Jill entered the house to hear from the servant that the doctor had not
yet returned from his rounds, that Mrs Trevor was also out, and that
Miss Betty and Master Jack were looking after the old gentleman in the
dining-room.
Listening outside the door, she caught a sound of puffing and groaning,
and, unable to resist the promptings of anxiety and curiosity, turned
the handle and entered the room.
The victim was seated in the doctor's big leather arm-chair, looking
very perturbed and sorry for himself, while Jack and Betty hovered near,
alternately offering suggestions for his relief.
"If you would lie down on the sofa--"
"Or have a cushion to your back--"
"Or a cup of tea--"
"Or wine--"
"Or sal-volatile--"
"Shall I bathe your head with eau de Cologne?"
"Would you put up your feet on a chair?"
The victim had apparently been too much engrossed in his own self-pity
to take any notice of the separate suggestions, but now their
reiteration had an irritating effect, for with startling unexpectedness
he thrust forward his big, flushed face, and shouted a loud refusal.
"No, no, no, no! Do you want to kill me at once? I only want rest and
a chance to get my breath again. Tea? Wine? Faugh! I hope I know
better than that after the agonies I have had to go through. Sal-
volatile! Do you take me for an hysterical old woman? Feet up? Ay,
young sir, I expect I shall have a longer dose of that position than I
care for after this adventure! As if I had not had enough of it
already--five weeks on my chair in the summer, three in the spring, two
months last winter."
From his own account he was evidently a great sufferer, yet in
appearance he was stout and healthy enough. Jack made a swift
diagnosis, and said politely--
"Gout, I suppose, sir? Gout in your feet?"
"And what makes you suppose anything of the kind, sir? I don't carry a
label to advertise my ailments that I am aware of!" cried the old
gentleman, with an irascibility which convinced his audience that he was
on the point of another attack. Then suddenly he looked past his two
questioners, saw Jill's peering face, and went off at another tangent.
"Oh ho! What's this? I saw you outside in the street. What are you
doing here, may I ask? Come in for a treat to see the rest of the
show?"
"It's my house! I live here!" replied Jill grandiloquently. "I am
sorry you are not well. Would you like us to whistle for a cab to take
you home? It's always nicest to be at home when one is ill."
It was all very well for Jack to frown dissent. Jill was inclined to
think that the truest wisdom lay in getting the old gentleman out of the
way before her father's return, and so escape with one scolding instead
of two. She raised her eyebrows, and mouthed the dumb question, "Will
you tell?" while the victim continued his groans and lamentations.
"Great mistake ever to leave home in these days. Can't think what I am
coming to next. I merely stooped down to pick up a parcel--simplest
thing in the world; done it a score of times before--and over I went
full on my face. Terrible crash! Terrible crash! Paralysis now, I
expect, in addition to everything else. Just my luck! A wreck, sir--a
wreck! And I used to be the strongest man in the regiment. Ah, well,
well, that's all over! I must be content to be on the shelf now."
Betty turned towards the twins with a scrutinising gaze, but they had no
eyes for her. A note of real pathos had sounded in the victim's voice
as he bemoaned his lost strength, and their hearts melted before it.
Jack stepped boldly forward to make his confession.
"It was not paralysis, sir. It was--the parcel! We're sorry,--I'm
sorry, but it was only a joke, and we never thought you would fall. No
one else fell. We kept pulling it away by the string, you know, a _few_
inches at a time, so that you did not notice, but you had really farther
and farther to stretch, and it was that that made you topple over."
He paused, and the old gentleman stopped groaning and stared at him with
eyes of crab-like protuberance. The crimson flush deepened on his
cheeks, and his white whiskers appeared to bristle with wrath. He was
truly an awe-inspiring object.
"It was your doing, was it? You pulled away the parcel, did you? I
`toppled over,' did I?" he repeated with awful deliberation. That was
the lull before the storm, and then it broke in all its fury, and roared
over their heads, so that they gasped and trembled before it.
The victim went back to his earliest childhood, and thanked Providence
that he at least had known how to behave himself, and desist from silly,
idiotic, ridiculous, tom-fool tricks, which would disgrace a monkey on
an organ. He projected himself into the future, and prophesied ruin and
destruction for a race which produced popinjays and clowns. He
announced his intention of dying that very night, so that the crime
which his hearers had committed might be duly avenged, and in the same
breath would have them to know that he was not the sort of man to be
affected by the tricks of unmannerly cubs, and that General Terence
Digby was match for a hundred such as they, gout or no gout. Gout,
indeed! Toppled, forsooth! The world was coming to a pretty pass! Was
it part of the plot, might he ask, to cajole him into the house and
poison him with their sal-volatile tea? This was a case for the police!
Betty gave a little shriek of dismay, but the twins exchanged glances of
subdued admiration. They liked to hear a thing done really well, and
the General's denunciation was a triumph of its kind. But when asked if
he were not thoroughly ashamed of himself, Jack showed the courage of
his opinion.
"Sorry!" he declared. "I said so before, sir, but not ashamed. We
wouldn't have been bribed to hurt you, and I'll apologise as much as you
like, but we were doing nothing wrong. It was only a joke."
"Joke!" screamed the old gentleman. "Joke!" He rolled his protruding
eyes towards the ceiling, and gasped and spluttered in disgust. "Is
that what you call a joke? I don't know what this country is coming to!
Have you nothing better to do with your time, young sir, than to prowl
about the streets playing monkey tricks on innocent passers-by? I am
sorry for you if that is your best idea of enjoyment."
"Boys will be boys!" said Jack, in his quaint, sententious fashion. "We
can only be young once, sir, so we might as well make the most of it
while we can."
"Besides, we weren't prowling about in the street!" cried Jill, suddenly
bursting into the conversation, her determination to keep silent melting
away before what she was pleased to consider a slight on her dignity.
"Mother wouldn't allow such a thing. The Square is private property.
We have a key, and she knows we are perfectly safe when we are there."
"But, by Jove, other people are not! You manage to get into mischief
though you are railed up!" cried the victim, and a sort of spasm passed
over his face, as of a smile violently suppressed. He glared at Jill,
from her to Betty, from Betty to Jack, and then let his glance wander
round the room--the big, handsome apartment so sparsely filled with the
furniture of a smaller house. The sideboard looked poor and
insignificant in the recess designed for one twice the size; the few
pictures entirely failed to hide the marks of the places where the last
tenant had hung his more generous supply. The carpet covered only two-
thirds of the floor, and was eked out by linoleum. To the most
unobservant eye it must have been evident that the owner of this house
was a man whose means were so limited that the strictest economy was
necessary in the management of his household.
"Ha--ho--hum!" coughed the old gentleman suddenly. "Have you ever heard
of such a thing as the Employers' Liability Act?"
The girls shook their heads. Jack had glimmering ideas on the subject.
"It's a sort of--er--of insurance, isn't it? If a workman fellow drops
a sack on your head, the other fellow has to pay up, so he pays the
insurance fellow to do it for him. That's the sort of thing, isn't it,
sir?"
"That is the sort of thing, sir, expressed with your natural elegance of
diction. Does your father contract with an `insurance fellow,' may I
ask?"
"No--why should he? He doesn't employ any workmen."
"He is responsible for his children, however, who are a hundred times
more dangerous. How will he like it, do you think, when I send him in a
bill for my expenses, and the loss of time caused by this accident? I
put a high price on my time, let me tell you. It is of value to other
people besides myself--of value to my country, sir, I am proud to think!
If I am laid aside by the hand of Providence, that is one matter. It's
a very different thing when it is done of malice intent. What should
you say to a hundred pounds a week, eh, what?"
Jill gave a squeal of dismay. Betty set her lips tight, and tried to
look composed and haughty, but she felt a trifle sick. She could hardly
bring herself to believe that such a proceeding would be legally
possible, yet the old gentleman had distinctly said that such a law
existed, and Jack appeared to know something about it. Beneath his air
of bravado she could see that the boy shared in her own nervousness, and
a wild idea of flinging herself at the stranger's feet and imploring his
clemency was beginning to take shape in her brain, when a sound from
without attracted the attention of all.
It was the click of the doctor's key in the latch, and a moment later he
entered the hall, and paused, as his custom was, to read the messages
which had been pencilled for him on a slate. Then came the rustle of
Mary's skirt, a few low-toned words, and the sound of quick steps
approaching the dining-room door. It was a thrilling moment!
There sat the victim, scarlet-faced, glassy-eyed, scowling more fiercely
than ever, as if in anticipation of the coming conflict. There in a row
stood the three young people, shivering in their respective shoes, for
was it not the greatest of offences to "worry father," and involve him
in needless expenses?
"Sorry to have been out, sir," cried the doctor, entering the room, and
rubbing his hands in brisk, professional manner. "My maid tells me that
you have had a fall. I hope my young people have looked after you in my
absence. Now, would you prefer to have a talk here, or shall I assist
you into my consulting-room?"
The critical moment had arrived, and with it came a rapturous surprise,
for even as the young people gazed, the anger faded out of the
stranger's face, the gleaming eyes softened, the lips relaxed, and, as
by the waving of a magician's wand, he was suddenly changed into a
kindly, benevolent old gentleman, who would never condescend to such an
indignity as a fit of temper.
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir! I fancy I am pretty nearly my own man
again. Your son very kindly brought me in, and gave me the opportunity
of resting, which was really all I required. And your daughter offered
me refreshments. I--ah--happened to slip,"--the protruding eyes met
Jack's with a flicker, which, if such a thing could be imagined, was
almost a wink!--"to slip on the pavement, and a man of my weight feels
these things more than a boy. Gout, sir, gout in the feet! Your good
son has already diagnosed my complaint, and, no doubt, you will be
equally ready. Now, if you could make up a prescription which would
give me back my powers of twenty years ago--"
Dr Trevor laughed, while Betty, Jack, and Jill mentally erected a
monument, and placed the figure of the victim upon it in everlasting
gratitude and affection.
"I am afraid I can hardly do that, but if you will allow me I will give
you a draught which will steady your nerves after the shock. How did
you come to fall? Was the pavement slippery with the mud?"
"The London pavements, sir," answered the old man pompously, "the London
pavements are a disgrace to civilisation! Don't tell me that I am
crazy. Don't tell me it is the best-paved city in the world. I've
heard that statement before, and I stick to my own opinion. My opinion,
I trust, sir, is worth as much as any other man's. It is a wonder there
are not many more accidents. I fell, sir, I would have you know, in
consequence of my own selfish and avaricious instincts, and I attach no
blame to anyone but myself!"
"Ah!" exclaimed the doctor significantly. He glanced towards his son,
caught his air of embarrassment, and hesitated between amusement and
indignation. "Jack--at your old parcel trick again?"
"Boys will be boys, sir, as I have just been reminded. Perhaps we can
remember the day when we also-- But what about that draught? Five
minutes in your consulting-room, if you please, and then Master Jack can
kindly get me a cab. I will not trust myself in the streets again to-
day."
Another twinkling glance at the twins, and the old gentleman raised
himself slowly from his chair, and followed the doctor from the room,
leaving the three young people staring at each other breathlessly.
"This _is_ a day!" cried Jill, with a caper of delight. "We've made two
new friends! The pretty lady says she is coming to call, and we must go
to tea, and then this jolly old man... What a brick he is! He didn't
mind scolding us himself, but he wouldn't let anyone else do it. Jack,
do be awfully nice when you get the cab, and offer to see him home.
Tell him how grateful we are. Hint like anything to make him invite us
there!"
"Trust me for that!" cried Jack.