TOO MUCH FOR DOVE.
Mrs. Dredge's remarks had by no means been lost on Noel. When he left
Miss Egerton's house he consulted his watch, and found that he had
still an hour to spare before he need try to catch his train. He
thought for a moment or two, recalled certain expressions on Daisy's
face, certain words which dropped from her lips, and, above all, a
look which had filled her pretty eyes on the one and only occasion
when they had met Dove together.
Noel began to feel more and more certain that this man, to whom he had
taken a great dislike, had something to say to all the child's misery.
Noel knew, however, that suspicion in such a case would be of little
avail--he must have certainty, and certainty could only be his by
cautious and wary movements.
Again he consulted his watch, and now he determined on a bold course.
He remembered that the girls had once told him that Dove was a painter
by trade, but that he seldom or never had anything to do. Noel was
extremely fastidious, and, if possible, almost over-refined in the
arrangements of his own home. He made his little plan with a sigh, but
he would have done more than this for the sake of pretty little Daisy.
Walking quickly, he soon found himself at the Doves' address in Eden
Street. His knock at the hall door was answered by Tommy Dove, who
assured him that both his father and mother were having high tea with
shrimps and watercresses in the back parlor.
Noel said he wanted to see Dove on business, and Tommy, remarking that
the back parlor was as good a place as any other for this purpose,
ushered the visitor in direct.
"I believe you are a painter," said Noel--"I have chambers at
Westminster, and want to have my balcony and front windows painted.
I've heard of you through the Miss Mainwarings, and as I'm in a hurry
to get the job completed at once, I have called round to know if you
are disengaged."
"Of course you are, Dove," said his wife.
"Softly, my only love," replied her husband. "Sir, be pleased to take
a seat. I shall be glad to do my best for you, and any recommendation
from the young ladies you mention is most gratifying to me. Sweet
young ladies they was, and ever will be--and my wife and me, we
mourns unceasing for their departure."
"Speak for yourself, Dove," said the wife--"we are doing better with
our present attics than we ever did with our late attics. Sir, you'll
excuse me, but truthful I ever will be at all costs."
"Can you paint my windows or not?" said Noel, rising to his feet, and
speaking with some asperity. "If you are too busy to undertake the
work pray say so, and let me seek some one else, for my time is
precious."
"Of course he'll do it, sir," said Mrs. Dove. "Say yes to the
gentleman, Dove, and thank him, and have done with it."
"Well, sir, I am very busy," said Dove. "I haven't a moment to call my
own for weeks to come, but all the same, I wouldn't disoblige the late
attics for a good deal, so I'll just put off the Cooks, who are wild
to get their house-cleaning through, and Mr. Martin, who keeps the
bacon and 'am shop, must wait. Yes, sir, I wait your pleasure, sir--I
can come."
"To-morrow morning, then, early," said Noel, "this is my address. Ask
for my servant when you arrive, and he will show you what you are to
do, and will also give you directions as to the colored paint I wish
used. I must hurry off now, for I'm going down to the country on some
very sad business. You will be sorry to hear, Mr. Dove, that Miss
Daisy Mainwaring has lost a considerable sum of money, and the poor
little child is in such trouble about it that she has run away. Of
course, I don't believe for a moment that she has really lost the
money--of course it was stolen from her. Well, good-bye, I'm going to
seek her, and to try to catch the thief. Be sure you arrive at my
house in good time in the morning, Dove."
"Yes, sir, very sorry to hear your bad news," said Dove, in a
self-possessed voice, but Arthur saw that his color had changed, and
he wanted no stronger clue to confirm his suspicions. When he got into
the street he not only consulted his watch, but a time-table. A later
train than he had intended to travel by would take it to Rosebury
early in the morning. He would go by this train. Now he jumped into a
hansom and drove to his chambers. His servant came to him, to whom he
gave hasty directions.
"You're to buy the paint yourself, Lawson; see that it is properly
mixed, and the right shade. Move the plants from the balcony early in
the morning--the man will arrive in good time, and listen, Lawson, I
don't want him to be too closely watched."
"What do you mean by that, sir?" said Lawson.
"Only that you need not stay in the room all the time--come in and
out, of course--but don't imagine the man to be a thief until he is
proved such."
"Well, sir, your commands must be obeyed, of course, but you have many
articles of virtue and elegance about."
"Never mind that, Lawson--do as I tell you."
When his servant left the room Noel took a five-pound note out of his
pocket, and enclosing it in an open envelope laid it carelessly on the
chimney-piece. There was no writing on the envelope, and the note
might well have been slipped into it by mistake. Noel also slipped a
ring of some value from his finger, and dropped it into a little tray,
which contained odds and ends of different descriptions.
"Now I've laid my trap," he said to himself. "My poor little Daisy, I
hope I may ensnare your ogre to his destruction."
The next morning early Dove, well pleased with his job, and never
guessing that the smallest suspicions had attached themselves to him,
arrived at Noel's rooms. He was a most idle man, and seldom cared for
work, but he was pleased at Noel's singling him out, and imagined that
notwithstanding her running away, he owed this visit to little Daisy.
"She's a pert little thing," he said to himself, "and if she's so true
to me as all this, why I suppose I must leave her alone in the future.
I made a nice little haul out of her the other day, and I've got
several of them sovereigns about me still; but lor, wasn't she in a
piteous fright when I took that cheque away with me!"
Dove was highly pleased with the appearance of Noel's rooms. He could
see no beauty in the simplicity of the girls' Palace Beautiful, but
although he was quite incapable of judging of the value of the
pictures and exquisite little statuettes which adorned the walls, he
was judge enough of the depth and richness of the Turkey rugs, and of
the wealth which must have been expended over the very select
furniture of Noel's sitting-room.
Lawson, wondering much at his master's directions but supposing that
Dove must be a very special _protégé_, received him with much
cordiality, gave him directions with regard to his work, and then left
him alone. Dove painted and cleaned, and whistled as he worked; he
felt quite cheerful and virtuous, and began to consider that the
position of British workmen was not such a bad one after all. He felt
more and more pleased with Daisy Mainwaring for having put him in the
way of such agreeable and profitable occupation, and more and more
resolved to leave her alone for the future.
"Maybe if I was to talk to the pretty little dear she'd find me a deal
more jobs of this yere sort," he said to himself. "A little lady she
is, and no mistake, and she keeps very genteel friends, as any one can
see with half an eye."
After Dove had worked for two or three hours he began to feel thirsty,
for he was quite unaccustomed to any continuous labor. The sun was
shining brightly on the balcony, and he was also a little hot, and the
inside of Noel's room looked deliciously cool and inviting. He had
just seen Lawson walking down the street, too, so he was quite sure of
having the premises to himself. Slipping off his shoes he stepped into
the room and began to look about him with an appreciative air. He
handled some of Noel's choicest books, and looked through a portfolio
of rare engravings but neither books nor engravings were quite in
Dove's way, and after a time he strolled over to the mantel-piece, as
he said, to see how he looked reflected in the over-mantel glass.
There were letters there directed to Noel. Dove would have dearly
liked to acquaint himself with their contents, but he was a slow and
deficient reader. Some cigars lay in a little cigar-case at one end.
Dove, as a matter of course, and without weighing the question at all,
slipped a couple into his pocket. After doing this he did not feel
quite so virtuous, nor so like the proverbial British workman; he
jingled some of Daisy's sovereigns in his pocket, and laughed when
they made a pleasant sound. Still eagerly peering at all the articles
on the mantel-piece his quick eyes presently detected amongst a heap
of rubbish and odds and ends Noel's valuable signet-ring; it was of
heavy workmanship, and its gold alone made it worth money.
"Why, Isaacs the Jew would give me two pound ten, or perhaps three
pounds for this," queried Dove. "It has plainly been forgotten here,
and if the gent does miss it he'll lay the blame on that fine fellow
Lawson."
It took a very small parley with Dove's seared conscience to make him
pocket the ring, and by the time Lawson returned to the house the
five-pound note had also been appropriated. Dove whistled more
cheerily than ever over his work that afternoon, and in the evening he
went home quite unsuspecting any little trap which might have been set
for him.
He had scarcely gone before a boy arrived with a telegram directed to
Lawson, and with a reply pre-paid. Lawson read the following words:--
"Look on the mantel-piece in my sitting-room for a blank envelope,
open, which contains a five-pound note--No. 11267. I also left my ring
in the cigar tray. Wire reply if note and ring are safe.--ARTHUR
NOEL."
The address to reply to was added.
Poor Lawson spent an agonized ten minutes in searching over the
contents of the mantel-piece. In the end he had to fill in the reply
telegram with the news that nowhere could the five-pound note nor the
ring be found.
A little over two hours passed, and again the worthy servant was
startled by a telegraphic dispatch. This was what it contained:--
"Have reasons to believe that the painter Dove is the thief. Go
instantly to the nearest police-station, give them the number of the
note, and go with one of their staff to Dove's house. His address is,
10, Eden Street, Junction Road, Holloway. The note and ring will
probably be found on his person. Get him apprehended if possible. Take
all necessary cabs.--ARTHUR NOEL."
Thus it came to pass that when that evening Dove sat down tranquilly
to a luxurious supper of lobster salad, chops, and bottled stout, he
was unpleasantly interrupted. When two policemen, accompanied by
Lawson, came into his room, he was guilty of using very violent
language, and altogether conducted himself in a most excited manner;
but, notwithstanding his resistance, and Mrs. Dove's hysterics, and
some terribly distressing chuckles, really sounding more like laughter
than tears, which were heard to issue from the lips of that naughty
boy, Tommy, a strict search of his person was instituted, and in
consequence he was that very night locked up in jail.
Oh, if only poor little Daisy, tossing on her hot and feverish pillow,
could have known!