Roland Cashel Volume Ii Part 11

"The same. Hush, man,--be cautious! He has come up here about a little law business on which he desired to consult Mr. Hammond, and now we have a doc.u.ment for signature, if you could only find us another person equally discreet with yourself to be the witness, for these kind of things, when they get about in the world, are misrepresented in a thousand ways. Do you happen to have any confidential man here would suit us?"

"If my head waiter, sir, Mr. Nipkin, would do; he writes an excellent hand, and is a most reserved, cautious young man."

"Perfectly, Swindon; he'll do perfectly. Will you join us upstairs, where my friend is in waiting? Pray, also, give Nipkin a hint not to bestow any undue attention on Mr. Cashel, who wants to be _incog._ so far as may be; as for yourself, Swindon, no hint is necessary."

A graceful bow from the landlord acknowledged the compliment, and he hastened to give the necessary orders, while Linton continued his way to the apartment where the Italian awaited him.

"Impatient for breakfast, I suppose, Giovanni?" said Linton, gayly, as he entered. "Well? sit down, and let us begin. Already I have done more than half the business which brought me here, and we may be on our way back within an hour."

Giovanni seated himself at the table without any of that constraint a sense of inferiority enforces, and began his breakfast in silence.

"You understand," said Linton, "that when you have written the name 'Roland Cashel,' and are asked if that be your act and deed, you have simply to say 'Yes;' a bow--a mere nod, indeed--is sufficient."

"I understand," said he, thoughtfully, as if reflecting over the matter with himself. "I conclude, then," added he, after a pause, "that the sooner I leave the country afterwards, the better--I mean the safer--for me."

"As to any positive danger," said Linton, affecting an easy carelessness, "there is none. The doc.u.ment is merely a copy of one already signed by Mr. Cashel, but which I have mislaid, and I am so ashamed of my negligence I cannot bring myself to confess it."

This tame explanation Linton was unable to finish without faltering, for the Italian's keen and piercing dark eyes seemed to penetrate into him as he was speaking.

"With this I have nothing to do," said he, abruptly. "It is quite clear, however, that Giovanni Santini is not Roland Cashel; nor, if there be a penalty on what I have done, am I so certain that he whose name I shall have forged will undergo it in my place."

"You talk of forgery and penalties as if we were about to commit a felony," said Linton, laughing. "Pray give me the cream. There is really no such peril in the case, and if there were, it would be all mine."

"I know nothing of your laws here--I desire to know nothing of them," said the Italian, haughtily; "but if it should be my lot to be arraigned, let it be for something more worthy of manhood. I 'll sign the paper, but I shall leave the country at once."

No words could have been more grateful to Linton's ears than these; he was, even at that very moment, considering in his own mind in what way to disembarra.s.s himself of his "friend" when this service should have been effected.

"As you please, Giovanni," said be, gravely. "I regret to part company so soon with one whose frankness so well accords with my own humor."

The Italian's lips parted slightly, and a smile of cold and dubious meaning flitted across his dark features.

"We part here, then," said he, rising from the table. "There is a vessel leaves this for Bristol at noon to-day; it is already past eleven o'clock."

"I'll not delay," said Linton, rising and ringing the bell; "send Mr. Swindon here," said he to the waiter, while he opened a parchment doc.u.ment upon the table, and after hastily glancing over it, folded it carefully again, leaving uppermost the margin, where certain pencil-marks indicated the places of signature. "This is yours, Giovanni," said he, placing a weighty purse in the Italian's hand, who took it with all the easy indifference of one whose feelings of shame were not too acute. "Remember what I have--"

There was no time to finish, for already a light tap was-heard at the door, and the landlord, followed by the head waiter, entered.

"We were pressed for time, Swindon," said Linton, as he examined the pens, which, like all hotel ones, seemed invented for ruling music paper, "and have sent for you to witness the signature to this doc.u.ment.

Here, Cashel, you are to sign here," said he, turning to Giovanni, who-had just lighted a cigar, and was smoking away with all imaginable coolness. The Italian took the pen, and with a bold and steady hand wrote the words "Roland Cashel."

"Mr. Swindon at this side; Mr. Nipkin's name comes underneath."

"You acknowledge this for your hand and seal, sir?" said Swindon, turning towards Giovanni.

"I do," said the Italian, in an accent which did not betray the slightest emotion, nor any trace of foreign p.r.o.nunciation.

"All right; thank you, Swindon--thanks, Mr. Nipkin," said Linton, as, with an elation of countenance all his efforts could not suppress, he folded up the parchment; "and now, will you order my horses at once?"

The landlord and the waiter left the room, and Linton found himself once more alone with Giovanni; the only consolation he felt being that it was for the last time. There was a pause, in which each gazed steadily at the other without a word. At last, with a long-drawn sigh, Giovanni exclaimed,--

"Perdio! but it is hard to do." And with this he pressed his hat upon his brows, and waving a careless farewell with his hand, walked out, leaving Linton in a state of amazement not altogether unmingled with fear. Tom watched the tall and stalwart figure of the foreigner as he moved through the crowd that filled the quay, and it was with a sense of relief he could not explain to himself that he saw him cross the plank that led to the steamer, on whose deck numerous pa.s.sengers were already a.s.sembled.

The bell rang out in warning of her approaching departure, and Linton kept his eyes intently fixed upon the one figure, which towered above the others around him. Already the scene of bustle portended the moment of starting, and some were hastening on board, as others, with not less eagerness, were endeavoring to get on sh.o.r.e; when, just at that instant, the landlord's voice was heard.

"Mr. Hammond is just going off, sir; he wants to say one word to you before he goes."

Mr. Hammond had just taken his seat in his carriage, and sat with one hand upon the door, awaiting Linton's coming.

"I am run sharp for time, Mr. Linton," cried he, "and have not a second to lose. I wish sincerely I could have given a little more time to that doc.u.ment--not indeed that any feature of difficulty exists in forming an opinion, only that I believe I could have put your friend on the safe road as to his future course."

"You regard it then as authentic--as a good and valid instrument?" said Linton, in a low but eager voice.

"So much so," said Hammond, lowering his tone to a mere whisper, "that if he does not marry the young lady in question, I would not give him twenty s.h.i.+llings for his t.i.tle."

"By Jove!" exclaimed Linton, leaning his head on the door of the carriage, as if to conceal his chagrin, but in reality to hide the exuberance of his joy; "and this is your candid opinion of the case?"

"I am willing to stake my fame as a lawyer on the issue; for, remember, the whole history of the suit is familiar to me. I recollect well the flaws in the course of proofs adduced, and I see how this discovery reconciles each discrepancy, and supplies every missing link of the chain."

"Poor fellow!--it will be a sad blow for him," said Linton, with admirably feigned emotion.

"But it need not, Mr. Linton; the church can tie a knot not even an equity suit can open. Let him marry."

"Ay, if he will."

"Tell him he must; tell him what I now tell you, that this girl is the greatest heiress in the land, and that he is a beggar. Plain speaking, Mr. Linton, but time is short Good-bye."

"One word more. Is the doc.u.ment of such a nature that leaves him no case whatever? Is all the ground cut away beneath his feet?"

"Every inch of it. Once more, good-bye. Here is your parchment; keep it safely. There are few men in this city hold in their hands a paper of such moment."

"I'll take good care of it," said Linton, sententiously; "and so good-bye, and a safe journey to you. I 'll not forget our conversation of this morning; Meek shall hear of it before I sleep to-night. Adieu."

"The richest heiress in the land, and Cashel a beggar," repeated Linton, slowly, to himself, as the carriage drove off. "Charley Frobisher would say, 'Hedge on the double event,' but I 'll keep my book." And, with this slang reflection, he sauntered into the inn to wait for his horses.

CHAPTER VIII. ROLAND DISCOVERS THAT HE HAS OVERDRAWN

--His counsel, like his physic, If hard to take, was good when taken.

Village Worthies.

Long before the guests of Tubbermore were astir, Cashel sat in his library awaiting the arrival of Dr. Tiernay. In obedience to Roland's request, Mr. Kennyf.e.c.k was present, and affected to look over books or out of windows,--to scan over prints or inspect maps,--anything, in short, which should pa.s.s the time and shorten the interval of waiting, doubly awkward from being the first moment he had been alone with Cashel since his arrival. Cashel was silent and absorbed, and, more intent upon following out the train of his own thoughts, never noticed the various arts by which Kennyf.e.c.k affected to interest himself. The solicitor, too, bent from time to time a stealthy look on the young man, on whose features he had rarely seen the same traces of deep reflection.

At last, with a half start, as if suddenly awaking, Cashel sat up in his chair, and said,--

"Have I explained to you what Dr. Tiernay's business is here this morning? It is to make a proposition from Mr. Corrigan for the sale of his interest in Tubber-beg. He wishes to leave the country and go abroad."