sombrero violently as he spoke and Raffles listened. I could see from their manner that the collision which had just occurred was not the subject under discussion; but I failed to distinguish a word, though I listened outside a hatter's until Raffles had gone in and his new acquaintance had passed me with blazing eyes and a volley of husky vows in broken English.
'Another of Mr. Shylock's victims,' thought I; and indeed he might have been bleeding internally from the loss of his pound of flesh; at any rate there was bloodshed in his eyes.
I stood a long time outside that hatter's window, and finally went in to choose a cap. But the light is wicked in those narrow shops, and this necessitated my carrying several caps to the broad daylight of the threshold to gauge their shades, and incidentally to achieve a swift survey of the street. Then they crowned me with an ingenious apparatus like a typewriter, to get the exact shape and measure of my skull, for I had intimated that I had no desire to dress it anywhere else for the future. All this must have taken up the most of twenty minutes, yet after getting as far as Mr. Shylock's I remembered that I required what one's hatter (and no one else) calls a 'boater,' and back I went to order one in addition to the cap. And as the next tack fetches the buoy, so my next perambulation (in which, however, I was thinking seriously of a new bowler) brought me face to face with Raffles once more.
We shouted and shook hands; our encounter had taken place almost under the money-lender's windows, and it was so un-English in its cordiality that between our slaps and grasps Raffles managed deftly to insert a stout packet in my breast pocket. I cannot think the most critical pedestrian could have seen it done. But streets have as many eyes as Argus, and some of them are always on one.
'They had to send to the bank for it,' whispered Raffles. 'It barely passed through their hands. But don't you let Shylock spot his own envelope!'
In another second he was saying something very different that anybody might have heard, and in yet another he was hustling me across Shylock's threshold. 'I'll take you up and introduce you,' he cried aloud. 'You couldn't come to a better man, my dear fellow—he's the only honest one in Europe. Is Mr. Levy disengaged?'
A stunted young gentleman, who spoke as though he had a hare-lip or was in liquor, neither calamity having really befallen him, said that he thought so, but would see, which he proceeded to do through a telephone, after shifting the indicator from 'Through' to 'Private.' He slid off his stool at once, and another youth, of similar appearance and still more similar peculiarity of speech, who entered in a hurry at that moment, was told to hold on while he showed the gentlemen up-stairs. There were other clerks behind the mahogany bulwark, and we heard the newcomer greeting them hoarsely as we climbed up into the presence.
Dan Levy, as I must try to call him when Raffles is not varnishing my tale, looked a very big man at his enormous desk, but by no means so elephantine as at the tiny table in the Savoy Restaurant a month earlier. His privations had not only reduced his bulk to the naked eye, but made him look ten years younger. He wore the habiliments of a gentleman; even as he sat at his desk his well-cut coat and well-tied tie filled me with that inconsequent respect which the silk pyjamas had engendered in Raffles. But the great face that greeted us with a shrewd and rather scornful geniality impressed me yet more powerfully. In its massive features and its craggy contour it displayed the frank pugnacity of the pugilist rather than the low cunning of the traditional usurer; and the nose in particular, while of far healthier appearance than when I had seen it first and last, was both dominant and menacing in its immensity. It was a comfort to turn from this formidable countenance to that of Raffles, who had entered with his own serene unconscious confidence, and now introduced us with that inimitable air of light-hearted authority which stamped him in all shades of society.
''Appy to meet you, sir. I hope you're well?' said Mr. Levy, dropping one aspirate but putting in the next with care. 'Take a seat, sir, please.'
But I kept my legs, though I felt them near to trembling, and, diving a hand into a breast pocket, I began working the contents out of the envelope that Raffles had given me, while I spoke out in a tone sufficiently rehearsed at the Albany overnight.
'I'm not so sure about the happiness,' said I. 'I mean about its lasting, Mr. Levy. I come from my friend, Mr. Edward Garland.'
'I thought you came to borrow money!' interposed Raffles with much indignation. The moneylender was watching me with bright eyes and lips I could no longer see.
'I never said so,' I rapped out at Raffles; and I thought I saw approval and encouragement behind his stare like truth at the bottom of the well.
'Who
'An old friend of mine,' replied Raffles, in an injured tone that made a convincing end of the old friendship. 'I thought he was hard up, or I never should have brought him in to introduce to you.'
'I didn't ask you for your introduction, Raffles,' said I offensively. 'I simply met you coming out as I was coming in. I thought you damned officious, if you ask me!'
Whereupon, with an Anglo-Saxon threat of subsequent violence to my person, Raffles flung open the door to leave us to our interview. This was exactly as it had been rehearsed. But Dan Levy called Raffles back. And that was exactly as we had hoped.
'Gentlemen, gentlemen!' said the Jew. 'Please don't make a cockpit of my office, gentlemen; and pray, Mr. Raffles, don't leave me to the mercies of your very dangerous friend.'
'You can be two to one if you like,' I gasped valiantly. '
And my chest heaved in accordance with my stage instructions, as also with a realism to which it was a relief to give full play.
'Come now,' said Levy. 'What did Mr. Garland send you about?'
'You know well enough,' said I: 'his debt to you.'
'Don't be rude about it,' said Levy. 'What about the debt?'
'It's a damned disgrace!' said I.
'I quite agree,' he chuckled. 'It ought to 'ave been settled months ago.'
'Months ago?' I echoed. 'It's only twelve months since he borrowed three hundred pounds from you, and now you're sticking him for seven!'
'I am,' said Levy, opening uncompromising lips that entirely disappeared again next instant.
'He borrows three hundred for a year at the outside, and you blackmail him for eight hundred when the year's up.'
'You said 'seven' just now,' interrupted Raffles, but in the voice of a man who was getting a fright.
'You also said 'blackmailing,'' added Dan Levy portentously. 'Do you want to be thrown downstairs?'
'Do
'No, I don't; have you got his repayment cards?'
'Yes, here in my hands, and they shan't leave them. You see, you're not aware,' I added severely, as I turned to Raffles, 'that this young fellow has already paid up one hundred in instalments; that's what makes the eight; and all this is what'll happen to you if you've been fool enough to get into the same boat.'
The money-lender had borne with me longer than either of us had expected that he would; but now he wheeled back his chair and stood up, a pillar of peril and a mouthful of oaths.
'Is that all you've come to say?' he thundered. 'If so, you young devil, out you go!'
'No, it isn't,' said I, spreading out a document attached to the cards of receipt which Raffles had obtained from Teddy Garland; these I had managed to extract without anything else from the inner pocket in which I had been trying to empty out Raffles's envelope. 'Here,' I continued, 'is a letter, written only yesterday, by you to Mr. Garland, in which you say, among other very insolent things: 'This is final, and absolutely no excuses of any kind will be tolerated or accepted. You have given ten times more trouble than your custom is worth, and I shall be glad to get rid of you. So you had better pay up before twelve o'clock to-morrow, as you may depend that the above threats will be carried out to the very letter, and steps will be taken to carry them into effect at that hour. This is your dead and last chance, and the last time I will write you on the subject.''
'So it is,' said Levy with an oath. 'This is a very bad case, Mr. Raffles.'
'I agree,' said I. 'And may I ask if you propose to 'get rid' of Mr. Garland by making him 'pay up' in full?'
'Before twelve o'clock to-day,' said Dan Levy, with a snap of his prize-fighting jaws.
'Eight hundred, first and last, for the three hundred he borrowed a year ago?'
'That's it.'
