Blind Policy Part 4

"Do you hear me? It is no time for fooling now."

"Yes, I hear you, but I will not leave his side. You cowards! do you want to kill me too?"

"Hold your tongue. Di--Paddy--all of you, get hold of the mad fool before worse comes of it."

There was a faint cry, a panting and scuffling, the word "Help!" blurred and stifled as if a hand had been suddenly clapped over the speaker's lips, and Chester mentally saw his beautiful companion of the brougham struggling violently as she was being half carried from the room.

Stirred by excitement to the deepest depths, Chester rushed to her help, and was brought up sharp by the dining table, while the scuffling continued upon the other side.

He felt his way along the edge, to pa.s.s round it in the darkness, but the noise he made betrayed his whereabouts, and his next step took him into the grasp of a pair of strong hands, which held him firmly, and before he could free himself, there was the sound of a door opening, a faint light showed for a moment, and before it was shut off he dimly saw the actors in the struggle; then the door was closed, and the voice of him addressed as Jem said sharply--

"Light up, Paddy."

A gla.s.s was knocked from the table; someone stumbled against a chair; an angry oath followed; and then came the rattle of ma.s.sive fire-irons.

"Are you drunk, man?" came in the same voice.

"Drunk? no! but I'm not an owl," was growled. "Ah! that's it."

The cl.u.s.ter of incandescent lights glowed golden, and then brightened, showing the doctor that the dining table was between him and the couch where his patient lay, white and motionless; the tall, decisive man standing where he had last seen him, close to the door; a heavy-featured young fellow with a family likeness close by the mantelpiece; another, the one who had held him, close by.

"Well, doctor," said the chief spokesman, cynically, "the storm has pa.s.sed over. All unexpected only a few hours ago, and we were seated happily after our coffee and cigarettes, when that idiot began to play the fool with his revolver, and shot himself. Troubles never come alone. Now, my dear sir, let me apologise for what has happened since we all lost our tempers and behaved so foolishly."

Chester looked at him sternly and remained silent.

"You will excuse my hastiness. I was excited in my anxiety about the poor fool there, and you see now how imperative it is that you should not leave him till he is safe."

"Will you be good enough to unlock that door, sir, and let me pa.s.s through?" said Chester, coldly.

"To be perfectly plain, doctor--no, I will not. Let us understand one another at once. You will have to stay and make the best of it."

"I shall not stay, sir, and as soon as I leave here I shall take what steps seem, after due thought, to be correct over what has been an outrage toward me; and without doubt a murderous attack upon that unfortunate man."

"Murderous attack? Absurd, doctor! An accident."

"Do you take me for a child, sir? He could not have shot himself. Now, if you please, unlock that door."

"When I unlock it, doctor, it will be to go out and lock you in," said the other, grimly. "There, sir, it is of no use to struggle, so make the best of it. You are in for a week, but we'll make it as comfortable for you as we can. Like to send home a telegram?"

"Will you have the goodness to understand me, sir!" said Chester, firmly.

"I do, my dear doctor, but you will not understand me. A week with your patient will not hurt you, and a fee of a couple of hundred guineas shall be paid--now, if you like. There, I will be plain with you, as a man of the world. It was a family quarrel, and two hot-headed fools drew their revolvers--Yankee fashion. Here, Paddy, see that we have some coffee and liqueurs. Cigar or cigarette, doctor? Sit down, and let's chat it over like sensible men."

"I do not wish to come to a struggle and blows again, sir," said Chester, firmly. "Please understand that you are wasting words. I mean to leave this house at once."

"We often mean to do things that are impossible, doctor. You cannot.

So act sensibly. Take some refreshment, and attend to your patient.

Will you have the goodness to look round this room?"

Chester made no reply.

"You will not smoke? I will. My nerves want soothing."

The speaker lit a large cigar, and left the gold-mounted case open upon the table.

"Better take one," he said as he exhaled the fragrant fumes; "they are rather fine. Now, doctor; that door communicates with the back the hall, and it is locked; that other one with a lobby from which the upper and lower parts of the house are reached; and it, too, is locked. You naturally intend to communicate with the outside. Well, you cannot.

This dining-room has no windows, and is lit up night and day. You are a prisoner, my dear sir, and you will not communicate with the servants, for you will see none. These gentlemen will help me as your gaolers; an eminently respectable old housekeeper--lady-like I may say, eh, Paddy?"

The young man addressed nodded and grinned.

"A lady-like body will see that all your animal wants are provided for; a chair-bed will be brought in; and to make your stay more pleasant two or three of us will take you to the billiard-room overhead and have a game with you--by the way, that place has only skylights. Where we stand used to be a sooty cat-walk of a garden till we built these rooms over. A great improvement to the house."

"Who are you? What house is this?" said Chester, sharply.

"Your host, sir; and the house is ours--at your service. Better have a cigar. 'Needs must when the devil drives.' That is your position now-- I playing the devil."

A low moan from the wounded man changed the current of the doctor's thoughts; and with the others watching him curiously, he went straight to his patient's side to place a cushion behind him and relieve the pressure upon his wound, after which the patient seemed to sink once more into a state of repose.

As Chester left him he received an approving nod.

"We fellows would not have thought of that. Ah, here's the coffee.

Come, doctor, accept your position. It is folly to beat against the bars of a prison when they are too strong."

For at that moment the heavy-faced young man, who seemed to be a thorough athlete, came back into the room from the other end, bearing a silver tray with handsome fittings; and Chester started slightly, for he had not seen him go, and he realised now that he must have been occupied for some little time with his patient.

Just then he saw that the leader of the little party whispered something which he interpreted to mean, "Let him alone; he'll come to his senses;"

and he began to think out his position.

Everything seemed in accordance with what had been told him: he was alone, one man against four--gentlemen, evidently, but plainly enough strongly-built, athletic fellows, who looked to be lovers of out-door sports, and each of them in a struggle more than his match.

His rage had cooled down somewhat, and his common-sense began to prevail. It was hard to master his resentment, and he could not make out what was at the back of it all, more than what was evidently plain-- a terrible family quarrel, the partic.i.p.ators in which were anxious to keep out of the papers, and possibly from the police courts. He did not know who they were, nor, as he realised now, in what street he was; but that, he felt, he could soon make out. It was awkward. They would be anxious in Raybeck Square, but he would send a message and set them at rest.

"I wonder whether they kept Bel all night," he said to himself; and at this thought others came, and among them a strange feeling of annoyance with himself as he recalled his feelings, during the little journey, towards his summoner.

Then he hurriedly cast these thoughts aside, and began once more to ponder on his position, walking slowly to and fro, close to the couch, while the little party, who had lit up cigars, now began to sip their coffee.

The next minute the heavy-faced young fellow known as "Paddy" approached him with a cup and the cigar-case.

"I put a liqueur of brandy in it, doctor," he said in a low voice. "I say, do you think the poor chap will get over it?"

"I hope so," replied Chester, shortly.

"Thank G.o.d!" said the young man, warmly. "I say, doctor, don't cut up rough. You're in a hole, but I'll see you're all right. You'll take a cigar?"

He said the last words so reproachfully that Chester could hardly forbear to smile; and he took a cigar, lit it, and then, feeling utterly exhausted, tossed off the coffee and brandy, after which he resumed his walk up and down by the couch.

"'Needs must when the devil drives,'" he said to himself. "It's of no use to fight. I must pull this poor fellow through, but I'll make them pay for it. Seems like a dream. I suppose I am awake."