A Spectacle Of Corruption Part 26

"You must be careful of this sort of thing," he told me. "You don't want to draw attention to yourself, not as being a man of strength. It is a fine way to be recognized."

"It was no frivolous whim," I a.s.sured him. "I could hardly stand by and let this ruffian grab Miss Dogmill's bubbies with impunity."

Elias gave a bored half shrug. "As to that, I cannot say. You know her bubbies better than I. Nevertheless, you ought to be more careful."

"I wonder, if Dogmill had learned of this, whether he would be more happy that his sister had been saved or angered that I was the one to save her. He is very protective of her, you know." I then repeated the tale that Miss Dogmill had told to me: that of her brother attacking the tradesman who had "abducted" her.

"What a marvelous tale," he said. "And very instructive too, I think. I might use a dramatic version of it in my History of Alexander Claren. History of Alexander Claren. Perhaps I could have a rogue who merely pretends to have abducted a girl-with her consent, of course-in order to make her father-" Perhaps I could have a rogue who merely pretends to have abducted a girl-with her consent, of course-in order to make her father-"

"Elias." I interrupted his reverie. "Are you suggesting that I abduct Miss Dogmill and wait for her brother to come smashing through my walls like a baited bull?"

"Oh, no. Nothing of the sort. I want to use it. If word of your doing such a thing were to get around, the pa.s.sage in my narrative would seem derivative. And right now, I think it quite the best idea I've had. No, you'll have to come up with your own story, I think."

"It was was my own story," I said. my own story," I said.

"Then you'll just have to come up with a story I haven't stolen from you."

I then brought him up-to-date with all that had happened in those very eventful days.

"I know that t.i.tus Miller," he said. "He is a dealer in bills. He has bought up one or two of mine in the past, and he is merciless-merciless, I say-in hounding his debtors. I heard once that he pushed his way into a bagnio where a shopkeeper was enjoying an a.s.signation with a pretty little chestnut-haired harlot, and he refused to leave until this fellow had paid what he owed. I suspect that Melbury might have some rather painful enc.u.mbrances if Miller is troubling him."

"Well, as you say, a Parliamentary race is a costly business."

"These would be older debts. No one would trouble him for expenses of the race during during the race. But I was made to understand that his wife, if you will excuse me for mentioning her, came with a handsome fortune." the race. But I was made to understand that his wife, if you will excuse me for mentioning her, came with a handsome fortune."

"Mrs. Melbury was surely clever enough to settle her property separately at their marriage. Perhaps Melbury is ashamed to speak to her of these debts. I have seen him at play, and these may be debts of honor, which he fears to mention to his wife. But Melbury's enc.u.mbrances are the least of my worries. I should rather hear what you have to say of this Jacobite business."

"Well, it's the very thing, isn't it? If you can demonstrate that there is a highly placed Jacobite among the Whigs, you will have exactly what you need. You need only wait to see how the election ends. The Tories will do anything to keep the information quiet, for they will look like traitors. You know how excitable the public is; they'll blame the Tories for what the Jacobites have done. And the Whigs will do anything to keep the information quiet, for they will look like rubes. All you need do is identify the man, and you will be well on your way to freedom."

"All I need do is identify him? I imagine this man's name is a closely guarded secret."

"I imagine as much too, but if someone like Yate could uncover it, it will be a mere fribble for a man of your talents. By the way, have you heard the result of today's polling?"

I told him that I had not.

"For Hertcomb, one hundred eighty-eight. For Melbury, one hundred ninety-seven. His lead increases each day."

"That is bad news for Hertcomb."

"I am afraid it is bad news for Melbury as well. Dennis Dogmill will not let go of Hertcomb's seat easily."

"Which means what?"

"Unless I miss my guess," he said, as he took a bite of boiled turnip, "it means election violence. And a great deal of it."

Elias's p.r.o.nouncement proved to be disturbingly prescient. The next day a group of four or five dozen men descended upon the hustings, declaring there could be no liberty without Hertcomb. Several of their number were posted just outside the polling booth, and when a man who had voted Tory emerged, the ruffians would taunt and jeer and even strike the fellow. Each man who stood up for Melbury merited an increasingly severe response, until anyone who dared cast his vote the wrong way was beaten mercilessly.

Melbury, along with every Tory of note in the city, cried out that the army must be called in to disband the rioters, but it was a sad truth that the mayor and the aldermen and a vast majority of the magistrates in the city made a habit of breaking bread with Dennis Dogmill and Albert Hertcomb, so they p.r.o.nounced that a bit of election-season violence was inevitable and that it was better not to react too strongly lest the tempers of the troublemakers be even further inflamed.

I made a point of visiting the hustings myself that I might see to what extent this violence manifested itself. I saw it was cruel and certain, and that it surely cost Melbury his votes. That day ended with one hundred seventy votes for Mr. Hertcomb but only thirty-one for his opponent. Only a few such days of unrest could undo Melbury's lead, and if Melbury did not win, my chances of clearing my name diminished to near nothing.

It was for that reason, and some others, that I observed something else with great interest. I saw that, unless my eyes deceived me, the men who rioted against Melbury were Greenbill Billy's porters.

CHAPTER 22.

I DID NOT LIKE DID NOT LIKE that my fate should be bound as closely as it was to a man like John Littleton, but I saw no way to avoid calling upon his services once more. I wrote him and asked that he meet me in a tavern on Broad Street in Wapping. I went undisguised, for Littleton knew nothing of my Matthew Evans persona and I thought it safer that way. He had thus far proved himself willing to aid me after his own fashion, but I could never know when I might have asked too much or provided too great a temptation. that my fate should be bound as closely as it was to a man like John Littleton, but I saw no way to avoid calling upon his services once more. I wrote him and asked that he meet me in a tavern on Broad Street in Wapping. I went undisguised, for Littleton knew nothing of my Matthew Evans persona and I thought it safer that way. He had thus far proved himself willing to aid me after his own fashion, but I could never know when I might have asked too much or provided too great a temptation.

As it happened, Littleton was eager to meet with me. The entry of his rivals into the political fray seemed to have utterly disordered him. His men knew not how to respond, but many believed that if Greenbill's boys were rioting, surely there was profit to be had in riot and Littleton ought to be able to secure their share of the spoils.

"It's all in chaos," he said to me, swallowing down his beer as though he had been deprived of drink all day. There was a bruise on his face, just under his left ear, and I wondered if he had been brawling-with his men, perhaps?

"What do you know of it? What does it mean?"

"What does it mean?" he repeated. "What do you think it means? Dogmill's got them paid off to riot against Melbury. What could be more plain?"

"But why would Greenbill accept Dogmill's money for such a thing? Does he not wish to see Hertcomb out of office and Dogmill taken down a notch?"

"You're thinking like a politician. That's your problem. You ought to be thinking like a porter. They've been offered money, which is enough, but they've been offered money to make mischief, which is even more. As to matters of right and wrong, they hardly signify, but that's all took care of just the same. Greenbill went out there and told his men that if Melbury gets elected it will ruin Dogmill, and if Dogmill is ruined, they can forget any work this spring. It's as simple as that. They must wish well to their master, for the only thing worse than being under his boot is to have no master at all."

"Can Greenbill believe this? Can he believe that if Dogmill no longer brings in tobacco, no one will bring in tobacco?"

"I only know he believes in the silver that Dogmill surely gave him to tell this tale. And, when you think about it, it is but one more talk. It is like unloading a ship-work for which Dogmill pays Greenbill and Greenbill pays his boys. Nothing's changed but that there's a little more winter work."

"How long will they riot?"

"I think only a few more days. Hertcomb and Dogmill can't hold off the soldiers much more than that. In the meantime, I have contacted Mr. Melbury and let him know that he don't have to take this lying down."

"You would send your boys out to fight Greenbill's?"

"It's been a long time coming this way. I don't see no harm in letting it play out as it might."

I was in beyond my capacity. I knew it to be so. Did I wish for more rioting or less rioting? Did I wish to see Melbury, a man I once despised as a rival, triumphant? Surely he would put things right. Surely I could count on him to restore my name if he was elected. But there was a twinge of pleasure in seeing his electors cower in their homes, afraid to step up to the polls. He had been too ambitious. He had taken on what did not belong to him, and now he would know the taste of failure. was in beyond my capacity. I knew it to be so. Did I wish for more rioting or less rioting? Did I wish to see Melbury, a man I once despised as a rival, triumphant? Surely he would put things right. Surely I could count on him to restore my name if he was elected. But there was a twinge of pleasure in seeing his electors cower in their homes, afraid to step up to the polls. He had been too ambitious. He had taken on what did not belong to him, and now he would know the taste of failure.

My vengeful thoughts were shattered, however, by the arrival of my landlady, Mrs. Sears, who informed me in a most disapproving tone that a young lady wished to call upon me. I could not have been more delighted to see Miss Dogmill walk into my chambers.

I rose in greeting. "As ever, I am delighted to see you, Miss Dogmill."

She closed the door behind her, nearly upon Mrs. Sears's face. "I believe myself worthy of this enthusiasm, for you have no better friend, sir." She sat without waiting for my invitation-an act that, when performed by me, seems invariably hostile and defiant but only made this lady appear breezy and at ease. "I've brought you something you may wish to see." She then set a series of letters down upon the table.

I picked up one and examined it. It was unsealed and addressed to a gentleman in York. "What is this to me?"

"These are letters, Mr. Weaver, four letters that my brother has sent to gentlemen of whom he is aware-though he knows none of them personally-who have lived for some years in Jamaica. He has written to all of them to inquire if they are familiar with Matthew Evans, grower of tobacco and charmer of sisters."

"And you have rescued them for me," I said.

"I thought they would be better off in your hands."

"I think you are right, but when they go unanswered, will not your brother grow frustrated and try again?"

"I suppose that depends upon how long they go unanswered. Surely you have no intention of remaining Matthew Evans forever."

"I find that there are advantages," I said.

"Hmm. I believe I do as well. In any event, if you do plan to continue your pretense longer, you might consider answering these letters yourself. I do not think Denny knows any of these men well enough to recognize their handwriting; I don't believe he's even met any of them in person. You could very easily provide him with precisely the information he does not wish to hear-that Matthew Evans is a well-respected gentleman planter who has lately left for England."

I thought her solution a good one, though another approach I liked better occurred to me. But more of that anon. For now I rose and put the letters upon my writing table. "I thank you for these," I said. "They may well have saved my life."

"Then I believe you owe me something in return," she said, rising to greet me. "You must kiss me."

"This penalty I shall pay gladly," I told her.

I walked to embrace her, but she held me back for a moment. "We are alone here and have all the privacy we could desire. There is nothing to inhibit us but our own inclinations."

"I have thought the same thing."

"Then there is something I must say to you. I know you to be a man of honor, so I wish that we might not misunderstand each other. You and I may share a fondness. We may, for all I know, share what is commonly called love. But you are not to ask me to marry you. Not out of affection or out of what you might imagine to be an obligation. I do not wish to marry-not you or anyone else."

"What?" I asked. "Never?"

"I will not be so foolish as to talk of never, but I will talk of now. I only wished that you not misunderstand me or act out of what you might think an obligation that should make both of us uneasy."

"It would hardly be proper for a woman of your family to marry a man of mine," I said, with a bitterness I did not feel.

"That is surely true," she said good-naturedly, "though you must know that such rules would not lead me to act against my own heart. If I were to marry, I can think of nothing more delicious than the scandal of marrying a Jew thieftaker. But I think I will, for the foreseeable future, avoid matrimony entirely."

"Then I shall not force you to act against your inclination," I said.

She smiled at me. "Besides, I do not believe I should like to marry a man in love with Griffin Melbury's wife. Do not look at me thus, sir. I know who she is, and I saw what you looked like when you danced with her."

I pulled away from her. "My feelings for her are not pertinent, as her heart is not free."

"No, it is not, and that is a very distressing thing. But my heart is free, and you are welcome to make what use of it you will."

And here I shall draw a curtain against the rites of Cupid, which are too delicate to write of and must be left to the reader's imagination.

The hours I pa.s.sed with Miss Dogmill were delightful and too quickly used. After she departed from my rooms and faced the gantlet of Mrs. Sears's scowls, I found myself alone and the time pa.s.sed most miserably. I ought, I suppose, to have been full of good cheer. I had found that this beautiful woman was more than happy to be an agreeable friend of the most amiable sort. I no longer had to pretend to be something I was not with her, and she wanted nothing more of me than my time and companionship. Certainly she was not the first young lady whose company I had enjoyed since losing Miriam to Melbury, but she was surely the most agreeable, and I did not like that emotions should be divided. Perhaps I felt false to my hopeless love by feeling such fondness for Miss Dogmill, or perhaps I only regretted the waning of the pain itself. It had been for so long all that I had left of Miriam. I hated to see it dissipate.

These reflections were shattered when Mrs. Sears informed me that there was a lad at the door with a message for me, and he would not depart until I had read it. I impatiently tore it open.

Evans, Evans, I am in a bad way and need your help at once. Follow this boy, and lose no time in meeting me or all will be in ruins. The election-nay, the kingdom-may stand or fall on your actions. I am, &c, I am in a bad way and need your help at once. Follow this boy, and lose no time in meeting me or all will be in ruins. The election-nay, the kingdom-may stand or fall on your actions. I am, &c, G. Melbury I felt some remorse in having delighted in Melbury's difficulties when this same man so clearly thought of me as his friend. Nevertheless, I had to remind myself that the friend he thought of was not me me but a fiction called Matthew Evans. He had no idea who but a fiction called Matthew Evans. He had no idea who I I was, and if he had he would almost certainly not have come to me with his problems. It might yet develop, I thought, that Melbury could resent the freedoms I'd taken with him, and he might never help me when he learned of the falsehoods I had perpetuated. was, and if he had he would almost certainly not have come to me with his problems. It might yet develop, I thought, that Melbury could resent the freedoms I'd taken with him, and he might never help me when he learned of the falsehoods I had perpetuated.

I followed the boy to an old house near Moor Fields Street in Sh.o.r.editch, and in this place I was greeted at the door by none other than the bill collector, t.i.tus Miller. "Ah, Mr. Evans," he said. "Mr. Melbury mentioned that you were a man upon whom he might depend, and it would seem you have shown yourself to be dependable. I have no doubt that Mr. Melbury will relish your company."

"What is this?" I demanded.

"What it seems to be," he said. "Most things are, you know. Most things are not deceptions but just what they seem. Mr. Melbury has been ill-natured enough to overlook some of his debts that I have bought up, so I have insisted he tarry here awhile and consider what consequences his reluctance might have on his bid for a seat in the House. Tomorrow, if he does not become more good-natured, I may have no choice but to forward his care to that of the King's Bench-a prison where many men who have refused to meet their obligations are wont to congregate."

So that was the nature of Melbury's distress. He had been taken to this sponging house, and here he would remain for twenty-four hours unless he could convince someone to meet his debts. Clearly, he imagined that someone to be a wealthy Jamaican planter.

I have never loved sponging houses, and I say that while fully admitting that I have, on one or two unfortunate occasions, had the opportunity to examine their interior operations very closely. It is something of a shame to our British method of justice that a man may be taken off the street and held against his will for a full day before being turned over to the courts. During that day he must eat and drink and sleep, and for all of these accommodations he must pay the proprietor of the house far more than the market would bear if the customer had the freedom to try his luck with a compet.i.tor. A dinner that might cost him a few pence at the chophouse across the street would cost him a shilling or two in a sponging house. And thus have many men gone into debt and, finally being caught, found themselves in more debt than ever before.

I insisted that Miller take me to Melbury at once, so he led me through a house cluttered with old furniture, rugs rolled up and stacked in corners, crates and trunks unopened. Here were the goods men had bartered for their freedom.

Miller led me up a flight of stairs, down a hall, and up another flight of stairs. He then removed from a hook upon his coat a rather large key ring and, after a brief search, identified the necessary object.

The door creaked like a dungeon gate, but the accommodations were tolerably respectable. The room was of a manageable size and contained several chairs, a writing desk (there is no more important occupation for the man in a sponging house than that of writing letters to friends with money), and a rather comfortable-looking bed.

It was on that item that I found Melbury, stretched out and looking mightily relaxed. "Ah, Evans. Good of you to come." He leaped up with the grace of a rope dancer and took my hand warmly. "Miller here would have had me writing letters all the day, but I sent only one, for if a man does not know whom to turn to in a crisis, he is a poor man indeed."

I should have thought to say that a man who cannot keep out of a sponging house is a more fitting definition of a poor man, but I held my tongue. I likewise restrained myself on commenting on the honor of being the only man summoned to meet his needs. "I came as soon as I received your note," I said.

"I do admire a man who is punctual," Miller volunteered.

"Oh, leave us alone, would you?" Melbury snapped at him.

"There is no cause to be uncivil," Miller said, seemingly injured. "We are all of us gentlemen here."

"I have no interest in hearing your notion of who is a gentleman and who is not. Now get out."

"You have been ill-natured, sir," Miller told him. "Very ill-natured indeed." He then backed out, closing the door behind him.

"I should like to have that fellow horsewhipped," Melbury told me. "Now, come sit, Evans, and have a gla.s.s of this wretched port he sent up. For what he charges, he should blush to ask me to drink this filth, but it is better than nothing, I suppose."

I ought to have hesitated to drink a wine that came with so weak a recommendation, but I joined him all the same. We sat near the fireplace and Melbury smiled, as though we were visiting in a club or in his own home.

"Well," he began, after a painfully long pause, "you can see that I've gotten myself into a bit of a fix here, and I need someone to get me out. As you have mentioned to me on more than one occasion a desire to be useful to the Tories in this election, I naturally set upon you as the very man for me. I have no doubt the Whig papers will make much of this incident. I have every reason to believe that it is Dogmill who has encouraged Miller to act so ungenerously. Not that a wretch like Miller needs any encouraging, but I smell a collaboration here-one that shall be answered with strength, I a.s.sure you. But our more immediate concern is that we can ill afford to feed the Whig papers something so scandalous as debtor's prison. I trust you are in agreement."

"In the most general sense, certainly," I said, with a weak smile. "But I wonder precisely how much this erasure of scandal will cost."

"Oh"-he waved a hand in the air-"it is nothing. Nothing. The amount is so small, I hesitate even to mention it to you. I am sure a gentleman like you must spend twice as much in a year on nothing so important as hunting. I trust you like to shoot, by the way. This year, after the season, you must join me at my house in Devonshire. There is excellent shooting there, and I flatter myself that many a man of consequence in our party will be there to enjoy the sport."

"I thank you for your offer," I said, "but I must beg to know the amount you require of me."

"Look how grave you have become. One might think I was to ask you to mortgage your estate. I promise you, it is nothing so severe as that. It is a trifle, a mere trifle."

"Mr. Melbury, be so kind as to name the amount."