I noticed then that there was nothing to drink on the table but brandy, and nothing to eat but salted herrings, and a hot, sickly, highly-peppered stew.
′At all events, Mr. Sampson,′ said Slinkton, offering me the smooth gravel path for the last time, ′I thank you for interfering between me and this unfortunate man′s violence. However you came here, Mr. Sampson, or with whatever motive you came here, at least I thank you for that.′
′Boil the brandy,′ muttered Beckwith.
Without gratifying his desire to know how I came there, I said, quietly, ′How is your niece, Mr. Slinkton?′
He looked hard at me, and I looked hard at him.
′I am sorry to say, Mr. Sampson, that my niece has proved treacherous and ungrateful to her best friend. She left me without a word of notice or explanation. She was misled, no doubt, by some designing rascal. Perhaps you may have heard of it.′
′I did hear that she was misled by a designing rascal. In fact, I have proof of it.′
′Are you sure of that?′ said he.
′Quite.′
′Boil the brandy,′ muttered Beckwith. ′Company to breakfast, Julius Caesar. Do your usual office, - provide the usual breakfast, dinner, tea, and supper. Boil the brandy!′
The eyes of Slinkton looked from him to me, and he said, after a moment′s consideration,
′Mr. Sampson, you are a man of the world, and so am I. I will be plain with you.′
′O no, you won′t,′ said I, shaking my head.
′I tell you, sir, I will be plain with you.′
′And I tell you you will not,′ said I. ′I know all about you. YOU plain with any one? Nonsense, nonsense!′
′I plainly tell you, Mr. Sampson,′ he went on, with a manner almost composed, ′that I understand your object. You want to save your funds, and escape from your liabilities; these are old tricks of trade with you Office-gentlemen. But you will not do it, sir; you will not succeed. You have not an easy adversary to play against, when you play against me. We shall have to inquire, in due time, when and how Mr. Beckwith fell into his present habits. With that remark, sir, I put this poor creature, and his incoherent wanderings of speech, aside, and wish you a good morning and a better case next time.′
While he was saying this, Beckwith had filled a half-pint glass with brandy. At this moment, he threw the brandy at his face, and threw the glass after it. Slinkton put his hands up, half blinded with the spirit, and cut with the glass across the forehead. At the sound of the breakage, a fourth person came into the room, closed the door, and stood at it; he was a very quiet but very keen-looking man, with iron-gray hair, and slightly lame.
Slinkton pulled out his handkerchief, assuaged the pain in his smarting eyes, and dabbled the blood on his forehead. He was a long time about it, and I saw that in the doing of it, a tremendous change came over him, occasioned by the change in Beckwith, - who ceased to pant and tremble, sat upright, and never took his eyes off him. I never in my life saw a face in which abhorrence and determination were so forcibly painted as in Beckwith′s then.
′Look at me, you villain,′ said Beckwith, ′and see me as I really am. I took these rooms, to make them a trap for you. I came into them as a drunkard, to bait the trap for you. You fell into the trap, and you will never leave it alive. On the morning when you last went to Mr. Sampson′s office, I had seen him first.
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