A rigid search after Mr. Heartwell was instituted under the
superintendence of two of the most efficient officers of the Bow Street
establishment. The evidence given by the coachman was proved to be
strictly correct, except that a small portion of time was unaccounted
for between the period of his having--as he stated--set the lieutenant
down in Ormond Street, and his arrival at the coach-stand in Covent
Garden, which according to the deposition of the waterman was much later
than would have been required to traverse the distance between the two
places. But Simpson's explanation was that, having by request driven his
fare very quick to Ormond Street, he merely walked his horses to Charles
Street in order to cool them.
Nothing whatever having been elicited that day which was calculated to
throw any light on the mysterious affair, Mr. Brady with his witnesses
appeared before Mr. Bond on the following morning at the time appointed,
when the officers made their reports, and were instructed to persevere.
The Bank Agent deposed that he had paid over to the lieutenant at the
office of Mr. Brady, and in the presence of the lawyer and his clerk,
a thousand guineas in gold, and bank-notes to the amount of fourteen
thousand pounds, besides securities and deeds, relating to property
supposed to be of considerable value in the East Indies, all which had
belonged to the lieutenant's uncle, who had died without issue and
intestate: he produced the receipt for the charge he had delivered,
and stated that he had earnestly advised the lieutenant to deposit the
whole in the hands of his professional man to invest for him to the best
advantage; but though Mr. Heartwell perfectly assented to the propriety
of such a step, yet he expressed himself so desirous of displaying his
newly acquired fortune to his wife, that as a matter of course he (the
agent) offered no further argument against it.
Shipkins, the clerk, corroborated the statement of Mr. Brady; but in
addition, mentioned that the lieutenant had declared that it was his
intention to resign his appointment to the seventy-four for the purpose
of remaining at home with his family, but that it would be necessary for
him in the first instance to visit Portsmouth.
The officers used their utmost vigilance, and the Secretary of State
offered a large reward to any one who could render information of the
fate of the missing officer. Ben was despatched to Portsmouth to make
inquiry whether his master had been seen in that neighbourhood, or on
board the ship; but no clue was obtained.
Days--weeks--months passed away, and Mrs. Heartwell experienced an
unmitigated state of anxiety and suspense. Yet though doubts prevailed
that she should never behold him again, she determined never to clothe
herself in the semblance of mourning till she had proof that he was dead.
Young Frank partook of the feelings of his mother; but the elasticity
of boyhood does not long retain the acuteness of sorrow; the delightful
changes which Nature is constantly presenting to the ardency of youth and
"All is beautiful, for all is new,"
superseded the grief which preys upon more advanced age, when the
heart knoweth its own bitterness; and whilst the mother was pining
and weeping over her heavy affliction, Frank forgot in the joys of
amusement that there was anything like unhappiness in the world. He
was a bold, free-hearted, jovial lad, who loved to frolic over the
gardens and grounds round the British Museum. Nor was Ben inactive in
either promoting the mirthful indulgences of the lad, although there
might be a little mischief in progress, or seeing that fair-play was
exercised when pugnacity or wrong led to pugilistic encounters. It is
true that the fond parent in her solicitude would expostulate, and on
some occasions reprove; but the ready acknowledgment of error which Frank
always made when in the wrong, and the argument of Ben, "Bless you, my
lady, you can't never go for to rig out an ould figure-head upon young
shoulders--besides, what's the odds, so as you're happy?" soon produced
reconciliation and pardon.
It has been said "Sweet are the uses of adversity;" but it is hard to
contemplate the approach of poverty with its train of evils that no
mortal influence can subdue; and such was the case with Mrs. Heartwell.
Daily she saw her resources decreasing--the pay of the lieutenant was
stopped; she could not claim her widow's pension, for she had no proof
of her husband's death; there were no relations to whom she could apply
in her distress for assistance or counsel. Mr. Brady had sent in a heavy
bill for law business, and pressed for payment; difficulties in short
accumulated on all sides. One, and only one, of her former associates
continued to visit her; and this was an elderly man of unattractive
manners, who claimed a distant relationship. He seldom spoke but when
addressed; and his remarks were generally of a caustic and misanthropic
cast, rendering him an object not only of dislike to many, but of fear
to some. He was poor, but how he lived no one knew; and yet on more than
one occasion he had spoken of important affairs even in the state, that
displayed a tolerably accurate knowledge of persons and things far above
his station in society: in short, he was a mystery that set conjecture at
defiance.
Such was Mr. Unity Peach; in age between fifty and sixty; a large round
face, with a great bushy wig upon his head, and one eye covered over
with a black patch, the other grey and cold without expression; he was
stout made, short, and with limbs like a giant, though he complained of
feebleness and debility. He seldom uttered one word of cheering kindness,
yet when asked for his advice he would give it; and it was seldom known
to fail in its beneficial results. To Frank and the seaman he was an
object of aversion that they did not care at all times to conceal; yet,
with a perverseness that seemed congenial to his character, if there
was any individual to whom the old man could be attached, it was Ben
Brailsford.
"You are hurrying on to ruin," said Mr. Unity Peach one day, in reply to
a question from Mrs. Heartwell; "large house--lazy sailor--mischievous
boy."
"But I would willingly quit the house, sir," returned the lady, "and
strive by some means or other to provide for myself and child."
"Let lodgings--keep a school--make the boy a shoemaker--send that Jack
Tar to sea," was the response.
"I have hitherto been guided in my conduct, Mr. Peach, by what I have
supposed would be satisfactory to my husband could he witness my
actions," replied the lady; "and yet--oh yes, I see there is no other
resource, though I should prefer removing from this neighbourhood."
"Pride goeth before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall,"
quoted the old man; "Go on and starve--no help for it."
"I wish I had some friend to counsel me," exclaimed the afflicted woman,
as the tears gushed from her eyes.
"Bah!--nonsense!--friends, indeed! Won't take counsel--good morning;" and
Mr. Unity arose to depart.
"I meant no reflections upon you, Mr. Peach," returned the lady. "You have
at times advised me, and well too--but indeed, sir, your harshness----"
"I know it,--I know it," bitterly replied the old man, interrupting her,
whilst a malicious grin played upon his swarthy countenance; "you hate
me--you all hate me."
"You do me great injustice to suppose such a thing," responded Mrs.
Heartwell, mildly; "I would wish to entertain respect and esteem----"
"Bah! folly!" uttered Mr. Unity, preventing the concluding remarks of the
lady. "No such things in the world as respect, esteem--all deceit."
"I have a better opinion of my fellow-creatures----"
"Better opinion!" interrupted the old man, with a taunting sneer.
"Yes--right--husband murdered--lawyer threatening--abandoned in
trouble--sinking in poverty--eat up with pride--idle boy--saucy
sailor--fellow-creatures indeed!"
At this moment Ben entered, and though deference and respect for
his mistress kept him silent, yet the clenching of his fist and the
indignation of his look plainly evidenced that he would, if he durst,
have given Mr. Unity Peach a thrashing. Nor did the old man seem
insensible to what was passing in the worthy seaman's mind, for he turned
upon him a glance of contempt and defiance that but ill accorded with the
angular inclination of his body, which betokened weakness and decrepitude.
Mrs. Heartwell, endeavouring to suppress her agitation, turned with a
look of inquiry to Ben.
"Why, my lady, I don't perticklarly want anything," replied the seaman
somewhat confusedly, as he fidgetted about the room in his accustomed way
when he had any communication of importance to make.
"Has anything occurred?" asked the lady with impatience.
"Bless you, my lady," ejaculated Ben, whilst a flush spread over his
cheeks, and a tear stood trembling in his eye; "I ounly wish I was
rouling in gould and I'd soon capsize the lubbers; but ounly speak the
word and I'll do it now, though the unconscionable scamps have boarded us
in the smoke."
"Of whom are you speaking?" demanded Mrs. Heartwell, as a thrill of
sickly apprehension passed through her heart. But the seaman had not
time to answer before the door of the room was opened, and in walked a
corpulent but athletic man, whose very appearance announced his calling
to be that of a sheriff's officer; whilst close behind him came his
assistant, though he did not venture beyond the door-way. "Werry sorry,
ma'am--werry sorry," said the officer, producing a writ of execution,
"I al'ays likes to be civil to ladies, but must do my dooty you
know--mustn't I, sir?" and he turned to Mr. Unity Peach, who, bent down
and leaning heavily on his stick, which he seemed to grasp convulsively,
nodded assent.
"What is all this?" demanded Mrs. Heartwell, looking first at the officer
and then at Mr. Peach, and then at Ben, who, though it was the height
of summer, had got hold of the poker, and was busily stirring the white
paper shavings that ornamented the grate.
"Oh, it's not werry much, ma'am," replied the officer, displaying the
official document; "it's only a writ as I've got to sarve, and in course
must trespass upon your family for board and lodging till the matter's
settled--that's all."
"I do not understand it, Mr. Peach," said the distressed lady; "pray
explain it to me."
"Bailiff!" replied the old man, pointing to the officer in an
introductory manner; "come to seize furniture--some of your fellow
creatures:" and then, mimicking the manners of the official, he wound up
with the same exclamation--"that's all."
"That's all, ay, and enough too!" mumbled Ben as he made the room echo
with rattling the poker in the grate; "I ounly wish my lady 'ud give the
word, I'm blessed if it should be all; I'd larn 'em to seize furniture;
and it arn't best for their health that they clap a flipper upon it
whilst I'm here."
"Go to sea," muttered Mr. Unity Peach. "Work for your living--don't lazy
away your time here!"
"I tell you what it is, ould genelman," exclaimed Ben, all the feelings
of the tar aroused within his breast. "You're an oncantankerous scamp
with your spiteful tongue. But bless you, my lady, ounly say the word and
I'll clear the decks of the whole boiling of 'em afore you can look round
you;" and the seaman flourished the poker in a menacing attitude at the
officer and his follower, but the next instant he felt his arm restrained
as if it had been fixed in the gripe of a blacksmith's vice, and by his
side stood Mr. Unity Peach.
"Put that poker down," said the old man in a tone of command as he
grasped the seaman's wrist; "obey the laws."
"All werry right, sir," uttered the sheriff's officer; "not as I'm
afear'd of being attackted, but arter all there's nothing like obeying
the law, and it shows as you're a man of sense. I must do my dooty,
howsomever unpleasant. There's the writ, ma'am."
"At whose suit?" demanded Mr. Peach, who quietly took the weapon from
Ben's hand, and replaced it within the fender.
"At the suit of Muster Jocelyn Brady," replied the officer,
"attorney-at-law, Lincoln's Inn. Debt and costs one hundred and
seventeen pounds, six shillings, and eightpence."
"The villain!" uttered a voice, half suppressed, from some part of the
room, but from whom it proceeded it would have been difficult to say.
Poor Mrs. Heartwell was almost overwhelmed, and Frank coming in from
school and staring wildly at the spectacle, added to her distress. On
seeing his mother's tears, he threw his arms round her neck and kissed
her; and then, turning round with flushed cheeks and a fierceness that he
seldom manifested, demanded of the officer "what business he had there?"
This Mr. Peach explained in as few words as possible, but not without
instilling venom into what he did say, to the great anger of Ben, and the
increased dislike of the boy.
But there was no avoiding the instrument of the law, nor any means to get
rid of its agent. The execution was served, and the bailiff remained in
charge. The almost heart-broken Mrs. Heartwell waited upon the lawyer,
but he refused to see her; the furniture was sold; and it racked her
heart to part with things which time and circumstances had endeared
to her; and now she, who had been within a few minutes of attaining
affluence, was reduced to the verge of destitution.
A small, ready-furnished apartment received the mourner and her son; but
her money was gone, she knew no one to whom she could apply. Ben had
expended every shilling that he possessed; but the worthy fellow would
not desert his mistress; he got employment in a rigging gang to fit out
East Indiamen, and, reserving a bare subsistence for himself, he devoted
all that he could spare to the use of Frank and his mother. Nor was this
all; for after his hours of labour were over in the week days, and each
Sunday, he was constant in his attendance, to perform every kind office
that he could without failing in the respect he had ever manifested
towards his mistress. Nor did Mr. Peach forsake the afflicted lady,
though his visits were not so frequent as before; and he was incessant in
his complaints of bad health, decaying strength, and growing poverty.
"Mrs. Heartwell procured needlework, and toiled day and night to keep
Frank at school, and to obtain him food and clothes." Nor could she
even have done this but through the generosity of some unknown friend,
who regularly transmitted her thirty shillings a month without note or
comment. She believed her benefactor to be a kind and wealthy lady who
had formerly taken an interest in her welfare; but it was evident the
donor did not wish to be openly known.
Thus progressed another twelve months. Ben and Frank were inseparable
companions as often as they could be together; and though Mr. Peach
was constantly persuading his mother to bind the lad apprentice to
a shoemaker, he still continued improving in his education, and the
hard-toiling seaman often went without indulgences himself that he might
secretly supply his young friend with pocket-money. At length to her
great astonishment, Mrs. Heartwell received by post under a blank cover
a note of the Bank of England for £100. Tears of joyous gratitude filled
her eyes. The following day was devoted to recreation--the first she had
known since the loss of her husband. And now came the consideration as
to the best mode of employing the gift to the most advantageous use. At
first the feelings of the mother directed her sole attention to young
Frank, and she thought of appropriating a large portion to putting him
out in the world; but Mr. Peach, who was consulted on all important
occasions, advised her to take a respectable house, furnish apartments,
and let them to a respectable tenant: nor did he forget to insist upon
his usual proposition of making Frank a cordwainer. In every particular,
save the last, the advice was followed.