The engineer saw at once, with true business instinct, his man had reached the end of his tether. He struck while the iron was hot and clinched the bargain. “Well,—as there’s a lady in the case”—he said, gallantly,—“and to serve a young man of undoubted talent, who’ll do honor to the profession, I don’t mind closing with you. I’ll take ten thousand, money down, to back out of it myself, and I’ll say what I can—honestly—to the Midland Board in your friend’s favor.”
“Very good,” Tyrrel answered, drawing a deep breath of relief. “I ask no more than that. Say what you can honestly. The money shall be paid you before the end of a fortnight.”
“Only, mind,” Mr. Walker added in an impressive afterthought, “I can’t, of course, ENGAGE that the Great North Midland people will take my advice. You mustn’t come down upon me for restitution and all that if your friend don’t succeed and they take some other fellow. All I guarantee for certain is to withdraw my own plans—not to send in anything myself for the competition.”
“I fully understand,” Tyrrel answered. “And I’m content to risk it. But, mind, if any other design is submitted of superior excellence to Le Neve’s, I wouldn’t wish you on any account to—to do or say anything that goes against your conscience.”
Erasmus Walker stared at him. “What—after paying ten thousand pounds?” he said, “to secure the job?”
Tyrrel nodded a solemn nod. “Especially,” he added, “if you think it safer to life and limb. I should never forgive myself if an accident were to occur on Eustace Le Neve’s viaduct.”
CHAPTER XIII. — ANGEL AND DEVIL.
Tyrrel left Erasmus Walker’s house that morning in a turmoil of mingled exultation and fear. At least he had done his best to atone for the awful results of his boyish act of criminal thoughtlessness. He had tried to make it possible for Cleer to marry Eustace, and thereby to render the Trevennacks happier in their sonless old age; and what was more satisfactory still, he had crippled himself in doing it. There was comfort even in that. Expiation, reparation! He wouldn’t have cared for the sacrifice so much if it had cost him less. But it would cost him dear indeed. He must set to work at once now and raise the needful sum by mortgaging Penmorgan up to the hilt to do it.