The Story of Antony Grace Part 18

"Tie it up," he said, and I hastened to obey. "Now, then, young fellow," he continued, "how is it you are sitting here asleep? Why don't you go home?"

"Please, sir, I came up from the country to-day, and I ran away from a boy who wanted to steal my bundle, and then I sat down and fell asleep."

"That's a likely story," he said, making the light of the lantern play upon my face. "Where were you going?"

"I don't know, sir. Yes I do--to Mr Rowle."

"And where's Mr Rowle's?"

"It's--it's--stop a minute, sir. I've got the address written down.

It's at a great printing-office."

As I spoke I felt in my pockets one after the other for the address of Mr Rowle's brother, but to my dismay I found that it was gone, and, search how I would, there was no sign of it in either pocket. At last I looked up full in the policeman's face, to exclaim pitifully--"Please, sir, it's gone."

"Is it now?" he said in a bantering, sneering tone. "That's a wonder, that is: specially if it warn't never there. Look here, young fellow, what have you come to London for?"

"Please, sir, I've come to seek my fortune."

"Oh, you have, have you? Now look here, which are you, a young innocent from the country, or an artful one? You may just as well speak out, for I'm sure to find out all about it."

"Indeed I've come up from the country, sir, to try and get a place, for I was so unhappy down there."

"Then you've run away from your father and mother, eh?"

"No, sir; they are both dead."

"Well, then, you've run away from home, eh?"

"No, sir," I said sadly; "I haven't any home."

"Well, what's got to be done? You can't stop here all night."

"Can't I, sir?"

"Can't you, sir? Why, what a young gooseberry it is! Have you been to London before?"

"No, sir."

"When did you come up?"

"Only this evening, sir."

"And don't you know that if I leave you here some one'll have your bundle, and perhaps you too, before morning?"

"I was so tired, sir, I fell asleep."

"Come along o' me. The best thing I can do for you's to lock you up till morning."

"Thank you, sir."

He burst out into a roar of laughter as he turned off the light of his bull's-eye.

"Come along, youngster," he said, "it's all right, I see. Why, you are as green as a gooseberry."

"Am I, sir?" I said piteously, for I felt very sorry that I was so green, as he called it, but I was too much confused to thoroughly understand what he meant.

"Greener, ever so much. Why, if you'd gone down Covent Garden to sleep amongst the baskets you'd have got swept up for cabbage leaves."

"Covent Garden Market, sir? Is that close here?" I said.

"As if you didn't know," he replied, returning to his doubting vein.

"I've heard my papa speak of it," I said, eager to convince him that I was speaking the truth. "He said the finest of all the fruit in the country went there, and that the flowers in the central--central--"

"Avenue?" suggested the constable.

"Yes, central avenue--were always worth a visit."

"That's so. And that's what your papa said, eh?"

"Yes, sir, I have heard him say so more than once."

"Then don't you think, young fellow, as it looks very suspicious for a young gent as talks about his _papa_ to be found sleeping on a doorstep?"

"Yes, sir, I suppose it does," I said, "but I have no friends now."

"Well, you'd better come along o' me, and tell your tale to the inspector. I'm not going to leave you here. He'll soon get to know the rights of it. You've run away, that's what you've done."

"Yes, sir," I said; "I did run away, but--"

"Never mind the buts, youngster. You'll have to be sent back to your sorrowing friends, my absconding young sloper."

"No, no, no?" I cried wildly, as he took hold of my cuff. "Don't send me back, pray don't send me back."

"None o' that 'ere now," he said, giving me a rough shake. "You just come along quietly."

"Oh, I will, sir, indeed I will!" I cried, "but don't, pray don't send me back."

"Why not? How do you know but it won't be best for yer? You come along o' me sharp, and we'll soon physic your const.i.tution into a right state."

The agony of dread that seized me at that moment was more than I could bear. In imagination I saw myself dragged back to Mr Blakeford, and saw the smile of triumph on his black-looking face, as he had me again in his power, and, boy as I was then, and full of young life and hopefulness, I believe that I would gladly have jumped into the river sooner than have had to trust to his tender mercies again.

In my horror, then, I flung myself on my knees before the policeman, and clasped his leg as I appealed wildly to him to let me go.

"If you sent me back, sir," I cried piteously, "he'd kill me."

"And then we should kill him," he said, laughing. "Not as that would be much comfort to you. Here, get up."

"You don't know what I suffered, sir, after poor papa and mamma died.