SOLICITOR AND CLIENT
A pseudo-historical utterance was paraphrased by Mr. Luker when
the lady joined him in the street without.
"It may have been magnificent, but it wasn't war."
It is possible that Mrs. Lamb knew very little about the charge
at Balaclava. It is certain that she had never heard of the
phrase with which the critical French general has been credited.
And she was in a red-hot temper, so that in any case she was in
no mood to appreciate her legal adviser's recondite allusions.
The lady's own remark was idiomatic in the extreme.
"Luker, I'd like to knock your head clean off your shoulders. If
it hadn't been for you I'd have got all the ready I wanted out
of that couple of cripples, or----"
"Or you'd have been on your road to the lock-up. There's no 'or'
about it; if it hadn't been for me you would have been. My dear
Isabel----"
"Don't call me----"
"All right; I won't. If I were to call you all that I think you
ought to be called, you mightn't like it. I was merely about to
remark that your methods are too primitive. In London you can't
go into an office and get all the money you want out of a couple
of lawyers, old or young, with the aid of a stick. It can't be
done. If it could be done people would be doing it all day
long."
"Can't I?" Mrs. Lamb's tone was grim. "You don't know me yet.
You wait till I get them to myself, either together or singly,
and I'll lay you the National Debt to sixpence that I don't
leave 'em till I've got what I want. I've my own methods, and
I've found them pay me very well up to now."
"I don't doubt your capacity; when I think of where you were and
of where you are I've no reason to. But in dealing with people
like McTavish & Brown, with a strong case like yours, diplomacy
pays better than violence. If you'd left the conduct of the
affair to me I'd have at any rate exacted from them the promise
of a satisfactory sum in settlement of all claims. As it is,
where are you?"
He held out his hand, palm uppermost, as if to show that there
was nothing in it. She walked by his side for some little
distance in silence; when she spoke her tone was still grim.
"I'll tell you where I am--I'm with you. And I tell you what it
is--as I couldn't get any money out of them, I'm going to get it
out of you."
"Are you? I don't see how."
"Don't you? I do."
"You can't get blood out of a stone."
"No; because there's no blood in a stone. But I can get money
out of you, because you've plenty."
"I wish I had."
"Don't you worry; your wish was granted before it was uttered.
I'll show you where some of it is, if you like."
In his turn Mr. Luker for a while was still. Then stopping, he
held out his hand.
"I wish you good-afternoon, Mrs. Lamb."
"You needn't; I'm coming with you."
"I'm afraid I have an appointment which will prevent my enjoying
the pleasure of your company any longer."
"Oh no, you haven't. Besides, it will make no difference if you
have--I'm coming with you."
"You are coming with me? What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm going to accompany you to your private
residence, Mr. Luker. I want to have a quiet chat with you. I
can have it there better than anywhere else. We shall be snug,
and all by ourselves."
He looked at her with his bleared, half-open eyes--he seemed
to be physically incapable of opening them to their full
extent--with an expression which some ladies would not have
considered flattering, nor were his words exactly complimentary.
"I would as soon go home with a tigress as with you in your
present mood--indeed, of the two, I think I would prefer the
tigress. I have been in too many tight places to feel inclined
to walk, with my eyes open, into quite such a tight place as
that would be. Once more I have to inform you that I have an
appointment which will prevent my having the pleasure of your
company any farther, so I wish you good-afternoon."
"And once more I tell you that I'm coming home with you."
"Oh no, you're not."
"Oh yes, I am."
"I think you are mistaken."
He beckoned to a policeman who happened to be standing by the
kerb at a little distance from where they were.
"What do you want with him?" she demanded.
"I am going to appeal to that officer for protection, and I
don't think you will find that I shall do so in vain. You will
compel people to summon the police--it is extremely unwise."
The constable was sauntering towards them. Recognising,
apparently, that there was logic in what Mr. Luker said,
without waiting for the policeman to approach, also without
going through the empty formula of wishing the solicitor
good-afternoon, she marched off and left Mr. Luker alone. When she
had gone, perhaps, a hundred yards, she stopped and looked back.
Mr. Luker, who was still where she had left him, was seemingly
enjoying a little friendly converse with the constable. She
continued her progress for, possibly, another hundred yards, and
then again looked back. This time Mr. Luker had vanished. She
could distinguish the stalwart figure of the constable striding
along in solitary state in the distance. She signalled to a
hansom. "Stamford Street, Blackfriars Bridge end," was the
direction she gave the driver. When the vehicle had brought her
to the point she desired, descending, she dismissed it. She
stood for two or three minutes, scanning the passers-by, keenly
observing, so far as she was able, every one in sight. Then,
turning into Stamford Street, she presently turned again into a
street on her right. She was coming into a very shady
neighbourhood, in which one opined that women of her appearance
were very occasional visitants. She twisted and turned, however,
with the unerring rapidity of one who knew it uncommonly well,
until at last she found herself in what was rather an alley than
a street, and a cul-de-sac at that, for at the end was nothing
but a high blank wall. Here the tenements were not only
extremely small, apparently consisting of five or six rooms at
most, they were also of disreputable appearance. Pausing in
front of one she regarded it with an attentive eye. The fact
that the blinds were down gave it a deserted look. She knocked
once, twice--there was no bell. When no one answered she drew a
conclusion of her own.
"He's not come yet; I'll wait."
She did wait, for a good half-hour, with exemplary patience, in
spite of the fact that long before the period of waiting was at
an end she had become an object of much interest to a large
number of curious eyes. Just as the observers were beginning to
wonder how long she did intend to stop, the object of her
flattering quest came into sight, in the shape of the legal
gentleman from whom she had so lately parted--Mr. Isaac Luker.
Contrary to her hopes and expectations he was not alone; once
more her wily old friend had proved equal to the needs of the
occasion. On either side of him were men whose character, or,
rather, want of character, was written large all over them--two
more unmistakable ruffians one would have to go far to see. At
sight of her Mr. Luker came to a standstill.
"I thought I should find you waiting for me here; your presence
is not at all unexpected. So, as in this neighbourhood the
police are not much protection, and I suspected that I might
stand in need of protection, I brought my two friends here with
me. They think little of putting a woman of your sort into the
river, as gentlemen of their profession generally do, so I'll
leave them to deal with you after the mode with which they are
most familiar."
"Is this 'er?" inquired one of the friends, a beetle-browed
person, with an open gash running right down his filthy cheek.
"That's her, my good friend. You talk to her, in any way you
please, while I go inside."
As he produced his latch-key Mrs. Lamb moved towards him in a
forlorn-hope sort of spirit.
"Let me come in! There's something which I must say to you."
Without giving her a hint of his intention the beetle-browed
person struck her with his clenched fist on the shoulder in such
fashion that, had she not lurched against the wall, Mrs. Lamb
would have gone headlong to the ground. Mr. Luker stood to
comment on the action.
"That's right, my friend; that's how she likes to talk to
others."
He disappeared into the house; they heard him locking and
bolting the door. The beetle-browed person placed himself in
unpleasant proximity to Mrs. Lamb; his manner was, if possible,
even more eloquent than his words.
"Now then, are you going to take yourself off, or have we got to
move you? Make up your mind, because our time's valuable."
She made up her mind, there and then. Realising that she was
doomed to still another disappointment, she took herself off,
with Mr. Luker's two "friends" at her heels. When she was back
again into Stamford Street she stopped and spoke to them.
"There are police here, as, if you try to follow me another
step, you'll find."
"We don't want to follow you--not much! We only want to keep you
off the governor, that's all. You can go where you like, and you
can do what you like, but if you come near his crib again we'll
mark you."
Hailing another hansom Mrs. Lamb left Mr. Luker's two "friends"
standing on the pavement.