CAPTAIN CRUIKSHANK.
While these things were going on, the world outside was not altogether
indifferent to affairs in Dalton Hall. In the village and in the
immediate neighborhood rumor had been busy, and at length the vague
statements of the public voice began to take shape.
This is what rumor said: Dudleigh is an impostor!
An impostor, it said. For the true Dudleigh, it asserted, was still
missing. This was not the real man. The remains found in the well had
never been accounted for. Justice had foregone its claims too readily.
The act remained, and the blood of the slain called aloud for vengeance.
How such a strange report was first started no one knew; but there it
was, and the Dalton mystery remained as obscure as ever.
Various circumstances contributed to increase the public suspicion. All
men saw that Dudleigh was different from this man, or else he had
greatly changed. For the former was always outside, in the world, while
this man remained secluded and shut up in the Hall. Why did he never
show himself? Why did he surround himself with all this secrecy? This
was the question.
The servants were eagerly questioned whenever any of them made their
appearance in the village, but as they were all new in the place, their
testimony was of little value. They could only say that he was devoted
to the invalid, and that he called Miss Dalton by that name, and had
called her by that name when he engaged them for her service.
Soon public opinion took two different forms, and two parties arose. One
of these believed the present Dudleigh to be an impostor; the other,
however, maintained that he was the real man, and that the change in his
character was to be accounted for on the grounds of the terrible
calamities that had resulted from his thoughtlessness, together with his
own repentance for the suffering which he had inflicted.
Meanwhile the subject of all this excitement and gossip was living in
his own seclusion, quite apart from the outside world. One change,
however, had taken place in his life which required immediate action on
his part.
A great number of letters had come for “Captain Dudleigh.” The receipt
of these gave him trouble. They were reminders of various pecuniary
obligations which had been contracted some time previously. They were,
in short--duns. He had been at Dalton Hall some six weeks before these
interesting letters began to arrive. After that time they came in
clusters, fast and frequent. The examination of these formed no small
part of his occupation when he was alone.
Some of these letters were jocular in their tone, reminding him of his
chronic impecuniosity, and his well-known impracticability in every
thing relating to money. These jocular letters, however, never failed to
remind him that, as he had made a rich match, there was no reason why he
should not pay his debts, especially as the writers were hard up, and
had waited so long without troubling him. These jocular letters, in
fact, informed him that if a settlement was not made at once, it would
be very much the worse for Dudleigh.
Others were from old sporting companions, reminding him of bets which
had not been paid, expressing astonishment which was child-like in its
simplicity, and requesting an immediate settlement. These were generally
short, curt, and altogether unpleasant.
Others were business letters, containing the announcement of notes
falling due. Others were from lawyers, stating the fact that certain
specified claims had been put in their hands for collection, and
requesting early attention.
All these seemed to come together. Misfortunes, says the proverb, never
come singly, and duns may fairly be reckoned among misfortunes. These
duns, however, troublesome though they were, were one by one got rid of
by the simple and effectual process of payment; for Dudleigh considered
it on the whole safer and better, under these peculiar circumstances, to
pay the money which was demanded than to expose himself to arrest or
lawsuits.
In connection with these affairs an event occurred which at the time
caused uneasiness, and gave the prospect of future trouble. One day a
gentleman called and sent up his card. It was Captain Cruikshank. The
name Dudleigh recognized as one which had been appended to several
dunning letters of the most importunate kind, and the individual himself
was apparently some sporting friend.
On going down Dudleigh saw a portly, bald-headed man, with large
whiskers, standing in front of one of the drawing-room windows, looking
out. He seemed midway between a gentleman and a blackleg, being neither
altogether one nor the other. At the noise of Dudleigh's entrance he
turned quickly around, and with a hearty, bluff manner walked up to him
and held out his hand.
Dudleigh fixed his eyes steadily upon those of the other man, and bowed,
without accepting the proffered hand, appearing not to see it. His whole
mien was full of aristocratic reserve, and cold, repellent distance of
manner, which checked the other in the midst of a full tide of voluble
congratulations into which he had flung himself. Thus interrupted, he
looked confused, stammered, and finally said,
“'Pon my honor, Dudleigh, you don't appear to be overcordial with an old
friend, that's seen you through so many scrapes as I have.”
“Circumstances,” said Dudleigh, “of a very painful character have forced
me to sever myself completely from all my former associates--all,
without exception.”
“Well, of course--as to that, it's all right, I dare say,” remarked the
other, from whom Dudleigh never removed his eyes; “but then, you know,
it seems to me that some friends ought to be--a--retained, you know, and
you and I, you know, were always of that sort that we were useful to one
another.”
This was thrown out as a very strong hint on the part of Captain
Cruikshank, and he watched Dudleigh earnestly to see its effect.
“I make no exceptions whatever,” said Dudleigh. “What has occurred to me
is the same as death. I am dead virtually to the world in which I once
lived. My former friends and acquaintances are the same as though I had
never known them.”
[Illustration: “WELL, REALLY--YES, THIS IS IT.”]
“Gad! something has come over you, that's a fact,” said Captain
Cruikshank. “You're a changed man, whatever the reason is. Well, you
have a right to choose for yourself, and I can't be offended. At the
same time, if you ever want to join the old set again, let me know, and
I promise you there'll be no difficulty.”
Dudleigh bowed.
“But then I suppose you're settled down in such infernally comfortable
quarters,” continued the other, “that it's not likely you'll ever
trouble us again. Married and done for--that's the word. Plenty of
money, and nothing to do.”
“If you have anything particular to say,” said Dudleigh, coldly, “I
should like to hear it; if not, I must excuse myself, as I am
particularly engaged.”
“Oh, no offense, no offense; I merely came to offer an old friend's
congratulations, you know, and--By-the-way,” continued Cruikshank,
lowering his voice, “there's that little I O U of yours. I thought
perhaps you might find it convenient to settle, and if so, it would be a
great favor to me.”
“What is the amount?” asked Dudleigh, who remembered this particular
debt perfectly well, since it had been the subject of more than one
letter of a most unpleasant character.
“The amount?” said Cruikshank. “Well, really--let me see--I don't quite
remember, but I'll find out in a moment.”
With these words he drew forth his pocket-book and fumbled among the
papers. At length he produced one, and tried hard to look as if he had
not known all along perfectly well what that amount was.
“Well, really--yes, this is it,” he remarked, as he looked at a piece of
paper. “The amount, did you say? The amount is just two hundred pounds.
It's not much for you, as you are now situated, I should suppose.”
“Is that the note?” asked Dudleigh, who was anxious to get rid of this
visitor, and suspected all along that he might have a deeper purpose
than the mere collection of a debt.
“That is the note,” said Cruikshank.
“I will pay it now,” said Dudleigh.
He left the room for a short time, and during his absence Cruikshank
amused himself with staring at the portrait of “Captain Dudleigh,” which
hung in a conspicuous position before his eyes. He was not kept long
waiting, for Dudleigh soon returned, and handed him the money.
Cruikshank took it with immense satisfaction, and handed the note over
in return, which Dudleigh carefully transferred to his own pocket-book,
where he kept many other such papers.
Cruikshank now bade him a very effusive adieu. Dudleigh stood at the
window watching the retreating figure of his visitor.
“I wonder how long this sort of thing can go on?” he murmured. “I don't
like this acting on the defensive. I'll have to make the attack myself
soon.”
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