Chapter XX A Climax
Grandfather had little time to concern himself with his new and terrible sorrows. All his hopes and ambitions now centred in the race at Henley; but adequate training became very difficult, because we were marked people now, despite the fact that we had changed our names. Detectives were constantly watching us and taking photographs of us in a hand-camera, and doing all they could to identify grandpapa with Daniel Dolphin. We moved higher up the river, then proceeded above Henley, then retreated back again to Kew. This threw the police out for awhile, but as time went on they found us again, and finally the first writ arrived. But this and others concerned money affairs, and grandpapa brushed them away with contempt. Anon, however, a more serious injunction fell upon us. Mr. Rose, satisfied that grandfather was no other than Daniel Dolphin, and doubtless advised by those familiar with the law, brought an action in the name of his daughter for breach of promise of marriage.
“It’s pretty rough on me,” said grandpapa, “that the one girl of the lot that I really was faithful to, and wanted to marry, and meant to marry, should jump on me like this. I couldn’t help the banns being forbidden. And now I have got to appear in the Queen’s Bench Division, and very likely get run in for all I’m worth, and a bit over.”
“D’you observe the date?” I asked, after looking at the document.
“By Jove! my twentieth birthday by the New Scheme—same date as first heat of the ‘Diamonds.’ Well, I can’t attend, that’s all. They’ll have to put it off.”
A sort of fatality attached to subsequent summonses for grandpapa. The Salisbury people got wind of his address too, and he was ordered to repair to that city on divers charges. I think about six detectives, all working in different interests, were now employed upon grandfather. He was commanded to appear in the Queen’s Bench Division on no less than three different counts, for Marie Rogers brought a case against Daniel Dolphin, and Mrs. Bangley-Brown did the same.
“They’ll look pretty complete fools, those women,” said grandpapa grimly, “when I do turn up in the box—a callow, lanky lout of twenty. The detectives have marked you down, Martha, and associate you with the missing Daniel Dolphin. So they think they are on the right track. You’ll have to come and swear anything I tell you to.”
But I had my own troubles. There were several summonses out against me for “aiding and abetting” grandpapa in his different enterprises.
“Shall you employ a solicitor?” I asked.
“Not I,” he answered. “No good chucking money away. I shall plead infancy, and if that won’t wash, I shall throw myself on the mercy of the Court. I shall get up some legal expressions, like ultra vires, and sub judice, and suggestio falsi, and prima facie, and so on. With these I shall endeavour to conduct my own case. As a last resort I shall try an alibi. But my own impression is that these fools of women will cry off the moment they see me. I don’t want to drag in the New Scheme if I can possibly help it. What a cur Nick is not to lend a hand at a time like this!”
“And what am I to do, grandfather?”
“Well, you’ll have to stand your trial. As far as I can see, you’ll get about five years if they’re lenient. You might bounce it with an alibi. After all, what does it matter? Quiet rest in a prison cell would be luxury after this life. I’ve foreseen it for some time. In your case it might be the best thing that could happen. You’ll have to be steady there. It’s about the only thought that really worries me, to remember that when I’m a defenceless babe I shall be in the hands of a woman who drinks.”
“Grandpapa! you know how I try.”
“I know how you succeed. Any excuse is good enough for a whack with you now. Every time a new injunction or process or writ drops in, off you go to the brandy bottle and carouse, as though they were matters to rejoice about. What was the good of signing the pledge if you never meant to keep it?”
“I find my system must have stimulant now, and I take it medicinally.”
“Oh, of course—the same old lie that’s been on people’s tongues ever since Noah invented it. It’s your business after all, only you might look on ahead a little. Not long ago you were always telling me to do so. One of these days, after I’m a poor bawling infant in arms, you’ll see purple centipedes or something just when I want your attention, and I shall get left.”
The subject dropped, and I turned the conversation to a pleasanter theme. We were within a week of the race, and grandpapa, in the pink of condition, only hoped and prayed that the law would not put violent hands upon him before Henley Regatta. The complications of the position had now become impossible to describe in words. We were lodging at Henley, and already letters, signed “Verax” and “Scrutator,” were appearing in the sporting papers hinting at matters mysteriously connecting the young sculler, Elisha Spratt, with the scoundrel, Daniel Dolphin. Mr. Rose was responsible for these; at least, grandpapa thought so.
But nobody interfered with him. He wound up his training, and backed himself with a thousand pounds, which was all we had left in the world. On the night before the race some policemen made an endeavour to arrest grandpapa, but he escaped, and joined me at a mean hotel near the river, where with great difficulty we succeeded in getting two adjoining bedrooms. A good night’s rest was absolutely necessary for him.
“You see, I’ve got to win the Sculls at Henley, and answer for myself at Salisbury and in the Queen’s Bench Division, and before a magistrate at Twickenham, and in three police-courts elsewhere, so I shall be fairly busy to-morrow,” he said, with a rather pathetic smile. Then he kissed me, and went to bed in perfect good-temper. He was happily too young now to thoroughly realise his awful position.