Blind Policy Part 11

"But what sort of a person was it?"

"Big, stout young fellow, like a Lifeguardsman, but a real gent. Very jovial sort. 'Take great keer of him, kebby,' he says, and he tipped me a quid. 'Help him up the steps when you get him home.' 'Right you are, sir,' I says, as soon as I'd shut you up. 'But wheer to?'

'Thirty-three Chrissal Square, Chelsea,' he says, and there I drove you, and there you'd be, only your guv'nor cut up so rough."

"Chrissal Square, Chelsea?" cried Chester, eagerly.

"That's it, sir."

"Why didn't he tell you Raybeck Square?"

"Dunno, I'm sure, sir. That's where all the doctors is."

"Yes, of course."

"Didn't think you was bad enough, I s'pose, sir. And you ain't. You on'y want a drop to clear your head a bit."

"Drive me to Raybeck Square, thirty-four, at once."

"Won't you have a drop of something first, sir? Do you more good than going to a doctor's, and me, too."

"No, no, absurd. But one moment. You said Piccadilly Circus?"

"That's right, sir."

"And my friend helped me into the cab, and paid you to drive me home?"

"That's it, sir. You're getting it now--all by heart."

"A tall, stout gentleman?"

"Well, not exactly that, sir. I don't mean a fat 'un with a big weskit.

A reg'lar strong-built un."

"I can't grasp it," muttered Chester. Then aloud,--"But why did he tell you to drive me to the wrong house?"

"Bit on too, sir. Arter dinner. Did it for a lark, p'ra'ps."

"Drive me home," said Chester, sinking back. "I can't recollect a bit."

"Course you can't, sir. Better have a hair o' the dog as bit you."

"No, no. There, I'll give you a gla.s.s of brandy when we get back."

"Suppose your guv'nor won't let you in, sir?"

"Nonsense, man. I have a latch-key."

"Wish I'd ha' knowed it," muttered the man, as he tried to close the door; "blessed if I wouldn't ha' picked your pocket of it and risked it I'd ha' carried you into the pa.s.sage, and chanced it. Blister the door, how it sticks!" he growled, as he banged it to, the jerk raising the gla.s.s, and it dropped down. "Chrissal Square, sir?"

"No, no, Raybeck Square; and make haste out of the rain."

"Oh, I'm as wet as I can be, sir, and it don't matter now," grumbled the man, as he ascended to the box, and once more the maddening rattle and jangle began.

Chester's head was as blank as ever with regard to the past when the cab drew up at his home, but it was perfectly clear as to the present, and he was still hard at work trying to make out where he had been dining, with whom, and how it was possible for him to have so far forgotten himself as to have drunk till he was absolutely imbecile, when the man opened the door.

"One moment; my latch-key. Yes; all right, I said I'd give you a gla.s.s of brandy."

"You did, sir, and welk.u.m it'll be as the flowers o' May. Jump out quick, sir, and run up the steps, for it's all one big shower bath."

"Can you leave your horse?"

"Leave him, sir?" said the man, with a chuckle; "for a month. He's got hoofs like hanchors. But I will hitch his nose-bag on, and let him see if he can find that there oat he was a-'untin' for in the chaff last time he had it on."

The next minute Chester was inside, with his head throbbing; but he was not so giddy, and his first glance was at the hall clock, illumined by the half turned down gas.

"Four o'clock," he muttered. "How strange!"

"May I come inside, sir? Horse'll be all right if there don't come a bobby prowling round. If he ain't a fool he'll be under someone's doorway, for there ain't likely to be no burgling a time like this."

"Shut the door, and come in here," said Chester, shortly; and he led the way into his consulting-room, turned up the gas, and from a closet took a decanter and gla.s.s, filled the latter for the cabman, who was making a pool on the thick carpet, and then poured himself out a few drops from a small-stoppered bottle, added some water from a table filter, and tossed off the mixture.

"Thank you, sir, and hope that there'll do you as much good as this here's done me a'ready. Didn't know you was a doctor."

"Here's a crown for you," said Chester, taking the money from a little drawer.

"Five bob! Oh, thank ye, sir," said the man, with a grin. "Makes a fellow feel quite dry. Sorry for your carpet, sir. Good-mornin'. I don't think I want another fare."

As the door was closed after the man, the potent drops Chester had taken began to have some effect, and it seemed as if the dawn was coming through the black cloud which separated him mentally from what had taken place overnight.

"The man's right," he muttered. "I must sleep. Good heavens! What a state my brain is in!"

"Is that you, Fred?"

He started as if he had been stung, and the dawn brightened as he replied sharply--

"Yes, aunt; all right. Go to bed. Why are you up?"

There was no reply, and he turned the hall light nearly out again, and went into his consulting-room to serve the gas jet there the same, and sank into an easy-chair instead; but he had hardly allowed himself to sink back when he sprang up again, for there, in the open doorway, stood the grotesque figure of Aunt Grace, in broad-frilled, old-fas.h.i.+oned night-cap and dressing-gown, a flat candlestick in her hand, and a portentous frown upon her brow, as she walked straight to him, wincing sharply as one slippered foot was planted in the pool left by the cabman, but continuing her slow, important march till she was about a yard away from her nephew, when she stopped.

"Why, aunt," he cried, "what's the matter? Surely you are not walking in your sleep!"

"Matter?" she cried in a low, deep voice, full of the emotion which nearly choked her. "Oh, you vile, wicked, degraded boy! How dare you treat your poor sister and me like this?"

"Pooh! Hus.h.!.+ Nonsense, old lady. It's all right. I've been dining with a friend."

"With a friend!" she said, with cutting sarcasm.

"Yes, at his club. There, I must have been unwell. I was a little overdone. What a terrible night."