Pitman waved it from him with his hand. 'Don't let me lose all
self-respect,' he said.
'Anything to
oblige a friend,' returned Michael. 'But I'm not
going to drink alone. Here,' he added to the
waiter, 'you take
it.' And, then,
touching glasses, 'The health of Mr Gideon
Forsyth,' said he.
'Meestare Gidden Borsye,' replied the
waiter, and he tossed off
the
liquor in four gulps.
'Have another?' said Michael, with un
disguised interest. 'I never
saw a man drink faster. It restores one's confidence in the human
race.
But the
waiter excused himself
politely, and, assisted by some
one from without, began to bring in lunch.
Michael made an excellent meal, which he washed down with a
bottle of Heidsieck's dry monopole. As for the artist, he was far
too
uneasy to eat, and his
companionflatly refused to let him
share in the
champagne unless he did.
'One of us must stay sober,' remarked the
lawyer, 'and I won't
give you
champagne on the strength of a leg of
grouse. I have to
be cautious,' he added confidentially. 'One
drunken man,
excellent business--two
drunken men, all my eye.'
On the production of coffee and
departure of the
waiter, Michael
might have been observed to make portentous efforts after gravity
of mien. He looked his friend in the face (one eye perhaps a
trifle off), and addressed him
thickly but severely.
'Enough of this fooling,' was his not inappropriate exordium. 'To
business. Mark me closely. I am an Australian. My name is John
Dickson, though you mightn't think it from my unassuming
appearance. You will be relieved to hear that I am rich, sir,
very rich. You can't go into this sort of thing too thoroughly,
Pitman; the whole secret is
preparation, and I can get up my
biography from the
beginning, and I could tell it you now, only I
have forgotten it.'
'Perhaps I'm
stupid--' began Pitman.
'That's it!' cried Michael. 'Very
stupid; but rich too--richer
than I am. I thought you would enjoy it, Pitman, so I've arranged
that you were to be
literally wallowing in
wealth. But then, on
the other hand, you're only an American, and a maker of
india-rubber overshoes at that. And the worst of it is--why
should I
conceal it from you?--the worst of it is that you're
called Ezra Thomas. Now,' said Michael, with a really appalling
seriousness of manner, 'tell me who we are.'
The
unfortunate little man was cross-examined till he knew these
facts by heart.
'There!' cried the
lawyer. 'Our plans are laid. Thoroughly
consistent--that's the great thing.'
'But I don't understand,' objected Pitman.
'O, you'll understand right enough when it comes to the point,'
said Michael, rising.
'There doesn't seem any story to it,' said the artist.
'We can
invent one as we go along,' returned the
lawyer.
'But I can't
invent,' protested Pitman. 'I never could
invent in
all my life.'
'You'll find you'll have to, my boy,' was Michael's easy comment,
and he began
calling for the
waiter, with whom he at once resumed
a sparkling conversation.
It was a
downcast little man that followed him. 'Of course he is
very clever, but can I trust him in such a state?' he asked
himself. And when they were once more in a hansom, he took heart
of grace.
'Don't you think,' he faltered, 'it would be wiser, considering
all things, to put this business off?'
'Put off till tomorrow what can be done today?' cried Michael,
with
indignation. 'Never heard of such a thing! Cheer up, it's
all right, go in and win--there's a lion-hearted Pitman!'
At Cannon Street they enquired for Mr Brown's piano, which had
duly arrived, drove
thence to a neighbouring mews, where they
contracted for a cart, and while that was being got ready, took
shelter in the harness-room beside the stove. Here the
lawyerpresently toppled against the wall and fell into a gentle
slumber; so that Pitman found himself launched on his own
resources in the midst of several staring loafers, such as love
to spend
unprofitable days about a
stable. 'Rough day, sir,'
observed one. 'Do you go far?'