True Tilda Part 12

CHAPTER VII.

IN WHICH MR. HUCKS TAKES A HAND.

"_A many-sided man._"--COLERIDGE ON SHAKESPEARE.

Let Mr. Christopher Hucks introduce himself in his own customary way, that is, by presenting his card of business:--

------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHRISTOPHER HUCKS ANCHOR WHARF, Ca.n.a.l END BASIN, BURSFIELD Ca.n.a.l CARRIER, LIGHTERMAN, FREIGHTER AND WHARFINGER BOAT BUILDER, COAL AND GENERAL MERCHANT AUCTIONEER, PRACTICAL VALUER, HOUSE AND ESTATE AGENT --------------- FIRE, LIFE, ACCIDENT AND PLATE GLa.s.s INSURAMCES EFFECTED FIRE AND INCOME TAX CLAIMS PREPARED AND ADJUSTED LIVE STOCK INSURED AGAINST DEATH FROM ACCIDENT OR DISEASE SERVANTS REGISTRY OFFICE ----------------- AGENT FOR JOHN TAYLOR AND CO.'S PHOSPHATE AND SOLUBLE BONE MANURES COPPERAS, CHARCOAL, ETC., FOR SEWAGE AND OTHER PURPOSES ACIDS AND ANILINES FOR THE TEXTILE TRADES ----------------- VALUATIONS FOR PROBATE EMIGRATION AGENT PRIVATE ARRANGEMENTS NEGOTIATED WITH CREDITORS ----------------- N.B.--ALL KINDS OF RIVER AND Ca.n.a.l CRAFT BUILT OR REPAIRED, PURCHASED, SOLD, OR TO LET. NOTE THE ADDRESS

Mr. Hucks, a widower, would have to be content in death with a shorter epitaph. In life his neighbours and acquaintances knew him as the toughest old sinner in Bursfield; and indeed his office hours (from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. nominally--but he was an early riser) allowed him scant leisure to practice the Christian graces. Yet though many had occasion to curse Mr. Hucks, few could bring themselves to hate him. The rogue was so ma.s.sive, so juicy.

He stood six feet four inches in his office slippers, and measured fifty-two inches in girth of chest. He habitually smoked the strongest s.h.a.g tobacco, and imbibed cold rum and water at short intervals from morning to night; but these excesses had neither impaired his complexion, which was ruddy, jovial and almost unwrinkled, nor dimmed the delusive twinkle of his eyes. These, under a pair of grey bushy brows, met the world humorously, while they kept watch on it for unconsidered trifles; but never perhaps so humorously as when their owner, having clutched his prey, turned a deaf ear to appeal. For the rest, Mr. Hucks had turned sixty, but without losing his hair, which in colour and habit resembled a badger's; and although he had lived inland all his life, carried about with him in his dress, his gait, his speech an indefinable suggestion of a nautical past. If you tried to fix it, you found yourself narrowed down to explaining it by the blue jersey he wore in lieu of shirt and waistcoat. (He b.u.t.toned his braces over it, and tucked its slack inside the waistband of his trousers.) Or, with luck, you might learn that he habitually slept in a hammock, and corroborate this by observing the towzled state of his back hair. But the suggestion was, in fact, far more subtle, pervasive--almost you might call it an aroma.

The Counting House--so he called the single apartment in which he slung his hammock, wrote up his ledgers, interviewed his customers, and in the intervals cooked his meals on an oil-stove--was, in pact, a store of ample dimensions. To speak precisely, it measured thirty-six feet by fourteen. But Mr. Hucks had reduced its habitable s.p.a.ce to some eight feet by six, and by the following process.

Over and above the activities mentioned on his business card, he was a landlord, and owned a considerable amount of cottage property, including a whole block of tenement houses hard by The Plain. Nothing could be simpler than his method of managing this estate. He never spent a penny on upkeep or repairs. On a vacancy he accepted any tenant who chose to apply. He collected his rents weekly and in person, and if the rent were not forthcoming he promptly distrained upon the furniture.

By this process Mr. Hucks kept his Counting House replete, and even crowded, with chattels, some of which are reckoned among the necessaries of life, while others--such as an accordion, a rain-gauge, and a case of stuffed humming-birds--rank rather with its superfluities. Of others again you wondered how on earth they had been taken in Mr. Hucks's drag-net. A carriage umbrella, for example, set you speculating on the vicissitudes of human greatness. When the collection impinged upon Mr.

Hucks so that he could not shave without knocking his elbow, he would hold an auction, and effect a partial clearance; and this would happen about once in four years. But this clearance was never more than partial, and the residuum ever consisted in the main of musical instruments. Every man has his own superst.i.tions, and for some reason Mr. Hucks--who had not a note of music in his soul--deemed it unlucky to part with musical instruments, which was the more embarra.s.sing because his most transitory tenants happened to be folk who practised music on the public for a livelihood--German bandsmen, for instance, not so well versed in English law as to be aware that implements of a man's trade stand exempt from seizure in execution. Indeed, the bulk of the exhibits in Mr. Hucks's museum could legally have been recovered from him under writ of replevy. But there they were, and in the midst of them to-night their collector sat and worked at his ledger by the light of a hurricane lamp.

A knock at the door disturbed his calculations.

"Come in!" he called, and Dr. Gla.s.son entered.

"Eh? Good evenin'," said Mr. Hucks, but without heartiness.

He disliked parsons. He looked upon all men as rogues more or less, but held that ministers of religion claimed an unfair advantage on the handicap. In particular this Dr. Gla.s.son rubbed him, as he put it, the wrong way.

"Good evening," said Dr. Gla.s.son. "You will excuse my calling at this late hour."

"Cert'nly. Come to pay for the coals? Fifteen tons best Newcastle at eighteen shillin' makes thirteen ten, and six pounds owin' on the last account--total nineteen ten. Shall I make out the receipt?"

"You don't seriously expect me, Mr. Hucks, to pay for your coals on the same day you deliver them--"

"No," Mr. Hucks agreed, "I didn' _expect_ it; but I looked for ye to pay up the last account before I sent any more on credit. I've told Simmonds he was a fool to take your order, and he'll get the sack if it happens again. Fifteen tons, too! But Simmonds has a weak sort of respect for parsons. Sings in the choir somewhere. Well, if you ain't come to pay, you've come for something; to explain, may be, why you go sneakin' around my foreman 'stead of dealin' with me straight an'

gettin' 'no' for an answer."

"Your manner is offensive, Mr. Hucks, but for the moment I must overlook it. The fact is, I want information, if you can give it, on an urgent matter. One of my charges is missing."

"Charges?" repeated Mr. Hucks. "Eh? Lost one of your orphans? Well, I haven't found him--or her, if it's a girl. Why don't you go to the police?"

"It is a boy. Naturally I hesitate to apply to the police if the poor child can be recovered without their a.s.sistance. Publicity in these matters, as no doubt you can understand--"

Mr. Hucks nodded.

"I understand fast enough."

"The newspapers exaggerate . . . and then the public--even the charitable public--take up some groundless suspicion--"

"Puts two and two together," agreed Mr. Hucks, still nodding, "and then the fat's in the fire. No, I wouldn' have the police poke a nose into the 'Oly Innocents--not if I was you. But how do _I_ come into this business?"

"In this way. One of your employees was delivering coal to-day at the Orphanage--"

"Fifteen ton."

"--and I have some reason to believe that the child escaped by way of the coal-cellar. I am not suggesting that he was helped."

"Aren't you? Well, I'm glad to hear you say it, for it did look like you was drivin' at something o' the sort. I don't collect orphans, for my part," said Mr. Hucks with a glance around.

"What I meant to say was that your man--whoever he was--might be able to give some information."

"He might," conceded Mr. Hucks guardedly, "and he mightn't; and then again he might be more able than willin'."

"Must I remind you, Mr. Hucks, that a person who abets or connives at the sort of thing we are discussing is likely to find himself in trouble? or that even a refusal of information may be awkwardly construed?"

"Now see here, Gla.s.son"--Mr. Hucks filled his pipe, and having lit it, leaned both elbows on the table and stared across at his visitor-- "don't you ride the high horse with me. A moment ago you weren't suggestin' anything, and you'd best stick to that. As for my man-- whoever he was--you can't charge him with stealin' one o' your blessed orphans until you lay hold on the orphan he stole and produce him in court. That's _Habeas Corpus_, or else 'tis _Magna Charter_--I forget which. What's more, you'd never face a court, an' you know it."

He cast a curious glance at the Doctor's face, and added, "Sit down."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Sit down. No, not there." But the warning came too late. "Not hurt yourself, I hope?" he asked, as the Doctor rubbed that part of himself which had come into collision with the sharp edge of a concertina.

"Clear away that coil of hose and take a seat on the packing-case yonder. That's right; and now let's talk." He puffed for a moment and appeared to muse. "Seems to me, Gla.s.son, you're in the devil of a hurry to catch this child."

"My anxiety is natural, I should hope."

"No it ain't," said Mr. Hucks with brutal candour.

"And that's what's the matter with it. What's more, you come to me.

Now," with continued candour, "I ain't what you might call a model Christian; but likewise you don't reckon me the sort that would help you pick up orphans just for the fun of handin' 'em over to you to starve.

So I conclude," Mr. Hucks wound up, "there's money in this somewhere."

Doctor Gla.s.son did not answer for a few seconds. He seemed to be considering. His eyes blinked, and the folds of his lean throat worked as if he swallowed down something.

"I will be frank with you, Mr. Hucks," he said at length. "There may or may not be, as you put it, money in this. I have kept this child for close upon eight years, and during the last two the Orphanage has not received one penny of payment. He was brought to us at the age of two by a seafaring man, who declared positively that the child was not his, that he was legitimate, and that he had relatives in good position.

The man would not tell me their names, but gave me his own and his address--a coast-guard station on the East coast. You will pardon my keeping these back until I know that you will help me."

"Go on."

"Sufficiently good terms were offered, and for six years my charges were regularly met without question. Then payment ceased. My demands for an explanation came back through the Dead Letter Office, and when I followed them up by a journey to the address given, it was to learn that my man--a chief boatman in the coast-guard service--had died three months before, leaving no effects beyond a pound or two and the contents of his sea-chest--no will--and, so far as could be traced, no kith or kin. So far, Mr. Hucks, the business does not look promising."

"All right, Gla.s.son. You keep a child for two years on charity, and then get into a sweat on losing him. I trust your scent, and am not disheartened--yet."

"The boy has considerable natural refinement."

"You didn't keep him for _that_?"