“Then give me back that bill!”
Cripps only laughed—a laugh which drove the boy frantic. The villain was going to play him false after all. He had got the money, every farthing of it, and now he was going to retain the bill which contained Loman’s promise to pay the whole amount! Poor Loman, he was no match in cunning for this rogue. Who would believe him that he had paid, when Cripps was still able to produce the promise signed with his own name to do so?
Bitterly did the boy repent the day when first, by a yielding to deceit, he had put himself in the power of such a villain!
He was too confounded and panic-struck to attempt either argument or persuasion. He felt himself ruined, and muttering, in a voice which trembled with misery, “I must tell father all about it,” he turned to go.
Oh, Loman! Why have you left such a resolve till now? Why, like that other prodigal, have you waited till everything else has failed, till your own resources and cunning have been exhausted to the last dregs, before you turn and say this!
The boy uttered the words involuntarily, not intending that they should be heard. Little he thought Cripps or any one would heed them. But Cripps did heed them. His quick ear caught the words, and they had a meaning for him; for he might be able to cheat and browbeat and swindle a boy, but when it came to dealing no longer with the boy, but with the boy’s father, Cripps was sharp enough to know that was a very different matter. He had relied on the boy’s fears of exposure and his dread of his father’s anger to carry his extortions to the utmost limit with confidence. But now he had gone a step too far. When, in his desperation, the boy naturally turned to the very being he had all along most carefully kept ignorant of his proceedings, it was time for Cripps to pull up.
He stopped Loman as he was going away, with a laugh, as he said, in his old tones, “Steady there, young gentleman, what a hurry you are in! A man can’t have a little bit of fun, just to see how you like it, but there you go, and give it all up, and go and get yourself into a regular perspiration! Tell the governor, indeed! You don’t suppose I’d let you get yourself into such a mess as all that, do you? No, no. You shall have the bill, my man, never fear.”
“Oh, thank you, Cripps, thank you!” cried Loman, in a sudden convulsion of gratitude and relief.
“’Pon my word, I might take offence, that I might, at your wanting the paper. As if I’d ever take advantage of a young gentleman like you! No, no; honesty’s the best policy for us poor folks as well as for you nobs. No one can say I defrauded any one.”
“Oh, no, of course not,” cried Loman, enthusiastically. “I should like to see any one who did!”