He drank in my words; his face represented an ecstasy of cunning thought. I could read there, plain as print, that he but thought to overreach me.
"And what am I to do in 'Frisco?" he asked. "I am disbarred, I have no trade, I cannot dig, to beg----" he paused in the citation. "And you know that I am not alone," he added, "others depend upon me."
"I will write to Pinkerton," I returned. "I feel sure he can help you to some employment, and in the meantime, and for three months after your arrival, he shall pay to yourself personally, on the first and the fifteenth, twenty-five dollars."
"Mr. Dodd, I scarce believe you can be serious in this offer," he replied. "Have you forgotten the circumstances of the case?
Do you know these people are the magnates of the section?
They were spoken of to-night in the saloon; their wealth must amount to many millions of dollars in real estate alone; their house is one of the sights of the locality, and you offer me a bribe of a few hundred!"
"I offer you no bribe, Mr. Bellairs, I give you alms," I returned.
"I will do nothing to forward you in your hateful business; yet I would not willingly have you starve."
"Give me a hundred dollars then, and be done with it," he cried.
"I will do what I have said, and neither more nor less," said I.
"Take care," he cried. "You are playing a fool's game; you are making an enemy for nothing; you will gain nothing by this, I warn you of it!" And then with one of his changes, "Seventy dollars--only seventy--in mercy, Mr. Dodd, in common charity.
Don't dash the bowl from my lips! You have a kindly heart.
Think of my position, remember my unhappy wife."
"You should have thought of her before," said I. "I have made my offer, and I wish to sleep."
"Is that your last word, sir? Pray consider; pray weigh both sides: my misery, your own danger. I warn you--I beseech you; measure it well before you answer," so he half pleaded, half threatened me, with clasped hands.
"My first word, and my last," said I.
The change upon the man was shocking. In the storm of anger that now shook him, the lees of his intoxication rose again to the surface; his face was deformed, his words insane with fury; his pantomime excessive in itself, was distorted by an access of St. Vitus.
"You will perhaps allow me to inform you of my cold opinion," he began, apparently self-possessed, truly bursting with rage:
"when I am a glorified saint, I shall see you howling for a drop of water and exult to see you. That your last word! Take it in your face, you spy, you false friend, you fat hypocrite! I defy, I defy and despise and spit upon you! I'm on the trail, his trail or yours, I smell blood, I'll follow it on my hands and knees, I'll starve to follow it! I'll hunt you down, hunt you, hunt you down! If I were strong, I'd tear your vitals out, here in this room--tear them out--I'd tear them out! Damn, damn, damn!
You think me weak! I can bite, bite to the blood, bite you, hurt you, disgrace you ..."
He was thus incoherently raging, when the scene was interrupted by the arrival of the landlord and inn servants in various degrees of deshabille, and to them I gave my temporary lunatic in charge.
"Take him to his room," I said, "he's only drunk."
These were my words; but I knew better. After all my study of Mr. Bellairs, one discovery had been reserved for the last moment: that of his latent and essential madness.
