicious of everything and everybody. Why, I nearlyaccused the missus of picking my pockets of that sixpence I forgot Ispent with a mate. It's all right. They were as tight as tight. Ugh!What a night. "

John Whyley's beat took him in another direction, but something--afeeling of dissatisfaction with his late act, or the suspicionengendered by his calling made him turn back and go slowly to thedoctor's door. 

All was perfectly still; the red lamp burned over the principal door, while over the surgery door the three last letters were more indistinctthan ever, and "Surg" somehow looked like a portion of "Resurgam" on amemorial stone. 

John Whyley went close up to the latter door, and listened. All wasstill. 

He hesitated a few moments, and then tapped and listened again, whenthere seemed to be a slight rustling sound within, but he could not besure. 

Turning on his light, there, beside him, was a bell-pull with the holehalf-filled with snow. 

"Shall I?" he said, hesitating. "People don't like being called up fora cock-and-bull story, and what have I got to say? These gents cameaway tight. "

He paused and removed his helmet for another refreshing scratch. 

"Was it acting? I've heerd a chap on the stage drawl just like that onewith the thick voice. Now, stop a moment. Let's argufy. Couldn't beburglary. Yes, it could--body burglary!"

John Whyley grew excited as a strange train of thought ran through hishead in connection with what he had heard tell about surgeons and theirinvestigations, and purchases delivered in the dead of night. 

"I don't care, " he said; "wrong or right, I wish I hadn't let that cabgo, and I'll get to the bottom of it before I've done. "

It might have been connected with visions of another possiblehalf-crown, or it might have been in an honest desire to do his duty asa guardian of the public safety. At any rate, John Whyley gave avigorous tug at Dr Chartley's night-bell and waited. 

"No answer; that's a suspicious fact, " he said to himself; and he rangagain, listened, waited, and rang again. 

Hardly had the wire ceased to grate, when a curious whispering voice, close to his ear, said "What is it?" so strangely that John, who hadonly been a year in London, bounded back into the snow, and half drewhis truncheon. 

"What is it? Who's there?" came then. 

"What a fool I am! Speaking trumpet!" muttered the man, and directinghis light toward the doorpost he saw a raised patch of snow, which uponbeing removed displayed a hole. 

To this, full of confidence now, John Whyley applied his lips. 

"Police!" he said. "Anything wrong?" There was a pause, and then thesame strange voice came again. 

"Wait. I'll come down. "

Waiting was cold work, and John Whyley took at trot up, and wasreturning when he saw a dim light shine through the long glazed slits atthe sides of the principal door, and directly after he heard a click aif a candlestick were set down on a marble slab, and one of the narrowwindows showed a human shape in a misty way. 

The bull's-eye was turned on, and, after the momentary glimpse of aface, the rattling of a chain was heard and the front-door was opened afew inches to reveal a pale, haggard, but very handsome face, with largelustrous eyes, which looked dilated and strange. 

"I did not understand you, policeman. Is anything the matter?"

"Well, Miss, that's for you to say;" and he related what he had seen. 

"It is very strange. My father's door is locked, and there is nolight. "

"Yes, Miss--one over the door. "

"Yes, but that only shines into the surgery. My brother has not comeback. "

"But the doctor had company, Miss: that gentleman who had taken toomuch. "

"Oh, no; impossible. "

"Then I _have_ been done!" cried the man, striking his left hand a blowwith his fist, as if to clinch the thought which had been troubling him. 

"I don't understand you. "

"Well, Miss, I'm afraid there's something wrong. But the doctor?"

"He is not in his room. "

"But how about the speaking trumpet?"

"I heard the night-bell. He is not in his chamber, and the passage dooris locked. Perhaps--" a few moments' pause; then in a firm decidedtone, "Yes, you had better come in. "

The door was closed, so that the chain could be unfastened; and as thedoor was being reopened, John Whyley pulled himself together, andcleared his throat. 

"Don't be alarmed, Miss, " he said, as he stood in the large blank hall, and rubbed his shoes upon a very old mat. "I don't like scaring you butits better to make sure than to let anything go wrong. That's partly, you see, Miss, what we're for. "

"Yes, yes, but come at once to the surgery. "

"One minute, Miss, " said the constable, examining carefully the handsomefrightened face, and noting that its owner was tall, graceful, ratherdark, and about three or four and twenty, while though her hair was indisorder as if from lying down, the lady was fully dressed. 

"What do you want?" she said, with the wild look in her eyesintensifying. 

"To do everything in order, Miss. First, who lives here?"

"My father, Dr Chartley. "

"Who else on the premises?"

"The servant-girl. Our boy. My brother, a medical student, lives here, but he has not yet returned. He is at a friend's house--a littleparty. "

"And you've had a party here, Miss?"

"Oh, no; we never have company. "

"That'll do, Miss. Now for the surgery. One moment: your name, please?"

"Richmond Chartley. "

"That'll do. Rum name, " he muttered; and following the lady, who ledthe way with a chamber candlestick in past the open door of agloomy-looking dining-room, constable John Whyley found himself at theend of a passage to the left, in front of a half-glass door, whose paneswere covered on the other side by a thick dark blind. 

"My father's surgery, " said the lady in answer to an inquiring look. 

The constable nodded, and tried the door twice before kneeling down andholding his light to the key hole. 

"Key in, " he said gruffly, "locked inside. Who's likely to be here?"

"My father. He always sits in the consulting-room beyond at night--studying. "

Another short nod, and the constable rapped loudly. No response. 

He rapped again, with the same result. Then he drew a long breath, andthe man showed that he possessed feeling as well as decision. 

"I don't want to alarm you, Miss, but I ought to force open this door. "

"But you do alarm me, man. Yes, you are right. No! let me come. "

She rapped smartly on the door. 

"Father! Father! Are you here?"

Still no reply; and she drew back, looking wildly in the constable'seyes, while her hands seemed as if drawn together to clasp each otherand cheek the nervous trembling and be of mutual support. 

"Yes, " she said, "force it open. Stop! break one of the panes. "

The constable leaned his shoulder against the pane nearest the lock, andthere was a sharp crackling noise, the splintered glass being caught bythe blind inside; but as the man thrust his hand through the great holehe had made, to draw the blind on one side, a fragment or two fell, making a musical tinkling. 

The man's next act was to take his lantern from his belt, and pass itthrough, directing the light in all directions, as he peered through theglass above, and then he withdrew the light with a low "Ha!"

"What can you see?"

"Hold hard, please, Miss, and keep back. This isn't ladies' work. Iwant some help here. "

"Then something has happened?"

"Well, Miss, seeing what I did see to-night, it may be nothing worsethan a drop too much, but it looks ugly. "

"Who is it? My father?"

"Can't say, Miss. Elderly gent with bald head. "

"Oh, what you say is possible! Quick! burst open the door!"

The constable placed his shoulder to the door, but drew back with anangry gesture. 

"Of course!" he muttered, and thrusting his arm through, he reached thelock, turned the key, and the door swung open with a dismal creak. 

"Now, Miss, I'll see first, and come back and tell you. "

"Man! do you think I am a child?" was the sharp reply; and rushing byhim, the speaker passed into the room, and went down upon her kneesdirectly beside a figure in a shabby old dressing-gown, lying facedownward on the floor. 

"Is he--"

"Quick! turn on that gas. "

The constable took a step to obey, and kicked against something whichrattled as it flew forward, and struck the wainscot board, while thenext moment a dim, blue spark of light in a ground-glass burst into aflame, and lit up a dingy-looking, old-fashioned surgery just as thekneeling girl uttered a piteous cry. 

"That's enough, " muttered the constable, stooping and picking up theobject he had kicked against--a short whalebone-handled life-preserver, and slipping it into his pocket. "Tells tales. Now, Miss, " hecontinued aloud, bending over the prostrate figure. "Hah! yes! Ithought as much. "

It was plain enough. A slight thread of blood was trickling slowly froma spot on the smooth glistening bald head of the prostrate man, whileas, with a moan of anguish, the girl thrust her arm softly beneath hisneck, and raised the head, the mark of another blow was visible abovethe temple. 

"Now, Miss, I can't leave you like this. Let me stay while you go forhelp. We must have some one here. "

These words seemed to rouse the girl into fierce action, and she gentlysupported the wounded head, her hand sought the injured man's wrist, andseized it in a professional way. 

"Man, " she cried with angry energy, "while we are seeking help he may--Yes; still beating. Quick! Open that door. No, no; that's the wayinto the street! The other door--the consulting-room. Prop it openwith a chair. We must get him on to the sofa, and do something atonce. "

"Yes, Miss; but a doctor. "

"I am a doctor's daughter, man, and know what to do. Quick!"

"Well, of all--" muttered the constable, as he proceeded to the door inquestion; and then, without finishing the sentence, "Well, she is aplucked one!"

He stepped into a shabbily furnished room, in whose grate a fire wasjust aglow; and as the door swung to, and he cast the light round toseek for a chair, he caught sight of a vacant couch, a table withbottle, glasses, and sugar thereon, and the cover drawn all on one side, so that the glasses were within an ace of being off; and then, drawingin his breath, he stepped to the other side of the table, and held downthe light, which fell upon a drawn and ghastly face, while, hidden bythe table-cover, there lay the figure of a well-dressed man. 

"Fit, " muttered the constable, bending lower. "No; I ain't a doctor, but I know what that means. "

He stepped back quickly, and shut the door after him. 

"No, no! prop it open. "

"Let it be, Miss, " he replied sternly. "There's something else wrongthere. "

The girl stared up at him aghast. 

"Here's a sofy will do, " he continued, pointing to a kind of settee, cushioned, and with a common moreen valance hanging down, while a roughkind of pillow was fastened to one end. "You get up, Miss, and lift abit. I won't hurt him more than I can help. That's it. Sorry, Miss, Ithought what I did. "

A low moan escaped the sufferer as he was lifted with difficulty uponthe rough settee, and this being done, the constable renewed hisrequest. 

"Now, Miss, it's a thing as wants doing at once. Call help. "

"Hold up his head, " was the quick imperious reply; and as the manobeyed, he saw to his surprise the girl go quickly to the row of shelvesat one side of the room, take down a labelled bottle, remove thestopper, and pour some of its contents into a graduated glass. To thisshe added a portion of the contents of another bottle, taking them down, replacing stoppers, and proceeding in the most matter-of-fact, businesslike way, as if accustomed to the task, and returning to try andtrickle a little fluid between the patient's lip, supplementing it bybathing his temples. 

This done, she ran to a drawer, to return with a roll and scissors; thengetting sponge, water, and basin, and proceeding deftly to bathe andstrap up the bleeding wound, before turning to her assistant, who lookeddim, as the fog seemed to have filtered into the room. "Now, " she saidsharply, "is there some one injured in that room?"

"Yes, Miss; but stop. I will have help now, " said the constablehoarsely. "You shan't go in there!"

At that moment, as the man stepped before the consulting-room door, there was the quick rattle of a latch-key heard faintly from thefront-door, and as the opening door affected that of the surgery, andmade it swing slightly and creak, the girl ran to it. 

"Here, Hendon! quick!"

There was a heavy step in the passage, and a young man, who lookedflushed, hurried into the surgery, hat in hand, his ulster over his arm. 

"What's the matter?" he said thickly. The constable directed at him asharp glance. 

"I don't know. Look! My father attacked, and--Oh? Hendon, pray, praysee!"

The young man had evidently been drinking; and the suddenness of thisencounter seemed for a moment to confuse him; but as he caught sight ofthe injured doctor, the policeman peering at him with a sternlyinquiring look, and the tall, handsome girl, with wild eyes and partedlips, pointing towards the consulting-room door, he threw back his head, gave it a shake as if to clear it, and spoke more clearly. 

"Accident?" he said. "Look?"

"Yes, for pity's sake, look. "

He strode to the consulting-room door, stepped in and was turning tocome back, but the policeman was following. 

"What is it?" he said. "Here! a light. "

He snatched the lantern from the constable's hand, and the light felldirectly upon the face of the prostrate figure beyond the table. 

"Who's this?" he said, going down on one knee. "Why, constable, what'sup? This man is dead!"

"Yes, sir, I see that. "

"Yes, quite dead. But what does it mean? Has my sister--"

"Seen him? No, sir, I wouldn't let her come. Now, then, as you'rehere, I'll go for a doctor and some of our men. "

"One minute. I'm a medical student--bit thick, constable--been at aparty--but I know what I'm doing. Yes, this man's dead--shot, I think. But my father? Here, come back. That poor girl must be half wild. "

He ran back into the surgery. 

"Here, Rich, my girl, this is a terrible business. Yes, yes, " he added, slowly examining what his sister had done, and then drawing in hisbreath, as he passed his hand over the smooth bald head. "How did ithappen?"

"I--I don't know, " gasped the girl, wildly; and now that the burden waspartly shifted from her shoulders, her feminine nature began to reassertitself, and she uttered a low wail. 

"But--here, constable, how did this come about?"

The man explained in a few words, all the time gazing searchingly at theinquirer, but shaking his head to himself, as if feeling that thesuspicions he harboured were wrong. 

"And now, sir, I must have some one in, " said the man in conclusion. 

"Yes; of course, of course. But my father? We cannot leave him likethat. To take him up to his bedroom would not be wise, and we cannot--here, Rich, I say, where are you? Constable, help me carry out thissofa. "

John Whyley followed, and the comfortable couch was carried from itsneighbourhood by the ghastly figure lying beyond the table, into thesurgery, placed close to the wall, and the wounded man carefully placedupon it in an easier position. 

"Now, sir, just one look round, " said the constable, as Richmond kneltdown, weeping silently by her father's side, "and then I'm off. Gotthis, sir. "

He drew out the life-preserver, and showed it to the young studentbefore going into the consulting-room, and after a glance round, kneeling by the dead man to make a rapid search of his pockets. 

"Surely this is not necessary now?"

"Yes, sir, it is. One of the first questions my sergeant will ask mewill be about recognitions. That will do, sir. Not a scrap of anythingabout him after a sooperficial search. Now the other place. "

He returned to the surgery, looked round, peered into a closet, and thenexamined the door. 

"No signs of violence, " he said; and then the settee caught hisattention, and he advanced cautiously, drew up the valance, but only toreveal that it was a great chest, and had not harbour beneath forconcealment of person or article connected with the case. "Chest, eh?"he said; and placing his hand to the cushion, he found that it wasfastened to the great lid, which he raised with one hand, and directedthe light into it with the other; but before it was open many inches hebanged it down and started away as if horrified. 

"Bah, man! scared by a few bones. Articulations, and preparations usedin surgical lectures. "

"Yes, I see, " said the man, recovering himself, "but coming upon 'emsudden like, they looked rather horrid. Now, sir, I'm off. I shallsend on the first of our men I see, and come back with the doctor. Onetwo streets off, ain't there? if I can find him in the fog. "

"Yes; Mr Clayton Bell. Be quick. "

The man hurried off, and in a remarkably short time, or so it seemed tothe brother and sister, who were conversing in whispers as they stroveto restore the unconscious man to consciousness, there was a ring at thebell, and the constable had returned with a grave, portly-lookingsurgeon and a sergeant of police. 

"Yes, " said the newcomer, after a careful examination, "two heavy blows, given, I should say, the first from behind, the second as Dr Chartleywas turning round. As you surmised, Mr Chartley, the skull isfractured, and there is a severe pressure upon the brain. And the othercase?"

The surgeon was led into the next room, where a long and carefulexamination was made. 

"No, Mr Chartley, no firearms here; the man has been poisoned. "

"Poisoned!" cried Hendon Chartley, turning to the table, and taking upone of the glasses to raise it to his nose, and then touch the liquid inthe bottom with the tip of his finger and taste it. "Brandy, " he said, "only pure brandy. "

He set it down, and took up the second glass, which he smelt. 

"Ha! there's something here, " he cried; and dipping his finger again, hetasted it, and spat quickly two or three times, before passing the glassto the surgeon, who contented himself with raising it to his nostrils. 

"Yes; Mr Chartley; no doubt about that, " he said. "How did all thiscome about?"

He turned to the young student, who looked at the sergeant, and thesergeant at John Whyley, while the latter stared stolidly at thesurgeon. 

"That's what we're going to see, sir, " said Whyley. 

"Quite right, my man, quite right. Now, Mr Chartley, I can do no morehere. I should like to have in a colleague in consultation over yourfather's case. Nothing more can be done now. We will be here quiteearly. "

He gave a few directions as he passed through the consulting-room, andthen son and daughter were left to their painful vigil, and the thickfog covered all as with a funeral pall. 

CHAPTER TWO. 

GOING BACKWARDS. 

Breakfast-time in the dull dining-room, with its sombre old furniture, carpet dotted with holes worn by the legs of chairs, and thedrab-painted panelled walls, made cheerful by a set of engravings intarnished gilt, fly-pecked frames of the princes of the blood royal:H. R. H. The Prince Regent, with his brothers the Dukes of York, Clarence, Kent, Cumberland, Sussex, and Cambridge, each with a little squaretasselled pillow at the top of the frame, and, reposing thereon, a veryshabby coronet; while the two windows, with their faded curtains, lookedacross a row of rusty spikes at a prospect composed of a gaunt oldhouse, evidently let in lodgings. 

Richmond Chartley, looking as charming as a handsome girl will look, inspite of a line of care upon her her head and a twitch of anxiety uponthe corners of her lips, was distributing coffee, and alternating thetask by cutting bread-and-butter--thin-thick for her brother Hendon, whowas reading a sporting paper, and thin-thin for Dr Chartley, who wasgazing in an abstracted manner at a paper before him, and making notesfrom time to time with a gilt pencil-case. 

He was a bland-looking, handsome man, with stiff white cravat, and thatsuave, softly-smiling aspect peculiar to fashionable physicians; but thefashion had gone, though the smile remained, to be shed upon his twochildren instead of upon the patients who came no more. 

The breakfast progressed, with Hendon eagerly taking in the detail ofthe last Australian boat-race, and the doctor making a calculation forthe variation of the compound that was the dream of his life, till, asit was finally ended, he bent forward, and said softly, "Truly thankful, amen!"

Hendon Chartley rustled his paper, and doubled it up, and thrust it intohis pocket. 

"But no fried bacon, " he said bitterly. Dr Chartley turned his beamsupon his son, and shook his head slowly. 

"Indigestible, Hendon. But never mind. Work as I do. Get to the topof the tree, and then you can keep your carriage, and destroy your liverwith Strasburg pie. "

"Bah!" said Hendon; but his father's countenance did not change. 

"Going to the hospital, my boy?"

"Yes, the old dismal round. But to allay suffering. A greatprofession. "

"Wish it had less profession and more solid satisfaction!" said theyoung man. "Good-bye, Rich. "

He hurried out of the room, and the next minute the door was heard tobang. 

"An ornament to the profession some day, Richmond. "

"Yes, dear, but--"

"Well, my love?" said the doctor, beaming upon her softly. 

"Don't think me unkind, dear, now you are so deep in your study; but Ido really want a little help. "

"Certainly, my darling, certainly. Now, that's what I like; frankconfidence on your part. You are the best of housekeepers, my child;but I don't want you to take all the burden on your shoulders. "

Richmond Hartley sighed, and the line on her broad handsome forehead;took to itself so many puckers, which, however, did not detract from herbeauty. 

"Well, my dear; speak out. You want something?"

"Yes, father; money. "

"Ah!" said Dr Chartley softly, as he tapped the table with the top ofhis worn pencil-case. "Money; you want money. "

"Yes, father. I am horribly pressed. Poor Hendon has really not enoughto pay for his lunch, and--"

"Yes, my dear; but Hendon will soon be in a position to providecomfortably for himself, " said the doctor blandly. 

The old proverb about the growing grass and the starving steed occurredto Richmond, but he only sighed. 

"I don't think you need trouble yourself about Hendon, my dear. "

"But there is the rent, father, " said Richmond desperately, as the fullextent of their position flashed upon her; and she felt impelled tospeak. 

"Ah, yes; the rent. I had forgotten the rent, " said the doctordreamily. 

"Final and threatening notices have been left about the rates andtaxes. "

"Yes, " said the doctor musingly. "The idea is Utopian, but I have oftenthought how pleasant life would be were there no rents or rates andtaxes. "

"Dear father, I must tell you all my troubles now I have begun, " saidRichmond, leaving her chair to kneel down before the handsome elderlyman, and lay her hand upon his breast. 

"Certainly, my darling, certainly, " he said, bending down to kiss herbrow in the most gentlemanly manner, and then caress her luxuriant hair. 

"They have threatened to cut off both the gas and water. "

"Tut! tut! how unreasonable, Richmond! Really a severe letter ought tobe addressed to the companies' directors. "

"And, father dear, the tradespeople are growing not only impatient, butabsolutely insulting. What am I to do?"

"Wait, my darling, wait. Little clouds in our existence while we areattending the breaking forth of the sun. Not long, my dear. I amprogressing rapidly with my discovery, and while I shall be extent withthe fame, you shall be my dear banker, and manage everything as you donow. "

"Yes, yes, dear, I will; but it is so sad. No patient seems to come toyou now. "

"No, my dear, no, " he replied calmly; "I'm afraid I neglected several, and they talked about it among themselves. These things will spread. "

"Are there any means left of--pray forgive me, dear--of raising a littlemoney?"

"No, my dear, I think not. But don't trouble about it. Any day now Imay have my discovery complete, and then--but really, my dear, this iswasting time. I must get on with my work. "

He rose, and Richmond sighed as with courtly grace he raised her handand kissed it, smiling it her sadly and shaking his head. 

"So like your dear mother, " he said; "even to the tones of your voice. Don't let me be disturbed, Richmond. I am getting to a critical point. "

He slowly crossed the room, gazing dreamily before him, and passed out, while his child stood listening to his step along the passage at theback of the side-board till the door of the surgery was heard to close, when, clasping her hands, she gazed up at the Prince Regent, as if hewere some kind of a fat idol, and exclaimed passionately, "What shall Ido? What shall I do?"

A violent twitch made her raise her hand to her face, which wascontracted with pain, and she drew her breath hard; but the pang seemedto pass away, and after ringing the bell she began busily to pack thebreakfast-things together. 

Before she had half done, the door opened softly, and a rather dirtyface was thrust in. It was the face of an old-looking boy withsnub-nose, large mouth, and a rough, shock head bristling over hisprominent forehead, and all redeemed by as bright and roguish-looking apair of eyes as ever shone out from beneath a low type of head. 

The door was only opened wide enough at first to admit the head, but assoon as its owner had given a glance round, the door opened farther, andthe rest of a rather small person appeared, dressed in a well-wornpage's button suit, partly hidden by a dirty green-baize bibbed apron. 

The boy's sleeves were tucked up, and he was carrying a pair ofold-fashioned Wellington boots by the tops, and these boots he held upon high. 

"Didn't know, Miss, whether the doctor had gone. Been a-cleaning hisboots. Look, Miss, there's a shine!"

"Yes, yes, Bob, they look very nice. Take them, up-stairs, and thencome and clear away. "

"All right, Miss. I made a whole bottle o' blacking outer half a cakeas a chap I knows give me. "

"Yes, yes, Bob. "

"Stunning blacking it is, too. He's in the Brigade, and I minded hisbox for him, and took sixpence while he went and had a game of marbles. That's why he give me the cake. "

"Now, Bob, my good lad, I don't want to know anything about that. Takethose boots up-stairs. "

"All right, Miss; but do look how they shines. I polished tops and all. Look, Miss. "

"Yes, yes, yes; they are beautifully clean. "

"I allus thinks about legs, Miss, when I cleans boots; and when I thinksabout legs, I think about the doctor making such a good job o' minearter I was run over. It's stronger than the other; I am glad as it wasbroke. "

"Glad?"

"Yes, Miss. Why, if I hadn't been run over, my leg wouldn't have beenbroke, and then the doctor wouldn't have mended it, and I shouldn't behere. What's she gone away for?" said the boy to himself, as he staredafter Richmond. "She's been a-crying; one of her eyes was wet. Whatcowards gals are to cry!"

The boy went to the door and listened, but all was perfectly still; sohe set down the boots, rolled his apron into what he called a cow'stail, the process consisting in twisting it up very tightly and tuckingit round his waist. 

This done he listened again, and finding all still, he thrust his armsinto the doctor's boots and indulged in a hearty laugh of a silentlyweird description before going down on all fours, and walking as slowlyand solemnly round the table as a tom cat, whose movements he accuratelycopied, rubbing himself up against the legs of the table, and purringloudly. 

This over, he rose to his feet and listened, but all being still, hewent down upon all fours again and trotted round the table, leaped on toa chair, leaped down again, and ran out of the room and along the darkpassage towards the head of the kitchen stairs, looking in the gloomwonderfully like some large ape. 

Active as he was, a descent of the dark stone stairs on all fours wasbeyond him; so he rose up, and reaching over, glided silently down thebalustrade, to the great detriment of his buttons. But, arrived uponthe mat at the bottom, he once more resumed his quadrupedal attitude, thrust his hands well into the Wellington boots, and trotted with a softpatter into a dark back kitchen, out of which came a droning noiseuttered by some one at work, and apparently under the impression that itwas a song. 

The boy, more animal-like than ever, disappeared in the gloom, with theboots making a low _pat-pat, pat-pat_, and then there was a loud shriek, and Bob bounded out, skimmed up the stairs, after evidently havingalarmed some one, and disappeared with the boots, which he sedatelycarried up to the bedroom. Then he descended, to listen at the head ofthe stairs to a complaining voice relating to Richmond Chartley anaccount of how an "ormuz" great dog had come down the area, run into theback kitchen, and frighted some one almost out of her wits!

Bob's face expressed happiness approaching the sublime, and he hurriedlycleared the breakfast-things, and took them down in time to be sent downby a not over-clean-looking maid-of-all-work to shut that there gate. 

The boy was in the act of performing this duty when a neatly-dressedgirlish-looking body approached, carrying a large folio under one arm--afolio so bound that the neatly-mended and well-fitting little glovewhich covered a very small hand could hardly reach to the bottom. 

"Is your mistress in?"

"Yes, Miss, " said Bob, whose face seemed to reflect the sweet, sunnysmile which greeted him. "I'll slip round and let you in. "

"Oh!"

This was the utterance of the new arrival, as she saw the boy apparentlyhurl himself over the iron balustrade of the area-steps, and plunge intothe dust-hole region beyond. But Bob had long practiced the keeping ofhis equilibrium, as the polished slat of the iron rail proved, and, instead of dashing out his brains on the stones, he reached the bottomwith a bound, and diving into the house, reappeared in a marvellouslyshort space of time at the front-door. 

"She's in the dining-room, Miss, " said Bob, making a rush at the folio, and feasting his eyes the while on the natty fur-trimmed jacket andlittle furry hat, whose hue harmonised admirably with the wavy darkbrown hair, neatly braided up beneath; for the visitor was remarkablywell-dressed, and her fresh young face set off everything so well thatno one thought of noticing that the dress had been turned, and that thejacket's rough exterior had certainly last winter been upon the otherside. 

Bob hurriedly closed the door, and ran into the chilly dining-room withthe folio, which he banged down on the table with--

"Here's Miss Heath, Miss;" and then darted out of the room, leaving thetwo girls face to face. "They don't like me to see 'em cuddling, " hesaid with a grin; and, urged by the enormous amount of vitality that wasin him, Bob bounded to the kitchen stairs to slide down, and, directlyafter, a gritty rubbing noise, made metrical to accompany the shrillwhistling of a tune, arose, the result of the fact that Bob Hartnup, thedoctor's boy, who clung to the house with the fidelity of a cat, wascleaning the knives. Bob's facts were correct, if unrefined inexpression, for the two girls flew to each other's arms, and as theykissed affectionately, each displayed tears in her eyes, while withoutrelinquishing hands, they sat down together near the window. 

"No news, Janet?" whispered Richmond. Her visitor shook her headslowly, gazing wistfully the while into her companion's eyes. 

"We must wait, Rich dear. Africa is a horribly great place, and someday we shall hear that he is coming back. "

Richmond Chartley made no reply, but sat gazing straight out through theuncleaned window, as if her large clear eyes were looking straight awayover the ocean in search of the man she loved. 

"Don't, don't, darling; don't look like that, " whispered the youngergirl. "Don't think all that again. It's cruel, it's wicked of them tohave said such things. He was too young, and strong, and brave to die. "

"Please God, yes!" said Richmond simply, but with a deep heart-stirringpathos in the tones of her rich voice. 

"And one of these days he'll come, dear, like the good prince in thefairy tale, all rich and handsome, as my darling brother always was, andmarry my own dear Rich, and make her happy again. "

"Please God, yes!" said Richmond once more; and this time there wasresignation, and despair so plainly marked that her companion flung herarms about her neck and began to sob. 

"Rich, dear Rich, don't, pray don't, or you'll drive me half mad. I'veall my lessons to give to-day. And my hand will tremble, and I shall beso unnerved that I can do nothing. "

"Janet dear, I try so hard not to despair, but the weary months roll by, and it is two years now since you have had a line. "

"Yes, but what of that? Perhaps he is where there are no post-offices, or perhaps he is not getting on; and, poor boy, he is too proud to writetill he is doing better. Why, he has only been away four years. "

"Four years!" said Richmond sadly; "is it only four years?"

"That's all, dear, though it has seemed like eight, and we will notdespair, even though it is so hard to bear. Why, Rich, I feel sometimeswhen I kneel down at night that if he were dead I should know it; hewould not let us go on suffering if it were so. "

"Janet dear, I feel sometimes as if it was wrong to have loved him. "

"What, dear Mark?"

"Yes. "

"Wrong? For shame! How could any girl who knew my darling old Mark asyou did help loving him?"

"But it made him dissatisfied. I was the cause of his going away. "

"That foolish thought again! You were not, dear. It would have beenthe same if he had loved any girl. He said that he would not ask anywoman to be his wife while he was tied down here without any prospects;and he went off to make his fortune, as many another brave youngEnglishman has gone before. "

"But I made him discontented, dear. "

"You made him behave nobly. Why, what other man would have said as hedid, `I hold you to no engagement. I ask nothing of you: I only tellyou that I love you with all my heart'?"

"`And some day I will return, '" said Richmond, in a low deep voice. 

"Yes, and some day he will return, dear: I do believe it, I _will_believe it, and--Oh, Rich, Rich, Rich, why, why are we such unhappygirls?"

It was the elder's turn now to try and comfort the younger, who hadburst into a passionate fit of weeping, so full of anguish that, atlast, Richmond raised her friend's hand, kissed it, and holding thebonny little head between her hands, she said, with almost motherlytenderness. 

"Janet, Hendon has been speaking to you again?"

There was no reply. 

"I knew it, " said Richmond half angrily. "It was thoughtless and cruelof him!"

"No, no, don't blame him, dear. No one could be more noble and moregood. You know how hard he works. "

"Yes, " said Richmond, with a sigh. 

"And if he is impatient with his home and your father, why, you mustrecollect that he is a man, and men are not meant to be patient andsuffering, like women. "

"He is too thoughtless, Janet, and--I don't like to say it of my ownbrother--too selfish. "

"No, no!" cried Janet, flushing. 

"Yes, dear, yes. Could he have had his way, you two would have been manand wife, and he half living on the earnings of these poor tiny littlehands. "

"I don't think he would have pressed me to it, Rich; and after all, itwas because he loved me so. "

"Yes, and would have taken advantage of your loneliness here in thisgreat cruel city, and dragged you down to poverty and misery such as Iam bearing now. Janet, Janet dear, I feel sometimes as if I cannot bearthis miserable degradation longer, and that all these troubles must be apunishment for my not telling my father about Mark. "

"Why, Rich, " said Janet, turning comforter once more, "what was there totell? You made no engagement. And look here, if so much trouble is tocome of love, why, you and I will take vows, and be single all our days. There, now, you look more like yourself; and I'm going to tell you mynews. "

"News?" cried Richmond, starting eagerly, and then looking sadly at herfriend. 

"Yes, two more pupils. I'm getting along famously now. And it doesmake me so happy and resigned. There, I must go, but--"

"You have something more to say to me?"

"Yes, only--there, I will be firm. Don't be angry with me, Rich dear, for I seem to have no one to care for here but you, and some day youshall pay me again, and I want you to borrow this. "

She slipped a tiny little purse into Richmond's hands, and then turnedscarlet, as she saw her companion's pallid face. 

"No, no, Janet, I could not: your little scraped together earnings. Pray don't speak to me like that again. "

"I must. I will!" cried the girl with passionate earnestness. "I don'twant it, dear, and it is only a loan. Do, do, pray take it. "

"I could not, " said Richmond, thrusting the purse into her friend'shand. 

"For Mark's sake, dear. "

"For Mark's sake!" faltered Richmond hoarsely. 

"Yes; how could I look him in the face again, if I had not behaved toyou as he bade me when we said good-bye on board the ship?"

"As he bade you?"

"Yes; to be as a sister to you always, and to look to you as a sisterfor help and comfort when I was in need. Yes, dear, for Mark's sake. "

For answer, Richmond Chartley took her friend once more in her arms, andkissed her, but only to press the purse back into her hand before goingwith her to the door, from which they both shrank on opening it, for aloud voice exclaimed, "Thank you! How do? Ah! Miss Chartley, is thedoctor within?"

CHAPTER THREE. 

THE DOCTOR AT HOME. 

"Yes, my father is at home, Mr Poynter, " said Richmond, speakingcalmly, and drawing back for the visitor to enter. 

Then to Janet, in a whisper. 

"Can you stay with me a few minutes?"

"I daren't, dear; I am late now, and--Yes, I understand. I will. "

It was Richmond's turn to display her firmness, and mastering a nervoustrepidation which she felt, she bent down, kissed her friend, and, witha meaning pressure of the hand, said "good-bye, " and ushered the freshvisitor, who was busily turning a crimson silk handkerchief round apainfully glossy hat, into the dining-room. 

"Thankye, " he said, sitting down, but jumping up again, and placinganother chair, "beg pardon, won't you sit down? I'm in no hurry if thedoctor's engaged. "

He nervously seized a very thick gold chain, and dragged a great goldwatch from his pocket to consult. 

"Eleven, " he said; "thought I'd come and see him as I went into theCity. Nothing the matter, much, but it's as well to see your medicalman. "

"I'll tell my father you are here, Mr Poynter. "

"No, don't hurry. I'm very busy at my place, but plenty of time. How'sHendon?"

"My brother is quite well. "

"Is he, now? That's right. Fine thing, good health, ain't it?"

"Of course, " said Richmond quietly. 

"Yes, of course; so it is, Miss Chartley. Hendon always seems to be afine strong fellow. I always liked him since I met him at a fellow'srooms. Not at home now?"

"Oh, no; he has gone on to the hospital. "

"Ah, yes. Feel sometimes as if I should go to the hospital. "

The visitor appeared to be a florid, strongly-built man, in the mostrobust health, save that probably a love of too many of the good thingsof this life had made its mark upon him. 

"I will tell my father you are here, " said Richmond again; and this timeshe escaped from the room, to come suddenly upon Bob outside, strikingan attitude indictive of a determination to crush the glossy hat leftupon the table in the hall; and so sudden was Richmond's appearance thatthe boy stood fast, as if struck with catalepsy, for a few secondsbefore he bethought himself of a way out of his difficulty, when, pretending to catch a fly which did not exist, he turned upon his heel, and beat an ignominious retreat to the lower regions. 

Dr Chartley's patient was no sooner left alone than he started up, andbegan smoothing his short, carefully-parted hair, took off a secondglove to display half a dozen jewelled rings, and wetting fingers andthumbs, he twirled the begummed points of his moustache, and fell into astate of agitation about the cut of his ultra-fashionably made clothes. 

He looked round in vain, for there was no looking-glass; still, he hadsome satisfaction, for he was able to see that his tightly-fittingpatent-leather boots were spotless, and that the drab gaiters with pearlbuttons were exactly in their places; though the largely-checkedtrousers he wore did give him trouble as to the exact direction theouter seams should take, whilst his sealskin vest would look spotty incertain lights. 

He was in the act of re-smoothing his hair when Richmond returned, and, hard City man as he was, he could not avoid an increase of depth in hiscolour as he saw that the handsome woman before him was watching himintently. 

"My father will come to you directly, Mr Poynter, " she said quietly. 

"Oh, all right; but don't let me drive you away, Miss Chartley. I don'tsee much society, and chat's pleasant sometimes, ain't it?"

"Of course, " said Richmond quietly; "but I thought my brother said youwere fond of society. "

"Fond of it? yes, of course, " said Poynter hastily; and he smoothed hisdouble fringe over his forehead again, where the hairdresser had cut itinto a pattern which he had assured him was in the height of fashion, but only with the result of making him look like butcher turnedbetting-man. "Yes, fond of it, " he said again, "and of course I can getplenty with fellows, but--er--ladies' society is what I like. "

James Poynter directed at Richmond a smiling leer, one which had provedvery successful at more than one metropolitan bar, where he had pavedthe way for its success with gifts of flowers and a cheap ring or two;but it was utterly lost here, for its intended recipient was lookinganother way, and as it faded from its inventor's face there was a blank, inane expression left, bordering upon the grotesque. 

"You should go more into ladies' society, then, Mr Poynter, as soon asyour health permits, " said Richmond, with provoking coolness. 

"Oh, I'm not ill, " he said hastily; and his forehead grew damp as hefloundered about, looking fishy now about the eyes and mouth, whichopened and shut at intervals, as if to give passage to words which nevercame. "Felt I was--er--little out of sorts, you know, and thought I'dsee the doctor. Let's see, I said so before, didn't I?"

"Yes, I think you did, Mr Poynter. Here is my father. "

There was a slight cough just then, the door opened, and the doctorentered, his bland, aristocratic presence contrasting broadly with thatof his patient. 

"Ah, Poynter, " he said, "good-morning. Don't go, my dear; Mr Poynterwill come into my consulting-room, I daresay. "

"Yes, of course, " cried the patient, shaking hands, and forgetting toleave off. "I shall--shall you?--good-morning, Miss Chartley. "

He released the doctor's hand, to turn and shake Richmond's which hepressed desperately, and then followed the bland, calm, stately doctorout of the room, when he caught up his hat savagely and ground his teethin the dark passage. 

"I feel just like a fool when I'm with her!" he said to himself. "Inever feel so anywhere else. And I ain't a fool. I should just like tosee the man who would say I was. "

The doctor led the way through the glazed door into the dim surgery, with its rows of bottles, and stoppered glass jars containing unpleasantlooking specimens preserved in spirits, all carefully labelled andinscribed in the doctor's own neat hand, but grown yellow with time; andas he closed the door after his patient, the latter's nostrils distendedslightly, and an air of disgust chased the inane look as he breathed theunpleasant medicinal druggy air. 

"I was just busy over my discovery, " continued the doctor blandly, "andI thought as a friend you would not mind coming here--it is theconsulting-room, my dear Poynter; and I could go on, and we could chatover your ailment the while. "

"Oh, it's all the same to me, " said Poynter; and, once out of Richmond'spresence, he seemed another being. Instead of carrying his glossy hatin his hand, he had resumed it, and wore it with a vulgar cock; hewalked with the swagger of the low-class City man; and his face shone ashe whisked out a second crimson silk handkerchief redolent of perfume, and blew his nose with a loud blast, which sounded defiant. 

"Here we are, " said the doctor, smiling at his patient, as if after along search he had found the ill which troubled him, and pulled it up bythe roots. "Take that chair, my dear Poynter, " he continued, pointingto one by the fire, where a bright copper kettle was on the hob, andclosing the door, while his patient took off his hat, glanced round theroom, and blew the dust off the top of a side table before depositingthereon his new head-covering. 

There was a litter on the table, a chemist's set of weights and scales, divers papers, a spatula, pestle and mortar of glass, toy-like in size, and a book with memoranda, and pen and ink. 

"Very busy, you see, Poynter; I've nearly completed my task, and in afew months, perhaps weeks, the medical world will be startled by mydiscovery. "

"What are you going to do with it when you've done?"

"Do with it?"

"Yes. Now, if I was you, I should say to a friend, `Lend me a thou. , 'and then take a little shop, put it up in bottles, with three-halfpennystamps, and advertise it well as the new patent medicine. "

"My dear Mr Poynter!"

"Hold hard, doctor, I haven't done, " he cried, speaking in a hard, browbeating manner, as if he were giving orders. "Give it a spankingname, `Heal-all, ' or `Cure all;' won't do to say Kill-all eh? Haw, haw, haw!"

He burst into a coarse, loud laugh, and the doctor sank back in hischair, with his brows twitching slightly. 

"Hold hard, I have it. Nothing like a good name for the fools whoswallow everything. Get something out of one of your Greek and Latinphysic-books--one of those words like hippocaustus or allegorus, orsomething they can't understand. "

"I do not quite see the force of your argument, my dear Mr Poynter, "said the doctor blandly. 

"Not see? Why, man, it would be patent medicine then, and no one couldtake it from you. Look at Hannodyne--good stuff, too, when you've got aheadache in the morning--Government stamp, to imitate which is forgery!"

"But still, I--"

"Don't see? Nonsense! Make a fortune. You want it. Patients prettyscarce, eh?"

He laughed again offensively, and the doctor winced, but kept up hisbland smooth smile. 

"And suppose I took your advice, my dear Poynter, where is the friend tolend me a thousand pounds?"

"Ah! where's the friend!" said Poynter, with a meaning look. "P'r'aps Iknow the friend, if things went as he wanted. "

The doctor's face changed slightly, but his visitor was too obtuse tosee it. 

"And would you suggest that I should--er--preside in the little shop andsell the allegorus?"

"Ah, that ain't a bad name, is it?" said Poynter, giving his head ashake in the stiff collar in which it rested as an egg does in a cup. "No, not you; not businesslike enough. Make Hendon do that. "

"Ah, " said the doctor slowly, as he took up the bottle, removed thestopper, and smelled the contents before moistening one finger andtasting it. 

"You'll end by poisoning yourself with that stuff, doctor, " saidPoynter, chuckling. 

"No, " he said blandly, "no, my dear James Poynter, no; it is alife-giver, not a destroyer. Now, if you were to take, say, twentydrops in water--"

"With sugar?" said Poynter, grinning. 

"Yes, with sugar, if you liked. There's no objection to flavouring thevehicle--water. "

"Vehicle--water? Why, I never heard of water being called a vehicle!Thought vehicle meant a carriage or trap. "

"In this case the water would be the vehicle, Poynter, and, as I wassaying, if you were to take twenty drops of this extract, or rather, compound, you would feel as if a new lease of life were beginning--thateverything looked brighter; that nerve and muscle were being strung up;your power of thought greater, and--try a little, my dear sir. "

"No, thankye, doctor; but if you've got a drop of brandy in the placeand a bottle of soda, you may make it more than twenty drops of that. "

"I have some brandy, " said the doctor, rising, "but no soda-water. Ican mix you a little soda and tartaric acid, though, in a glass ofwater, and it will have all the effect. "

James Poynter showed his great white teeth in a broad grin, threwhimself back in the patients' chair, and unhooking his watch-chain, began to swing round the big seal, pencil-case, and sovereign-pursewhich hung at the end. 

"No, thankye, doctor, " he said. "Let's have the brandy-and-water, andsugar purissima, as you folks call it now, and you can mix me up a tonicand send it on. "

"Certainly, my dear Poynter, certainly, " said the doctor, going to acloset, and taking out a spirit decanter, tumbler, and sugar, which heplaced upon the stained green-baize table-cover, smilingly looking onafterwards with a little bright copper kettle in his hand as his visitorpoured out liberally into his glass. 

"All right, eh, doctor?" said the young man, looking up in the bland, smooth face, with a good many wrinkles about his right eye. 

"I--er--do not understand you. "

"Brandy all right? No pilly-coshy or anything of that sort in it? Fillright up. "

"No, " said the doctor, smiling. "It's the best brandy, and I'll take alittle with you. "

He filled up his guest's glass, and then smilingly took a second tumblerfrom the cupboard, and mixed himself a draught. 

"Yes, not bad brandy, doctor, but wants age, " said Poynter, rinsing hismouth with the hot spirit and water, as if he had been cleaning histeeth. "Now, I have a few dozen of a fine old cognac in my cellar thatwould give this fifty in a hundred, and lick it hollow. "

Perhaps to be expressive, Mr James Poynter shuffled his shouldersagainst the cushion of the chair and licked his lips, ending with afish-like smack. 

"Let me send you a dozen, doctor. "

"No, no, my dear sir. I did not know you were in the wine and spirittrade. "

"Stuff and nonsense!"

"And I could not afford--"

"Yah! Who asked you to? I meant as a present. Wine and spirit trade, indeed! Hang it! Do I look like a publican?"

Dr Chartley told an abominable lie, for if ever man, from the crown ofhis pomatumed head, down over his prominent nubbey forehead, small eyes, prominent cheekbones, unpleasant nose, and heavy jaw, to the toes of hisboots, looked like a fast, race-attending licenced victualler, it wasJames Poynter. 

Dr Chartley said, in answer to the indignant question, "No. "

"Humph!" ejaculated the visitor, mollifying himself with a large draughtof brandy-and-water. "I should think not, indeed. I shall send you adozen of that brandy. "

"No, no, I beg!" said the doctor earnestly; and his white foreheadpuckered up. 

"Yes, I shall. May I smoke?"

"Certainly--certainly. "

A very large, well-filled cigar case was already in the visitor's hands. 

"Take one. "

"No, thanks. I never smoke. "

"Never mind, Hendon does. Here, I shall leave those six for him. "

"I really would rather you did not, Poynter; indeed I would. "

"Get out? What's the good of having these things if some one else don'tenjoy 'em too? Make Hendon a bit more civil to me. He is so jolly--sojolly--what do you call it?--soopercilious with me. Because I'm not adoctor, I suppose. There's half a dozen good ones for him when he comesin. Now then, doctor, go ahead. Want to see my tongue?"

"No--no, " said the doctor; "the look of your eye is sufficient, MrPoynter. It is much clearer. Felt any more of the chest symptoms?"

"No, not so much of them; but I don't sleep as I should: feverish andtossy--spend half my nights punching my pillow. "

"Have you given up the suppers?"

"Well, not quite. You see a man can't drop everything. I know a lot ofmen, and one's obliged, you see, to do as they do. But now look here;doctor. You've been treating me these three months. "

"Dear me! is it so long as that?"

"More. You've poked my chest about, and listened to my works, and givenme all sorts of stuff to take, and told me to eat this and drink that, and now I suppose you think I'm sound, wind and limb?"

"Certainly, my dear sir, certainly. I told you so at the first, andthat no treatment was necessary. "

"Yes, yes, all right; but I'd got to be a bit nervous doctor, and now, as I say, you think me sound, wind and limb?"

"Quite. "

"Then you'll agree, won't you?"

"Agree?" said the doctor, looking over the glasses he had put on whencommencing to be professional. 

"Yes. I'm as good a man as there is at Mincing Lane over a tea bargain;but a job like this knocks the wind out of me, makes me feel a damagedlot where the sea-water's got in, or a Maloo mixture. Can't do it: butyou understand. "

"Really, Mr Poynter, I--"

"Now don't run away, doctor; don't, please. I'm a warm man, and I'mgetting warmer. My house is tip-top. I gave two-fifty for the piano, Idid, 'pon my soul, and fifty apiece for the cut-glass chandies in thedrawing-room. There ain't a better garden in Sydenham. You're willing, ain't you?"

"Do you mean--"

"Yes, that's it. Say the word. There, I've loved her ever since Ifirst saw her. And situated as you are, doctor--"

"Mr Poynter. "

"No offence meant--far from it; but of course I can't help seeing howthings are. Come, you'll give your consent, and get hers, and I'll makesettlements--anything you like. You shall come and have a bit o' dinnerwith us every Sunday, and a glass o' real port wine; and if you'd ratherhave a cab to come home, why, there you are. Come, there's my hand. Where's yours?"

"Do I understand--"

"Stop a moment, doctor. Of course you'll attend us, whether we're illor whether we ain't. Keep us in order, like; and as to your fees, why, I ask you now, as a man, what is a fee to me?"

"Mr Poynter!"

"One moment, doctor. I don't say anything about a brougham. If MissRichmond--I say, doctor, what made you call her Richmond and himHendon?"

"A foolish whim--eccentricity, " said the doctor coldly. "One child wasborn on the North Road, the other at the pretty old place on the southwest. "

"I see. Well, as I was saying, if Miss Richmond likes it to be abrougham, either the real thing, or on the job, she has only got tospeak, and it's lies. "

"Am I to understand, Mr Poynter, that this is a formal proposal for mydaughter's hand?"

"That's it. How you can put it, doctor! You're right; it is, andthere's my hand. "

"Mr Poynter, " said the doctor, drawing himself up in his chair, andwithout taking the extended hand, "that is a matter upon which I am notprepared to speak. "

"Why, you're her father, ain't you?"

"Does my daughter sanction this?"

"Well--er--yes--no--hardly, because I've never put it to her plump. Butyou know what women are--sealskins, a carriage, bit o' jewellery, _and_their own way. Why, of course she does; did you ever know a woman asdidn't want to marry? They often say so, but--you know. There, say theword: I'll just go in and see her, and it'll be a good job for all ofus, and I shall go away with the day fixed. "

"No, Mr Poynter, " said the doctor gravely; "I have been a medical manfor thirty years--a great student, but I must frankly confess that I do_not_ know what women are. As to my daughter, she is of an age to judgefor herself, and when she accepts a man for her husband--"

"I say, hold hard; there's nothing on, is there?"

"You have told me that you love my child. "

"Like all that, doctor. But you know what I mean: old lover, priorattachment, and that sort of thing. "

"As far as I know, there has never been any attachment. Richmond is notlike most girls. "

"Right doctor. She isn't. That fetched me. Why, in her plain shabbythings--"

The doctor winced. "She knocks my sister into fits, and Lyddy spendstwo-fifty a year in dressmaking and millinery, without countingjewellery and scent. "

"I may say, " continued the doctor, "that my daughter has always devotedherself to her brother and me. "

"Oh, yes, doctor, I've spotted that, " said the visitor, smokingfuriously. 

"And I have never seen any sign of an attachment. I once thought thatthere was a liking between her and young Mark Heath. "

"What, brother to that Miss Janet who comes here?" cried Poyntereagerly. 

"The same; but that was years ago. "

"And he's abroad, isn't he?"

"He went to the Cape--to seek his fortune, " said the doctor gravely;"but he has not been heard of now for two years. "

"Dead, safe!" said Poynter, drawing a breath full of relief. 

"I'm afraid so. "

"Afraid?"

"It would be sad if the young man had ended his career like that. "

"Of course. But they weren't engaged?"

"Certainly not, Mr Poynter. "

"And you've no objection to me, doctor?"

"N-no--I--that is, Mr Poynter, I look upon this as a matter for mydaughter to decide. "

"Of course, doctor. Well, I'll just finish my cigar and grog, and thenI'll go and put it to her, plump and plain; and, as I said before, it'llbe a fine day's work for us all. "

The doctor sighed. 

"I say, you know, " continued his visitor, with the wrinkles coming abouthis eyes, "it was all a dodge of mine. "

"I beg your pardon. "

"There wasn't anything the matter with me when I came. "

"Nothing whatever, " said the doctor, nodding acquiescence. 

"What! you knew that?"

"Of course I did. I looked upon it as all imaginary. "

"But you took the fees, doctor?" said the young man, laughing. 

"You took up my time. "

"But I say, doctor, isn't that too bad?"

"Not at all. My dear sir, the medical profession. Won't I be a poorone if we had no patients with imaginary ills. We treat them; theythink we do them good; and they grow better. Surely we earn our fees. "

"Oh, but, doctor, " said the young man jocularly, "why not honestly tellthem they are all right, instead of taking their coin?"

"Because if we did they would not believe us, and would go to some othermedical man. "

"Then you knew I was all right?"

"Certainly I did. "

"And made me up that wretched physic to take. "

"You would not have been satisfied without. "

"Ah, well, " said the young man, with a chuckle which resulted in hiswiping his eyes with his highly scented handkerchief, "I never took adrop. "

"I know that too, " said the doctor. 

"Ah, well; we understand one another now, and I'd better go. "

James Poynter, however, seemed to be in no hurry to go, but sipped hisbrandy-and-water, smoked his cigar down to the throwing-away length, andthen brought out from his vest-pocket an amber and meerschaummouthpiece, tipped with gold, into which he fitted the wet end of thecigar, and smoked till he could smoke no longer, when he rose, flush-faced, and with the dew upon his forehead. 

"I suppose I must go and get it done, doctor, " he said; "but it's rathera--well, it makes a man feel--I say, doctor, what is there in a prettywoman that makes a man feel half afraid of her, like?"

"I told you, Mr Poynter, a short time back, that I did not understandwomen, " said the doctor gravelly. "I cannot tell. Say Nature'sheaven-gift for her defence. "

"Humph!" said Poynter, staring. "I say, doctor--cigar, you know. Couldyou give a fellow a mouthful of something that would take the taste outof one's mouth? Going to see a lady. "

"Try cold water, " said the doctor, in a tone of voice which sounded likethrowing that fluid upon he young man's hopes; but he had so much faithin himself that the verbal water glanced from his fine feathers, andafter rinsing his mouth, he shook hands clumsily, intending to leave thedoctor's fee within his palm, but managed to drop the more valuable ofthe two coins on the edge of the fender, when it flew beneath the grate, and had to be fished out with the tongs. 

"Dodgy stuff, money, doctor, " said Poynter, setting down the fire-iron, and blowing the coin. 

"Don't take all that trouble, pray. "

"Oh, it's no trouble, doctor. I was never above picking up a sov. There, don't you come. I know my way;" and he left the consulting-roomto go into the house and learn his fate. 

"Brute!" said the doctor, with a look of disgust, as he sank into hischair. "Why is Fate so unfair with her gold! I thought as much, butRichmond will say _no_. "

"Old lunatic!" said James Poynter, with his fat upper lip curling indisgust, as his eyes lit on the row of glass jars with their ghastlycontents. "Once I get my lady home, I don't mean to see much of him. Here, boy, " he said, as he reached the hall, and so suddenly that therewas nearly a serious accident, for Bob was coming down the balustradefrom the first floor, gliding upon the central part of his person witharms and legs extended--taking hold having grown common. 

The sharp "Here, boy!" so startled him that he overbalanced himself, went right over, but caught at the upright spindly bars, and so farsaved himself that he came down upon his feet in a couple ofsomersaults, recovering himself directly, and coming forward with a grinupon his bloodless face, as if the feat had been intended. 

"Ah, you'll break your neck some day. Here's a shilling for you. Takeme into Miss Chartley at once. "

Bob bit the coin, and slipped it into his pocket before he replied, "Gone out. "

"Gone out? Will she be long?"

"Dessay she'll be hours, sir. "

James Poynter stamped with his foot, and muttered somethingunparliamentary. 

"Tell Miss Chartley, " he said. "No, don't tell her anything. Here, letme out. "

Bob ran to the ponderous old door, and stood holding it open with hiseyes glittering as he stared at the visitor, till he had hurried outwith his hat set very much on one side, and walked sharply away. 

"Thought he'd want the bob again, " said the boy. "Just do for the oldgal. Well, I'm blessed!"

This last consequent upon his catching sight of a shabby-looking figurein black, with a damaged bonnet, and a weirdly dissipated look, risingslowly into sight up the area-steps, and then coming out of the creakinggate to the boy, who grew more serious the nearer the figure came. 

It was not a pleasant face to look upon, for it was not over-clean; theblack and grey hair was ill-arranged, and the eyes that shone above theflushed cheeks belied the woman sadly if they did not tell the truthabout potations. 

"Why, Bob, my darling, " she said, with an exaggerated fawning smile, "and how is my bonny boy?"

"Here stow that, mother, " cried the lad, struggling from an embrace. "Don't! Can't yer see I've been brushing my hair?"

"Yes, and it looks beautiful, ducky. I've been knocking ever so long atthe hairy door, and that fine madam saw me, and wouldn't let me in. "

"No; she says I ain't never to let you in no more. "

"Not let me in no more to see my own boy?"

"No; she says you took some fresh butter last time you was here, and yousha'n't come. "

"Then you sha'n't stay, Bob; I'll take you away, my darling. Oh, it's awicked, cruel world!"

"Here, I say, mother, stow that. Whatcher want?"

"What, my darling? Yes, that's it: want--staring want; but you sha'n'tstay here. "

"Get out. I shall. "

"No, you sha'n't, you ungrateful boy. I won't be separated from my ownchild. Bob dear, have you got any money?"

"Eh?"

"Anybody give you anything?" whined the woman. "There ain't beennothing pass my lips this blessed day. "

"Oho! what a wunner!" cried the boy. "Why, I can smell yer. "

"No, no, my dear; that's Mrs Billson as you can smell. I've beentalking to her, and she drink 'orrid. Ain'tcher got a few pence foryour poor lone mother, who's ready to break her heart sometimes becauseshe's parted from her boy?"

"Will you go away if I give you something?"

"Go away? Oho!" whined the woman, wiping off a maudlin tear with theend of her shawl. 

"Here, I say, don't cry on the front-doorsteps. Come down in the hairy, where nobody can't see you. "

"Driven away by my own boy! Oho, oho!"

"'Tain't my fault. Doctor said you wasn't to come, and if you did he'dsend me away. "

"Then come home, Bob, to your poor heartbroken mother. "

"Walker!" cried the boy. "Why yer ain't got no home to give a chap. "

"No home?"

"Well, I don't call that a home, living up in a hattic along o' oldMother Billson. "

"Oh, you ungrateful boy! Ain't it enough for me to have come down sothat I'm obliged to see my own son in liveries, without him turningagainst me. "

"Who's a-turning again you? Don't cry, I tell yer, " he said, angrilystamping a foot. 

"Then you shall come home. "

"Sha'n't. I ain't going to leave the doctor and Miss Rich for nobody, so there. "

"Ugh, you viper!"

"Here, stow that. Who's a viper? See what they've done for me when Iwas runned over. Why, if it hadn't been for Miss Rich a-nussing of mewhen you was allus tipsy, you wouldn't have had no boy at all, only adead 'un berrid out at Finchley along o' the old man. "

"Ah, you wicked ungrateful little serpent! They've been setting youagain' your poor suffering mother. "

"Stow that, I say. You'll have the doctor hear you if you don't bequiet. "

"I won't be quiet, you wicked, wicked--"

"Look here! If you don't hold your row, I won't give you the bob andtwo coppers I've got for you. "

"Have you got some money for your poor mother, then?"

"I've got a bob a gent give me, and twopence, my half of what we got forthe bones me and 'Lisbeth sold. "

"Ah? I'm a poor suffering woman, and I do say things sometimes as Idon't mean, " whined the wretched creature. "Give me the money, dear, and let me go. "

"If I give it to yer, you won't say no more about my coming away?"

"No, dear; I only want to see you happy. "

"Well, there, then, " he said, giving her the coins; "and, I say--"

"Yes, my precious. "

"You ain't to spend none of it in gin. "

"Gin? Oh, no, my dear. "

"Get some pudding out of Holborn, and a saveloy; and, I say, mother, getyourself a bit o' tea. "

"Yes, my darling. "

"And don't let Mrs Billson gammon you into lending her none of it. "

"No, my dear. And there, good-bye, Bob; be a good boy. I won't comewherriting of you no more'n I can help. "

The miserable object, from whom out of compassion Richmond Chartley hadrescued the boy, shuffled along the street to the nearest public-house, to buy more plus spirit with which to attack her miserable minus spirit, with the result that, as a mathematical problem, one would kill theother as sure as Fate. 

Meanwhile Bob stood on the step watching her. 

"Wonder whether the old gal does like me? Somehow she allus goes assoon as she gets all a chap's got. Now she'll go and have a drop. Sheallus does when she says she won't. "

"Bob! you Bob!" came in a shrill voice from the kitchen stairs. 

"Can't you see I'm a-coming?" cried the boy; and hurriedly closing thedoor, he returned to his work. 

CHAPTER FOUR. 

PUBLIC OPINION ON CURRENT EVENTS. 

These was a desperate scuffle going on round the corner as HendonChartley came by one day, and he would have passed on without seeing it, only that his English blood was stirred at the way in which the oddswere all on one side--four boys being engaged in pummelling one who, inspite of the thrashing he was getting, fought on boldly, till, with acouple of sharp cuts of his cane, Hendon settled two of the combatants, when the other two ran away. 

"Thankye, sir. "

"You young dog, is it you?" cried Hendon. 

"Yes, sir; and I should ha' licked all on 'em if you hadn't come. "

"Why, you ungrateful young rascal, be off back and wash your face. Lookhere: I'll have you turned away. "

"No, sir; please, sir, don't, sir. I couldn't help it, sir, I wasobliged to fight, sir; I was indeed, sir. Oh, don't, sir; you hurts!"

Hendon listened to no remonstrance, but catching the boy by the collarhe thrust him back till he reached the door, which he opened with hislatch-key, and, bundling the boy in, sent him staggering along the hallas he closed the door, and went on once more. 

"Yah! who cares for you?" cried the boy angrily; and then hiscountenance changed, and he broke into a smile as he found himself faceto face with Rich. 

"Why, Bob, " she exclaimed, "what is the matter?"

"I couldn't help it, Miss. Mr Hendon shoved me in like that. I meantto come in by the area. "

"But why did he bring you back like that? Did he know where you hadbeen?"

"Oh, no, Miss! I never tells anybody where I'm going with a note foryou; not even Mr Poynter, Miss. Here's the letter; and Miss Heath saidI was to give her love to you, and she hadn't been because she was sobusy. "

Bob drew a letter from his pocket, and as he did so made upon it an uglymark. 

"Why, Bob, your hand's bleeding!"

"Is it, Miss? Oh, ah! so it is. That ain't nothink. "

"You are all over mud, too. Have you met with an accident again?"

The boy's lips parted to say "_Yes_, " but as he gazed up into the clearsearching eyes which looked down so kindly into his, he shook his head. 

"No, Miss, " he said boldly. 

"Why, Bob, you have not been fighting?"

"I didn't want to fight, Miss; but what's a chap to do?"

"Surely not fight when he is sent on an errand, " said Rich severely. 

"I didn't want to fight, " said the boy again: "but I was fighting, andMr Hendon ketched me. "

"I'm afraid, Bob, I shall be obliged to speak to my father, and have yousent away. "

"No, no! don't do that, Miss; please don't. I will be so very useful, and I will do everythink 'Lisbeth tells me. Don't send a feller away. "

"We cannot keep a boy who behaves so badly, " continued Rich, who wastrying to hide being amused and pleased at the boy's affectionateearnestness. 

"Then I won't fight no more, " said Bob. "But you don't know what it is, Miss. You don't know how the fellers tease yer. They're allers at yer. Soon as yer goes down the street, some one shouts `Bottles!' Jestbecause I takes out the physic. I should jest like to make some on 'emtake it. I'd give 'em a dose. "

"But, Bob, you ought to be too sensible to take any notice about a rudeboy calling you names. "

"So I am, Miss, " cried the boy, "ever so much. I never did nothing tillthey began on the doctor. "

"Began on the doctor?"

"Yes, Miss; saying all sorts o' things about him. I shouldn't like totell you what. "

"And I should not like to hear, Bob, " said Rich gravely, as she wentup-stairs; while after waiting till he heard a door close, Bob wentcautiously into the surgery, crept to the door of the consulting-room, and listened to find out whether the doctor was there, and finding himabsent, the boy went nimbly to the nest of drawers, opened one, and tookout a pair of scissors before lifting a tin case from a corner--a casewhich looked like the holder of a map. 

Bob removed the lid, drew out a roll of diachylon, and after cutting offa strip, he replaced the lid and scissors, and descended to the kitchen, where Elizabeth was peeling potatoes, and making the droning noise whichshe evidently believed to be a song. 

"Look ye here!" cried the boy, triumphantly showing his bleedingknuckles. 

Elizabeth uttered a faint cry. 

"Why, you've been fighting!" she cried. "Oh, you bad wicked boy!"

"So are you, " cried Bob tauntingly: "you'd fight if the chaps served youas they did me, and said what they did about the doctor. "

"What did they say?" said the girl, giving her nose a rub as if to makeit more plastic. 

"You bathe them cuts nistely and put some sticking-plaister on, and I'lltell you. "

Elizabeth set down the potato basin, wiped her hands, and after fillinga tin bowl full of cold water, and fetching a towel, she tenderly bathedthe boy's dirty injured hands. 

"Now tell me what they said about the doctor, " she said coaxingly. 

"Why, they gets saying things to try and get me took away. My old womandon't like me stopping. "

"She's a dreadful old creature, " said Elizabeth angrily, "and I won'thave her here. "

"So's your old woman a dreadful old creature, " retorted Bob, "and Iwon't have her here. "

"My mother's been dead ten years, " said Elizabeth, battling with anobstinate bit of mud, "and I won't have you speak to me in that impudentway. "

"Then you leave my poor old woman alone. "

"You let her stop away instead of always coming down them area-steps, and you encouraging her. "

"That I don't, so come now. She's my old woman and I'm very fond onher, but I wish she wouldn't come. She allus comes when I'm busy. "

"And she ought to be very glad you are here. "

"But she ain't. She says doctors are bad 'uns. And that they do allsorts o' things as they oughtn't to. She was in the orspittle once, andshe said it was horrid, and if she hadn't made haste and got well they'dhave 'sected her. "

"Lor!" said Elizabeth, drying the boy's hands with a series of gentlepats of the towel. 

"And she says she knows the doctor does them sort o' things on the sly, and that she shall take me away, and I don't want to go. "

"Well, that didn't make you fight, did it?"

"Yes, it did, now. I was going to tell you, on'y you're in such ahurry, I went to take a letter for Miss Rich this morning, and as I wascoming back, I meets mother, and she was asking me if I'd got any--"

"Money?" said Elizabeth promptly. 

"Well, s'pose she did? If your mother warn't dead, and hadn't anymoney, p'raps if she met you in the street she'd ask you for money. Then how would you like it if four chaps come and said, `Hallo, Bottles, how many dead 'uns have you got in the dust-hole?'"

"Lor! did they say that?" said Elizabeth, squeezing the boy's hand inthe interest she took. 

"I say don't! You hurt. Here, cut up some o' that dacklum and warm it, and stick it on. Then one on 'em said he looked through the keyhole oneday, and saw the doctor sharpening his knife; and that set mother offcrying, and she sets down on a doorstep, and goes on till she made mewild; and the more she cried and said she'd take me away the more theydanced about, and called me body-snatcher. "

"How awful!" said Elizabeth, holding a strip of diachylon at the end ofthe scissors to warm at the fire. 

"But I got the old woman off at last for twopence, and soon as she'dgone I was coming home, and I met them four again, and they began at meonce more. "

"Did they, though?" said Elizabeth. 

"Yes, and I pitched into 'em: and so would any one, I say. Why, it'senough to make the old woman fetch me away. I say, Liz, you don't wantme to go, do you?"

"Indeed, but I do, sir. "

"No, you don't. I say, Liz, I'm so precious hungry. Got anything togive a fellow?"

"No. You took out two slices of bread and dripping to eat as you went. "

Bob nodded. 

"Why you never went and give them to that old woman, did you?"

"Ah, your mother's been dead ten years, " said Bob sententiously. "S'pose I did give it to her? It was mine, and I wasn't obliged to eatit, was I? Thankye, that'll do. "

Bob patted the plaister down on his knuckles, and had reached thekitchen door, when Elizabeth of the smudgy face called him by name, and, with as near an approach to a smile as she could display, showed him apiece of pudding on the cupboard shell. 

"And you said you wanted me to go, " said Bob, with his mouth full, aftera busy pause; "but I know'd you didn't mean it. I say, Liz, is that biggent with the rings and chains and shiny hat going to marry Miss Rich?"

"I don't know, " said Elizabeth, suddenly growing deeply interested. "Why?"

"Because he's always coming to see the doctor, and whenever I let him inhe asks me where Miss Rich is, and gives me something. "

"Lor!"

"Yes, and he looks at her so. "

"Do he, now? And what does Miss Rich say?"

"Oh, she only talks to him about its being fine or rainy, and as if shedidn't want to stop in the room. "

"Then she is, " said Elizabeth triumphantly. 

"Is? Is what?"

"Going to marry him. That's the proper way to a lady to behave. "

"Oh!" said Bob shortly, and a curious frown came over his countenance. "I don't like him, somehow. I wish one didn't want money quite so bad. "

Bob went up-stairs, and the place being empty he shut himself up in thesurgery, to indulge in a morbid taste for trying flavour or odour ofeverything in the place, and fortunately so far without fatal or evendangerous results. 

After a time he had a fit, and prescribed for himself _Syrup Aurantii_--so much in cold water, leaving himself in imagination in the chair whilehe mixed the medicine, and going back to the chair to take it. Afterrecovering from his imaginary fit, he spelled over a number of the_Lancet_, dwelling long over in account of an operation of a novel kind;and ending by standing upon a chair and carefully noting the contents ofthe doctor's glass jars of preparations, which he turned round and roundtill he was tired, and came down, to finish the morning by helpinghimself to about a teaspoonful of chlorate of potassium, which he placedin his trousers-pocket, not from any intention of taking it to purifyhis blood, but to drop in pinches in the kitchen fire and startleElizabeth. 

"Teach her not to say things agen my old woman, " said Bob. "Just as ifshe can help being old!"

CHAPTER FIVE. 

A SISTER'S TRIAL. 

"Don't ask questions. There's the money; take it. You don't think Istole it, do you?"

"Stole it, Hendon dear? No, of course. How can you talk so?"

"Then, why don't you take it?"

"Because, as your sister, I think I have a right to know whence itcomes. "

"And, as your brother, seeing how we live here, in everybody's debt, Idon't think you need be so jolly particular. "

"However poor we are, Hendon, we need not lose our self-respect. "

"Self-respect! How is a man to have self-respect, without a penny inhis pocket?"

"You just showed me pounds. "

"Yes, now. "

"How did you come by it, Hendon?"

"Don't ask, " he cried impatiently. "Take it, and pay that poor girlsome wages on account, and give young Bob a tightener. Don't be sosqueamish, Rich. "

"I will not take the money. You deceived me once before. "

"Well, if I'd told you I won it at pool you wouldn't have taken it. "

"No, " said Rich firmly, "I would sooner have lived on dry bread. Thismoney, then, is part of some gambling transaction?"

"It isn't. "

"Then how did you come by it?"

"Well, then, if you will have it, Poynter lent it to me. "

"Oh, Hendon, Hendon, has it come to this?" cried Richmond piteously. 

"Yes, it has. What is a fellow to do? Home's wretched; one never has ashilling. The guvnor's mad over his essence, as he calls it, and Ibelieve, if he saw us starve, he would smile and sigh. "

"No, no. He is so intent upon his discovery, that he does not realiseour position. "

"His discovery! Bah! Lunacy! There isn't a fellow at Guy's whowouldn't laugh at me if I told him what the guvnor does. Rich, oldgirl, I'm sick of it! It was madness for me to go through all thistraining, when I might have been earning money as porter or a clerk. Everything has been swallowed up in the fees. Why, if Jem Poynterhadn't come forward like a man, and paid the last--"

"What?"

"Well, what are you shouting at?"

"Did Mr Poynter pay your last fees at Guy's?"

"Of course he did. Do you suppose the money was caught at the bottom ofa spout after a shower?"

"Hendon, dear Hendon!"

"There, it's no use to be so squeamish. If those last hadn't been paid, it would have been like throwing away all that had been paid before. "

"I did not know of this--I did not know of this!"

"Don't, don't, dear! I couldn't help it. I used to feel as bad as youdo; but this cursed poverty hardens a man. I fought against it; butPoynter was always after me, tempting me, standing dinners when I was ashungry as a hound; giving me wine and cigars. He has almost forcedmoney on me lots of times; and at--at other times--when I've had a fewglasses--I haven't refused it. It's all Janet's fault. "

"Hendon!"

"Well, so it is!" cried the young fellow passionately. "If she hadn'tthrown me over as she did--"

"To save you from additional poverty. "

"No, it didn't; it made me desperate, and ready to drink when a chaplike Poynter was jolly, and forced champagne on me. I was as proud asyou are once, but my pride's about all gone!"

"Hush! I will not hear you speak like that, Hendon, my own darlingbrother! For Janet's sake--"

"She's nothing to me now. I was thrown over for some other fellow. "

"How dare you, sir! You know it is not true! Dear Janet! Workingdaily like a slave, and offering me her hard earnings when we were sopressed. "

"Did she--did she?" cried Hendon excitedly, and with his pale faceflushing up. 

"There, " cried Richmond half-laughingly, half-scornfully, "confess, sir, that a lying spirit was on your lips. Say you believe that of Janet andthat you do not still love her, if you dare!"

Hendon Chartley let his head fall into his hands, and bent down, withhis shoulders heaving with the emotion he could not conceal, while hissister bent over him and laid her hand upon his head. 

He started up at her touch, seized and kissed her hand, and then, goingto the side of the room, he laid his arm against the panel and his browupon it, to stand talking there. 

"I can't help it, Rich dear, " he groaned; "I feel like a brute beastsometimes, and as if I can never look her in the face again. I'vedrunk; I've gone wild in a kind of despair; and Poynter seems to havebeen always by me to egg me on, and get me under his thumb. "

"My own brother!"

"Don't touch me, dear. I can't stop here. I'll do as Mark Heath did, and if Janet'll wait, perhaps some day I may come back to her a betterman, and she may forgive me. "

There was a pause. 

"I don't believe anything of her but what is good and true; God blessher for a little darling--Why, Rich!"

He turned sharply, for a low moan had escaped his sister, and he foundthat she had sunk into a chair, and was sobbing bitterly, with her facein her hands. 

"Rich darling, I did not mean it. What have I said?"

"Nothing, nothing, dear; only you--you must not leave me. "

"But Mark Heath--Ah! what a fool I am!" he cried, catching his sister inhis arms. "I did not think what I was saying; and, Rich dear, hold up, I don't believe the dear old boy is dead. "

"Hush, Hendon dear, " said Richmond, mastering her emotion; "I want--Iwant to talk to you about Mr Poynter. "

"Yes, all right. Sit down, dear, and I won't be such a fool. "

"You must not leave me. "

"I won't. I'll stop and fight it out like a man. And as for JamesPoynter, I wish I hadn't let him pay those rates. "

"What?"

"I didn't like to tell you, but I let out to him about the gas and waterand the rest of it, and next day he gave me all the receipts. It wasone night after I'd dined with him at his club, and I was a bit primed. I thought it was very noble of him then, but when I saw it all I didnothing but curse and swear. It was nearly the death of a patient atGuy's, for I forget what I was about. Hang it, Rich dear! don't look sowhite as that. "

"I--I was wondering why we had not been troubled more, " she stammered;and then, with her face flushing, she turned fiercely upon her brother. 

"Hendon, " she cried, "do you know what this means?"

There was utter silence, and Hendon Chartley turned his face away. 

"I say, do you know what this means? Hendon, speak?"

"Yes. "

It was slowly and unwillingly said. 

"And you have encouraged this man to make advances to the woman yourbest friend--almost your brother--loved?"

"Oh, Rich!"

"Speak. "

"No, no! I never encouraged him. I fought against it, and it has mademe half mad when the great vulgar boor has sat talking about you, anddrinking your health and praising you. Rich, I tell you I've feltsometimes as if I could smash the champagne bottle over his thick skullfor even daring to think about you. "

"And yet you have let him do all this!" cried Richmond, with her eyesflashing. "Hendon--brother, for the sake of this man's money and thecomforts it would bring, do you wish to see me his wife?"

"Damn it, no! I'd sooner see you dead!" cried the young manpassionately. "Say the word, old girl, and I'll fight for you as abrother should. I'll half-starve myself but what I'll get on, and paythat thick-skinned City elephant every penny I've had. "

"And some day Janet shall put her arms round your neck, and tell youthat you are the best and truest boy that ever lived. "

"Ah! some day, " said Hendon sadly. 

"Yes, some day, " cried Rich, clasping him in her arms. "Hendon dear, you've made me strong where I felt very, very weak, and now we can joinhands and fight the enemy to the very last. "

"When old Mark shall come back. "

"Hush!"

"No, I'll not hush! When dear old Mark shall come back, and all thesetroubles be like a dream. "

Richmond looked up with a sad smile in her brother's face, and kissedhim once again. 

"And Janet--" he said hoarsely, after he had returned her caress. 

"Is acting as a true woman should. Take her as a pattern, dear, andshow some self-denial. "

"Why not take you, Rich?" he said kindly as he gazed in the sweetcareworn face before him. "There, I won't ask you to have the money. I'm off; if I stop here longer I shall be acting like a girl. As forPoynter, if he comes and pesters you--"

"Mr Poynter will not come, " said Richmond, drawing herself up proudly. "He has acted like a coward to us both. "

"One moment, Rich, " said Hendon eagerly: "do you think--the governor--"

"Has taken money from him? No. "

"Thank God!"

"My father, whatever his weakness, is a true gentleman at heart. Hewould not do this thing. "

Hendon advanced a step to take his sister in his arms, but in his eyesthen she wore so much the aspect of an indignant queen that he raisedher thin white hand to his lips instead, and hurried from the house. 

CHAPTER SIX. 

THE SURGERY IMP. 

Dr Chartley sat in his consulting-room, with a glass jar, retort, receiver, and spirit-lamp before him. The lamp was on the table, andmade with its shaded light and that of the fire a pleasant glow, whichtook off some of the desolation of the bare consulting-room on thatbitter night. 

He had been busy over his discovery, and confessed that it was not sofar advanced as he could wish. 

"There is a something wanting, " he had muttered more than once; and, wearied at last, he was thinking more seriously than usual of his son, of Richmond, and of James Poynter. 

"It would place her above the reach of want, " he said dreamily; "shewould be happy if anything befell me. Yes, money is a power, and we arenow so poor, so poor, that life seems to have become one bitterstruggle, in which I am too weak to engage. "

He sighed, and rose, walked into the miserably cold surgery, where Bobwas diligently polishing the front out of the nest of drawers containingdrugs, and having threads of cotton from the ragged duster hanging uponthe broken knobs. 

"Good boy--good industrious boy, " said the doctor, patting his headgently, before taking up a little graduated glass, pouring in a smallquantity from a bottle at the top of the shelves, and after turning itinto a medicine glass, he filled up with water and drank it. 

Bob took the glass the doctor handed to him, smiling. 

"Good for a weary troubled old man, boy, " he said, "but it will killyou. Don't touch--don't touch--don't touch. "

He nodded and went back into the consulting-room, to compose himselfupon the couch for his evening sleep, which he took according to custom, and from which he awoke refreshed and ready to work for hours, late intothe night, at his wearisome chimerical task, with which he grew moreinfatuated the more his reason suggested that his work was vain. 

The boy began to whistle very softly as the doctor disappeared. Then hewashed and wiped the glass, and put it back in its place ready for use. After this he threw himself upon the settee, took hold of his right legwith his left hand, by the ankle, dragged it up, and held it across hisbody rigidly as if it were a banjo, and began to strum imaginary stringswith his right hand, while in a whisper he sang a song about a yallergal somewhere in the south, with close-shut eyes and a long wide mouth, and so on, through seven verses, with a chorus to each, all of whichseemed to afford him the greatest gratification, and which hesupplemented by leaping up and going round the surgery, holding out theimaginary instrument for contributions. 

These were acknowledged with proper darky grimaces and grins, and seemedto be so abundant that Bob returned to the settee, and this time playedthe bones with a couple of pair saved from a brisket of beef, butwithout making a sound. 

Another collection and another silent solo, this time on the tambourine, which the boy pretended to beat with frantic energy, ending by going ontiptoe to peep through the keyhole, and satisfy himself that the doctorwas in a deep sleep. 

There was no doubt about that, so the boy's hour or two of indulgence, on which he regularly counted, began. 

He dashed at the settee, threw it open, stooped down to take somethingout, but rose again, closed the lid, and listened as if afraid of beingcaught. 

Then shaking his head, he ran to the door, which opened into the lobbyand then into the street, from which place he came, helping himselfalong by the wall to the settee, upon which he sank, and after lyingdown and laying his leg out carefully, he began to play double parts, that of surgeon and patient. For, after feeling the leg and shaking hishead, he said to himself, "Ah, we'll soon put that right, my man. "

Jumping up, he ran to a drawer, from, which he brought splints andbandages, trotted back to the settee, and with ghastly minuteness--theresult of having been present at an accident, and studious readings ofDr Chartley's books--he proceeded to set a serious compound fracture, assuring himself that he bore it like a man, and that he need not beunder the least apprehension, for in such a healthy subject the jointwould knit together before long, and he would be as strong as ever. 

All this was in company with the business he was carrying on of applyingthe splints and bandaging the broken leg; after which, by aid of thedoctor's walking-sticks, he limped to the door, as there was no one tocarry him, thanked himself for his kindness, and in imaginationdeparted, leaving himself in the character of the doctor, whose walk heimitated as he drew out a large pill-box, opened it, and took a smallpinch of magnesia as if it were snuff. 

Another peep at the doctor through the keyhole, and a run to the door, to make sure of there being no interruption there, and then the boy'sface assumed a very serious expression. He took the cloth from thelittle table in the corner, rolled up the hearthrug longwise, and tiedit in two places with string, and then treating it as a patient, he laidit on the settee, and drew over it the table-cover. 

He was not satisfied, though, and getting a square of paper, such aswould be used to wrap up a bottle of medicine, he poked his fingerthrough twice for eyes, made a slit for a mouth, and puckered the paperfor a nose. 

This rough mask he tied at the end of the long roll, drew thetable-cover up to the face, and then came to see the patient, carried onan imaginary conversation with a colleague, and ended by going to acupboard and getting out a long mahogany case. 

Bob's reading for the past two years had not been the wholesome andunwholesome literature provided for our youth, but the contents of thedoctor's little library, the _Lancet_, and the _Medical Times_. Theseproceedings were the offspring. 

To carry out the next proceedings, Bob took off his jacket and rolled uphis sleeves; informed his colleague that it was a bad case--a diseasedheart--and the only hope for the patient's life was to take it outcompletely. 

This Bob proceeded to do with goblin-like delight. He turned thetable-cover half down before opening the mahogany case, which containeda set of long amputating knives; and these he tried one after the other, to satisfy himself about the edge before commencing the operation, withgreat gusto, cutting the string that bound the hearthrug, making anincision, and extracting the heart. Next the place was sewn up, thecover replaced, the knives put away with horrible realism, the patient'spulse felt and a little stimulus administered--the boy taking thishimself--to wit, a little ammonia and water. 

Next the table-cover was drawn off, the hearthrug restored to its place;and, grinning now hugely, Bob went to a drawer, and got out the doctor'stooth-drawing instruments--for the doctor belonged to the old school, and in distant times had not been above removing a decayed and achingmolar from a patient's jaw. 

The boy flourished the instruments about with evident enjoyment, goingas far as to take a good hold of one of his teeth, but he refrained frompulling, and rubbed his half-numbed hands. 

It suddenly seemed to occur to him that he had not put on his jacket, and resuming this, and proving its many buttons to be a sham, for itfastened in a feminine manner by means of a series of hooks and eyes, hemade a bound to the settee, grinning with pleasure as he threw it open, dived down, and brought out a glistening white human skull, handling itwith a weird kind of delight painted in his face. 

He took the ghastly object, and fixed it upon a knob, one of those uponthe back of the old-fashioned chair in the middle of the room, draped itround with the table-cover; and drew back to admire his handiwork. 

"Oh, if our 'Lisbeth would come in now!" he said, with a chuckle, as herubbed his hands down his sides before proceeding to the greatest bit ofenjoyment he had in his lonely life at the doctor's. 

From the very first the doctor's surgery and consulting-room had had astrange fascination for him, and whenever he was missing, themaid-of-all-work, who rarely showed her face out of the dim kitchen, knew that the boy would not be playing truant from his work or playingwith other lads of his age, but would be found reading, dusting, oramusing himself in the surgery, smelling bottles, opening drawers, orstanding on a chair, gazing at the ghastly preparations in one or otherof the row of glass jars. 

His pranks he managed to keep secret, arranging to enjoy them when thedoctor was asleep, and he was not likely to be disturbed. 

The present was his favourite feat from its reality. There wassomething to go at, he always said, and for the hundredth time, perhaps, after performing the operation, and restoring with the help of a littlegum, he took up the doctor's tooth-key, fixed it carefully round aperfectly sound molar in the fine specimen upon whose excellences thedoctor had before now lectured to students, and steadying the skull, theboy pretended to engage in a terrible struggle; then gave a quicktwitch, and brought out the tooth, which he held with a smile as hestruck an attitude before its silent owner. 

The boy had seemed goblin-like before, but as he now stood there beforethe glistening relic of mortality, over which he had partly thrown thecorner of the table-cloth, the scene was weird and grim in the extreme;for the one uncovered eye-socket seemed to leer at him in company with aghastly pride, as if rejoicing at the relief the operation had afforded. 

"Now yer better, ain't yer?" said Bob. "Eh? Ah, I thought you wouldbe. He was a tight 'un. Some 'un coming. "

Quick as thought, the boy snatched the skull from the back of the chair, slipped it into the long chest, closed the lid, thrust the tooth-keyback into the drawer, and had thrown the cover on the table before thedoor at the end of the house-passage was opened, disclosing him, inspite of all his efforts, looking as if the mischief which lurked in thecorners of his mouth, and flashed from his eyes, had been running to thefull extent of its chain. 

CHAPTER SEVEN. 

AGONY POINT. 

"Is that all? What a fuss over a little pain!" What many would say toa suffering friend when sound and well themselves. What RichmondChartley was ready to say to herself as she paced the room, with onehand pressed to her face, where the agonising pain seemed to start as acentre, and then ramify in jerks through every nerve. 

Toothache, face-ache, neuralgia, according to fashion, but maddening allthe same. A pain born of care and anxiety, close confinement, abstinence, the damp unchanging foggy air, and settled in the face of aheroine, to take, as it were, all the romance of her history. 

But there it was all the same, fiercely stabbing, jerking, as if somevirulent little demon were holding ends of the facial nerves in a pairof pincers, and waiting till the sufferer was a little calm for a fewmoments before giving the nerve a savage jig. 

After the tug a pause of sickening agony, and then that slow, red-hotsuffering again, as if a blunt augur was being made to form a channelbeneath the teeth, so that the aching pains, as of hot lead, might runround without let or hindrance. 

Neuralgia, with sleepless nights; neuralgia, with Hendon Chartley'sprogress at the hospital; neuralgia, with the trouble about Janet;neuralgia, with James Poynter's coarse vulgar face full of effronteryalways before her, flaunting his possessions, his power, and hisinfluence, and staring with parted lips over the words which somehow hehad never yet dared to utter, but which sooner or later she knew mustcome. 

Neuralgia, with the constant dread that some day her father wouldindulge too deeply in the opiate she knew he took every evening;neuralgia, with the constant carking care of the unpaid tradespeople:and, above all, that wearisome agony, mingled with the chillingheartache and those memories of the man from whom she had parted when inhis ardent desire he had told her that it was for her sake he was goingto leave England, to come back some day a rich man, and ask her to behis wife. 

"Dead, dead, dead!" moaned Rich, as she paced the room; "and if I, too, could only be sleeping, for it is more than I can bear!"

But as the words left her lips, she threw her head back, and pressed herlong hair from her face. 

"What a coward I am!" she cried, "with others looking to me for help, and shrinking from bearing a little pain!"

She hurried to the door, telling herself that there was relief in thesurgery for all she suffered; but as she went along the dark passage tothe door she felt that there was one only anodyne for the greater painshe bore. 

As she slowly approached there was a quick scuffing noise, a dull rattleas of something falling, and the loud closing of a heavy lid; then, asshe opened the door, she found Bob turning to meet her with an innocentsmile upon his face, while he was uttering a low humming noise, as if hewere practising the art of imitating a musical bee. 

"What have you been doing, Bob?" said Rich hastily. 

"Me, Miss? Doing?" said the boy wonderingly. "I ain't a-been doingnothing. 'Tain't likely, 'mong all these here dangerous thinks;" andBob waved his hand round the surgery, as if indicating the bottles andspecimen jars. 

"Because you have been warned frequently, sir, not to meddle. "

"Course I have, Miss, and I wouldn't do no harm. "

"Is my father asleep?"

"Jist like a top, Miss. He took his drops, and he's lying on the sofy, sleeping beautiful. You can hear him breathe if you come and put yourear to the keyhole. "

"No, no, " said Rich hastily; but, all the same, she walked quickly tothe consulting-room door, and opened it softly, to look in and seeacross the table, with its chemical apparatus, the light of the shadedlamp thrown upon the calm, placid, handsome face, as the doctor lay backon the couch, taking his drug-bought rest according to his nightlycustom. 

Rich sighed and walked right in, the door closing behind her as shecrossed the room, and stood gazing down, her head bent, and handyclasped, while for the moment she forgot her nerve-pains, and the tearsstarted to her eyes. 

"Poor father!" she sighed; "always so kind and gentle in spite of all. How do I know what he may suffer beneath the mask he wears?"

She thought of the prosperity they had once enjoyed, the many patientswho came, and how, in this very room, as a child, he used to play withher long curling hair, while she, with childlike delight, emptied thelittle wooden bowl, and counted how many guineas papa had received thatmorning. 

She recalled, too, the carriage in which she had sat waiting, while he, the handsome young doctor, had made his calls upon rich patients; andthen, like a cloud, came creeping up the memories of the gradual declineof his practice, as he had devoted himself more and more to the dream ofhis life--this discovery of a vital fluid which should repair the wasteof all disease, and with the indulgence in his chimera came the povertyand despair. 

"Poor father!" she sighed again, bending down and kissing the broadwhite forehead; "there has never been anything between us but love. "

She rose slowly, went to a corner where a faded old dressing-gown hungupon a chair, and this she softly laid over the sleeping man, gazed atthe fire, which was burning brightly, and then stole away with theagonising pang, forgotten for the moment, sweeping back, and seeming todrive her mad. 

"I see yer a-kissing of him, Miss, " said Bob, grinning, as she closedthe door. 

Rich turned upon him angrily; but the boy was looking dreamily towardsthe doctor, and rubbing his shock head of hair. 

"Don't he look niste when he's asleep like that? There ain't such agood-looking gent nowhere's about here as our master. "

There was so much genuine admiration in the boy's tones that the angrylook gave place to one of half amusement, half pity. 

"I've often wondered whether if ever I'd had a father, he'd ha' beenlike the doctor, Miss. Ain't yer proud on him?"

"Yes, Bob, yes, " she cried, laying her hand upon the boy's shoulder, while a strange sensation of depression, as of impending trouble, cameover her, making her forget everything, and hardly notice the next actof the boy. 

It is hardly fair to say that Bob's hands were dirty, but they were verycoarse in grain, and discoloured, the nails were worn down, and thefingers were blue with chilblains where they were not red with the chapswhich roughened them; and those were the hands which took hold of Rich'sand held it for a few moments against the boy's cheek; while he rubbedthe said cheek softly against the smooth palm, his bright eyes lookingup at her as a spaniel might at its mistress. In fact, there wassomething dog-like and fawning in the ways of the lad, till the hand wasdrawn away. 

"So'm I proud on him, Miss. He is a good 'un. For it's like 'evinbeing here. Why, I've been here two years now, and he never kicked meonce. "

"And used you to be kicked before you came here, Bob?" said Rich, feeling amused, in spite of herself, at the boy's estimate of truehappiness. 

"Kicked, Miss? Ha, ha, ha! Why, it was 'most all kicks when it warn'tpots. Old woman never kicked me; but when she'd had a drop, andcouldn't get no more, she was allus cross, and then she'd hit you withwhat come first--pewter pot, poker, anything, if you didn't get out ofthe way. "

Rich's brow contracted, and then for the moment the pain neutralisedthat of the mind. 

"But she didn't often hit me, " said Bob, grinning. "I used to get toosharp for her; and she didn't mean no harm. Want me to do anything, Miss?"

"No, Bob, no, " said Rich, turning away to the shelves, where the bottlesstood as in a chemist's shop. "Poor boy! and the place is to him likeheaven!" she thought. 

"Want some physic, Miss?" said the boy excitedly; "which on 'em? Iknows 'most all on 'em now. "

"I want the belladonna, " said Rich, with her face contracted once more. 

"Why, that's one o' they little bottles up a-top where they're allpisons! Whatcher want that for?" said Bob suspiciously. Then, as heread her countenance. "Whatcher got--toothache?"

Rich nodded. 

"Here, hold hard! you can't reach it, Miss. Let me get on a chair. Oh, I say! Let me pull it out. "

The boy's eager sympathy and desire to afford relief, grotesque as itwas, seemed so genuine, so grateful to the lonely girl, that she smiledat her poor coarse companion's troubled face. 

"No, no, Bob, " she said gently. 

"Wish I could have it instead, " he cried. "I do, s'elp me!"

"It will be better soon, Bob, " she said, as the boy climbed up andobtained the little stoppered bottle from the top shelf. 

"That's good stuff for it, Miss, " said the boy. "Bottle's quite clean. I dusted all on 'em yesterday. Here, I know! let me put some on. "

"You, Bob?" said Rich. 

"Yes, Miss; I know. I've seen the doctor do it twiced to gals as comeand wanted him to pull out their teeth, and he wouldn't. I'll showyer. "

Bob ran to a drawer and took out a camel-hair pencil, and operated withit dry upon his own face. 

"I'll show yer, " he cried. "You begins just in front o' the ear andmakes a round spot, and then yer goes on right down the cheek and alongyer chin, just as if you was trying to paint whiskers. Let me do it, Miss. "

Rich hesitated for a moment, and then sat down and held her face on oneside, while the boy carefully painted the place with the tincture, frowning the while and balancing himself upon the tips of his toes. 

"Stop a moment, Miss, " cried Bob. "Then he dropped two drops out o'this here blue bottle on a bit o' glass, and finished off with it justas you does with gum when you paint a picture. "

Rich watched the boy anxiously as he took down a bottle labelled"Chloroform, " but smiled and submitted patiently as the paintingoperation was completed. 

"Feel better, Miss?" said the boy. 

"Not yet, Bob; but I daresay this will do it good. Now put back thosebottles, and don't meddle with them, mind. "

"As if I didn't know, Miss! Why, I'm up to all the doctor's dodges now. There ain't a bottle on any o' them shelves I ain't smelled; and lookat them things in sperrits, " he continued, pointing to the variouspreparations standing upon one shelf, the relics of the doctor'slecturing days. "I knows 'em all by heart. I had to fill 'em withfresh sperrit once. "

Rich turned and smiled at the boy as she reached the door; and then oncemore the young student was left alone, to go and peep through thekeyhole to see if the doctor was fast asleep, and this being so, he ranto the door by the street, turned suddenly with his head on one side, raised his hands with the helpless, appealing gesture of the sick, andwalked feebly to the cushioned chest, upon which he sank, with a lowmoan. 

It was a clever piece of acting, studied from nature, and sinking back, he lay for a moment or two sufficiently long for the supposed patient tocompose himself, before he assumed another part. 

Leaping up, he went on tiptoe to the consulting-room again, peeped tosee that all was right, and then, drawing himself up exactly as he hadseen the doctor act scores of times, he slowly approached the settee, his face full of smiling interest, and sitting down in a chair besidethe imaginary patient, he went through a magnificent piece ofpantomime--so good that it was a pity there was no audience present toadmire. For Bob had taken the doctor's glasses from the chimney-piece, put them on, and bent over the patient. 

"Put out your tongue, " he said. "Hum--ha! yes! a little foul. "

Then he felt an imaginary pulse, his head on one side, and an imaginarywatch in his hand. 

"That will do, " he said, returning the imaginary watch to its airy fob. "Now sit up. "

Bob's ear was applied for a few moments to the phantom patient's chest. 

"Breathe hard. That's it. Now more fully. Yes. Now a very longbreath. "

So real was the proceeding that a spectator would have filled up thevoid in his mind as Bob changed his position, holding his head now atthe patient's back. 

"Hah!" he ejaculated, as he rose. "A little congestion! Stop amoment. "

He fetched a stethoscope from the chimney-piece, but instead of using itat once, proceeded to lay his hand here and there upon his imaginarypatient's breast, and tap the back over and over again. 

"Hah!" he ejaculated once more, as he applied his stethoscope now aftera most accurate pantomimic unbuttoning of vest and opening of ashirt-front. "Yes, a little congestion!" he said again; and going backto the chimney-piece, he set the stethoscope on end as if it were alittle fancy candlestick, took up a morocco case, and unhooking it, extracted therefrom a tiny thermometer, whose bulb he placed beneath hispatient's arm-pit, and he was just about to see to what height thesufferer's temperature had risen, when there were steps again, and theboy had hardly time to hide the little tester, when the door opened, and, with a wild, dilated look in her eyes, Rich appeared again. 

"Get me a small bottle, " she said hastily. 

"'Ain't it no better, Miss?"

"Don't talk to me!" cried Rich; "the pain is maddening. Is my fatherstill asleep?"

"Yes, Miss; shall I wake him?"

"No, no. The bottle--the bottle!"

The boy hastily took a clean bottle from a drawer, and fitted it with anew cork from another, by which time, with the knowledge of one who hadbefore now made up prescriptions for her father, Rich took down thechloral hydrate, and a graduated glass, pouring out a goodly quantityready to transfer to the bottle the boy handed her, while he stillretained the cork. 

This done, Rich returned the chloral hydrate to the shelf, and took downanother bottle labelled _quin. Sulph. Sol_. From this she poured out acertain quantity, and by the time the glass had shed its last drop, Bobwas ready to hand another and larger bottle, which he had taken downwith eager haste, as if fearing she would be first. 

Rich glanced at it, saw that it was labelled _aq. Dest. _, and filled upthe medicine-bottle, the boy handing the cork, and then gazingsympathetically in the pain-drawn face before him. 

"Hadn't you better let me take it out, Miss?" he said, but there was nosmile in answer--no reply, Rich hurrying away, while the boy listened toher footsteps. 

"Ain't she got it!" he muttered, and he stood listening still, for heheard voices at the end of the passage. 

"'Lisbeth, " he said, and there was a knock. 

The boy opened the passage door softly, and a voice said. 

"I've cut you some bread and cheese; it's on the kitchen table. "

"Goin' to bed, 'Lisbeth?"

There was a grunt, and the sound of departing steps, while the boy stoodgazing along the passage. 

"So are you?" he exclaimed, closing the door, "Ain't she got a temper!I can't help my old woman coming. 'Tain't my fault. I shouldn't turnsulky if it was hern. "

Bob did not go down for a moment, but stood thinking. Then he ran outsoftly, and down-stairs into the dark kitchen to fetch his supper, whichhe preferred to eat with the fragrant odours of drugs about him, andseated upon the chest which contained the grisly relics of mortality, and against whose receptacle the boy's heels softly drummed. 

The stale bread and hard Dutch cheese rapidly disappeared, the boylooking very stolid during the process of deglutition. Then his facelit up, and for a space he went through his pantomime again, seeingpatients, pocketing their fees, dressing wounds, setting limbs, and, above all, prescribing a medicine which he compounded carefully, and, togive realism to the proceedings, himself took. 

It was not an objectionable medicine, being composed of small portionsof tartaric acid and soda, dropped into a wineglass which contained somuch water, into which had been dropped a little syrup of ginger, afterwards flavoured with orange or lemon. 

Tiring of this at last, Bob turned to the settee, whose lid he hadopened, and he had lifted out certain anatomical specimens for hisfarther delectation, when there was a sharp ring at the surgery bell, and an unmistakable sound in the consulting-room--a combination whichmade the boy leap up, and, quick as lightning, turn out the gas, whichprojected on its bracket just over the settee. 

This done, there was a rapid click or two of bones being replaced, thesound of the closing lid in the darkness, and by the time theconsulting-room door as thrown open, and a warm glow of light shoneacross the surgery, Bob had effected his retreat. 

"Lights out?" said the doctor going back from the door, to returndirectly with a burning spill, when the gas once more illumined thegloomy surgery, and to this the doctor added the ruddy glow of thestreet lamp, as he opened the door of the little fog-filled lobby, whichintervened between him and the street. 

CHAPTER EIGHT. 

THE DOCTOR'S GUEST. 

As Dr Chartley's hand was placed upon the latch the bell-handlecreaked, and the wire was sawn to and fro, while the moment the door wasopened a man in a soft slouch hat and pea-jacket, with an ulster thrownover his arm, laid his hand upon the doctor's breast, thrusting himback, passing in quickly, and hastily closing and fastening the door. 

The doctor stood back more in surprise than alarm, as his visitor seemedto come in with a cloud of yellowish fog, which made him look indistinctand strange, an aspect heightened by his thick beard and moustache beingcovered with dew-like drops--the condensation of the heavy steamingbreath that came from his nostrils as he panted hard, as one pants aftera long run. 

"May I ask--is any one ill?" exclaimed the doctor, to whom the suddencall at any hour of an excited messenger was little matter of surprise. 

"In, quick!" said the visitor hoarsely; and pressing the doctor backonce more, he stood listening for a few moments as if for pursuers, andthen, wild-eyed and strange, he followed Dr Chartley into the surgery, closing the door and leaning back against it breathing heavily, his eyesstaring wildly round, his sun-browned face twisting, while a nervousdisposition to start and run seemed to pervade him in every gesture. 

The fog and smoke which came in with him added to the strangeness of hisaspect as he stood there; his hair rather long, unkempt, and wet withfog; his hands gloveless, and high boots spattered with mud and soakedwith half-molten snow. There was more of the brigand in his aspect thanof the honest man, and yet his drawn, agitated face was well featuredand not unpleasing, besides which his wandering eyes suggested fearsuffered, and not a likelihood of inspiring fear; unless it should be, as the doctor surmised, that he was mad, and the pursuit he evidentlyfeared were that of his keepers. 

It formed a strange picture--the bland, smooth shining-pated doctorfacing this wild excited man standing with his back to the door, hishands outspread as if to keep it fast, and his head half-turned as helistened for the sound of steps in the stillness of the winter night. 

"Will you be seated?" said the doctor blandly. "Can I be of anyservice?"

"Hush! Can you hear anything? There! that!" cried the newcomer, in anexcited whisper. "They're coming!"

"Yes; mad, " said the doctor to himself. Then aloud, "The sound you hearis the dripping of the melting snow on the pavement. "

"Hah! Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes. Quite sure. Sit down, my dear sir. No, not here; come to myconsulting-room. There is a fire. "

The coolness of a doctor in dealing with ordinary delirium or insanityis in its way as heroic as the manner in which a soldier will face fire. To most men the advent of the strange visitor would have suggestedcalling in help or taking instant steps for self-preservations; butarmed with weapons such as would prostrate his visitor should he proveinimical, the doctor calmly led the way into his consulting-room, pokedthe fire, turned up the lamp a little, and pointed to a chair, watchinghis visitor keenly the while to satisfy himself whether his behaviourwas the result of fever, drink, or an unbalanced brain. 

The man glared at the doctor for a moment, stepped quickly to the roomdoor, opened it, listened, drew back again, closed it, and slipped thebolt on the inside. 

Science-armed as he was, however, the doctor displayed no sign oftrepidation, but sat down, waiting till his visitor came quickly back, threw his ulster over the back of the chair set for him, sank into itwith a groan, dropped his face into his hands, and burst into ahysterical fit of sobbing. 

"Hah!" said the doctor, rising, and laying his hand upon the young man'sshoulder. "You seem overwrought, and--"

The stranger started back at the touch, and was about to spring up, acry of fear escaping his lips; and his slouched hat fell off, showinghis wet brow, with the tangled hair clinging to it in a matted mass. 

"I thought--" he gasped. "Ah, doctor, it is you!"

"Yes, sir; sit down and let's see. You seem quite exhausted. "

"Don't you know me, doctor?"

"Know you? Good heavens!" cried the doctor in astonishment. "MarkHeath?"

"Mark Heath, " said the visitor, sinking back with a groan. 

"We thought you must be dead, " said the doctor. 

"You thought I must be dead, " said the young man, passing his hand overhis brow, and speaking in a strange and laboured way. "Yes, and Ithought I must be dead--a dozen times over. I'm half dead now. What'sthat?"

He almost yelled the last words as he started to his feet again, hiseyes wild, his right hand clinched, and his left thrust into the breast, as if in search of a weapon. 

"I heard nothing, " said the doctor. "Sit down. "

"Some one in the street trying to get in. "

"No, no, no. Sit down, my dear boy. Come, come: what's the matter?"

"Are you sure you cannot hear any one?"

"Quite, and even if I could, no one could get in without I opened thedoor. "

"Hah!" ejaculated the young man, sinking down; "brandy! for God's sake, brandy!"

The doctor looked at him, hesitated, and ended by laying his hand uponhis visitor's pulse, as he sat gazing strangely at the door. 

If the doctor's soft touch had been that of white-hot iron the effectcould not have been greater, for with a smothered shriek the young mansprang from his chair and stood at bay by the door. 

"Why, Mark Heath, my good fellow, this will not do, " said the doctorblandly. "There, there, come and sit down. I was only feeling yourpulse. "

A faint smile came over the young man's face, and he walked back to hischair. 

"I thought it was one of those fiends, " he said, with a shudder. 

The doctor coupled the admission with the mention of the brandy, but hewas not satisfied as to the symptoms, though, seeing his visitor'sexhaustion, he went to his closet and took out a spirit decanter, withtumblers, poured a little into one glass, and was about to add water toit from the little bright kettle singing on the hob, when the young mansnatched at the glass, and tossed off the brandy at a gulp; but even ashe was in the act of setting down the glass, he started and staredwildly round towards the door. 

"Hist!" he whispered. 

"Pooh! there is nothing, my dear sir, " said the doctor: "why, any onewould think you were being hunted by the police. "

"Hunted? Yes, " cried the young man thrusting the glass from him, andleaning across and seizing the doctor's wrist, "hunted--always hunted;but there were no police, doctor; why were they not near to protect me?"

"Ah, yes, " said the doctor, to humour his patient, as with keen interesthe watched every change in his mien. "They are generally absent whenwanted. So you have been hunted, eh?"

"Hunted! Yes; like some miserable hare by the hounds. They are on myscent now. Night and day, doctor, night and day, till they have nearlydriven me mad. "

"Mad? Nonsense! Your brain is as sound as mine. "

"Yes, now; but they will drive me mad. Night and day, I tell you--nightand day, I have not dared to sleep, " continued the young man wildly;"no, I have not dared to sleep, for fear that I should not wake again. "

"Indeed, Heath! And who hunted you?"

"Fiends--demons in human form. I have been so that I could not sleepfor fear of them. They have always been on my track--on the roadthrough the desert, across the mountains, at the port, on shipboard;they appeared again here in England, at the docks, at the hotel, in thestreets; hunted, I tell you, till I have seemed to be hunted to death. "

"Be calm, my dear boy, be calm. Come, you must have sleep. "

"Sleep? Yes, if I could only sleep; but no, I could not--I could not--only drink, doctor, drink; and it has never made me drunk, only keep meup--help me to escape from the devils. "

"Ah, you have drunk a good deal, then?"

"Yes; brandy--brandy. It has been my only friend and support, doctor. I dared not go to an hotel; I was afraid to trust a bank; I had nofriend to whom I could go; and I swore I would trust myself till I couldget here safe in England. "

"Where you are safe now. "

"No, not yet, for they are tracking me. I got to Liverpool yesterday, and tried to throw them off; but they followed me to the hotel, and Idared trust no one there. They might have said I was mad, and claimedme; said I was a thief--a dozen things to get me into their hands. "

"Be calm, Heath, be calm. "

"Calm? How can a hunted man be calm with the jaws--the wet, hungryjaws--of the hounds on his heels--while he feels that in a moment theymay spring upon him and rend him? Oh, doctor, doctor, you never were ahunted man. "

"No, no, " said the doctor blandly; "but we must master ourselves when wefeel that excitement leading us astray. "

"Ay, and I have mastered myself till I can do no more, " cried the youngman wildly; "I escaped from Liverpool. "

"Escaped?"

"Yes, and managed to get to the train, as I thought, unseen; but at thefirst stopping station I saw the demons pass my carriage and look in. They had changed their dress, and disguised themselves, but I knew themat once, and that my attempts were vain. It was growing dark when wereached London, and when they took the tickets I waited till the trainwent on again, and then leaped for my life. "

"You leaped from the train?"

"Yes. I wonder I did not when it was at full speed, faraway in thecountry. "

"Hah!" ejaculated the doctor. 

"I leaped from the train; but they were watching me, and they followeddown the embankment and into a maze of little streets in North Londonyonder, where the fog and snow bewildered me; but I kept on all theevening, fearing to ask help of the police, dreading to go to an hotelfor dinner. The dread, the want of sleep, have made me nearly mad. Idid not know where to go, and at last, after struggling wildly toescape, I knew that my brain was going, that before long the dogs woulddrag me down. Then in my despair I thought of you. "

"And came here?"

"Yes, for sanctuary, doctor. Save me from these devils--save me frommyself. Doctor, is this to be the end of it all? I am alone--helpless:they may be listening even now. Doctor, for God's sake save me; I cando no more!"

Trembling in every limb, wildly excited, and with his despair written inevery lineament of his face, Mark Heath dropped from his chair, andcrept upon his knees before the doctor, holding up his clasped hands, and evidently so completely exhausted that he might have been masteredby a child. 

"Yes, yes; of course, of course I will, " said the doctor kindly. "There, come and lie down here on this couch. "

"Lie down?" said the young man, with a suspicious look. 

"To be sure; it will rest you. You are quite safe here. "

"Safe? Am I safe?"

"Of course, " said the doctor, spreading the fallen ulster over the youngman's shivering form, as he slowly lay down. 

"Stop! where are you going?"

"Only into the next room--the surgery, " said the doctor, turning to facehis visitor's fierce eyes as he started up from the couch. 

"What for? Is it to admit those devils. "

Mark Heath, in a fit of impotent rage, made a dash to reach thefireplace, but his feet were hampered by the ulster, and he would havefallen heavily had not the doctor caught him in his arms. 

"Why, man, " he said, "I was going to get you something to take--something to calm you. It is impossible for you to go on like this. "

The young man looked at him wildly. 

"I can't help it, " he said, calming down. "I have been hunted till I amafraid of everybody. Save me, doctor, for you can. "

"Lie down, then; there: that's better. "

"Yes. I am so helpless and so weak, " the poor fellow moaned. "Thebrandy kept me up, but it makes me wild. "

"Then you shall have something that will calm you, and not make youwild, " said the doctor; and he went out of the room, leaving his visitorlying down with his eyes closed. 

But the moment he was alone, Mark Heath started up on one arm, listening, and thrust his hand into his breast. He was listening forthe unlocking of a door; but he heard the chink of a glass and the faintgurgle of some fluid, and he sank back with a sigh of relief. 

"Rich--my darling, " he said softly; "it is for you, sweet--for you!"

"There, " said the doctor, re-entering with a glass; "drink that, and youmust have some sleep. We shall soon get you right. "

"Heaven bless you, doctor!" cried the young man, hysterically pressinghis hand after draining the glass. "I feel in sanctuary here. Ah, " hesighed, as he sank back, "to be at rest once more, and safe! Doctor, you must guard over me and what I have here. "

"Oh, yes, " said the doctor, sitting down after replenishing the fire. "Did you have a rough passage back?"

"I don't know--I know nothing but that those fiends were after me to getit, and I knew that they would kill me if they could only get a chance. A heated hare sees nothing but the hounds. "

"No, of course not, " said the doctor, speaking softly to keep hispatient's attention, but watching him intently the while, to see theeffect of his medicine. "Let's see, you have been away four years. "

"Yes, four years, " said Mark, speaking more calmly now. "Lost everypenny, farming, doctor. No good. "

"I am sorry to hear that. "

"Then I tried--wagon-driving, and made a respectable living--doingregular carter's work till I had a team and wagon of my own; but I wentone bad time--right across the desert, and found myself at last--seatedon the last bullock of my team of twenty--by the wreck of my wagon--doctor dying--for want of water. "

"Ah! that was bad. "

"Yes, but I was picked up by a party who came in the nick of time. Theywere going by across journey to the diamond-fields. "

"Ah! you went there?"

"Yes, I went there, " said the young man drowsily, and speaking in arestful manner and with many pauses. "Rough life, and for six months--no good. Then luck turned. I went on. At last found--self rich man. Rather absurd, doctor--handful of stones--stones, crystals--handful in aleather bag. Soon nothing. I often laughed. Seemed so much trash, butthe right thing. Very large some of them, and I worked on--digging--andpicking. Knew I was a wealthy man. "

"You were very fortunate, then?"

"Yes, " was the drowsy reply. "Then began the curse of it. Couldn'tkeep it--secret. Found out that it was dangerous. Ought to havebanked, but they were--were so hard to get. 'Fraid of everybody. Felt--felt should be murdered. Nearly drove--drove me wild. Madesecret--secret plans--escape--get home--old England. To bring--tobring--bag of diamonds--leather bag--worth a deal--bring home myself. Followed--followed me. Three men--part of gang out there--gamble andcheat men--at play. Always--always--on my track--hunted--at bay--sea--always watching--like tigers--Ah!"

He sprang up from his drowsy muttering state, in which he had beenincoherently piercing together his imaginary or real adventures, andgazed wildly round. 

"Who's that?"

"It is only I--Doctor Chartley. Lie down again. "

"I thought they'd come, and I--I was telling them. Bag of diamonds. No. Nonsense! All rubbish! Poor man. Going home. 'Nough to pay hispassage. All nonsense. No diamonds; no nothing. "

He had sunk back once more, and went on muttering as he dropped asleep. 

The doctor sat watching him, and then rose and tapped the fire together, picking up a few fresh pieces of coal to augment the blaze, which seemedto send some of the fog out of the room. 

"Wild dissipation--gambling with Nature for treasure, " said the doctorsoftly. "Imagination, poor wretch!"

The doctor bent down over his patient, who was now sleeping deeply, buthad tossed the ulster aside, so that it was gliding down. 

"Curious, this wild delirium, " said the doctor, rearranging theimprovised cover. "I often wonder that I have not made it a study and--Good heavens!"

He started back from the couch, and stood staring at his patient for afew minutes before advancing again, and laying his hand upon his breastgently, and then thrusting it beneath the fold of the thick pea-jacket. 

"It is not delirium; they--"

The doctor hesitated a few moments after drawing back from the couchonce more. Then, with his whole manner changed, he thrust his hand intothe sleeping man's breast, glanced round, and, satisfied that he was notoverlooked, drew forth a good-sized wash-leather bag, simply tied roundthe neck with a strip of the same skin. 

"Stones, " muttered the doctor, with his face agitated and his eyesglittering; and after balancing the bag in his hand and glancing at thesleeping man, he placed it upon the table, where the light of the lampwas upon it full. 

Then ensued a period of hesitation, the doctor's fingers worked as hestood gazing down at the little yellowish-drab bag, and anon at hispatient. 

Then the newly awakened curiosity prevailed, and, unable to containhimself, he rapidly untied the string, drew open the bag, and saw thatit was nearly full of large rough crystals, which sparkled in a feebleway in the light. 

"Why, they must be worth a large sum, " muttered the doctor, pouring outsome of the stones into his hand, but pouring them back with a shudder. "How horrible!"

He did not say what was horrible, but hastily retied the bag and placedit back in the sleeping man's breast, before hurrying out into thesurgery, and pacing to and fro in an agitated way. 

CHAPTER NINE. 

THE STRANGE ACCIDENT. 

A change seemed to have come over Doctor Chartley. A short time beforehe was calm and placid, his movements were slow, and a pleasantstereotyped professional smile made his handsome face beam. But now allwas changed; the smile had gone, and, as he had passed to and fro, thelight from the gas bracket displayed a countenance puckered with curiouslines and frowns, while the variations of shadow caused by hisconstantly-changing position seemed to have altered him into anotherman. 

He went back into the consulting-room, and looked at his patient, tofind him breathing more easily and plunged into a deep sleep; and as hebent over him his hand stole toward the prostrate man's breast. 

He snatched it away angrily, and returned to the surgery, to resume hishurried walk, muttering to himself, his thoughts finding utterance insound, till he started and looked about him, as if in dread of beingoverheard. 

Stealing back to the consulting-room, he went to the closet, and tookout the bottle which contained the result of his studies, and looked atit with a sigh. Then he raised the retort and its stand from the shelf, shook his head, and replaced it. 

"And if I only had money, " he thought, "I could carry out my experimentsat my ease, and succeed. This miserable poverty would be no more; mychildren would be happy; and I should win a name which would becomeimmortal. "

He shook his head, his brow grew darker, and a terrible temptationattacked him. 

"No one saw him come here. It is his fancy that he has been followed. One life. What is one life in this vast world? One life. Why, mydiscovery perfected would be the saving of the lives of thousands, hundreds of thousands, of generations of human beings in this teemingearth. Suppose he slept and waked no more? Ah!"

The doctor stood gazing down at the sleeping man. 

"Such temptations come to all, " he said softly; "and I have seen so manydie that the passing away of one--well, what is it but the deep longsleep into which I could make him glide without pain?

"Ah, and afterwards? Poor lad! He came to me for sanctuary, and I hadbetrayed my trust. How could I look in the face of my son again--in theeye of my girl? Those clear eyes would read my secret, and I should beas one accurst. "

He bent down over the sleeping man again, and in spite of himself hishand stole gently towards his heart, trembling. 

"They are worth thousands, " he said, "and they lie there as if of thevalue of a few pence. He came to me for refuge. Well, he shall notfind that I have failed. "

There was no tremor in his hand now as he re-arranged the cover overMark Heath's breast, to stand afterwards calmly watching his guest; andthen to go out into the surgery, turn down the gas, and slowly pace thefloor, thinking deeply. 

Every inch of the surgery was so familiar that the darkness was the sameto him as the light, and the bitter coldness of the place seemed torefresh him. 

At the end of a few minutes he stood perfectly still, thinking; and thengoing to one of the shelves, he ran his hand softly along the top row ofsmall bottles, took one, and turned down the gas. 

As he entered the consulting-room again, he glanced at the label, noddedhis head in a satisfied manner, and after a glance at his patient heseemed to make up his mind what to do. 

"Perhaps I shall sleep, " he thought, "and if I do he may wake. It willbe a simple way. "

He smiled as he took the glass into which he had previously poured thebrandy, and poured in a little more, to which he added sugar, andhalf-filled the glass with hot water from the kettle. 

"He will be sure to drink that, " he said, as he replaced the glasswithin easy reach of the sofa; and then removing the stopper from theblue bottle he held, replaced it partly in the neck, rested it upon theedge of the steaming glass, and began to count the drops which fell. 

One--two--three. 

Each drop at an interval after the one which had preceded it, while withhis left hand he steadied the tumbler. 

As the third drop fell into the glass there was a strange noiseoutside--a dull scuffling of feet, mutterings of voices, and then a lowimperious tapping on the panel of the door. 

At the first sound the doctor turned his head sharply and gazed in thedirection of the door, while the rest of his body seemed to have becomefixed in a cataleptic state, save that his eyes dilated and his jawdropped. 

And meanwhile, slowly and steadily, drip--drip--drip--drip, the globulesof fluid fell from the tip of the blue bottle into the steaming glass atlast in quite a stream. 

A strange dread had overcome the doctor. His patient's words about hisdiamonds had proved to be true; were the rest, then, true--that he hadbeen pursued by men whose aim it was to plunder, perhaps murder him, andthey had really traced him down here?

"Bah! am I turning childish?" said the doctor, starting up, and lettingthe stopper fall back into its place in the bottle, just as his patientmoaned slightly, turned impatiently in his sleep, and the ulster glidedto the floor. 

The doctor stooped quickly, raised it, and threw it over his patient, and, as he bent over him, listened intently to the repetition of thetapping. 

"It might be, " he said softly. "Pish! absurd! The wanderings of adiseased mind. "

Catching up the bottle from where he had placed it on the table, hewalked quickly towards the door, paused, returned, and stooped as if topick up the poker. Then smiled at his folly. 

He passed softly out of the door, and closed it after him, to go to theshelves in the dark, where he made a clicking noise among the bottles, as he reached up; for there in the darkness the feeling once moreassailed him that his patient might be right, while for the third time, more plainly heard now, there came a sharp tapping. 

The doctor crossed to the gas bracket, turned it up, and as its lightfilled the surgery, he walked boldly to the lobby-door, opened it, andthe dull red glare from the fanlight over the outer door shone upon hishandsome placid face. 

The next moment he had opened the outer door, and was gazing at a groupof three men. 

Mark Heath's announcement flashed through his brain once more, and thengave place to the ideas furnished by his visitors. 

"Thought you were a-bed. Couldn't find the bell. This cursed fog, sir. Our friend here knocked down by a cab, and we saw your red light as wewere trying to get him to our hotel. "

"Tut, tut, tut!" ejaculated the doctor. "Bring him in, gentlemen. "

He glanced at his visitors. Saw that they were well-dressed men inulsters and low-crowned hats, and that the speaker was a well-builtfellow with a closely-cut beard; while another was a ratherMephistophelean-looking man, with cheeks closely shaven, and upper lipbearing a bristly moustache. 

Between them they supported a slight, young-looking companion, who wasmoaning slightly, but evidently making an effort to be firm. 

"Mind, Harry--Rogers, " he said, in a high-pitched voice, "it's as ifsomething red-hot was running through my chest! Ah-h-h!"

"Support him, gentlemen, " said the doctor. "Mind he doesn't faint. Here, quick! Here!"

He spoke in sharp, decided tones, as he directed and helped them to laythe injured man upon the settee, where he subsided with a querulous cry, grinding his teeth the while, and compressing his lips. 

"Kindly shut both doors, " said the doctor; and the man who had firstspoken, and who looked very pale, obeyed. 

"So cursedly unlucky!" he said excitedly. "I never saw such a fog. They've no business to allow men to drive fast on a night like this. "

"Don't talk, old chap. Not serious, I hope, doctor?" said theMephistophelean man. "Cab seemed to come out of the fog, and he wasknocked down. I got an ugly blow on the shoulder. "

"Get me some brandy, " said the injured man faintly. "My chest'scrushed. "

"No, no, not so bad as that, " said the doctor kindly. "You shall have astimulus soon. Now, then, suppose we see what the damage is. A brokenrib, I expect, and that will only mean a little pain. Now, then. "

His busy fingers were rapidly and tenderly unbuttoning the injured man'scoat, while a gasping moan came from his lips. 

"Hurts me horribly--to breathe, doctor. "

There was a gasping sound, and the Mephistophelean man reeled, tried tosave himself, and fell against the consulting-room door, which somehowflew open, revealing the sleeping figure of Mark Heath on the couch. 

"My dear sir--faint?"

"I beg your pardon, doctor, " said the sinister-looking man. "Sick as agreat girl. I can bear pain, but to see him like that turned me over. No, no, see to him; I'm better now. "

The doctor continued his task, while the door swung to once more. 

"Still feel faint?" said the doctor, without looking up. 

"Oh, no; it's all gone now. I really am ashamed. "

"Nothing to be ashamed of, my dear sir. It is a man's nature. Now Ishall be obliged to ask one of you to lend me a little assistance here. "

The bearded man stood ready, and exchanged a glance with hisMephistophelean companion, who was behind the doctor now. 

"Ah!"

Dr Chartley uttered a quick ejaculation, for, as he bent over hispatient, the man behind struck him a heavy blow with a short thicklife-preserver, and, quick almost as lightning, delivered anothercrashing stroke on the back of the head. 

Without so much as a groan, merely a catching at the air, the doctorfell forward upon his supposed patient, and then rolled with a dullheavy sound upon the carpet, to lie motionless--to all appearance dead. 

"Yah! what a butcher you are, Rogers!" said the sham patient, in aquerulous high-pitched tone. 

"Hold your row! Quick! Listen at that door. "

The sham patient sprang to the door at the end of the passage, opened itsoftly, and stood listening. 

"All right, " he whispered, "still as death. "

"Curse you! hold your row about death, " whispered the other as the doorwas closed. "Lock it. "

"I was going to, " said the younger man, turning the key softly. "Is hethere, Harry?"

"Yes; all right, " came in a whisper from the bearded man, who had softlyopened the consulting-room door and peered in at the sleeping figureupon the couch. "Quick! come on. "

The man addressed as Rogers had stooped down and then gone on one knee, thrusting the life-preserver into his pocket while he examined thedoctor, and not noticing that it slipped out onto the skirt of his coat, and rolled aside as he finished his examination, and satisfied himselfthat there was nothing to be apprehended there. 

He started up, and followed his companion on tiptoe, and the next minutethey were gazing down at the man they had tracked from thediamond-fields and run to earth at last. 

"Hah!" exclaimed the Mephistopheles of the party; "that's right. Givehim one if he moves. "

This to his bearded companion, who had drawn a life-preserver similar tothat his companion had used, as he bent over the sleeping man. 

"He has had a dose, " was whispered back. "You can smell his breath. "

"Brandy. All right!" cried the youngest of the three, catching up thedecanter, smelling it, tasting it with a loud smack of the lips, andpouring out a goodly portion in the empty glass, he handed it to hisfirst companion. "Here, Harry. "

"Sure it's all right?" was whispered back. 

"Swear it. Now, Rogers. "

"Here's mine, " said the man, with a grin. "Hot with. Quick, lads!"

"Don't touch that, " was on the younger man's lips; but his companionraised the glass with a laugh, and as he followed his example by puttingthe decanter to his mouth, the doctor's assailant literally poured thecontents of the tumbler down his throat, and then stood still, put theglass back on the table, gasping and staring straight before him. 

His companions were not heeding him, for each drank eagerly of thebrandy, and were setting down the decanter and glass, when the youngerman spoke:

"Why, Rogers, old chap!"

The man addressed turned his wild staring eyes at him for a moment, asif to answer, and then walked blindly between the sofa and the table, asif to go straight to the wall, reeled and fell, catching at the cloth, which he dragged aside, nearly causing the lamp to go crashing on thefloor. 

For a few moments the others stood aghast, staring at their prostratecompanion, who writhed slightly for a brief period, uttering a curioussound, and then lay upon his back, stretched out motionless. 

The younger man was the first to recover himself. 

"Help!" he gasped, in a hoarse whisper. 

"Hush!" cried his companion; "are you mad?"

He raised his life-preserver threateningly, and the other gazed at himwith ghastly face and staring eyes. 

"What shall we do?" he whispered. 

"Keep your head, and don't be a fool, " was the reply. 

As the bearded man spoke he went down on one knee, thrust his hand intohis comrade's breast, and then rose quickly. 

"What is it, Harry--poison?"

"Yes, grim death, lad. "

"Then, we've got it, too. "

"No--all right. The fool! Smell that glass. "

He took up and held the tumbler to his nose, and then passed it to hiscompanion, who smelt it, and put it down with a shudder. 

"Come on, " he panted; "let's get away. "

"Without the diamonds--now?"

"I'm no use, " groaned the younger man. 

"Hold up, curse you! It's fortune of war. One man down. Prize-moneyto divide between two instead of three. "

"Hah!" ejaculated the other, upon whom his comrade's words acted likemagic. "I'm all sight, now. Quick! let's have 'em!"

The elder man had already thrust his hand into Mark's breast. 

"Well?"

"All right. "

"Are they there?"

"Yes; safe enough. "

"Get 'em out, then, and let's go. Curse it! Look at old Roger's eyes. "

There was a dull heavy sound of a door banged, and the two men startedup in an agony of dread that the spoil for which they had toiled sopatiently and long, never getting it within their clutch till now, wasabout to be snatched away. 

It was a door that had been banged, and in their ignorance of theconfiguration of the place they did not realise that it was in the nexthouse. 

"Keep your head, " said the elder man. 

"Right. I'm cool enough, " was the reply. "Quick! get 'em out, andlet's go!"

"It would take half an hour to get at them. He has a belt buckled roundhis waist under everything, and there'll be stones sewn into his clothesall over. "

"Curse it all!"

"Hush! Quick! Take hold of that ulster, and there's his hat. "

"What are you going to do?"

"We've got him. He's drugged, and we can do what we like. "

"What! bring him away?"

"Yes. Quick! take hold of that arm!"

"But if he wakes?"

"Send him to sleep, as we did the doctor. Now, held your row, do as Ido, and keep your head. "

The younger man obeyed, and catching Mark Heath's arm, as his companionhad done on the other side, they placed his hat upon his head, and in ahalf-conscious way he made an effort to walk, so that they had nodifficulty in getting him into the surgery. 

"Now, then, button-up. I'll hold him, " said the elder man. 

"But when we get him in the street?" whispered the other. 

"Well--what? He's drunk. We'll get him in a cab. No one willinterfere. Leave it to me, and back me up. Quick! shut that door; andthen turn on the light. "

The orders were obeyed; and as soon as they stood in the darkness thelobby-door was opened, where the red light gave them sufficientillumination to finish their proceedings. 

Another minute, and, their victim's arm well gripped on either side, theelder man said hoarsely, "Ready?"

"Yes; but are you sure that he had the stuff on him?"

"Trust me for that. Now, be cool, and the diamonds are ours. Off!"

The outer door was opened, and with very little difficulty Mark Heathwas half-lifted, half-led outside, in an inert, helpless condition, hisbrain steeped in sleep, and his mind a blank. Then the two men stood inthe snow, listening for a sound within the house. 

It was the elder who spoke then:

"Get your arm well under him. Hold hard! Shut the door. Mind he don'tslip down. It's dark as pitch. Now, then, come on. "

At that moment John Whyley turned on his lamp. 

CHAPTER TEN. 

"AY, MARRY IS'T; CROWNER'S QUEST LAW. "

A jury of men, chosen with the careful selection always made by thecoroner's officer, and with such extraordinary happy results, satsolemnly and listened to the evidence, after hearing the coroner'spreliminary address, and viewing the body of the deceased. 

Witness by witness, all were examined. John Whyley told all he knew, and produced the life-preserver; Richmond Chartley, brought from herfather's bedside, where he lay perfectly insensible, gave her account ofthe proceedings, and directly after joined Janet Heath, who was hercompanion, and sat down to try once more to disentangle her thoughts, which, from the time she had left the surgery with the bottle of chloraltill she was alarmed by the persistent ringing of the doctor'snight-bell, had been in a state of wild confusion. 

Hendon Chartley gave his evidence. How he had been spending the eveningwith a gentleman of his acquaintance, and on letting himself in with hislatch-key he had heard voices in the surgery, and gone there. 

Mr James Poynter, the gentleman with whom Hendon Chartley had beendining corroborated the last witness, and seemed disgusted that he hadnot a better part to play, especially after his announcement to thecoroner that he was a great friend of the family. 

For some reason of their own, the sapient jurymen exchanged glancesseveral times during the evidence of the last two witnesses, and shooktheir heads, while one man began to make notes on the sheet of paperbefore him with a very scratchy pen, whereupon two more immediatelycaught the complaint, and the foreman regretted to himself that hewasn't as handy with ink as he could wish. 

The surgeon was of course a very important witness, and he told how theman upon whose body the inquest was being held had undoubtedly died ofan excessive dose of hydrocyanic acid, of which poison there was, naturally enough, a bottle in the doctor's surgery; but how it had beenadministered, whether by accident, purposely, or with suicidal intent, it was impossible to say; and apparently the only man who could throwany light upon the subject was Doctor Chartley himself, who was nowlying in a precarious state, perfectly insensible from the pressure ofbone upon the brain, and too feeble for an operation to be performed. 

"Not the only man, " said one of the jury; "three men were seen by thepoliceman to leave the surgery. "

The coroner said "Exactly;" and there was a murmur of assent; while, after stating that it was impossible to say how long Dr Chartley wouldbe before he could appear, and that it was quite possible that he wouldnever be able to give evidence at all, the surgeon's evidence came to anend. 

Elizabeth Gundry was called; and a frightened-looking smudgy woman cameforward, trembling and fighting hard not to burst into tears, hystericalsobbing having filled up so much of her time since the foggy night thather voice had degenerated into an appealing whine. She wassmudgy-looking, but undoubtedly clean; only life in undergroundkitchens, and the ingraining of London blacks with the baking process ofcookery, had given her skin an unwholesome tinge, which her reddenedeyes did not improve. 

Questioned, she knew nothing but that she thought she had heard thedoctor's bell ring; but that she always put her head under the clothesif she did hear it, and she did so that night. Further questioned why, she said with sobs that it was a very large house, and nobody was keptbut her and Bob; and she was "that tired when she went to bed that shethought it weren't fair to expect her to get up and answer thenight-bell, and so she never would hear it if it rang. It warn't herplace; for though she did housemaid's work, and there was two sets offront-doorsteps, she considered herself a cook. "

Here there was a furious burst of sobbing, and the foreman of the jurywanted to know why. 

Now he, being a pleasant-looking man, won upon Elizabeth Gundry morethan the coroner did, that gentleman being suggestive of an extremelysharp ratting terrier grown fat. So Elizabeth informed the foreman thather grief was, of course, partly on account of master, and she thoughtit very shocking for there to be a murder in "our house;" but what shewanted to know was what had become of Bob, whom she was sure one ofthose bad men had smuggled away under his coat. 

Of course, this brought Bob to the front, and, growing garrulous now, Elizabeth informed everybody that Bob was a regular limb, but evidentlya favourite; and since Bob had answered her out of the surgery regardinghis supper, Bob had not been seen or heard of, and it was her opinionthat he had been killed, so as not to tell all he knew. 

Bob's bed had not been slept in; Bob's hat was hanging in the pantry, and the police had not been able to discover where Bob had gone. 

The mystery seemed to thicken, and Elizabeth was questioned till shebroke down sobbing once more, after declaring that Bob was themischievousest young imp as ever lived, but she was very fond of him;and if it hadn't been for his wicked old tipsy mother, who was no betterthan a thief, there weren't a dearer, more lovable boy in the "oldworld. "

The sergeant of police and John Whyley made notes, afterwards compared, about Bob and his mother, and Elizabeth went off crying and refusing tobe comforted because of Bob. 

Then the sergeant stated perspiringly in the hot room, buttoned up inhis coat, that the cabman had been found; and in due course a red-nosed, prominent-eyed member of the four-wheeled fraternity corroborated JohnWhyley's evidence as to the three men whom he took in his cab. Hereiterated the statement that "one on 'em was very tight;" told that hedrove them to an hotel in Surrey Street, close to the Embankment, andcorrected himself as to the driving, because "You see, gents, it waslike this here: the fog was that thick, if you sat on the box youcouldn't see the 'oss's tail, let alone his ears, and you had to leadhim all the way. "

Did the men go into the hotel?

He couldn't say; they helped out the one as was so very tight, and theygave him arf-suffrin--first money he'd took that night, and the last, onaccount of the fog. 

And where did the three men go--into the hotel?

He didn't know; they seemed to him to go into the fog. Everythink wentinto the fog that night or come out on it. It was all fog as you might'most ha' cut with a knife; and when he had a wash next morning, hisface was that black with the sut you might ha' took him for a sweep. 

But the man who seemed to be drunk, did he say anything?

Not a word. 

"Would he know the men again?"

Not likely; and besides, if he took notice of all parties as was verytight, and as he took home in his keb, he'd have enough to do. Thatthere fog was so thick that--

The coroner said that would do, and after the people at the hotel hadbeen called to prove that no one had entered their place after eleveno'clock that night, and that the bell had not been rung, the coronersaid that the case would have for the present to be left in the hands ofthe police, who would, he hoped, elucidate what was at present one ofthe mysteries of our great city. He did not think he was justified instarting a theory of his own as to the causes of the dramatic scene thatmust have taken place in Dr Chartley's surgery. They were met toinvestigate the causes of the death of this man, who was at presentunknown. No doubt the police would be able to trace the three men wholeft the surgery that night, and during the adjournment Dr Chartleywould probably recover; and so on, and so on; a long harangue in whichit seemed as if the fog, of which so much mention had been made, had gotinto the evidence. 

Finally the coroner said that he did not think he should be doing hisduty if he did not mark the feeling he had with respect to the conductof the police-constable John Whyley. 

The gentleman in question glowed, for he felt that he had suddenlybecome a prominent personage, with chevrons upon his arm to denote hisrise in rank. Then he froze, and his face assumed a terribly blankexpression, for the coroner went on to say that never in the wholecourse of his experience, which now extended over a quarter of acentury, had he been cognisant of such utterly crass stupidity as thatof this policeman--a man who, in his opinion, ought to be dismissed fromthe force. 

John Whyley wished a wicked wish after the jury had been dismissed, andorders given for the burial of the Mephistophelean-looking man, lying sostiff and ghastly in the parish shell--and John Whyley's wish was thatit had been the coroner instead of Doctor Chartley who had got "thatone--two on the nob. "

CHAPTER ELEVEN. 

MR POYNTER POLISHES HIS HAT. 

James Poynter rang four times at Dr Chartley's door-bell, and rapped asmany at the great grinning knocker tied in flannel, before he heard thechain put up and the lock shot back, to display the smudgy unwholesomecountenance of Elizabeth Gundry, who always blinked like a night-birdwhen forced to leave her dark kitchen. 

"There, hang it, woman, open the door!" cried Poynter. "Do you take mefor a thief?"

"No, sir, I didn't know it was you; but I am so scared, sir, and theyain't found Bob yet. "

Elizabeth did not hear what James Poynter said about Bob, for she closedthe door, took down the chain, opened slowly and grudgingly, and thevisitor entered. 

"How's the doctor?"

"Awful, please, sir, just; he's there with his eyes shut, as if he wasgoing to die, and Miss Rich and Miss Janet taking it in turns to sit upnight and day. "

"Ask Miss Chartley to come down and see me. "

"Which, please, sir, she said as she couldn't see nobody now. "

"You go and do as I tell you. "

"Which it ain't my place, sir, to answer the front-door-bell at all. Poor Bob!"

She ended with a sob, and put her apron to her eyes. 

"I say, " said Poynter, giving her apron a twitch and dragging it down, "look here. "

"Well, I'm sure!" began Elizabeth indignantly. 

"Look here; have your wages been paid?"

"Lor', no, sir, not for ever so long, " said Elizabeth, with an air ofsurprise at the absurdity of the question. 

"Then look here, Elizabeth: you know what I come here for, don't you?"

"I think I can guess, sir, " said the woman, suddenly becoming interestedand smiling weakly. 

"Of course you can. You're a sharp 'un, that's what you are. So lookhere: the day I'm married I'll pay your wages, and I'll give you afi'-pun note to buy yourself a new bonnet and gown. Now go up and sayI'm waiting to see Miss Richmond on particular business. "

Elizabeth's eyes opened widely, and there was a peculiar look ofsatisfaction therein, as she closed the door, led the way into thedining-room, and then, after giving the visitor a nod of intelligence, she left him to go up-stairs and deliver her message. 

"Pah! how the place smells!" muttered Poynter. "Any one would thinkthat chap was here now. A nasty, damp, fusty hole!"

He listened eagerly, but the step he hoped to hear was not coming, andhe began to walk up and down, twisting his silk handkerchief round, andpolishing his glossy hat the while. 

"I'm screwed up now, " he muttered. "I'm not afraid of her. She can'tsay no, but if she does, she's got to learn something. Perhaps shedon't know what putting on the screw means, and I shall have to teachher. All for her good. Hah!"

There was no mistake now; a step was descending the stairs, and JamesPoynter once more looked round for a mirror for a final glance; butthere was nothing of the kind on the blank walls, and he had to faceRichmond unfurbished. 

She entered the room, looking quite calm, but very pale, and the bluerings about her eyes told of her sufferings and anxiety. There was aslight heightening of her colour, though, for a few moments, as thevisitor advanced with extended hand, in which she placed hers for a fewmoments before motioning him to a seat. 

"How's the doctor?" he said huskily, and then coughed to clear histhroat. 

"Very, very ill, Mr Poynter, " was the reply. "I am sorry, but I mustask you to please see Doctor Maurice, who has promised to attend any ofmy father's patients if they called. "

"Oh! bother Doctor Maurice! I'm better now. Quite well. "

James Poynter had partaken of the greater portion of a bottle ofchampagne before he came, so as to screw himself up, as he termed it;and there was plenty of decision of a rude and vulgar type as he spoke. 

"I beg your pardon; I thought you had come to consult my father. Youhave come to see how he was?"

"No, I didn't? You know what I've come for. "

Richmond did know, and perfectly well; but as she scorned to make use offarther subterfuge, she remained silent. 

"I'm a plain fellow, Miss Rich, and I know what's what, " he said, "Hendon and I've had lots of chats together about money matters, and youwant money now. "

"Mr Poynter!"

"Now, now, now! sit down, and don't get in a wax, my dear, with a manwho has come as a friend. I'm well enough off now, but I know the timewhen a half-crown seemed riches, and if a friend had come to me, I'd ha'said `Bless yer!'"

"If you have come as a friend of my brother, Mr Poynter, I amgrateful. "

"Now, don't put me on one side like that, Miss Rich--don't. I have comeas a friend--the best of friends. I know what things are, and thatyou're pushed for money. "

"Mr Poynter!" indignantly. 

"Yes, I know what you are going to say. 'Tain't put delicate. Can'thelp that. I'm a City man of business; but if it ain't put delicatelyit's put honest. We don't put things delicately in the City. "

"I have no doubt of your intentions, Mr Poynter, and I am grateful. "

"Thank you, and that's right. Now, don't kick at what I'm going to say, and let it hurt your pride, because it is only between you and your bestfriend--the man as loves you. There, I came to say that, and I'm gladit's out. "

"Mr Poynter, " said Rich hastily, "I am worn out. I am ill. I havethat terrible trouble in the house. It is not the time to speak to melike this. "

"That's where you're wrong, my dear; for when should your best friendcome if it isn't when you're sick, and so pushed for money that youdon't know where to turn?"

"Oh, the shame of it!" moaned Rich to herself, as her eyes flashed withmortification, while Poynter went on polishing his hat. 

"You see I know all about it, and I want to show you that I'm nofine-weather friend. "

"Mr Poynter I have told you that I am ill; will you please to bringthis visit to an end? I--I cannot bear it. "

"Yes, you can, " he said, in what was meant to be a soothing tone; "let'shave it over at once, and have done with it. I won't hurry you. I onlywant to feel that it will be some day before long; and till then here'smy hand, and it don't come to you empty. Say what's troubling you, andwhat you want to pay, and there's my cheque for it. I don't care howmuch it is. "

"Mr Poynter, " cried Rich, "you force me to speak out. I cannot takeyour help, and what you wish is impossible. "

"Oh, no, it isn't!" he said, smiling, and leaving his handkerchiefhanging on his hat as he tried to take her hand, which she withdrew; "Isaw the doctor the other day, before this upset. We had a long chatover it, and he was willing. "

"What! my father willing?"

"To give his consent? Yes. "

"It is impossible!" cried Rich. 

"Oh, no, it isn't, and what's more, Hendon and I have often chatted thisover together, and he's willing, too. Now, I say, what is the use ofmaking a fuss over it? There, we understand one another, and I want tohelp you at once. "

"Mr Poynter, " cried Rich, "I now calmly and firmly tell you that whatyou wish can never take place. Will you allow me to pass?"

"No, " said Poynter, flushing angrily, "I won't. Now, don't put me in atemper over this by being foolish. What's the good of it? You knowit's for the best, and that as my wife you can help the old man, and getyour brother on. See what a practise you could buy Hendon by and by. "

"Mr Poynter, I have already told you, I can say no more. "

"Don't say any more, then, " he cried, barring her way of exit, as hegave his hat a final polish, and pocketed his handkerchief. "I respectyou--no, I love you all the more for holding out; but there's beenenough of it now, so let's talk sensibly. Come, I say. Why, after thisupset some men would have fought shy of the place, even if you'd had afortune. I don't: I come to you quite humble, and say what shall I dofor you first?"

Rich stood before him pale, and with her eyes flashing in a way thatpenetrated even the thick hide of his vanity, and was unmistakable. 

"Look here, " he said angrily, "don't go on like that. It makes a fellowfeel put out. "

Richmond once more essayed to leave the room, but Poynter stayed her. 

"Look here, " he said, "I'm a City man, I am. I began life with nothing, but I said to myself I'd make my fortune, and I've made it. While otherfellows were fooling about, I worked till I could afford to do as theydid, and then, perhaps, I had my turn. Then I saw you, and when I hadseen you I said to myself that's the woman for my wife. "

"Mr Poynter!"

"Yes, and some day it shall be Mrs Poynter. I said it should, and soit shall!"

"Mr Poynter, will you leave this house?"

"No, I won't, " he replied bitterly, "not till you've thrown all thisnonsense aside, and made friends. What a temper! Now, look here, Rich, I've been afraid of you. I've come here to see the doctor, and I'veshivered when I've seen you. I've wanted to speak to you, but my tonguehas seemed to stick to the roof of my mouth; but that's all over now, and we're going to understand one another before I go. "

"Sir, this is insolence!"

"Insolence!" he said, with the champagne effervescing as it were, in hisveins. "No, it's love. "

Richmond rang the bell. 

"Bah!" he said, "what of that? When the girl comes--if she does--Ishall tell her to go, for I mean to be master here now. "

"Coward!"

"No, not a coward now, " he replied, laughing. "Rich, do you know what Ican do if I like? I can come down on brother Hendon for all he owes me, and how would it be then?"

Richmond winced, and the flush in her cheeks paled away, while Poyntersaw it, and went on:

"What should you say if I was to act like a business man would, and comedown on your father!"

"What? My father! He does not owe you money?"

"Doesn't he!" said Poynter, with a mocking laugh. "You see you don'tknow everything, my dear. Come, what's it going to be--peace or war?"

"War!" said Richmond firmly. "My father cannot owe you money, and as tomy brother, he would sooner die than see his sister sold as a slave topay his debts. "

"Would he?" snarled Poynter. "Why he's as weak as water; I can turn himaround my thumb. You tried to keep him away. He wouldn't own it; but Iknow. He came, though, all the same, when I asked him; and he willcome, too, as often as I like, and he'll help me to make you--Bah!nonsense! Come, don't let's talk like this: you're out of sorts, and nowonder, and I've come at a bad time. To-morrow you'll be cool, andyou'll put that little hand in mine, and say, `James Poynter, you'veacted like a man and my best friend, and I won't say no. '"

He tried to take her hand, but she shrank from him. 

"Sir, I beg that you will not come here again, " she said, drawingherself up. "I am not blind to your position with my brother, but--"

"Your brother's a weak-minded young fool!" cried Poynter, who had nowthoroughly become roused, so withering was the contempt written inRich's eyes; "and--"

He stopped short, for in the heat of the encounter neither had heard thelatch-key in the front-door, nor the opening of that of the room, toadmit Hendon Chartley, who stood still for a few moments, and thenstrode to his sister's side and put his arm round her. 

"Yes, " he said hoarsely, "I have been a weak young fool, James Poynter, to let you play with me as you pleased; but please God, with my sister'shelp, I'm going to be strong now, and if you don't leave this house I'llkick you out. "

"You kick me out!" snarled Poynter, snatching his handkerchief from hispocket and polishing his hat savagely; "not you! So it's going to bewar, is it? Why, if I liked--There, you needn't threaten. I'm notgoing to quarrel with you, my lad, because we're going to be brothers. "

"Brothers!" cried Hendon, in tones of contempt. 

"Yes, my lad, brothers. I've gone the right way to work, and you knowit, too. There, we're all peppery now. Rich, my dear, you know whatI've said. I'm not angry. It was only a flash, and you won't make meany the worse for speaking out like a man. Next time I come we shall bebetter friends. "

He gave his hat a final polish, flourished his handkerchief, and leftthe room. 

"Hendon, Hendon, what have you done?" cried Richmond, as soon as theywere alone. "Had we not trouble enough without this?"

"The cad!" cried Hendon angrily. 

"And after what had passed you went to him again!"

"How could I help it?" said the young man, with a groan. "I owe himmoney, and it's like a chain about my neck. He tugs it, and I'm obligedto go. "

"And he hinted that our poor father was in his debt. "

"The governor? Oh, Rich!"

Richmond said nothing, but returned to her watching by her father'spillow, asking herself whether the chain was being fitted to her ownlimbs, and whether, to save those she loved, she was to become thisman's slave. 

CHAPTER TWELVE. 

THE DREAMS OF A FEVER. 

A dreamy sensation of cold and thick darkness and stumbling on and on, with a dull light glowing about his head and fading away directly, thenmore darkness and stumbling on, and once more a dull yellow glow, andthis fading away, with the darkness increasing. Then a slight struggle, and a few petulant remonstrances. 

Why wouldn't the doctor let him sleep?

Then another feeble struggle, a sensation of passing through the air, asudden plunge into the icy water, and then utter darkness, and a noise, as if of thunder, in his ears. 

But the sudden immersion was electric in its effect, sending a thrillthrough nerve and muscle, though the brain remained still drowsilyinert, while the natural instinct of desire for life chased away thehelpless state of collapse; and Mark Heath, old athlete, expert swimmer, man hardened by his life in the southern colony, rose to the surface, and struck out, swimming slowly and mechanically, as if it were thenatural action of his muscles. On and on, breasting the icy water, keeping just afloat, but progressing blindly where the tide willed; onand on through the darkness, with the yellow fog hanging like a solidbank a few feet above his head, as if the rushing of the water werecutting the lower stratum away. 

Now a yellow light shone weirdly through the mist, came into sight, andafter glowing for a moment on the murky current, died away. 

On still, as if it were the tide--that last tide which sweeps away theparting spirit--stroke after stroke, given mechanically; and then therewas another light--a dull red light, then an angry glow--a stain as ofblood upon the black water; and it, too, died away, but not till it hadbathed the upturned face with its crimson hue. 

Onward still, the icy water thrilling the swimmer through and through, but seeming to bring with it no dread, no sense of horror, norecollection of the past, no fear of what was to come: the sensation wasthat he was swimming as one swims without effort in a dream. 

A blow from some dark slimy object along whose side he glided, and thenon once more. 

Another blow against something which checked him for a time, and turnedhim face downward, so that the thundering recommenced in his ears; therewas the sense of strangulation; and then he was steadily swimming ononce more, past moored barge with its lights, past steamboat pontoon;and then with a rush he was driven against a stone pier; his handsgrasped at the slimy stones without avail, he was turned in an eddyaround and around, sucked under, and rose again, to swim on and on, tillat last, in the darkness, his hands touched the muddy pebbles of theriver shore, his knees struck heavily, and he crawled through a pool, and then staggered to his feet, with the water streaming from him. 

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What next? It was all as in a dream, in which, in the gloom of thethick night, he stumbled upon a flight of slippery steps, and walked upand up, and then along a road which he crossed again and again, andalways walking on and on. 

At times he guided himself by mechanically touching a cold rough stonywall, till somehow it was different and felt slippery, and his handglided over the side. 

Then darkness, and a sense of wandering. How long? Where? Why was hewandering on?

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It was all a dream, but changed to a time when his head was as it wereon fire, and he was climbing mountains where diamonds glistened at thetop, but which he could not reach, though he was ever climbing, with thesun burning into his brain, and the diamonds that he must find fartherand farther away. 

And so on, and so on, in one long weary journey, to reach that which hecould not attain, and at last oblivion--soft, sweet, restful oblivion--with nothing wrong, nothing a trouble, no weariness or care: it wasrest, sweet rest, after that toilsome climb. 

The next sensation was of a cool soft hand upon his brow, and Mark Heathopened his eyes, to gaze into those of a pale, grave-looking woman inwhite, curiously-shaped cap; and she smiled at the look of intelligencein his face as he said softly. 

"Who are you?"

"Your nurse, " was the reply. 

"Nurse?"

One word only, but a chapter in its inquiring tone. "Yes, " she saidgently; "you have been ill. Don't try to talk. Take this, and liequite still. "

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Another long, dreamy time, during which there were noises about hishead--the gentle, pleasant voice of his nurse, and the firm, decisivevoice of the doctor. It might have been hours, it might have been daysor weeks, he did not know; and then came the morning when he seemed toawaken from a long disturbed sleep, full of terrible dreams, with a fullrealisation of his position. 

He looked about him, and there were people in beds on either side, whilea row of windows started from opposite to him, and went on right andleft. 

At last he saw the face of the woman whom he felt that he had seenleaning over him in his dream. 

She came to his bedside. 

"Well?" she said, with a pleasant smile. 

"Is this a hospital?" he said eagerly. 

"Yes. "

"And I have met with some accident--hurt?"

"No, " was the reply; "not an accident. You have been ill. "

"Ill? How came I here?"

He looked wildly in the calm soft face before him, and behind it thereseemed to be a dense mental mist which he could not penetrate. Therewas the nurse; and as he lay, it seemed to him that he could think asfar as their presence there, and no further. 

"You had better wait till the doctor has been round. "

"If you don't tell me what all this means, " he said impetuously, "youwill make me worse. "

She laid her hand upon his forehead, to find that it was perfectly cool, and he caught her fingers in his as she was drawing them away. "Don'tkeep me in suspense, " he said piteously. 

"Well, I will tell you. The police brought you here a fortnight ago. They found you lying in a doorway, drenched with water and fast asleep. You were quite delirious, and you have been very ill. "

"Ill? Yes, I feel so weak, " he muttered, as he struggled to penetratethe mist which seemed to shut him in, till the nurse's next words gavehim a clue to the way out. 

"We do not even know who you are; only that they suppose you to be asailor who has just left his ship. "

"Heath--Mark Heath, " he said quickly. 

"Ah! And your friends? We want to communicate with them. "

"My friends! No; it would frighten her, poor little girl!"

"The cause for alarm is passed, " said the nurse gravely. 

"Yes. Ah! I begin to recollect now, " he said. "Send to Miss Heath--mysister--19 Upper Brunswick Avenue, Bloomsbury. "

"Yes; and now lie still. "

The nurse left him, and he lay thinking, and gradually finding in themist the pieces of the puzzle of his past adventure, till he seemed tohave them nearly all there. 

Then came the doctor with a few words of encouragement. 

"You'll do now, " he said. "Narrow escape of losing your hair, youngfellow. Next time you come from sea don't touch the drink. "

Mark Heath lay back thinking, and with the puzzle pretty well fittedtogether now all but what had happened since, half wild with exhaustionand excitement, he had taken refuge at Doctor Chartley's. 

"Don't touch the drink!" he muttered. "He thinks I have had D. T. Well, I did drink--brandy. I had some. Yes; I remember now--at the doctor's, and--Great Heavens!"

He paused, with his hands pressed to his forehead; and now the light hadcome back clearly. 

He lay waiting till the nurse passed round again, and he signed to herto come to his side. 

"You have sent to my sister?"

"Yes; a messenger has been sent. "

"My clothes?" he said, in an eager whisper. "Where are they?"

"They have been taken care of quite safely. "

"And the bag, and the belt--the cash-belt I had strapped round mywaist?"

"I will make inquiries. "

The nurse went away, and Mark Heath lay in an agony of spirit which hecould hardly control till her return, to announce that he had nothingwhatever upon him in the way of bag or money when found by the police. 

Mark lay as if stunned till the messenger returned with the intelligencethat Miss Heath had left the lodgings indicated; that the people therewere new, and could give no information whatever. 

"But you have other friends, " said the nurse, as she looked downpityingly in the patient's agitated face. 

"Yes, " he said, "I have friends. Write for me to--"

He paused for a few moments, with a hysterical sob rising to his lips ashe recalled how he had struggled to return to her wealthy, and had comeback a beggar. 

"Yes, to--"

The gently-spoken inquiry roused him, and he went on. "To MissRichmond--"

"Richmond?" said the nurse, looking up inquiringly as she took down thename in a little memorandum-book. 

"Miss Richmond Chartley, 27 Ramillies Street, Queen's Square, Bloomsbury, to beg her to find and send my sister here. "

The nurse smiled, and left him to his thoughts, which now came freelyenough--too freely to help him to convalescence. 

It was late in the evening when the nurse came to announce that therewere visitors; and after a few grave firm words, bidding him be calm, she left him, and returned with Janet and Richmond, both trembling andagitated, to grasp his hands, and fight hard against the desire to throwthemselves sobbing upon his breast. 

The nurse remained, not from curiosity, but to watch over her patient, whom she had literally dragged from the grasp of death, while, after thefirst loving words, Mark Heath gazed at Richmond in a troubled way, andproceeded to tell of his adventures. 

"But did you really bring back a bag of diamonds, Mark, or is it--"

"Fancy, " he said bitterly. "No; it is no fancy. I have been delirious, Jenny; but I am sane enough now. I had the bag of diamonds, and over ahundred pounds in gold, in a belt about my waist. Rich, darling, I wassilent during these past two years; for I vowed that I would not writeagain till I could come back to you and say I have fulfilled my promise, and now I have come to you a beggar. "

"Yes, " said Richmond, laying her hand in his, as an ineffably sweet lookof content beamed from her eyes in his, and there was tender yearninglove in every tone of her sweet deep voice; "but you have come backalive after we had long mourned you as dead. "

"Better that I had been, " he said bitterly. "Better that that darknight's work had been completed than I should have come back a beggar. "

Janet and Richmond exchanged glances; which with a sick man's suspicionhe noted, and his brow contracted. 

"They doubt me, " he thought. 

"But you have come back, Mark. We are young; and there is our lifebefore us. I do not complain, " said Richmond gently. "We must wait. "

"Wait!" he said bitterly; and he uttered a low groan, which made thenurse approach. "No, no, " he said, "I will be quite calm. " The nursedrew back. 

"Tell me, Mark, " said Janet, with her pretty little earnest facepuckered up. "Why did you not come straight to me? How stupid? Ofcourse you didn't know where, as you did not get my last letters?"

"No, I have had no letters for a year. How could I, out in thatdesert?"

"But, Mark, you recollect being pursued by those men!"

"Yes, yes. "

"You are sure it was not a dream?"

He looked at her almost fiercely. 

"Dream? Could a man dream a thing like that?"

"Don't be cross with me, dear Mark, " she said, laying her cheek againsthis. "It seems so strange, and you have been very, very ill. My owndarling brother!"

It was not jealousy, but something very near akin, that troubled Rich asshe stood there, with an intense longing to take her friend's place, after the long parting. But there was the recollection that theirparting had not been the warm passionate embracing of lovers, only calmand full of the hope of what might be. 

Janet continued:

"And you went late at night through a dreadful fog, and took refuge witha friend?"

"Yes, " he said, with his features contracting, and a shudder passingthrough him, as he gazed furtively at Rich. 

"And what can you recollect besides? Are you sure you had what yousay--diamonds and money?"

"Yes, I am certain. "

"I never wore diamonds, " said Janet, with her pretty white foreheadgrowing more puckered, "and I don't want any; but after being so poor, and with one's dearest friends so poor, and when it would make every oneso happy, I should like you to find them again. "

Mark uttered a low groan. 

"But tell me, Mark, what else can you recollect?"

"Very little, " he said. "It all seems misty; but I recollect drinkingsomething. "

"Brandy, Mark?"

"Yes; and afterwards a medicine that was to calm him, for I was half madwith excitement. "

"Yes; go on. "

"Then everything is confused: I seemed to fall asleep--a long restfulsleep, that was broken by my taking a long journey. "

"Yes, but that was dreaming, dear. "

"Maybe, " he said, "and then I was swimming--swimming for life--and thentoiling on and on, a long weary journey under a hot sun to get mydiamonds. "

"Yes, dear, fever, " said Janet, with the tears streaming down hercheeks. "Oh, Mark, what you have suffered! Rich, love, do you hear?"

"Yes--yes, " cried Rich, who seemed to be roused from a strange dream, inwhich she was fighting to recall another of which she had a mistyrecollection--a dream that troubled her on the night she took thechloral, when half mad with pain. 

"You have seen and borne so much, dear, " said Janet piteously. "Was notall this about the bag of diamonds and those people a feverish dream?"

"Jenny, do you want to drive me mad?"

"My own dear old darling brother, no, " she whispered caressingly; andonce more that strange half-jealous feeling swept like a hot breath ofwind across Rich, making her pale face flush. "I only want to make yousee things rightly, and not fret about a fancy. "

"I tell you it was no fancy, " he said angrily; and then, as the nurseheld up a warning hand. "All right, " he added, "I'll be calm. "

"Say something to him, Rich, " said Janet piteously. 

Rich started, and then took Mark's hand. "You say that you went to thehouse of a friend?" she whispered. 

"Ye-es, " he replied hesitatingly. 

"And that you partook of some medicine that was to make you sleep?"

He bowed his head slowly. 

"And that your next clear recollection is of lying here, where you werebrought after being found delirious by the police?"

"Yes, yes, " he said impatiently. 

"Robbed?"

"Stripped of everything, " he said bitterly. 

"It could not have been a friend, then, with whom you took refuge, " saidRich. 

Mark was silent. 

"Must it not have been a dream?" said Janet in a whisper to hercompanion. 

"No, " said Rich aloud. "I think that all Mark recollects before he tookthis medicine must be true, and that this friend must have drugged him. "

Mark drew a long, catching breath between his teeth. 

"And robbed him while he slept. "

Mark's breast rose and fell as if he were suffering some great emotion, and he stared at Rich wildly, his hand twitching and his lip quiveringas he waited for her next speech, which seemed to crush him, as sheasked in a clear firm voice. 

"Who was the friend to whose house you went?"

He looked at her wildly, with the thoughts of the consequences oftelling her that which he believed to be the truth--that Dr Chartley--her father--the father of the woman he passionately loved--had druggedhim--taken the treasure for which he had fought so hard, and then casthim forth feverish and delirious into the river to die. For he realisedit now: he had been swimming; he could even recall the very plunge; hehad been cast into the river to drown, and somehow he must havestruggled out. 

"Who was the friend, Mark?" she said again, in her calm firm way. 

"Yes, who was it?" cried Janet, with her little lips compressed. "Youare right, Rich. Some one did do this dreadful thing. Who was it, Mark?"

The sick man turned from her with a shudder, while she, all excitementnow, pressed his hard hand. 

"Tell us, Mark dear, that he may be punished, and made to restore whathe has stolen. "

"No, no!" he said excitedly; "I cannot tell you--I do not know. "

"Try and recollect, Mark, " said Rich gently; and she looked in his facewith an appealing smile. 

"No, no!" he gasped, as he shuddered again; "it is impossible. I--I donot know. And Heaven forgive me for my lie!" he muttered, as he sharplywithdrew his hands, sank back upon his pillow, and covered his face. 

"He must be left now, " said the nurse firmly, "He is very weak, and yourvisit is proving painful. Say good-night to him. You can cometo-morrow. He will be stronger after a night's rest. "

"But--there is no danger?" whispered Rich, as she caught the sister'shand. 

"No; the danger is past, but he must be kept quiet. Say good-night. "

Janet bent down and kissed her brother lovingly; and as she drew backfrom his pallid drawn face, Rich took her place and held out her hand. 

Mark caught it in both his, and there was an agonised look in his eyes. 

"Rich, " he whispered passionately, "I have come back to you a beggar, after fighting so hard. Heaven knows how hard, and what I am sufferingfor your sake. I cannot tell you more. I only say, believe in me andtrust in me. Kiss me, my love--my love. "

Richmond Chartley's pale face deepened, but she did not hesitate. Therewere patients here and there who lay witnessing the scene, and therewere others present; but at that moment the world seemed very small, andthey two the only living creatures it contained, as she bent down, passed her arm beneath his neck, and for the first time her lips methis. 

"Rich--poor--what does it matter, Mark?" she whispered, with her warmbreath seeming to caress his cheek. "You have come back to me, as itwere, from the dead. "

She drew down her veil as she rose from the parting, and the nurse'squick experienced eyes noted the restful happy look that had come overher patient's face. 

"Good-bye, " she said to the two visitors. "May I?"

Rich leaned forward, and the two women kissed. 

"I had some one once whom I dearly loved. It pleased God that he shoulddie--for his country--trying to save a brother officer's life. Good-bye, dear. You are the best physician for him now. Come backsoon. "

Janet impulsively threw her arms about the sister's neck and kissed her. 

"And I never thanked you for your care of my poor brother, " she said. "But tell me, he is still a little wandering, is he not?"

"I could not help hearing all that passed, " was the reply. "It was myduty to be present. I have, of course, had some experience of suchcases, and I fear that he must have been drinking heavily in riotouscompany, and these ideas have become impressed upon his brain. "

"And they are fancies?"

"I think so, but as he grows stronger these ideas will weaken, and you, his sister--and you--Ah, men are sometimes very weak, but to whom shouldthey come for forgiveness when weak and repentant, if not to us?"

"But I won't believe my Mark has been going on as she hinted, " saidJanet, through her tears, as she walked away, weeping bitterly, andclinging tightly to Rich's arm. 

"No; it is impossible, " replied Rich; and with the feeling upon her thatit was her duty to suffer for all in turn, and be calm and patient, shefought down her own longing to burst into a passionate fit of weeping, and walked on to resume her watch by her father's side, where he laystill insensible, as if in a sleep which must end in death. 

"Rich dear, if it is true, and poor Mark was drugged and robbed, thewretch who did it shall be brought to justice, shall he not?"

"Yes, " said Rich, as she clasped the weeping girl to her breast. 

And as she sat there in the silent chamber, through the dark watches ofthe night, at times a feeling of exultation and joy filled her breast, while at others a hot pang of rage shot through her, and she felt thatshe could slay the wretch who had raised a hand against him who hadreturned to her as from the dead. 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN. 

JANET IS HAUNTED. 

A fortnight passed, and Mark was able to join his sister at her lodging, from which she was out all day. 

It was very hard work, that lesson-giving at different houses, butlittle Janet trudged on from place to place, rarely ever travelling byomnibus unless absolutely obliged, so that she might economise and makeher earnings help out her income of twenty-one pounds per annum. 

Rather a small sum in London, but it was safe. Seven hundred pounds'worth of stock in the Three per Cents. , and bringing in ten pounds tenshillings every half-year. 

One evening, as she was returning on foot, walking very rapidly, so asto get back as soon as possible to Mark, her heart sank, and she feltfaint in spirit as she thought of her future and its prospects. To goon teach, teach, teach, and try to make stupid girls achieve somethingapproaching skill in handling their brushes, so that parents might besatisfied. For, poor girl, she found what most teachers do, that when achild does not progress, it is always the instructor's fault, not thatof the disciple. 

"I shall be better when I've had some tea, " she said to herself, as thetears gathered in her eyes. "Why do I murmur so? Rich never complains, and her troubles are as great as mine. I ought to be glad and rejoicethat poor Mark has come back safely, and--there he is again. "

Janet's little heart beat wildly with fear as a tall muffled-up figureappeared from a doorway in the sombre-looking square into which she hadturned from the street where she gave lessons three afternoons a week, and followed her at a short distance behind. For two months past, evening after evening, that figure had been there, making her heartpalpitate as she thought of what a weak, helpless little creature shewas, and how unprotected in this busy world. 

It was hard work to keep steadily on without looking round, withoutstarting off at a run. Her breast seemed filled with that wild screamwhich she longed to utter, but dared not, telling herself that to seemafraid or to notice the figure was to invite assault. 

"Oh, if Mark would only get well, " she thought, "or if Rich could comeand meet me!"

Then she called herself a coward, and stepped daintily on along themuddy street, wondering whether it would be possible to go by some otherway, and so avoid this shadow which dogged her steps. 

There was one way to get over it--to mention if to Rich, and ask her tobid Hendon wait for her and see her home. But that, she said, she wouldsooner die than do; so she had tried four different ways of reachinghome, and always with the figure following her to the door of the housewhere she lodged, and where Mark sat waiting for her to come. 

It was always the same: the muffled-up figure followed her closely, andkept on the same side of the way till he reached her door, when itcrossed over, and waited till she went in, breathless and trembling. 

Over and over again the little frightened girl tried to devise someplan, but all in vain; till this night of the foggy winter she wascrossing the street, rejoicing that he was so near home, when there wasa shout, a horse's hot breath was upon her cheek, and she was sentstaggering sideways, and would have fallen had not the muffled-up figurebeen at hand, caught her in his arms, and borne her to the pavement, while the cab disappeared in the yellow mist. 

"My own darling! Are you hurt?" he cried passionately. 

"Hendon! You!" she panted. 

"Yes, I, " he said. "You are hurt!"

"No, no, " she cried; "only frightened. The horse struck my shoulder. But--but was it you who followed every night all the way home?"

"Yes, " he said, coldly now, "you knew it was. "

"I did not, " she retorted angrily; and then in half hysterical terms, "how dare you go on frightening me night after night like this? It hasbeen horrible. You have made me ill. "

"Made you ill?" he said. "How could I let you go about all alone thesedark evenings? I was forbidden to talk to you as I wished, but therewas no reason why I should not watch over you. How's Mark?"

"Getting better, " said Janet, drawing a breath of relief at hercompanion's sudden change in the conversation; for she felt that had hecontinued in that same sad reproachful strain she must have hung uponhis arm, and sobbed and thanked him for his chivalrous conduct. Therewas something, too, so sweet in the feeling that he must love her verydearly in spite of all the rebuffs he had received; and somehow as theywalked on, a gleam of sunny yellow came through the misty greys anddingy drabs with which from her mental colour-box she had been tingeingher future life. There was even a dash of ultramarine, too--a brighterblue than her eyes--and her heart began to beat quite another tune. 

"May I come and walk home with you every night?" said Hendon at last, as, after repeated assurances that she was not hurt, they stopped atlast at the street door. 

"No, " she said decidedly; and her little lips were tightly compressed, so that they should not give vent to a sob. 

"How cruel you are, Janet!"

"For trying to do what is right, " she said firmly. "What would yoursister say if, after all that has passed, I were to be so weak?"

"May I follow you at a distance, as I have done all this time?" hepleaded. 

"No. You have only frightened me almost to death, " she replied. "Willyou come up and see poor Mark?"

"Not to-night, " he said bitterly; "I couldn't bear it now. Janet, if Igo to the bad, it won't be all my fault. I know I'm a weak fellow, butwith something to act as ballast, I should be all right. What have Idone that you should be so cold?"

For answer, Janet held out her hand. 

"Good-night, Mr Chartley, " she said quietly; but he did not take thehand, only turned away, walking rapidly along the street, while, fighting hard to keep from bursting into a violent fit of sobbing, Janethurried up to her room, to find her brother looking haggard and wild ashe slowly paced the floor. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN. 

MARK HEATH IN THE DARK. 

"No--no--no!" Always the same determined answer to the declarations ofJanet that some steps should be taken to investigate the affairs of thenight on which her brother had first reached London. 

"No, " he said; "I will have nothing done. Let me get well, and awayfrom here. I've escaped with my life. "

"And what will you do, Mark?" asked Janet, as she sat by his side. 

"Try again, " he said. "But I must first get well. "

He had heard that the doctor was ill, but everything else had been keptfrom him, till one evening, as he was seated by the fire at Janet's neatlittle lodgings, and his sister was called down to see a visitor. 

She had a suspicion of who it was, and found Richmond waiting. 

"Come up and see him. "

Richmond hesitated. 

"I must not stay long, " she said. "My father frets for me if I amaway. "

"And I am situated almost the same. Mark does not like to be left. Come up, dear, and help me to persuade him that he ought to employ thepolice. "

"No, no! don't talk of them, " said Richmond, with a shudder. "I wantthe horror at our house forgotten, and they keep reminding me that thelaw does not sleep. "

"Why, Rich, how strangely you talk!"

"Strangely, dear! No. Only it comes back like a nightmare ever sincethat terrible affair, so soon as it is mentioned. I seem to bewandering about the house in misery, fever, and pain, trying to seethrough a mist that I cannot penetrate. I don't know how it is or whatit means, but I have this horrible thought troubling me, that I camedown that night to go to the surgery, and that I saw something. "

"Saw something! Saw what?"

"Ah! that is what I cannot tell, " said Rich with a shudder. "I wasbetter this morning, and more hopeful. My poor father seemed a littleclearer in his mind, but the past is all a blank to him. "

"He knew me, dear, when I came yesterday. "

"Oh, yes! and he knows me well enough. He talks sensibly about what isgoing on around him. But that night when he was struck down, the blowsseemed to break away the connection between the present and the past. The physician, who has seen him, says very little, but I can see that heconsiders the case hopeless. "

"Oh, don't say that, dear! We must all hope. I hope to be somethingbetter some day than a poor teacher. Come up now, and help me topersuade Mark to have in the police. "

"No, no!" cried Rich hastily. 

"Why not, dear? Think what it means if it is true about the diamonds, and we could get them back. "

"But it cannot be true, Janet; and as to the police, they make meshudder. They were at our house this morning to see Hendon, and withhim my father, to try whether they could revive his memory, and get holdof a clue to those men who came to our house that night, and they havefound out nothing. They say they are straining every nerve now to findthat poor boy. They think he must hold the clue. "

"I think I could find it all out if I tried, " said Janet. "Had yourfather any enemies?"

Richmond shook her head. 

"Any one to whom he owed money?"

Richmond started, and her thoughts reverted to Poynter. 

"No, no, no--impossible! Let it rest, dear. I have thought over it, till it nearly drives me mad!" she cried excitedly. 

"It is very strange;" continued Janet musingly. "I don't like to let itrest, and there is our trouble, too. Rich dear, has it ever occurred toyou that it must have been the same night when poor Mark was foundwandering about?"

"Yes, dear. I have calculated it out from what the hospital sister toldme. It was the same night. "

Rich looked at her wonderingly. 

"It was, dear, " continued Janet. "While you had that horror at home, Iwas sleeping here comfortably, and poor Mark was wandering about thecruel streets half wild. "

Rich made a gesture to her friend to be silent, and Janet passed her armabout her waist, to lead her up-stairs, but with the full determinationto try and make some investigation. For though there were times whenthe thought of her brother having brought home a bag of diamonds seemedmythical, and the birth of his diseased imagination--especially as henever named them now--at other times visions of comparative wealth hadcome to her, in the midst of which she seemed to see herself withHendon, and her old companion and her brother happily looking on. 

Mark was seated gazing moodily at the fire as Richmond entered with hissister, and he rose to take her hands, and lead her to a chair. 

But somehow both seemed constrained and troubled by thoughts which theykept from each other. 

"I know, " said Janet to herself, "it's that dreadful money which iskeeping them apart, and if I don't do something, Mark will be going offagain to seek his fortune, and it is like condemning poor Rich andhimself to a life of misery and waiting. "

She sat working, but furtively watching the others all the while. 

"This poverty is killing us all, " she said to herself at last, "and Iwill speak. It may be true, and he shall do something to find out. "

"Mark dear, " she said aloud, "I have something to say. "

"Indeed! Well, what is it?"

"I've come to the conclusion that, now you are better, you ought tospeak out like a man, and--"

"Stop!" he said hoarsely. 

"No, Mark, I shall not stop, " cried Janet decidedly. "You say that youwent to a friend's house that night with all your money and--andtreasure. "

"Girl! will you be silent?" he cried savagely. 

"No, " said Janet, laughing. "I want you to see this matter as I do. Whoever this man is, he ought to be forced to give up what he must havestolen from you. If you will not stir, I shall. "

"You will?"

"Yes, I shall take counsel with Hendon again. "

"Again?" almost yelled Mark. 

"Yes, sir, again. We have spoken over the matter together, and heagrees that the police ought to be seen, and that you must make thisfriend give up what he has taken. "

"You'll drive me mad, Janet. Hendon thinks this?"

"Yes; and we are going to do it at once, for the sake of you and Rich. "

"You shall not stir!" cried Mark fiercely. 

"Why not?" interposed Rich, taking his hand. "I think with my brotherand Janet now, much as I dislike these investigations. "

"You think so--you?" cried Mark wildly. 

"Yes. Why not?" said Rich. "Mark dear, why should you flinch fromspeaking out? You have no unworthy motive. "

"Unworthy motive? No, " he said bitterly, "I give up everything to spareanother. "

"Then you shall not, " said Janet firmly. "Your duty is to Richmondhere; your promised wife. "

"Yes, " said Mark moodily; "my duty is to Rich here, my promised wife. "

"And yet for the sake of some unworthy wretch, you make her suffer--yes, sir, and me too. Why, Rich, dear Rich, what is the matter?"

She flew to her friend's side, and caught her hands; for Rich hadstarted from her chair, looking wildly from one to the other, as, struggling as it were from out of a confused mist, how revived she couldnot tell, there came back to her, memory by memory, the scenes of thatterrible night. Yes: she remembered now, though it still seemed like adream--a fragmentary, misty dream. 

Yes, that was the clue! Janet had said it was upon that same night thatMark had returned--had been found senseless in the streets. 

"Don't, don't speak to me for a minute!" she cried, as she fought hardto recall everything--the maddening pain that night, the visit to thesurgery, the chloral she had obtained and taken, and then that strangewild sleep. 

Yes; she recalled it now. She dreamed she had come down to fetchsomething else from the surgery to allay the agony she suffered, andthat the door was locked, and that she had heard voices--her father'svoice, Mark's voice--yes, it was Mark's voice; and she had stood theretrembling till it died away; and that formed part of her dream. 

But now the voice was here in this room, and he caught her hand with awildly suspicious look in his eye. 

"What are you thinking?" he said. 

She turned upon him sharply. 

"The name of your friend with whom you took refuge that night?" shesaid; and her eyes flashed as she gazed searchingly in his. 

He dropped her hand, and turned away, with his lips compressed and facecontracted. 

"Mark, " she cried, "why do you not speak? Where did you go that nightwhen you returned?"

He looked at her for a moment, and then turned away again. "I do notknow, " he said hoarsely. 

"It is not true, " cried Rich. "You must speak now. It was to our houseyou came. "

"What!"

"I remember now. I heard your voice. You were with my father--in thesurgery. "

"Rich, " he said, almost savagely, as he caught her wrist, "think of whatyou are saying!"

"Rich dear, don't say that!" cried Janet piteously. 

"I know what I am saying, " she said excitedly; and though her face wascalm, it was evident that she was suffering terribly. 

"No, no, " he cried; "no, dear, you are wrong. "

"No, Mark, I am right: you told us you took refuge with a friend--thatfriend was my father. "

"What! Rich, do you know what you are saying--do you know what thismeans if the police should hear?"

"Yes, " she cried; "the clearing up of a terrible mystery; perhaps therestoration of all that you have lost. "

"Janet, is she mad?" cried Mark. "Do you not see what all this means?"

Janet shook her head with a helpless look on her face. 

"Then I will tell you, " he thundered: "it means ruin--misery to us all. Girl, for pity's sake, be silent! Rich, dear Rich, I love you with aman's first strong love. Have I not slaved for you all these years, towin you for my own true wife? Don't--don't raise this up between us. What is poverty to such a shadow as this?"

"I do not understand you, " she cried; "but it is true. You did come tomy father's house that night. "

He gazed at her in blank despair. 

"Why do you look at me like that? Do you not see the light?"

"The light!" he cried, with a bitter laugh. "I see you--the woman Ilove--trying to force me into a position which I would sooner die thanhold. Hush, for mercy's sake! No, no, no!" he muttered; and thenaloud, "Call it a lie, or a desperate man's last cry for help. I didnot come to your father's house that night. "

Rich gazed at him in blank astonishment for the moment, and then sheflung her arms about his neck, and with her eyes close to his, shecried. 

"What are you thinking--that it was my father who drugged and robbedyou, or my brother? Oh, Mark?"

She seemed to throw him off as she stepped back, her pale face flushing, and a look of indignant anger in her eyes. 

"What does this mean?" cried Janet; but her words fell unheeded. 

"Shame on you! You are silent. How could you think this thing?"

"Heaven help me!" groaned Mark. "And I fought so hard!"

By a sudden revulsion of feeling, Rich turned to him again, and with hersweet rich voice, fall of the agony of her heart, she caught his hands. 

"How could you think it of him, Mark! My poor gentle-hearted father!Do you not see? Did you not tell us that you were hunted from place toplace by those men?"

"Rich, my darling, " groaned Mark, as he strained her to his breast, "doyou not see that you are digging a gulf between us, and that you willsoon be standing on the other side, shrinking from me in abhorrence asthe man who has brought this charge against your father? And God knowshow I have striven to bear all in silence!"

"But, Mark--"

"Rich, it is your doing, not mine!" he cried wildly. "What are thediamonds to the loss of you?"

"But, Mark, " she cried impetuously, "this is madness. You suspect him. You shall speak now--you shall. You have thought my father did thisthing?"

"You drag it from me, " he groaned. "I do. "

"Oh, shame!" cried Richmond, shrinking from him; "to suspect the poorold man, who nearly died in your defence. "

"What!" cried Mark. 

"Whom we found struck down bleeding, and whom I am neglecting now, whenhe is hovering almost between life and death--neglecting that I mightcome to him whom I thought the soul of chivalry and faith. "

"Stop!" cried Mark, in a harsh voice, as he released Rich, who straggledfrom him, and stood with his hands pressed to his eyes. "Janet, I havebeen off my head. I seem to think wildly now and then. Do I hear heraright, or am I still confused? What does she say?"

"I--I don't quite know myself, " faltered Janet, bursting into tears. 

"And yet I seem to understand, " cried Mark excitedly. "Rich dearest, speak to me again. Your father found--struck down--in my defence?"

"Yes, that is what I said, " replied Rich coldly. 

"Struck down in my defence. I did not know of this. "

"You--you knew he was very ill, " sobbed Janet. 

"Yes; but I knew no more. "

"How could we tell you when you were nearly dead?" sobbed Janet; "andthe doctor said you were not to be troubled in any way. "

Mark Heath stood as if dazed for a few minutes, striving to thinkcoherently, and master the delusion, under which he had been suffering. 

"Rich, " he cried at last, "for God's sake, tell me all!"

CHAPTER FIFTEEN. 

A PHYSICIAN UNHEALED. 

James Poynter sat polishing his hat with his handkerchief, and staringat Hendon with a contraction, half smile, half grin, upon his face. 

"I tell you I can't pay you. You forced the money upon me. "

"I forced it on you! Come, that's a good one! Now, are you going topay?"

"You know I can't, Poynter. You must wait. "

"Not likely. Well, I must have my money, and what your father owes metoo. "

"I have only your word that he does owe you money, James Poynter. "

"All right, Mr Hendon; go on. Insult me. The more patient I am themore advantage you take. Ask him if he don't. "

"Ask him?" said the young man bitterly; "you know his mind is as good asgone. "

"Is it as bad as that?" said Poynter, with assumed pity, but his eyestwinkling with eagerness, as he wound the handkerchief round and round. 

"Bad? Yes. Millington, our best man, saw him yesterday, and he saysnothing but an operation and raising the bone pressing on the brain willrelieve him; and at his age he would not be responsible for the result. "

Poynter drew a breath fall of satisfaction, and smiled at his polishedhat. 

"Well, I think the operation ought to be performed, so as to bring himto his senses again. Poor old boy! He does seem queer. I asked him--"

"What, you spoke to that poor old man about your cursed debt!" criedHendon furiously. 

"Of course I did. Cursed debt, indeed! Why, I've behaved as well as aman could behave. Lookye here, do you want me to sell you up?"

Hendon uttered an ejaculation, and, writhing under his impotence, hebegan pacing the old dining-room, while with a show of proprietorshipJames Poynter set down his hat, put his handkerchief therein, took outhis case, and selected a cigar. 

"Have a weed?" he said, nipping the end of the one he was about tosmoke. 

"Damn you, and your cigars too!" cried the young man furiously. 

"Thank ye, cub!" said Poynter, lighting up. "There, you won't make mewaxy. I'm a true friend in disguise. Ah, this is one of a noo lot Ibought. Have one, old man. "

Hendon made a fierce gesticulation, and scowled in the grinning face. 

"How long are you going to stop here?" he said. 

"Long as I like. P'raps I shall have the house done up, and come andlive here. "

"What?"

"Ah! what indeed! Suppose I bought the lease of the governor? Whathave you got to say to that?"

Hendon glared at him wildly. 

"How's the little angel--Janet?"

Hendon's hands clenched, and he ground his teeth, while Poynter laughedat him. 

"So the big brother's out of the hospital; got over his D. T. , andlodging with his sister, eh?"

Hendon made no reply. 

"Come, old chap, " continued Poynter, "have a cigar, and do try and besensible. I don't want to do nothing hard, but of course a man mustfight for his own hand. I haven't come here to sell you up, but tobring you to your senses, like the friend I always was. Now look here, Hendon, this brother seems to be as loose a fish as a girl could havefor a relation; but Miss Heath's as smart a little lass as e'erstepped--"

"Have the goodness to leave Miss Heath's name alone, sir. "

"Waxy again. Now look here, Hendon, I'm a rich man. Suppose I say toyou, my lad, look out for a snug little practice; I'll lend you themoney--can't afford to give it--buy the practice, and marry Janet. Isn't that being a friend?"

Hendon went on pacing the room. 

"Sulky, eh? All right: answer me this, then. Shouldn't I make yoursister a better husband than this Mark Heath? Come, be sensible; takeme up-stairs to see her. Now, at once. Let me make things pleasant forall of you. What's the good of being enemies, when we might befriends?"

"Friends!"

"Better than being master and slave, eh, Hendon, my lad? Borrower slaveto the lender, eh?"

"Ah!" ejaculated Hendon. 

"Come, come, you're sensible now. Take me up-stairs, and let's have itout with Rich. "

"With Rich!" cried Hendon passionately. 

"There, don't you be so cocky, young man. I don't call your Janet, Jenny. Yes, with Rich; my own dear darling Rich. There! How do youlike that? Now then, let's get it over. "

"My sister is not at home. "

"Then we'll go up and see the old man; and let's hear what he'll say toit all. He won't deny that he's in my debt. "

"Poor old fellow, no, " groaned Hendon to himself. 

"I say, " said Poynter, turning grave, "where's Rich? She hasn't gone tosee that sailor chap?"

"I don't know whom you mean by `sailor chap, '" said Hendon bitterly. 

"Then I'll tell you, " he said. "I mean Mark Heath, and I've got atheory of my own about him. "

"Curse you and your theories!" cried Hendon fiercely. 

"Yes, and bless me and my money, " said Poynter, laughingly. 

"Stop! Where are you going?"

"This is my house, or as good as mine, " said Poynter; "and I'm going upto see my poor old father-in-law to be. I don't think he's properlyseen to, and I mean to have him off down to the seaside, to try and pullhim round. Coming?"

Hendon was so much staggered by his visitor's cool insolence thatPoynter was at the foot of the staircase before he thought to follow;and then, feeling that this man had a hold upon him that he dared notshake off, he followed him up-stairs, and into the sparely-furnishedfront drawing-room in which the doctor had been lying all through hisillness. 

He was seated where he could see the window, and his handsome facelooked vacant and strange as he turned his head to Elizabeth, who waswaiting on him in her mistress's absence. 

"Is that Rich?" he said feebly. 

"No, doctor, it's me, come for a bit of advice, " cried Poynter. "Here, "he said, turning to the maid, as he whisked his handkerchief round hishat, "you be off. "

Elizabeth left the room, wiping her eyes, and Poynter sat down besidethe doctor, and shook hands. 

"Why, I ought to feel your pulse now, and not you mine, " he saidboisterously. 

"Glad to see you, Mr Poynter. Pretty well, thank you. Is my Richcoming?"

"To be sure she is, old boy. Now I just want a cosy chat with you aboutRich. "

"About Rich? Yes, yes. "

"You remember how I proposed for her?"

The doctor looked at him blankly; and shook his head. "Is Rich coming, Hendon?" he said. 

"Yes, father; she is here, " he cried; for there was the sound of wheels;and running to the window, he smiled grimly as he saw who descended fromthe cab. 

"Might have stopped a little longer, " grumbled Poynter to himself. "Itdon't matter; the game's mine now. Damn!"

He started from his seat as he saw Rich enter the room, closely followedby Mark Heath and Janet, to whom Hendon hurried with outstretched hands, and after a little hesitation, two little dark well-mended gloves andtheir contents were placed in his strong grasp. 

"Dearest father, " said Rich softly, as she hurried to the old man'sside. 

"Ah, " he said, taking her hands, and fondling them, while a brightersmile came into his pleasant vacant face; "that's better--that's better. Here's Mr--Mr--Mr--"

"Poynter, doctor, " said that individual, glad of an opportunity toremove his eyes from Mark's, which were gazing at him rather inimically. 

"Yes, yes, Mr Poynter come to see us, Rich. "

"And I have come to see you too, doctor, " said Mark. "You remember me?"

The doctor looked up at him keenly, and then shook his head, and, with atroubled look in his eyes. 

"No, " he said. "No--no--no. "

"Hah!" ejaculated Poynter, with a smile of satisfaction. 

"Mark Heath, father dear, " said Rich gently, "Don't you remember MrHeath, who went to the Cape?"

"Heath?" said the doctor; "Heath--Heath? No--no, " he addedthoughtfully. "Glad to see Mr Heath. Friend of Hendon's?" His wordswere calm, but he seemed to wince. 

"No, doctor: I'm Hendon's friend, " said Poynter, with a laugh; and hegave his hat a loving wipe. 

"Yes, Mr Poynter. You came to see me the day before yesterday. Iremember--remember. I prescribed--"

"That's right, sir; that's right, " cried Poynter, with one of his horselaughs. 

"Is this man going, Hendon?" whispered Mark impatiently. 

"No, Mr Mark Heath, he ain't, " said Poynter fiercely. "Speak lower ifyou don't want people to hear; we've got sharp ears in the City, and I'mnot going. "

"No, no; Mr Poynter has come to see me, " said the doctor, gazing in afrightened way at Mark. "Don't go, Mr Poynter. It's very dull here. "

"I'm not going, doctor. It's all right, " said the unwelcome visitor. "You're going to set me right. "

"You'll excuse me--Mr Poynter, I think, " said Mark; "but I have someprivate business to transact with Dr Chartley. "

"Yes, I'll excuse you as much as you like. I've got private businesswith Doctor Chartley, too. "

"Why, Mark, " cried Hendon, "have you found out anything about yourloss?"

"Yes. No. Well, yes; I have learned something, " cried Mark excitedly, and he glanced again angrily at Poynter. 

But the latter's unwelcome presence seemed to be ignored by all, in theintense excitement of the moment. For Rich threw herself upon her kneesat her father's feet, and took his hands. 

"Father dear, " she said gently, "I want you to try and remembersomething. "

"Yes, my dear, yes--certainly, certainly, " said the old man, bendingdown to kiss her tenderly. 

"That night, you know, when--when you were taken ill. "

"Yes, my love, that night I was taken ill? Was I taken ill?"

"Yes, dear; but you are nearly well now. Do you remember Mr Heathcoming? Try and remember, dear. "

Poynter's face grew convulsed and angry, and he seemed to be lookingabout for some moral weapon with which to attack his enemy, butcontented himself with a whisk of his handkerchief across his hat. 

"Heath, dear? This is Mr Heath, you say--Heath?" and the doctor's facegrew troubled. 

"Yes, yes. Do you remember his coming to see you?"

The doctor looked from one to the other, and shook his head. 

"Oh, father, dear father, for my sake try!" cried Rich. "Do you notremember his coming to you?"

The doctor put his hand to his head, and looked wildly round. 

"No, " he said at last. "No, I don't think I have seen Mr Heathbefore;" but the wild look was still in his eyes. 

"Don't say that, doctor, " said Mark, taking his hand. "You haveforgotten. Don't you remember? That dreadful foggy night. I came toyou, and you let me into the surgery?"

"Yes, dear, you recollect, " cried Rich, piteously. 

"I was utterly exhausted, and worn out--very much excited, " continuedMark. "You took me into the consulting-room, and I lay down upon thesofa. You gave me brandy, and some narcotic. "

"Brandy and a narcotic, " said the doctor, smiling; "rather a strangemixture. Did I?"

"Yes; you recollect now?" said Mark eagerly. 

The doctor looked at him intently, and then at Rich; but ended byshaking his head slowly. 

"No, " he said, "I do not recollect. "

"All this is maddening!" muttered Mark, "just when one's hopes werereviving, and there was a chance of discovering something. Doctor, " hecontinued excitedly, "try and recollect. "

"Yes, dear, for Mark Heath's sake try, " continued Rich; and Poynterground his teeth, as he felt what he would give to evoke the sameinterest for himself. 

"I will try, my love, " said the doctor blandly. "Of course. "

"Then you remember I told you I had just come from the Cape; that I hada bag of diamonds in my breast?"

Poynter uttered a sneering laugh, which made Heath wince, and turn uponhim wrathfully. 

"Diamonds? did you say a bag of diamonds?" said the doctor. 

"Yes, yes; you remember. "

"Was it not a very unsafe place to carry diamonds?"

"Yes, of course it was; but I could trust no one but myself! Youremember then, doctor?"

Dr Chartley paused for a few moments, and shook his head again. 

"No, " he said blandly, "I do not remember. Diamonds, you say?"

"Yes, yes, diamonds!"

"I hope they were not lost, " said the doctor simply. 

"Yes; lost, lost!" cried Mark frantically. "The night you were struckdown!"

"Here, hold hard!" cried Poynter sharply. "Look here, Mr Mark Heath, you came here that night?"

"Why do you interfere, sir?"

"Never mind. P'r'aps I know something. "

"You know something?"

"P'r'aps so. You say you came here--late?"

"Yes, very late. "

"That night the doctor was struck down?"

"Yes; but why do you ask?"

"Because, you scoundrel, we've got the clue at last. You were the man!"

So sudden was the charge that Mark literally staggered back, and, weakfrom his illness, he gasped, and looked to a superficial observer asmuch like a guilty man as ever recoiled from a sudden denunciation. Butas a wave of the advancing tide merely retires to gain fresh force, MarkHeath recovered himself. 

"You scoundrel!" he cried; and he would have sprung at Poynter's throat, but for the restraining arm of Janet and Hendon. 

"Scoundrel yourself!" cried Poynter savagely. "Look at his face!Here--the police!"

He strode towards the door, upon which at that moment there was a loudtapping; and before he could reach it, Bob stood in the opening, veryrough of head, very ragged, and looking as if he had not been washedsince he was missed. 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN. 

BOB IS EXPLANATORY. 

"Here, boy, " cried Poynter, "quick! Fetch a policeman. Half-a-crown. "

He thrust his hand into his pocket, but at that moment even thatoutrageously large sum had not the slightest effect upon the boy, wholooked quickly round from one to the other till his eyes lit upon Mark, at whom he rushed with the notion of a well-trained dog, seizing him bythe arm and breast of his coat, and clinging tightly. 

"I've got him, " he said shrilly. "Fetch the perlice. I've got him, Miss Rich; I see him come that night. "

Poynter raised his fist, and struck it into his open hand. 

"I knew it!" he cried. "I knew I was right! Now, Mr Mark Heath, whathave you got to say?"

"Hendon, lad, lay hold of this boy. He's mad. "

"No, I ain't, " cried Bob. "Had 'nuff to make me, though. "

"Let go, you dog!" roared Mark. 

"All right, I'm a-going to, " said the boy, shrinking away as Rich cameto him. 

"Bob, " she cried, "what is this you're saying?"

"Well, I d'know, Miss, " he said, scratching his head; "and I don't thinknow it weer him. But I'll sweer he come and told the doctor as theperlice or some one was after him. "

"Yes, boy, yes; I did come, but you were not there. "

"Worn't I? Yes, I was, " said the boy, grinning. "I see you come, andyou'd got one o' them, long-tail ulcers and a broad-brimmed hat; and thedoctor--I say, Miss, is he better?"

"Yes, yes, Bob; but pray go on. "

"I am glad the guvner's better. It scared me. I thought he was a dead'un. "

The boy looked round, and gave everybody a confidential nod, including"'Lisbeth, " who was standing at the door, crying, and smiling withsatisfaction by turns. 

"But you say you saw me come!" cried Mark, while Poynter stood lookingon in triumph. 

"See you come? Course I did. I know'd you d'reckly, but I don't thinkit was you as did it. "

"No, boy, it was not I. But where were you?"

"Wheer was I? Ah! you wouldn't know, I was afraid o' the doctordropping onto me for being there, and I skipped into the bone box. "

"What!" cried Hendon. 

"I did, sir, 'strue as goodness. There's lot's o' room, and I couldjust lift up the lid and peep, and that's how I see him come. "

"You young rascal?" muttered Hendon; while the doctor sat quietlysmiling, as if it were something got up for his special amusement. 

"Then the doctor he took you into his room, and you had some bran'-waterhot. I smelt it. And when he come and got down one o' the bottles, andmisked you up a dollop o' physic; and I heared you both a-buzzing away, and talking about wheer you'd been. The doctor kep' coaxing of you, like, to go to sleep, and somehow that sent me off. "

"What! in that box with those--"

"Oh, yes, I don't mind them. I often nips in there when any one'scoming. "

"Did you hear anything else, Bob?" said Rich excitedly, as she held theboy's hand. 

"Not till some one else come, and knocked two or three times; and I wasgoing to answer the door, when the doctor come and turned down the gas, and then I lay still, and heard him putting the physic bottles awayafore he'd let 'em in; didn't you, sir?"

The doctor smiled, and shook his head. 

"Why, I heared you!" said the boy reproachfully; "and then you turns upthe gas again, and I lifts the lid a bit, and sees it was two men and anaccident. "

"An accident?"

"Yes, Miss, a chap as they said had been run over; and they brings himin, and puts him on the cushion a-top o' the box I was in; and I laystill and listens, for I says as it was a good chance to hear aoperation if I couldn't see one. "

"Go on, boy; go on. "

"All right, sir. Well, as I listens--oh, it was good! The chap groansand hollers about his chest, and then he makes no end of fuss, and thedoctor says he'll soon be all right; and then--_whoosh!--croosh_! Ihears as if some one had been hit, and a big fall--_quelch_! Then I layvery still, for I was scared. I heard some one get off the box, and alot o' whispering and I dursn't move, for fear they should know I wasthere. But when I did peep, and lifted the lid softly, there was thedoctor lying close to the box, on his face, and I thought he was dead. 

"That give me a turn, Miss, " continued the boy, after moistening hislips, for his voice had become husky, "and I don't think I knowed whathappened till I heerd a skeary kind o' noise, and a loud sort o' whop inthe 'sulting-room; and then the door was opened, and I see the lightshining on you a-lying on the sofa--you, sir--sleep or shamming, and aman in there too, a-lying down, and--and--I--I can't help it, Miss--Iain't had much to eat lately, and I--"

Poor Bob let himself sink in a heap upon the floor, covered his facewith his hands, and burst into a fit of sobbing. 

There was another fit of sobbing heard, for grimy-faced Elizabeth rushedforward, plumped down beside the boy, and took his head to her breast, to rock him to and fro. 

"Poor boy!" said Rich softly, and she took his hand. 

The touch was like magic; for Bob lifted up his dirty tearful face, allsmiles. 

"It's all right, Miss; I'm on'y a bit upset. Only let me get into thesurgery again, and I knows what to take to put me right. "

"Can you tell us any more, my lad?" said Mark kindly. 

"Course I can, sir; not much, though, for I dunno what come over me. Isee them two a-lying about, and as something horrid was the matter, andI come over all wet and sick; and then I don't remember any more till Iseemed to wake up with a headache, and couldn't make out what it allmeant; and when I could I lifted up the box-lid, and put out my hand, and felt to try if it was fancy. But there was the doctor lying on hisface, and though all was very quiet, I knowed the other dead un must bein the 'sulting-room, and I lay there 'fraid to move, and all of apruspiration. "

"Did you hear anything else?" said Rich eagerly. 

"Yes, Miss; I heared the window broke, and you come, and the perliceman, and I heared all you said; but I dursn't move, for fear the perlicemenshould think I did it--the perlice is such wunners, you know; and lastof all, I hears the perliceman begin hunting about, and I got scaredagain, and tried to hide; and jus' as I picks up that there white skull, and was trying whether I couldn't get lower, he opens the lid, and bangsit down. "

"Should you know the men again?" asked Mark eagerly. 

"Dunno, sir. You see it was all foggy like, and they was wropped up;but I should know 'em if I heerd 'em speak. "

Mark uttered an ejaculation full of disappointment, and signed to theboy to go on. 

"Well, sir, that's all; only I waited till no one was there; and then Ilifted the lid and crep out of the box; and it was very horrid, forthere was the dead chap in the nex' room, and I kep' thinking he'd comeafter me, or them others would; and I was that scared, I crawled alongthe passage, and down-stairs, and then sat and shivered, list'ning toyou folks talking, and something in my head going buzz. "

"Why did you not come to us?" said Rich kindly. 

"I did want to, Miss, but I dursn't. I was 'fraid 'bout what you'd say;and there was the perliceman too, and I'd no business to be there. Id'know, only I was very frightened, and didn't hardly know what I did. I never see anybody dead afore. "

"Well, what did you do then?"

"Waited a bit, Miss, and then I got out in the area, nipped over therails, and went home and told mother. "

"But one minute, " cried Mark, pressing his hand to his breast; "didyou--did you hear anything said about--about diamonds?"

"Yes, " cried the boy. "I heared one on 'em say, `Be cool, and thediamonds are ours. '"

Mark uttered a groan. His last hope was crushed; and the boy went on:

"Mother said she know'd no good ud come of my being at a doctor's, andthat it all meant body-snatching and 'section, and that I shouldn't getinto trouble for no one. She said if I stopped I should be took up bythe perlice; and I was scared enough, and did as she said, and she tookme with her down in the country. "

"In the country?" cried Hendon. "Where did you go?"

"I d'know, " said the boy. "Everywhere's, I think. Tramping about, andsleeping in workusses; and it's been very cold and mis'able, and I'mvery fond o' the old woman; only somehow--"

"Well, Bob, why do you stop?" said Hendon. 

"Dunno, sir, " said the boy, looking very hard at Rich's white hand. "Iwouldn't ha' done it, on'y she was took bad, and they put her in one ofthe workas 'firmaries, and wouldn't let me stop along with her. Theyshoved me in a school as was all whitewash, with a lot more boys; and Igot in a row with some on 'em, and we had a fight, and the master canedme, and I hooked it; and please, Miss, mayn't I stay?"

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN. 

A JAR WRONGLY LABELLED. 

James Poynter blustered and threatened; but the only proceedings he tookwere the sending of threatening letters to Hendon--letters which Markadvised him to throw into the fire. 

"Wait, " said the latter one evening, "and let him develop his attack; weshould only weaken ourselves by going out to meet him. "

"But if he really has claims on my father, and seizes this place?"

"Then, my lad, you and I must set to, and see if it is not possible forus to join hands and get together another home for your father andsister--one, perhaps, that, if small, might be made happy till I cameback. "

"Came back?" said Janet, who had accompanied her brother to the doctor'sthat evening. 

"Yes, dear, " said Mark. "I have not said a word to a soul; but I'mgoing back to the Cape by the next boat. "

"To try your luck again?" said Hendon quickly. 

"To try my luck again, " replied Mark; and he glanced at Rich, who wasseated at work with Janet, while the doctor looked on, and smiledplacidly at both in turn. 

Rich turned very pale; but she did not speak. 

"I have no prospects here, " continued Mark; "and out yonder I have faithin making some progress. I shall tempt my fate again. "

"And if I could only feel sure that those we left behind would be safe, "cried Hendon, "I'd go with you. "

Janet's eyes lit up, and it was a look more of encouragement than blamewhich she directed at her lover. 

"You, Hendon?" said Mark, smiling. 

"Yes; I want to get away, and begin differently. I'm--there, look here, Mark Heath; with a strong-minded chap like you, I know I could get on, doctoring or diamond-digging, or something of that kind. Hallo, what isit?"

"Letter, sir. "

"Letter? Why didn't the boy bring it up?"

"He's a-dusting the surgery, sir, " replied the maid, who seemed to havebeen engaged upon some cleansing business in which she had been worsted. 

"For you, Hendon, " said Rich, who had taken the letter. "Is it from thehospital?"

"No, it isn't from the hospital, " said Hendon quietly, as he knit hisbrow over the correctly-written formal letter, in which a firm ofsolicitors respectfully informed him that unless certain sums due ondishonoured bills were paid to them in a specified time, they wereinstructed by their client, Mr James Poynter, to take immediateproceedings for the recovery of the debt. 

"Mark, old chap, the attack has begun;" and Hendon handed the letter tothe former, who read it through. 

"Let's go down-stairs, " he said. "I want to talk to you. "

"Is anything wrong?" said Janet anxiously. 

"Nothing fresh, my dear, " replied Mark: "Hendon and I are going to chatover matters. We shall be up again soon. "

"But is the news very bad?" said Rich. 

"No: on the whole good, " replied Mark; and he and Hendon wentdown-stairs, and were going into the dining-room, but the gas was lit inthe surgery, and they went there, to find Bob going over the bottles, and, after a careful polish, putting them back. 

"Be off for a bit, my boy, " said Hendon; "or--no; go on with your work. "

He took a match from a box on a shelf, and lit the consulting-room lamp. 

"Here, " he said, "room's chilly; we may as well have a pipe over it. "

Mark nodded, and they smoked for a few minutes in silence. 

"Why did you say that was good news?" said Hendon at last. 

"Because the enemy shows his hand. "

"Shows his hand? How?"

"If he had any claim upon your father, he would have attacked him first. He has no claim. It was an empty boast. "

"So much the better, " cried Hendon. "Well, that settles it. I shall gooff with you. "

Mark smoked in silence. 

"If you'll have me. But I say, old fellow, do you quite give up thediamonds?"

"Quite. "

"You said you had been to the police again, yesterday. "

"Yes, and they say they think they can lay their hands upon the men whenthey try to sell. "

"Well, then, there is hope. "

"Not a bit. They are cooling down. I don't think they have much faithin my story; and, besides, the matter is growing stale. They have adozen more things on the way. Hendon, my lad, you love my sister?"

"On my--"

"That will do. I believe it; but neither you nor I can marry for yearsto come. You shall go with me, and we will come back well enough off tomake those two our wives. "

"But Poynter's debt? He'll have me arrested before I can leave thecountry. "

"His debt shall be paid. "

"Paid?"

"Not in full, but as much as is honestly due to him. I shall set asensible solicitor to work to make a compromise. "

"But the money? No, no; he will not give up. This is putting on thescrew so as to move my sister. "

"Whom he will not move, " said Mark, smiling with content. "I supposeyou are not likely to take up your father's invention?"

"Good gracious, no! Millington, our big swell, told me, when Imentioned it, that it was a craze, and that it was contrary to nature. You can't arrest ordinary decay. "

"No, of course not; life must go on till it reaches its highest pitch, and then decline. "

"Of course. "

"Well, look here, Hendon, Janet and I have a little money between us inConsols, and, as we are going to make a fresh start together, we'll doso clearly, and your debt shall be paid. "

"What, with Janet's money? Hang it, no!" cried Hendon fiercely; "I'mnot such a cad as that. "

"You are going to be my brother, " said Mark, smiling as he slapped himon the shoulder, "my younger brother, and you'll do exactly what I bidyou. "

"Yes, but--"

"That will do. I see my way clearly now, so let's go up-stairs and havea chat with the girls. "

Hendon put down his pipe very slowly, and glanced up at a shelf, uponwhich some of the apparatus connected with his father's dreams wasstanding; but it offered him no solution of his difficulties, and hefollowed Mark Heath into the surgery just as Janet and Rich, who wereunable longer to bear the suspense, came down to press for anexplanation. 

"Here, I say, " saluted the party, from Bob, "who's been a-meddlin' withthese here preparations?"

"What preparations?" said Hendon sharply. 

"These here, " cried Bob, who had just taken down a large glass jar todust. "The doctor will be in a way. He don't like no one to meddlewith them. "

The jar was labelled, like the row from which it had been taken, with agummed-on slip of letter paper, the contents being written in thedoctor's own bold hand, the ink now yellow with age, and the gummed-onlabel beginning to peel off. 

"Put the horrible thing away!" cried Hendon angrily. 

"But some 'un's been a-stuffing something else in here as don't belong, "cried the boy. "I knows 'em all by heart. Look here!"

He thrust his hand into the glass jar, after removing the great stopper. 

"What are you doing, boy?" cried Hendon, stepping forward to arrest thelad's action, as he drew out, all dripping with the spirit, adisgusting-looking swollen object, evidently a portion of the digestiveviscera of a calf or sheep; but before he could reach him, Mark uttereda wild cry, thrust him aside; and, as he snatched the hideous-lookingobject from Bob's hand, the glass jar fell upon the surgery floor, wassmashed to atoms, and a strong odour of methylated spirit filled theplace. 

"You've done it now!" cried the boy piteously; and then he stared asMark dragged from his pocket a knife, and cut the string of what, inplace of an anatomical preparation, was a soaked and swollenwash-leather bag. 

"Look, Rich, look!" cried Mark, dropping the knife, his hands tremblingwith excitement, and his voice so husky and changed that it was hardlyrecognisable. 

As he spoke, he thrust Rich back upon the settee, and, with one quickmotion, poured a couple of handfuls of rough diamonds into her lap. 

"Mark!" she cried, as he sank upon his knees before her, and clasped herhands; while, in his excitement, Hendon caught Janet in his arms, fromwhich she might have extricated herself a little more quickly than shedid. 

"Now just look at that!" said Bob, picking up the bag, which had fallenupon the floor. "Why, it's just like one o' them things as the doctor'sgot saved up. I say, " he continued excitedly, "lookye here, sir, there's another one inside. "

He drew out of the swollen leather bag a stone as big as a small marble, and held it out. 

"Yes; and that's yours, my boy, " cried Mark excitedly; "whatever itfetches shall be for you. "

"What! my own?" cried Bob. 

"Yes--yes!"

"To do what I like with, sir?"

"Well, it shall be applied for your benefit, my lad. "

"Then I wants some on it now!" cried the boy excitedly. 

"What for?" said Rich. 

"To get my old ooman home. "

"And I want one, Mark, " cried Hendon. 

"Yes, " said Mark; "to pay James Poynter's debt. "

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN. 

KNOTTING UP LOOSE THREADS. 

It had been the doctor's last act before he admitted his assailants. Asif inspired by a fear that his patient's excited utterances might betrue, and urged by the risk of leaving so valuable a treasureunprotected, he had taken the bag, and slipped it in a place not likelyto be examined, though he never recovered sufficiently to recall what hehad done. 

As to the two men who had visited the surgery that night, by a strangewant of scent on the part of the sleuth-hounds of the law they werenever found; one reason being that, with the cash they found in the beltMark Heath wore, they had made their way back to the Cape. 

The house in Ramillies Street remained unchanged in aspect so that aftera time, under the old doctor's name, a new plate was affixed, bearingthat of his son. 

The red light shone out every night, and the plate upon the doorglistened in the sunshine, such little as came into the street, afterBob had been over the said plates with rotten-stone and oil, prior to"cleaning hisself, " as he called it, and donning his new smart livery, ready to admit the patients who came; but though James Poynter was oftenreally sick, he sought advice there no more. 

That red light shone out every night with a dull glare across the road;but whenever as ordinary constable, or later on as sergeant, JohnWhyley's duties took him round that way, he always stopped, and rolledhis head in his stock with a sapient shake. 

"Ah!" he invariably said; "that there just was fog!"

THE END.