I bowed on my side.Only one question at parting! The average in my experience was fifty.
`Supposing, sir, it had been possible (and customary) for you to lend me the money,' he said, `in what space of time would it have been possible (and customary) for me to pay it back?'
`According to the usual course pursued in this country,' I answered, `you would have been entitled to pay the money back (if you liked) in one year's time from the date at which it was first advanced to you.'
The Indian made me a last bow, the lowest of all--and suddenly and softly walked out of the room.
It was done in a moment, in a noiseless, supple, cat-like way, which a little startled me, I own.As soon as I was composed enough to think, I arrived at one distinct conclusion in reference to the otherwise incomprehensible visitor who had favoured me with a call.
His face, voice, and manner--while I was in his company--were under such perfect control that they set all scrutiny at defiance.But he had given me one chance of looking under the smooth outer surface of him, for all that.He had not shown the slightest sign of attempting to fix anything that I had said to him in his mind, until I mentioned the time at which it was customary to permit the earliest repayment, on the part of a debtor, of money that had been advanced as a loan.When I gave him that piece of information, he looked me straight in the face, while I was speaking, for the first time.The inference I drew from this was--that he had a special purpose in asking me his last question, and a special interest in hearing my answer to it.The more carefully I reflected on what had passed between us, the more shrewdly I suspected the production of the casket, and the application for the loan, of having been mere formalities, designed to pave the way for the parting inquiry addressed to me.
I had satisfied myself of the correctness of this conclusion--and was trying to get on a step further, and penetrate the Indian's motives next--when a letter was brought to me, which proved to be from no less a person than Mr.Septimus Luker himself.He asked my pardon in terms of sickening servility, and assured me that he could explain matters to my satisfaction, if I would honour him by consenting to a personal interview.
I made another unprofessional sacrifice to mere curiosity.I honoured him by ****** an appointment at my office, for the next day.
Mr.Luker was, in every respect, such an inferior creature to the Indian--he was so vulgar, so ugly, so cringing, and so prosy--that he is quite unworthy of being reported, at any length, in these pages.The substance of what he had to tell me may be fairly stated as follows:
The day before I had received the visit of the Indian, Mr.Luker had been favoured with a call from that accomplished gentleman.In spite of his European disguise, Mr.Luker had instantly identified his visitor with the chief of the three Indians, who had formerly annoyed him by loitering about his house, and who had left him no alternative but to consult a magistrate.
From this startling discovery he had rushed to the conclusion (naturally enough, I own) that he must certainly be in the company of one of the three men who had blindfolded him, gagged him, and robbed him of his banker's receipt.The result was that he became quite paralysed with terror, and that he firmly believed his last hour had come.
On his side, the Indian preserved the character of a perfect stranger.
He produced the little casket, and made exactly the same application which he had afterwards made to me.As the speediest way of getting rid of him, Mr.Luker had at once declared that he had no money.The Indian had thereupon asked to be informed of the best and safest person to apply to for the loan he wanted.Mr.Luker had answered that the best and safest person, in such cases, was usually a respectable solicitor.Asked to name some individual of that character and profession, Mr.Luker had mentioned me--for the one ****** reason that, in the extremity of his terror, mine was the first name which occurred to him.`The perspiration was pouring off me like rain, sir,' the wretched creature concluded.`I didn't know what Iwas talking about.And I hope you'll look over it, Mr.Bruff, sir, in consideration of my having been really and truly frightened out of my wits.'
I excused the fellow graciously enough.It was the readiest way of releasing myself from the sight of him.Before he left me, I detained him to make one inquiry.Had the Indian said anything noticeable, at the moment of quitting Mr.Luker's house?
Yes! The Indian had put precisely the same question to Mr.Luker, at parting, which he had put to me; receiving, of course, the same answer as the answer which I had given him.
What did it mean? Mr.Luker's explanation gave me no assistance towards solving the problem.My own unaided ingenuity, consulted next, proved quite unequal to grapple with the difficulty.I had a dinner engagement that evening; and I went upstairs, in no very genial frame of mind, little suspecting that the way to my dressing-room and the way to discovery, meant, on this particular occasion, one and the same thing.
