The Mysteries of London (Vol. 1-4). George W. M. Reynolds
hands of the police; but then he thought that, had this been the case, Markham would have sent for himself or the baronet. He did not imagine that the noble nature of the young man whom he was conducting headlong to his ruin, would scorn to take any steps calculated to compromise his friends.
The door of the library opened, and a man entered.
"What? John!" ejaculated Mr. Chichester, turning very pale and manifesting much confusion.
"Mr. Winchester!" cried Snoggles—for it was he.
"Hush, my good fellow—don't say a word!" said Chichester, recovering his presence of mind. "I am really glad to see you—I have often thought of you since that unpleasant affair. I hope it put you to no inconvenience. At all events, I will make matters all right now."
"Better late than never," said Snoggles.
"Well—and you must promise me faithfully not to mention this affair to any one, and I will always stand your friend. And, remember—my name is Chichester now—not Winchester. Pray do not forget that."
"No—no: I'm fly enough—I'm down to trap," replied Snoggles, with a leer of insolent familiarity.
"Here is a twenty-pound note—that will cover all your losses, and recompense you into the bargain."
"That'll do."
"It would be better that you should not say that you ever knew me before."
"Just as you like."
"I prefer that course. But now to another point. Where did you see Mr. Richard Markham?"
"At the station-house, in—— street."
"The station-house! And for what?"
"Ah! there you beat me. I can't say! All that I know is that he gave me half-a-sovereign to come and tell his old butler this morning that he should be home in the course of the day."
"And that is all you know?"
"Everything."
"Now can I rely upon you in respect to keeping the other matter secret?" demanded Chichester.
"I have already told you so," answered Snoggles.
"And you need not tell old Whittingham that his master is at the station-house."
Snoggles withdrew and Mr. Chichester was immediately afterwards joined by the baronet.
"Markham is at the station-house in—— street."
"The deuce he is! and for what?"
"I cannot learn. Do you not think it is odd that he did not send for either of us?"
"Yes. We will return to town this moment," said the baronet, "and send some one unknown to him to hear the case at the police-office. We shall then learn whether anything concerning the notes transpires, and what to say to him when we see him."
"Yes: there is not a moment to lose," returned Chichester.
The cabriolet was brought round to the door again in a few minutes, during which interval Chichester assured Whittingham that he had learned nothing concerning his master, and that he and the baronet were only returning to town for the purpose of looking after him.
As soon as the vehicle was out of sight, Mr. Whittingham returned in a disconsolate manner to his pantry, where Mr. Snoggles was occupied with a cold pasty and a jug of good old ale.
"Well, I've learnt someot to-day, I have," observed Snoggles, who could not keep a secret for the life of him.
"What's that?" demanded Whittingham.
"Why that Winchester is Chichester, and Chichester is Winchester."
"They are two irrelevant cities," observed the butler; "and not by no manner of means indentical."
"The cities is different, but the men is the same," said Snoggles.
"I can't apprehend your meaning."
"Well—I will speak plain. Did you hear me tell Suggett the story about my old master, last night at the Servants' Arms?"
"No—I was engaged in a colloquial discourse at the time."
"Then I will tell you the adventur' over agin;"—and Mr. Snoggles related the incident accordingly.
Mr. Whittingham was quite astounded; and he delivered himself of many impressive observations upon the affair, but which we shall not be cruel enough to inflict upon our readers.
It was about half-past twelve o'clock when Richard returned home. His countenance was pale and anxious; and he vainly endeavoured to smile as he encountered his faithful old dependant.
"Ah! Master Richard, I was sadly afraid that you had fallen into some trepidation!"
"A very unpleasant adventure, Whittingham—which I will relate to you another time—kept me away from home. I was with Sir Rupert Harborough and Mr. Chichester——"
"Mr. Chichester ain't no good, sir," interrupted the butler emphatically.
"What do you mean, Whittingham?"
"I mean exactly what I say, Master Richard—and nothing more nor less. Both the baronet and Mr. Chichester have been here this morning."
Then, with a considerable amount of circumlocution and elaborate comment, the butler related the conduct of Chichester towards Snoggles, and their accidental meeting that morning.
"This is very extraordinary," said Richard, musing.
"I can't say I ever regularly admired this Mr. Chichester," observed Whittingham. "He seems too dashing, too out-and-out, and too—too—circumwenting in his discourse, to be anythink exceeding and excessive good. Now I like the baronet much better; he isn't so formiliar in his manners. Whenever he speaks to me he always says 'Mr. Whittingham;' but Mr. Chichester calls me plain 'Whittingham.' As for that wulgar fellow Talbot, who has called here once or twice, he slaps me on the shoulder, and bawls out, 'Well, Whittingham, my tulip, how are you?' Now, you know, Master Richard, it's not conformant to perceived notions to call a butler a tulip."
"I have been deceived in my acquaintances—no doubt I have been deceived," said Richard, musing audibly, and pacing the library, with agitated steps. "There is something suspicious in the connexion of that man Talbot—however rich he may be—with so elegant a gentleman as the baronet;—then this conduct of Chichester's towards his servant—their taking me to a common gambling-house—their deserting me in the moment of need—yes, I have been deceived! And then, Diana—I ought never more to see her: her influence, her fascination are too dangerous!"
"A gambling-house!" ejaculated Whittingham, whose ears caught fragments of these reflections.
"My old friend," said Richard, turning suddenly towards the butler, "I am afraid I have been enticed—inveigled into society which is not creditable to me or my position. I will repair my fault. Mr. Monroe, my guardian, advised me some weeks ago to indulge in a tour upon the continent: I will avail myself of this permission. At four o'clock I have an appointment—a pressing appointment to keep in town: by seven at latest I shall return. Have a post-chaise at the door and all things in readiness: we will proceed to Dover to-night. You alone shall accompany me."
"Let's do it, sir—let's do it," exclaimed the faithful old dependant: "it will separate you from them flash fellows which lead young men into scrapes, and from them wulgar persons which call butlers tulips."
Whittingham retired to make the preparations for the contemplated journey, and Richard seated himself at the table to write a couple of letters.
The first was to Mrs. Arlington, and ran thus:—
"Circumstances of a very peculiar nature, and which I cannot at present explain