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In the darkness of the night there are no shadows thrown, but this man had a shadow as faithful as the one he knew so well and that was his companion from sunrise to sunset, and close after him the poor, nameless Burman followed step for step through the long path that ended at the house of Joicey the Banker.
Draycott Wilder than it did to Craven Joicey, the Banker, but Joicey did not sit in the dark. Madness lies in the dark for some minds, and he had turned on the electric light, that showed his face yellow and weary.
He was dressed in an ill-cut suit of white, with a V-shaped inlet of black under his round collar; he held a topi of an old pattern under his arm, and the light showed his face cadaverous and worn. Joicey was holding the arm of his chair, and his under-lip trembled. "Inexplicable," he muttered, and drank with a gulping sound. "What did you say?" asked Coryndon politely. "Say? Did I say anything?
I had an interview with Mhtoon Pah this afternoon that shook me up a bit." "Ah, I heard that his boy has disappeared." The door between the dining-and the drawing-room was thrown open, and dinner announced as Joicey spoke, and the conversation took another turn.
If you build a reputation solidly for the first half of a lifetime, it will last the latter half without much attention or care, and, contrariwise, a bad beginning is frequently stronger than any reformation, and stronger than integrity that comes too late. Joicey had begun well, and had, as the saying goes, "made his way."
"It comes too close to home," Hartley spoke with a jerk. "A hateful job I thought I'd tell you " He spoke in broken sentences, and his words affected the Banker very perceptibly. "Can't you drop it?" Joicey came to a standstill, and his voice was lowered almost to a whisper. "I wish to Heaven I could, but it's a question of duty," he could hardly see Joicey's face in the gathering gloom.
Joicey drew his heavy eyebrows together in an angry frown. "Let that question rest," he said, conquering his desire to break loose in a passion of rage. "You went down Paradise Street some time after sunset. Will you tell me exactly whom you saw on your way to the river house?" Craven Joicey steadied his voice and thought carefully.
Joicey, the banker, was with them, silent, morose, and moody according to his wont, taking no particular notice of anything or anybody. Fitzgibbon, a young Irish barrister-at-law, was talking, and laughing and doing his best to keep the company amused, but he could get no response out of Joicey.
On the wall the lizards, awakened by the sudden glare, resumed their fly-catching, and scuttled with a dry, scurrying sound over the walls, breaking the silence with a perpetual "chuck-chuck" as they chased each other. Joicey looked as though he was dreaming evil dreams, and nothing of his surroundings was real to him.
Coryndon avoided looking at him in return, and waited patiently until he went on. "Leh Shin remained with me. He never leaves the house whilst I am inside," continued Joicey. "I was there the night of the twenty-ninth and the day of the thirtieth.
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