The Wrong Box eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 224 pages of information about The Wrong Box.

The Wrong Box eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 224 pages of information about The Wrong Box.
entirely irresponsible.’  And drawing near, he gingerly demolished it.  ‘A key,’ he thought.  ’Why that?  And why so conspicuously placed?’ He made the circuit of the instrument, and perceived the keyhole at the back.  ‘Aha! this is what the key is for,’ said he.  ‘They wanted me to look inside.  Stranger and stranger.’  And with that he turned the key and raised the lid.

In what antics of agony, in what fits of flighty resolution, in what collapses of despair, Gideon consumed the night, it would be ungenerous to enquire too closely.

That trill of tiny song with which the eaves-birds of London welcome the approach of day found him limp and rumpled and bloodshot, and with a mind still vacant of resource.  He rose and looked forth unrejoicingly on blinded windows, an empty street, and the grey daylight dotted with the yellow lamps.  There are mornings when the city seems to awake with a sick headache; this was one of them; and still the twittering reveille of the sparrows stirred in Gideon’s spirit.

‘Day here,’ he thought, ’and I still helpless!  This must come to an end.’  And he locked up the piano, put the key in his pocket, and set forth in quest of coffee.  As he went, his mind trudged for the hundredth time a certain mill-road of terrors, misgivings, and regrets.  To call in the police, to give up the body, to cover London with handbills describing John Dickson and Ezra Thomas, to fill the papers with paragraphs, Mysterious Occurrence in the Temple—­Mr Forsyth admitted to bail, this was one course, an easy course, a safe course; but not, the more he reflected on it, not a pleasant one.  For, was it not to publish abroad a number of singular facts about himself?  A child ought to have seen through the story of these adventurers, and he had gaped and swallowed it.  A barrister of the least self-respect should have refused to listen to clients who came before him in a manner so irregular, and he had listened.  And O, if he had only listened; but he had gone upon their errand—­he, a barrister, uninstructed even by the shadow of a solicitor—­upon an errand fit only for a private detective; and alas!—­and for the hundredth time the blood surged to his brow—­he had taken their money!  ‘No,’ said he, ’the thing is as plain as St Paul’s.  I shall be dishonoured!  I have smashed my career for a five-pound note.’

Between the possibility of being hanged in all innocence, and the certainty of a public and merited disgrace, no gentleman of spirit could long hesitate.  After three gulps of that hot, snuffy, and muddy beverage, that passes on the streets of London for a decoction of the coffee berry, Gideon’s mind was made up.  He would do without the police.  He must face the other side of the dilemma, and be Robert Skill in earnest.  What would Robert Skill have done?  How does a gentleman dispose of a dead body, honestly come by?  He remembered the inimitable story of the hunchback; reviewed its course, and dismissed it

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