“If I’m to make the exchange, it’s now or never,” I said, snatching up the letter from Mrs. Burgoyne which, after copying, I had put back into its envelope and resealed. In another half-minute I had crossed the road and was ascending the stairs which led to Professor Lawrance’s hair-cutting establishment.
CHAPTER XVIII
I BECOME A HAIRDRESSER’S ASSISTANT
To replace the dummy letter by the original and to pocket the former did not take long, and as no step upon the stair announced the Professor’s return I thought I might as well avail myself of the opportunity of ascertaining anything that was to be learnt about his other correspondents. With this end in view I put out my hand to take down the packet again when a voice behind me said:—
“Wot a hinterest he do take in correspondence to be sure. Be damned if he ain’t at ’em again!” And as I turned round I saw the Professor in the act of closing the door, locking it, and putting the key in his pocket.
“Now then, Mr. ’Enery Watson,” he said, with an ugly look upon his face, “you and me ’as got to come to a hunderstanding. You comes here very haffable like a-wanting to back a ’orse, with a hintroduction from Mr. ’Enery Morrison, o’ Doncaster. Tall man, clean-shaved, small heyes, wore a fawn coat and a billycock ’at, did he? Ah! I knows ’im—Valker’s ’is name. ’Orses!”—this with scorn too withering to be expressed by means of pen and ink—“You know hanythink about ’orses! Why, yer sneakin’ goat, there ain’t a knacker in the cats’-meat yard wot wouldn’t put ’is ’eels in yer face if ’e ’eard yer talk about a gee-gee!”
He looked me up and down contemptuously for a moment, and then with a sudden accession of fury, and with the sneer in his voice changed to a snarl, said:—
“Yer come ’ere, do yer, a-spying and a-prying, and takes rooms over the way to keep a watch upon me and my customers. And yer want to get yer ’and on them letters there, so as to find some hevidence to lay hinformation agin me, do yer? Think I didn’t know yer was a-watchin’ me through the korfey palis winder? That’s wot I went out for. I knew as yer’d be slippin’ over ’ere direckly my back was turned. But I copped yer, yer slinkin’ toad! and yer ain’t got nothink to lay hinformation on; and I’ll take care yer don’t!”
“My good man,” I replied quite coolly, “don’t distress yourself unnecessarily. I know very well that you are carrying on illegal transactions, and I could make things uncomfortable if I chose to give the police a hint. But I’m not a detective, and I don’t concern myself one way or the other with your doings, legal or illegal. What I came here to find out is purely a private family affair, and has nothing in the world to do with you or your betting business. A man I know has disappeared, and his family are anxious to get news of him. I’ve got an idea that he is in Stanby, and that he is having letters addressed to your care under an assumed name. Now look here. You’ve got it in your power to spoil my game, I admit; and I’ve got it in my power to give the police a hint that might be inconvenient to you. But why should you and I quarrel? Why shouldn’t we do a little business together to our mutual benefit? I can pay for any help you give, and if you’ll work with me I’ll guarantee that your name shan’t be mentioned, and to keep my mouth shut about any little business transactions of your own which you’re engaged in. Well, what is it to be? Will you accept my offer or not? You get nothing by refusing, and gain a good deal by accepting. You run this show to make money, and not for pleasure, I take it; and I’m ready to put a good deal more money in your pocket than you’d make in the general way, and not to interfere with your usual business either. I shouldn’t have supposed it wants much thinking about.”
“Wot d’ yer call a good deal more money?” he asked shortly, but not without signs of coming to terms.
“Five, fifteen, or twenty pounds.”