"Seven then, though it will ruin us!" he cried distractedly.
I took out a cigarette and struck a light. He watched me expel five
puffs of vapour from my mouth, but I did not so much as glance at him.
Then a servant appeared in the doorway.
"You rang, sir?" he enquired.
"Yes!" I looked at the fellow approvingly. He was a much stouter man
and perhaps an inch taller than I, and he had large feet. He was
attired in the hotel uniform. He wore a dragoon's moustache, and he
looked like an old soldier. "I wish you to be good enough to show my
dear friend, Sir Charles Venner, to the street." I turned to Sir
Charles and immediately perceived that my adversary had become my
victim.
"When and where shall we meet again?" he muttered hoarsely.
"Ten?" said I. He was grey, grey to his lips. His eyes shone like stars.
"Yes, ten!" he replied.
"I'll drop you a line!" I said with a smile. "But how careless of me, I
almost forget my hospital subscription list. How much may I put you
down for? You know the cause is a deserving one. Shall we say two
hundred pounds?"
"Oh, I suppose so," he said.
"Cash, old chap? Or will you send me a cheque?" I frowned as our eyes
met, and he read my meaning.
"I brought the money with me," he replied. "I may as well hand it over
to you now. I shall thereby save a postage stamp!" He threw a bundle of
notes upon the table.
I smiled again and looking steadily into his eyes held out one hand.
"Well, good night to you, old boy--sleep well--and be good till we meet
again!"
I fancy Sir Charles Venner had never been submitted to a more
intolerable piece of degradation. To be commanded to shake hands with
one's blackmailer! His eyes were simply murderous, but he obeyed. It
was only a form of course, for our fingers barely touched, but his
involuntary shiver of repulsion was communicated to my frame even in
that swift contact, and I had enough fine feeling in me to appreciate
his passionate disgust. To be candid, I liked him all the better
because of it, for although there is not a spark of pride in my
composition, a constitutional weakness obliges me to respect pride in
other people.
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