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"I shall find somebody to prove that." His thoughts turned to Mr. Chalker, a gentleman whom he judged capable of proving anything he was paid for. "And suppose they ask me questions?" "Don't answer 'em. You know very little. The papers were only found the other day. You are not expected to know anything." "Where was the real girl?" "With her grandfather." "Where was the grandfather?"
It is, as the modern Shylock declares, a most wicked and iniquitous Act, by which the shark may be balked, and many an honest tradesman, who would otherwise have been most justly ruined, is enabled to save his stock, and left to worry along until the times become more prosperous. To a man like Mr. David Chalker, such an Act of Parliament is most revolting.
He had just presence of mind enough to shout the message for Chalker to the boat- boy, with a promise of twopence if he delivered it at once; and then with a desperate rush he just succeeded in reaching the chapel and squeezing himself in at the door as the bell ceased ringing. Chapel was not, under the circumstances, a very edifying service to Parson that morning.
"Why but of course you will but if you do not I suppose there will be only one thing left to do realize the security, sell up sticks and books and all." "Thank you, Mr. Chalker. I will look round me, and and do my best. Good day, Mr. Chalker." "The best you can do, Mr. Emblem," returned the solicitor, "is to take me as your adviser. You trust David Chalker." "Thank you. Good-day, Mr. Chalker."
Emblem, your hair as white, your reason as unsteady " "Payment in full, and no more words." "It is well. Then, Mr. Chalker, I have another proposal to make to you." "I thought we should come to something more. Out with it!" "I believe you are a friend of Mr. Emblem's grandson?" "Joe? Oh yes, I know Joe." "You know him intimately?" "Yes, I may say so."
It was Chalker, the English groom, out of breath with running. "Seein' you alone, sir, beg your pardon, sir, but there's a person " "A person! what the devil do you mean? Speak English no, damn it, I mean don't," said Islington, snappishly. "I sed a person, sir. Beg pardon no offence but not a gent, sir. In the lib'ry."
Mr. David Chalker was a solicitor and, according to his friends, who were proud of him, a sharp practitioner. He was, in fact, one of those members of the profession who, starting with no connection, have to make business for themselves.
Those are my terms." "You think, then, that the Precepts of your Sage are only intended for men while they sit in the church? Many Englishmen think so, I have observed." "Payment in full, mister. That's what I want." He banged his fist on the table. "No abatement? No mercy shown to an old man on the edge of the grave? Think, Mr. Chalker. You will soon be as old as Mr.
"There isn't a book even in the glass-case that's worth a five-pound note," continued Mr. James, whispering, "and he don't look about for purchases any more. Seems to have lost his pluck." Mr. Chalker returned to the back-shop. "Within three weeks, Mr. Emblem," he repeated, and then departed. Mr. Emblem sat in his chair. He had to find three hundred and fifty pounds in three weeks.
Were they come, he asked himself, to arrest him on the spot? Apparently they were not, for no one took the least notice of him, and they were occupied with something else. How could they think of anything else? Yet Mr. Chalker, standing at the table, was making a speech, which had nothing to do with the robbery. "Here I am, you see, Mr.
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