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"And losing the train?"

"I can motor down to Plymouth; there's plenty of time. I might take him with me, as well as you?"

"Better," said Thrush, after another slight pause. "I'd rather you didn't count on me for that trip, Mr. Upton."

"Not count on you"?

"One of us will be quite enough."

"Have you some other case to shove in front of mine, then?" cried the ironmaster, touched on the old raw spot.

"I shouldn't put it like that, Mr. Upton."

"All right! I'll take your man Mullins instead; but I'll try my luck at that German doctor's first," he growled, determined to have his own way in something.

"I'm afraid you can't have Mullins," said Thrush, gently.

"Want him yourself do you?"

"I do; but I'm afraid neither of us can have him just now, Mr. Upton."

"Why not? Where is he."

Thrush leant across as they swam into the lighted terminus.

"In prison."

"In prison! Your man Mullins?"

"Yes, Mr. Upton, he's the man they arrested yesterday on suspicion of complicity in this Hyde Park affair!"

MALINGERING

Pocket had put the fragments of his poor letter together again, and was still poring over those few detached and mutilated words, which were the very ones his tears had blotted, when there came a warning c.h.i.n.k of tea-things on the stairs. He was just able to thrust the pieces back into his pocket, and to fling himself at full length on the bed, before Dr.

Baumgartner entered with a tray.

"There, my young fellow! This will make a man of you! Then we shall see you yourself again by supper-time."

"I'm not coming down again," said Pocket. "Don't force me, please"

"Force you?" Baumgartner c.o.c.ked a keen eye at the open window. "What a tyrant you would make me out! On the contrary, I think you show your wisdom in remaining quiet. Perhaps you would be quieter still with the window shut-so-and fastened to prevent it rattling. I will open it when I come up again. There shall not be a sound in the house to disturb you."

And he took to tiptoes there and then, gliding about with a smiling stealth that set Pocket s.h.i.+vering on the bed; he s.h.i.+vered the more when an admirable doctor's hand, cool and smooth as steel, was laid upon his forehead.

"A little fever, I'm afraid! I should get right into bed, if I were you.

It's nothing to be alarmed about, much less astonished; you have been through so much, my poor young fellow."

"I have indeed!" cried Pocket, with unguarded bitterness.

And Baumgartner paused between the foot of the bed and the door.

"But there's one consolation for you," he said at length, in a sibilant whisper. "They've had that letter of yours at home quite a long time now-ever since yesterday morning, haven't they?"

The bed shook under Pocket when the door was shut-he only hoped it was not before. Up to the last minute, he felt quite sure that Dr. Baumgartner, suspicious as he was, had suspected nothing of the discovery downstairs behind his back. If he himself had betrayed anything it was in the last few seconds, when it had been all that he could do to keep from screaming out his knowledge of the other's trickery. To play such a trick upon a broken-hearted boy! To have the heart to play it! No wonder he felt feverish to that wicked hand; the wonder was that he had actually lain there listening to the smooth impostor gratuitously revelling in his imposition!

Rage and disappointment seized him by turns, and both together; at first they bit deeper even than the fear of Baumgartner-a fear felt from the beginning, and naturally redoubled now. Disappointment had the sharper tooth: his letter had ever gone, not one of his people knew a thing about him yet, his tears had not drawn theirs, they had not hung in anxious conclave on his words! Not that he had recognised any such subtle consolations as factors in his temporary and comparative peace of mind; now that they were gone, he could not have said what it was he missed; he only knew that he could least forgive Baumgartner for this sudden sense of cruel and crus.h.i.+ng disappointment.

The phase pa.s.sed, for the boy had the temperament that sees the other side eventually, and of course there was something to be said for the doctor's stratagem. He could understand it, after all; the motive was not malevolent; it was to relieve his mind and keep him quiet. The plan had succeeded perfectly, and n.o.body was really any the worse off. His people would have known he was alive and well on the Friday; but that was all, and they had no reason yet to a.s.sume his death. No; even Pocket came to see that his letter had been more of a relief to write than it could have been to read; that, indeed, it could only have aggravated the anxiety and suspense at home. Yet there was in him some fibre which the deliberate deception had fretted and frayed beyond reason or forgiveness. He saw all there was to be said about it; he could imagine Baumgartner himself putting the case with irresistible logic, with characteristic plausibility, and all the mesmeric wisdom of a benevolent serpent; but for once, the boy felt, he would not be taken in. It was not coming to that, however, for he had quite decided not to betray his knowledge of the fraud-if only he had not already done so!

His fears on that score were largely allayed by Baumgartner's manner when at length he returned with another tray; for nothing could have been more considerate and sympathetic, and even fatherly, than the doctor's behaviour then. Pocket had never touched his tea; he was very gently chidden for that. Obstinately he declared he did not want any supper either: it was true he did not want to want any, or another bite of that man's bread, but he was sorry as soon as the words were out. It was against his reasoned policy to show temper, and he was beginning to feel very hungry besides. The doctor said, "You'll think better of that, my young fellow," which turned a mere remark into more than half an absolute resolution. The second tray was set with a lighted candle on a chair by the bedside. The boy eyed it wistfully with set teeth, and Baumgartner eyed the boy.

"Is there anything you could fancy, my young fellow?"

"Nothing to eat."

"Is there any book?"

"Yes," said Pocket, without a moment's premeditation. "There's the book I was reading yesterday."

"What was that?"

"Some Frenchman on hallucinations."

"So you were reading that book!" remarked the doctor, with detestable aplomb. "I wondered who had taken it down. It is a poor book. I have destroyed it."

"I'm sorry," said Pocket, and tried to look it rather than revolted.

"I am not," rejoined Baumgartner. "Even if it were a good book, it is no book for you at the present time. It is morbid to dwell on what is done and over."

"If it is over," murmured the boy.

"It is over!" said Baumgartner, fiercely.

"Well," said Pocket, "I'm glad I read what he'd got to say about somnambulism."

"Why?"

Pocket did not say it was a satisfaction to have done anything in spite of such a despot as his questioner. But he did say it was a comfort to know that others besides himself had committed terrible deeds in their sleep.

"But," he added, "they always seem to have dreamt the dreadful thing as well. Now, the funny thing is that I remember nothing until the shot woke me and I found myself where you saw me."

"I'm glad you find it funny!"

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