England should I begin to look for Alicia?
Sleeping and walking--working and idling--those were now my
constant thoughts. I did my best to prepare myself for every
emergency that could happen; I tried to arm myself beforehand
against every possible accident that could
befall me. While I was
still hard at work sharpening my faculties and disciplining my
energies in this way, an accident
befell the doctor, on the
possibility of which I had not dared to calculate, even in my
most
hopeful moments.
CHAPTER XI.
ONE morning I was engaged in the
principal workroom with my
employer. We were alone. Old File and his son were occupied in
the garrets. Screw had been sent to Barkingham, accompanied, on
the usual pre
cautionary plan, by Mill. They had been gone nearly
an hour when the doctor sent me into the next room to
moisten and
knead up some
plaster of Paris. While I was engaged in this
occupation, I suddenly heard strange voices in the large
workroom. My
curiosity was
instantly excited. I drew back the
little
shutter from the peephole in the wall, and looked through
it.
I saw first my old enemy, Screw, with his villainous face much
paler than usual; next, two respectably-dressed strangers whom he
appeared to have brought into the room; and next to them Young
File, addressing himself to the doctor.
"I beg your
pardon, sir," said my friend, the workman-like
footman; "but before these gentlemen say anything for themselves,
I wish to explain, as they seem strangers to you, that I only let
them in after I had heard them give the password. My instructions
are to let anybody in on our side of the door if they can give
the password. No
offense, sir, but I want it to be understood
that I have done my duty."
"Quite right, my man," said the doctor, in his blandest manner.
"You may go back to your work."
Young File left the room, with a scrutinizing look for the two
strangers and a
suspicious frown for Screw.
"Allow us to introduce ourselves," began the elder of the two
strangers.
"Pardon me for a moment," interposed the doctor. "Where is Mill?"
he added, turning to Screw.
"Doing our errands at Barkingham," answered Screw, turning paler
than ever.
"We happened to meet your two men, and to ask them the way to
your house," said the stranger who had just
spoken. "This man,
with a
caution that does him
infinite credit, required to know
our business before he told us. We managed to introduce the
password--'Happy-go-lucky'--into our answer. This of course
quieted
suspicion; and he, at our request, guided us here,
leaving his fellow-workman, as he has just told you, to do all
errands at Barkingham."
While these words were being
spoken, I saw Screw's eyes wandering
discontentedly and amazedly round the room. He had left me in it
with the doctor before he went out: was he disappointed at not
finding me in it on his return?
While this thought was passing through my mind, the stranger
resumed his explanations.
"We are here," he said, "as agents appointed to
transact private
business, out of London, for Mr. Manasseh, with whom you have
dealings, I think?"
"Certainly," said the doctor, with a smile.
"And who owes you a little
account, which we are appointed to
settle."
"Just so!" remarked the doctor,
pleasantly rubbing his hands one
over the other. "My good friend, Mr. Manasseh, does not like to
trust the post, I suppose? Very glad to make your acquaintance,
gentlemen. Have you got the little
memorandum about you?"
"Yes; but we think there is a slight inaccuracy in it. Have you
any
objection to let us refer to your ledger?"
"Not the least in the world. Screw, go down into my private
laboratory, open the table-drawer nearest the window, and bring
up a locked book, with a
parchment cover, which you will find in
it."
As Screw obeyed I saw a look pass between him and the two
strangers which made me begin to feel a little
uneasy. I thought
the doctor noticed it too; but he preserved his
countenance, as
usual, in a state of the most unruffled
composure.