Penny Dreadful Multipack Vol. 1 (Illustrated. Annotated. 'Wagner The Wehr-Wolf,' 'Varney The Vampire,' 'The Mysteries of London Vol. 1' + Bonus Features) (Penny Dreadful Multipacks) (214 page)

CHAPTER XL

THE SPECULATION - AN UNWELCOME MEETING

 

FIVE months elapsed; and in the middle of October Richard received
an invitation to pass a few days at the abode of Count Alteroni.
    He contemplated change of scene with unfeigned delight, and
lost no time in repairing to Richmond. 
    The count received him with the utmost cordiality the
countess expressed a regret that he should wait to be solicited to honour them
with his company; and Isabella's countenance wore a smile and a blush as she
extended her hind towards him.
    "I was anxious to see you again," said the count,
after dinner, before the ladies had retired, "if it were only to joke you
about the fright into which you threw poor Bounce the last time you were here.
Isabel apprehended a duel between you and Dapper; but we never could learn the
origin of your dispute."
    "Indeed, I scarcely dreaded such an event," said
Isabella; "for however capable Mr. Markham may be of fighting, I felt
perfectly well convinced that Captain Dapper would not be induced to commit
such a breach of the peace."
    "Our dispute was a mere trifle," said Markham;
"and I am sorry it should have reached your ears."
    "The Trojan war sprung from a trifle," cried the
count: "but these trifles are frequently very interesting."
    "The truth is," said Richard, "that I
overheard Captain Dapper abuse me to his companion, heaven only knows why! Sir
Cherry Bounce started away; and I was compelled to give the young officer a
couple of boxes upon the ears to teach him courtesy in future."
    Isabella laughed heartily at this anecdote; and Markham felt
indescribably happy when he thus received a convincing proof that the lovely
Italian was in no way interested in that aspirant to her hand.
    "I shall not invite those gentlemen here very readily
again," observed the count. "I thought that they would have helped to
pass away the time agreeably; but one was such a fool, and the other such a
fop, that I was really glad to get rid of them. However, I have now something
else to occupy my attention."
    "The count is going to speculate in an English
Company," said the countess. "We foreigners, you
 
know, Mr. Markham, are struck
with the facility with which enormous fortunes are built up in your
country."
    " Italy has lost all her commerce," added the
count, with a sigh: "poor Italy!"
    "With all due deference to your experience," said
Markham, " I should counsel you to be particularly careful how you allow
yourself to be deluded by visionaries and adventurers."
    "Oh! the gentleman who has proposed to me certain
schemes for the realization of an immense fortune, is a man of probity and
honour. The truth is, that the political condition of Italy may possibly compel
me to remain an exile from my native land for the rest of my existence; and I
am anxious to turn the means now within my reach to the best advantage for my
daughter."
    "You know, my dear father," said Isabella, her
eyes filling with tears, "that I can be contented with a little - a very
little."
    "I think I have before informed you that I lost
considerable portion of my own property through the nefarious speculations of
an adventurer," observed Richard; "and I must confess that I look
with a suspicious eye upon all schemes which induce us to change realities for
chances. You possess, count, all that you require to make you happy during your
exile ;-why should you sighs and languish after immense wealth ?"
    The signora bestowed a glance of gratitude upon Markham, who
also rose considerably in the estimation of the countess. Indeed, both the
ladies were very much averse to the count's ideas of speculating; and they were
delighted to find in their visitor so able an advocate of their opinions.
    "I consider," resumed the count, "that a man
is bound to do the best he can to increase the property he has to leave his
offspring; and as my own estate in Castelcicala is confiscated, and I have
nothing to rely upon but a certain sum of ready-money, I am determined to vest
the greater portion of it in an enterprise which will produce immense
returns."
    "And what may the nature of the undertaking be?"
inquired Markham.
    "A line of steam-packets between London and Montoni,
the capital of Castelcicala. Such an enterprise would absorb all the commerce
now enjoyed by Leghorn and Civita Vecchia; and Montoni would be the great
mercantile port of Italy."
    "The scheme certainly seems plausible," observed
Richard; "and, guided by your experience, may realize your expectations. I
would rather see you embarking money in such an undertaking than in those
desperate and outrageous ones which have nothing but their originality to
recommend them."
    The count smiled with triumph and satisfaction at having
thus disarmed the opposition of his young friend to the projected speculation.
    On the following day Count Alteroni repaired to London, and
did not return home until dinner-time.
    After dinner, when he and Richard were sitting alone
together, sipping their claret, the count said in a semi-mysterious and
confidential manner, "I have this morning broken the ice: indeed, I have
made the first plunge. I have confided the necessary funds to Mr.
Greenwood  -that is the name of the gentleman with whom I am to co-operate
- and he will immediately busy himself with the foundation of the enterprise. I
shall not, however, mention this to the countess and Isabella for a few days;
for in commercial matters ladies always entertain apprehensions which give one
what you English call the 'blue devils.'"
    Richard made an observation. The evil - if evil it were -
was done; and he did not choose to fill the count with apprehensions which
might eventually prove to be unfounded. The conversation upon the subject
accordingly dropped for the present; and the two gentlemen joined the ladies in
the drawing- room.
    Several weeks glided away; and Markham still remained at
Richmond. His acquaintance with the count's family rapidly expanded into an
intimacy which gave him unfeigned pleasure. The count treated him as a near
relative - almost as a son; tie countess was charmed with him because he could
converse upon German literature and history ;- and where the parents were so
encouraging, how could the daughter be reserved? Isabella was naturally of a
frank and confiding disposition; and she soon learned to consider Markham as a
very intimate friend of the family. Whenever he hinted at the necessity of
returning to his own home, he expressed his fears that he was intruding upon
the hospitality of his kind hosts, Isabella always had some cause ready to
delay his departure, as soon as her father and mother had concluded their own
entreaties for him to prolong his visit. Markham had nothing to occupy his
attention elsewhere; and he was thus easily induced to remain in a mansion
where he received so much kindness, and where there was an attraction that
daily disclosed new charms and revealed fresh spells.
    It was in the middle of December that Markham was walking,
on a fine frosty morning, with Isabella along the high road in the immediate
vicinity of the count's dwelling, when he noticed a strange arid repulsive
looking individual following them at a short distance. At first he supposed
that the man's way lay in the same direction which he and his fair companion
were pursuing; he accordingly turned with Isabella into another path, and, to
his misfortune and annoyance, found that he was still followed by the stranger
whose dilapidated appearance, long black matted hair, week's beard, filthy
person, and sinister expression of countenance, filled him with alarming
suspicious.
    He remembered his dream; and a shudder passed through his
frame.
    Determined to ascertain the motive of this man perseverance
in dogging him thus, he conducted Isabella by a short cut back to the house,
and retraced his steps to encounter the person who was still following him.
    The man advanced towards him with a dogged and determined
air, and yet downcast eyes, which were buried beneath his projecting temples
and shaggy brows:
    "Holloa, my fine fellow!" he exclaimed, when he
came within a few yards of Richard; "you don't mean to say that you have
forgotten an old pal?"
    "What, Anthony - is this you?" said Markham,
turning deadly pale as he recognised one of his fellow-prisoners in Newgate.
    It was the Resurrection Man.
    "Yes - it is me - poor Tony Tidkins. But now permit me
to ask you a question or two. What are you doing now? Who lives there? And what
young girl was that you were walking about with?"
    "And by what right do you dare put those insolent
queries to me?" cried Markham, surveying the ruffian with mingled
indignation and disgust.
    "Oh I if you don't choose to answer my questions, I can
precious soon ascertain all the truth for myself," coolly replied the
Resurrection Man, who never once looked Markham in the face - then, having
uttered these words, he advanced a few paces as if he were about to seek the
count's dwelling.
    "Wretch I what do you mean to do?" ejaculated
 
 

Richard, hurrying after him and detaining him by the arm:
"you do not know that that abode is sacred - that it is the residence of
probity, innocence, and honour - that if you were to breathe a hint who and
what you are, you would be spurned from the door?"
    "Ah! I am accustomed to that in this Christian land -
in this land of Bibles and Missionary Societies," said the Resurrection
Man, bitterly; then, resuming his dogged surliness of tone, he added, "But
at all events I can first ask for alms and a morsel of bread at that house, and
thereupon state that the gentleman who was just now walking with the young lady
belonging to the house was a companion of mine in Newgate - a communication
which will tend to preserve the innocence, honour, probity, and all the rest of
it, of that family."
    With these words he again set off in the direction of the
count's abode.
    "Confusion!" exclaimed Markham: "this man
will now effect my ruin !"
    A second time did he stop the Resurrection Man as he
advanced towards the residence of the Italians.
    "Well - what now? Isn't a man at liberty to walk which
way he chooses?"
    "You cannot be so base as to betray me? you would not
ruin my happiness for ever?" said Richard, in whose mind the particulars
of his dream were now uppermost.
    "And why should I have any regard for you, since you
receive and treat mean if I was a dog?"
    "I really did not mean —"
    "Oh! bother to all apologies," cried the
Resurrection Man, ferociously.
   
 
"My God! what do you want of me? what can I do
for you? " exclaimed Richard, uncertain how to act, and his mind a prey to
the most painful emotions; for he already fancied that he saw himself exposed -
banished from the count's hospitable roof  separated from Isabella,
without a chance of reconciliation - and reproached for having intruded himself
upon the society of a virtuous and untainted family.
    The mere anticipation of such an afflicting series of
incidents was more than he could bear; and he was prepared to make any
sacrifices to avert so terrible an occurrence.
    "I may obtain from your fears what I should not have
got from your generosity," exclaimed the Resurrection Man: "but it
doesn't matter what motive produces it, so long as I get it."
    "And what is it that you require?" asked Richard
hastily. "But let us walk aside - they may be seen from the windows."
    "And what do I care if they do?" brutally demanded
the Resurrection Man. "I suppose I shan't suffer in character by talking
to a companion in former misfortunes?" he added, in a sarcastic tone.
    There was something peculiarly revolting about that man ;-
his death-like countenance, jet black whiskers, shaggy brows, averted glances,
and horrible nick-name, all combined to render him a loathsome and disgusting
object.
    The contact of such a wretch was like plunging one's hand
amidst the spawn of toads.
    But the savage irony of this monster - oh! that was utterly
intolerable. Richard writhed beneath it.
    "Now I tell you what it is," said the Resurrection
Man, who probably by this time saw that he had reduced the young man to a
pliability suitable to his purposes; "if you will only be civil I'll
accommodate you to the utmost of my power. Let us walk away from the house - we
can then talk more at our ease."
    Richard accompanied the miscreant a short distance; and then
they again stopped,- but no longer within view of the count's residence.
    "You can, doubtless, suppose what I want!" said
the Resurrection Man, turning suddenly round upon Markham, and looking him full
in the face for the first time.
    "Money, I presume," replied Richard.
    "Yes - money. I know that you were in expectation of a
great fortune when you were in Newgate; and I suppose you have not run through
it all yet."
    "I was almost totally ruined, during my imprisonment,
by the unfortunate speculations in which my guardian engaged," answered
Markham mournfully.
    "That's all my eye! Nevertheless, I won't be hard upon
you: I know that you have got a splendid house and a grand estate close by
—"
    "A few acres of land, as heaven is my witness!"
    "Well - you may try it on as much as you like; but I
tell you plainly it won't do for me. Let us cut this matter devilish short, and
come to some understanding at once. I am hard up - I don't know what to turn my
hand to for a moment; and I can't get orders for the stiff'uns as I used to
do."
    "All that I .have told you about the loss of my
property is quite true," said Markham; "and I have now but little
more than a bare two hundred a year to live upon."
    "Well, I will be generous and let you off easy," said the
Resurrection Man. "You shall give me for the present —"
    "For the present !" repeated Markham, all the
terror of his mind again betraying itself; "if I make any arrangement with
you at all, it would be upon the express condition that you would never molest
me more."
    "Be it so," said the Resurrection Man, whom the
promise cost nothing, and who knew that there was nothing to bind him to its
implicit performance; "give me five hundred pounds, and I will never seek
you out again."
    "Five hundred pounds !" exclaimed Richard: "I
cannot command the money!"
    "Not a mag less will I take," said the extortioner
with a determined air and voice.
    "I really cannot comply with the proposal - I have not
the money - I do not know where to get it. Why do you persecute me in this way?
what harm have I ever done to you? why should you seek to ruin me, and to
annihilate all my hopes of again establishing myself in an honourable position
in society? Tell me - by what right, by what law, do you now endeavour to
extort - vilely, infamously extort - this money from me?"
    No pen could describe - no painter depict the singular
expression of countenance which the Resurrection Man wore as these words fell
upon his ears. He knew not whether to burst out into a fit of laughter, or to
utter a volley of imprecations against his former companion in Newgate; and so,
not to be wrong by doing one and omitting the other, he did both. His ironical
and ferocious laugh fell horribly upon the ears of Markham, who was at the same
time assailed by such a string of oaths and blasphemies, that he trembled.
    "You want to know by what law and right I demand money
of you," cried the wretch, when he had indulged in this out-pouring of
laughter and imprecations to his heart's content: "well - I will tell you.
My law is that practised by all the world - t
he oppression of the weak by
the strong
; and my right is also that of universal practice -
 
the right of him who takes what
will not dare to be refused
. Now, then, you understand me; and if not, bear my
resolution."
    "Speak," said Richard, now thoroughly cooled and
disarmed; "and let me know the worst at once."
    "You have confirmed my suspicion that you are courting
the young girl I saw you walking with: you have confirmed that suspicion by
your manner and your words. Now, I require five hundred pounds; and if you are
anxious that your fair one should remain in ignorance of your Old Bailey
adventures, you had better comply with my terms."
    "I positively declare that I have not the money,"
said Richard.
    "Make it."
    "But how?"
    "Borrow it of the young lady's father or mother, or
uncle, or aunt."
    "Never - impossible!"
    "You say that you have a few acres of land left. I
believe you have more; but let a take your own statement. Upon those few acres
you can easily borrow the money I require."
    "And diminish my miserable income still more?"
    "Yes - or no, without further wrangling? You must be
well aware that this sacrifice is necessary if the girl is worth having."
    "In the name of heaven, allude not to - to - to Miss —
to the young lady with whom you saw me ere now ;- allude not to her in this
disgraceful manner!" cried Markham; for when the lips of that
horrible man framed a sentiment which bore reference to Isabella, it seemed to
Richard as if a loathsome serpent was pouring its slimy venom on a sweet and
blooming flower.
    "Will you give me the money? demanded the Resurrection
Man.
    "I will give you two hundred pounds - I have no more -
I can get no more - I will not raise any more upon my property."
    "Can't be done," returned the ruffian. "I
will have the five hundred, or nothing."
    "It will take some days to procure the money,"
said Markham, yielding gradually.
    "Never mind. Give me what you have about you for my
present purposes, and name the day and place for me to receive the rest."
    Markham took his purse from his pocket, and examined its
contents. There were seventeen sovereigns at that moment at his command. He
retained two, and handed fifteen to the Resurrection Man, who pocketed them
with savage glee.
    "Now this looks like business," said he, "and
m an earnest that you will do the thing that a right. Where and when for the
remainder?"
    "In a fortnight I will meet you at any place you may
name in London," answered Markham.
    "Well, make it a fortnight. Do you know the
 
Dark House
, in Brick Lane, Bethnal Green
?"
    "What is it ?" asked Richard, shuddering at the
name.
    "A public-house. Any one will tell you where it is.
This day fortnight I shall expect to find you there at eight o'clock in the
evening. If I don't happen to be punctual, you can wait for me; and if I don't
come that night, I shall the next. Remember how much depends upon your
fulfilment of the contract."
    "I shall not fail," answered Richard, with a
sinking of the heart which none can understand who have not been placed in a
similar position. "And you, on your part, will adhere to your side of the
agreement ?"
    "Mute as a mouse," said the Resurrection Man,
"and should I afterwards meet you by accident, I shall not know you.
Farewell."
    With these words the Resurrection Man turned away, and
pursued his course towards London.
    Markham followed him with his eyes until he turned an angle
of the road and was no longer to be seen.
    Then only did Richard breathe freely.

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