the club of queer trades-第14部分

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Rupert　Grant　dashed　out　of　the　office　in　a　gust　of　anger；　anxious　to　face　Lieutenant　Keith。　He　was　gone。　The　dull；　starlit　street　was　deserted。

〃What　do　you　say　now？〃　cried　Rupert　to　his　brother。　His　brother　said　nothing　now。

We　all　three　strode　down　the　street　in　silence；　Rupert　feverish；　myself　dazed；　Basil；　to　all　appearance；　merely　dull。　We　walked　through　grey　street　after　grey　street；　turning　corners；　traversing　squares；　scarcely　meeting　anyone；　except　occasional　drunken　knots　of　two　or　three。

In　one　small　street；　however；　the　knots　of　two　or　three　began　abruptly　to　thicken　into　knots　of　five　or　six　and　then　into　great　groups　and　then　into　a　crowd。　The　crowd　was　stirring　very　slightly。　But　anyone　with　a　knowledge　of　the　eternal　populace　knows　that　if　the　outside　rim　of　a　crowd　stirs　ever　so　slightly　it　means　that　there　is　madness　in　the　heart　and　core　of　the　mob。　It　soon　became　evident　that　something　really　important　had　happened　in　the　centre　of　this　excitement。　We　wormed　our　way　to　the　front；　with　the　cunning　which　is　known　only　to　cockneys；　and　once　there　we　soon　learned　the　nature　of　the　difficulty。　There　had　been　a　brawl　concerned　with　some　six　men；　and　one　of　them　lay　almost　dead　on　the　stones　of　the　street。　Of　the　other　four；　all　interesting　matters　were；　as　far　as　we　were　concerned；　swallowed　up　in　one　stupendous　fact。　One　of　the　four　survivors　of　the　brutal　and　perhaps　fatal　scuffle　was　the　immaculate　Lieutenant　Keith；　his　clothes　torn　to　ribbons；　his　eyes　blazing；　blood　on　his　knuckles。　One　other　thing；　however；　pointed　at　him　in　a　worse　manner。　A　short　sword；　or　very　long　knife；　had　been　drawn　out　of　his　elegant　walking…stick；　and　lay　in　front　of　him　upon　the　stones。　It　did　not；　however；　appear　to　be　bloody。

The　police　had　already　pushed　into　the　centre　with　their　ponderous　omnipotence；　and　even　as　they　did　so；　Rupert　Grant　sprang　forward　with　his　incontrollable　and　intolerable　secret。

〃That　is　the　man；　constable；〃　he　shouted；　pointing　at　the　battered　lieutenant。　〃He　is　a　suspicious　character。　He　did　the　murder。〃

〃There's　been　no　murder　done；　sir；〃　said　the　policeman；　with　his　automatic　civility。　〃The　poor　man's　only　hurt。　I　shall　only　be　able　to　take　the　names　and　addresses　of　the　men　in　the　scuffle　and　have　a　good　eye　kept　on　them。〃

〃Have　a　good　eye　kept　on　that　one；〃　said　Rupert；　pale　to　the　lips；　and　pointing　to　the　ragged　Keith。

〃All　right；　sir；〃　said　the　policeman　unemotionally；　and　went　the　round　of　the　people　present；　collecting　the　addresses。　When　he　had　completed　his　task　the　dusk　had　fallen　and　most　of　the　people　not　immediately　connected　with　the　examination　had　gone　away。　He　still　found；　however；　one　eager…faced　stranger　lingering　on　the　outskirts　of　the　affair。　It　was　Rupert　Grant。

〃Constable；〃　he　said；　〃I　have　a　very　particular　reason　for　asking　you　a　question。　Would　you　mind　telling　me　whether　that　military　fellow　who　dropped　his　sword…stick　in　the　row　gave　you　an　address　or　not？〃

〃Yes；　sir；〃　said　the　policeman；　after　a　reflective　pause；　〃yes；　he　gave　me　his　address。〃

〃My　name　is　Rupert　Grant；〃　said　that　individual；　with　some　pomp。　〃I　have　assisted　the　police　on　more　than　one　occasion。　I　wonder　whether　you　would　tell　me；　as　a　special　favour；　what　address？〃

The　constable　looked　at　him。

〃Yes；〃　he　said　slowly；　〃if　you　like。　His　address　is：　The　Elms；　Buxton　Common；　near　Purley；　Surrey。〃

〃Thank　you；〃　said　Rupert；　and　ran　home　through　the　gathering　night　as　fast　as　his　legs　could　carry　him；　repeating　the　address　to　himself。

Rupert　Grant　generally　came　down　late　in　a　rather　lordly　way　to　breakfast；　he　contrived；　I　don't　know　how；　to　achieve　always　the　attitude　of　the　indulged　younger　brother。　Next　morning；　however；　when　Basil　and　I　came　down　we　found　him　ready　and　restless。

〃Well；〃　he　said　sharply　to　his　brother　almost　before　we　sat　down　to　the　meal。　〃What　do　you　think　of　your　Drummond　Keith　now？〃

〃What　do　I　think　of　him？〃　inquired　Basil　slowly。　〃I　don't　think　anything　of　him。〃

〃I'm　glad　to　hear　it；〃　said　Rupert；　buttering　his　toast　with　an　energy　that　was　somewhat　exultant。　〃I　thought　you'd　come　round　to　my　view；　but　I　own　I　was　startled　at　your　not　seeing　it　from　the　beginning。　The　man　is　a　translucent　liar　and　knave。〃

〃I　think；〃　said　Basil；　in　the　same　heavy　monotone　as　before；　〃that　I　did　not　make　myself　clear。　When　I　said　that　I　thought　nothing　of　him　I　meant　grammatically　what　I　said。　I　meant　that　I　did　not　think　about　him；　that　he　did　not　occupy　my　mind。　You；　however；　seem　to　me　to　think　a　lot　of　him；　since　you　think　him　a　knave。　I　should　say　he　was　glaringly　good　myself。〃

〃I　sometimes　think　you　talk　paradox　for　its　own　sake；〃　said　Rupert；　breaking　an　egg　with　unnecessary　sharpness。　〃What　the　deuce　is　the　sense　of　it？　Here's　a　man　whose　original　position　was；　by　our　common　agreement；　dubious。　He's　a　wanderer；　a　teller　of　tall　tales；　a　man　who　doesn't　conceal　his　acquaintance　with　all　the　blackest　and　bloodiest　scenes　on　earth。　We　take　the　trouble　to　follow　him　to　one　of　his　appointments；　and　if　ever　two　human　beings　were　plotting　together　and　lying　to　every　one　else；　he　and　that　impossible　house…agent　were　doing　it。　We　followed　him　home；　and　the　very　same　night　he　is　in　the　thick　of　a　fatal；　or　nearly　fatal；　brawl；　in　which　he　is　the　only　man　armed。　Really；　if　this　is　being　glaringly　good；　I　must　confess　that　the　glare　does　not　dazzle　me。〃

Basil　was　quite　unmoved。　〃I　admit　his　moral　goodness　is　of　a　certain　kind；　a　quaint；　perhaps　a　casual　kind。　He　is　very　fond　of　change　and　experiment。　But　all　the　points　you　so　ingeniously　make　against　him　are　mere　coincidence　or　special　pleading。　It's　true　he　didn't　want　to　talk　about　his　house　business　in　front　of　us。　No　man　would。　It's　true　that　he　carries　a　sword…stick。　Any　man　might。　It's　true　he　drew　it　in　the　shock　of　a　street　fight。　Any　man　would。　But　there's　nothing　really　dubious　in　all　this。　There's　nothing　to　confirm〃

As　he　spoke　a　knock　came　at　the　door。

〃If　you　please；　sir；〃　said　the　landlady；　with　an　alarmed　air；　〃there's　a　policeman　wants　to　see　you。〃

〃Show　him　in；〃　said　Basil；　amid　the　blank　silence。

The　heavy；　handsome　constable　who　appeared　at　the　door　spoke　almost　as　soon　as　he　appeared　there。

〃I　think　one　of　you　gentlemen；〃　he　said；　curtly　but　respectfully；　〃was　present　at　the　affair　in　Copper　Street　last　night；　and　drew　my　attention　very　strongly　to　a　particular　man。〃

Rupert　half　rose　from　his　chair；　with　eyes　like　diamonds；　but　the　constable　went　on　calmly；　referring　to　a　paper。

〃A　young　man　with　grey　hair。　Had　light　grey　clothes；　very　good；　but　torn　in　the　struggle。　Gave　his　name　as　Drummond　Keith。〃

〃This　is　amusing；〃　said　Basil；　laughing。　〃I　was　in　the　very　act　of　clearing　that　poor　officer's　character　of　rather　fanciful　aspersions。　What　about　him？〃

〃Well；　sir；〃　said　the　constable；　〃I　took　all　the　men's　addresses　and　had　them　all　watched。　It　wasn't　serious　enough　to　do　more　than　that。　All　the　other　addresses　are　all　right。　But　this　man　Keith　gave　a　false　address。　The　place　doesn't　exist。〃

The　breakfast　table　was　nearly　flung　over　as　Rupert　sprang　up；　slapping　both　his　thighs。

〃Well；　by　all　that's　good；〃　he　cried。　〃This　is　a　sign　from　heaven。〃

〃It's　certainly　very　extraordinary；〃　said　Basil　quietly；　with　knitted　brows。　〃It's　odd　the　fellow　should　have　given　a　false　address；　considering　he　was　perfectly　innocent　in　the〃

〃Oh；　you　jolly　old　early　Christian　duffer；〃　cried　Rupert；　in　a　sort　of　rapture；　〃I　don't　wonder　you　couldn't　be　a　judge。　You　think　every　one　as　good　as　yourself。　Isn't　the　thing　plain　enough　now？　A　doubtful　acquaintance；　rowdy　stories；　a　most　suspicious　conversation；　mean　streets；　a　concealed　knife；　a　man　nearly　killed；　and；　finally；　a　false　address。　That's　what　we　call　glaring　goodness。〃

〃It's　certainly　very　extraordinary；〃　repeated　Basil。　And　he　strolled　moodily　about　the　room。　Then　he　said：　〃You　are　quite　sure；　constable；　that　there's　no　mistake？　You　got　the　address　right；　and　the　police　have　really　gone　to　it　and　found　it　was　a　fraud？〃

〃It　was　very　simple；　sir；〃　said　the　policeman；　chuckling。　〃The　place　he　named　was　a　well…known　common　quite　near　London；　and　our　people　were　down　there　this　morning　before　any　of　you　were　awake。　And　there's　no　such　house。　In　fact；　there　are　hardly　any　houses　at　all。　Though　it　is　so　near　London；　it's　a　blank　moor　with　hardly　five　trees　on　it；　to　say　nothing　of　Christians。　Oh；　no；　sir；　the　address　was　a　fraud　right　enough。　He　was　a　clever　rascal；　and　chose　one　of　those　scraps　of　lost　England　that　people　know　nothing　about。　Nobody　could　say　off…hand　that　there　was　not　a　particular　house　dropped　somewhere　about　the　heath。　But　as　a　fact；　there　isn't。〃

Basil's　face　during　this　sensible　speech　had　been　growing　darker　and　darker　with　a　sort　of　desperate　sagacity。　He　was　cornered　almost　for　the　first　time　since　I　had　known　him；　and　to　tell　the　truth　I　rather　wondered　at　the　almost　childish　obstinacy　which　kept　him　so　close　to　his　original　prejudice　in　favour　of　the　wildly　questionable　lieutenant。　At　length　he　said：

〃You　really　searched　the　common？　And　the　address　was　really　not　known　in　the　districtby　the　way；　what　was　the　address？〃

The　constable　selected　one　of　his　slips　of　paper　and　consulted　it；　but　before　he　could　speak　Rupert　Grant；　who　was　leaning　in　the　window　in　a　perfect　posture　of　the　quiet　and　triumphant　detective；　struck　in　with　the　sharp　and　suave　voice　he　loved　so　much　to　use。

〃Why；　I　can　tell　you　that；　Basil；〃　he　said　graciously　as　he　idly　plucked　leaves　from　a　plant　in　the　window。　〃I　took　the　precaution　to　get　this　man's　address　from　the　constable　last　night。〃

〃And　what　was　it？〃　asked　his　brother　gruffly。

〃The　constable　will　correct　me　if　I　am　wrong；〃　said　Rupert；　looking　sweetly　at　the　ceiling。　〃It　was：　The　Elms；　Buxton　Common；　near　Purley；　Surrey。〃

〃Right；　sir；〃　said　the　policeman；　laughing　and　folding　up　his　papers。

There　was　a　silence；　and　the　blue　eyes　of　Basil　looked　blindly　for　a　few　seconds　into　the　void。　Then　his　head　fell　back　in　his　chair　so　suddenly　that　I　started　up；　thinking　him　ill。　But　before　I　could　move　further　his　lips　had　flown　apart　（I　can　use　no　other　phrase）　and　a　peal　of　gigantic　laughter　struck　and　shook　the　ceiling　laughter　that　shook　the