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第12章 THE HOUSE AT MURRAYFIELD(2)

All beyond was inscrutable; and John's dizzy brain rocked with the shadow.Yet even so, it struck him that Alan was pale, and his voice, when he spoke, unnatural.

'What brings you here to-night?' he began.'I don't want, God knows, to seem unfriendly; but I cannot take you in, Nicholson; I cannot do it.'

'Alan,' said John, 'you've just got to! You don't know the mess I'm in; the governor's turned me out, and I daren't show my face in an inn, because they're down on me for murder or something!'

'For what?' cried Alan, starting.

'Murder, I believe,' says John.

'Murder!' repeated Alan, and passed his hand over his eyes.

'What was that you were saying?' he asked again.

'That they were down on me,' said John.'I'm accused of murder, by what I can make out; and I've really had a dreadful day of it, Alan, and I can't sleep on the roadside on a night like this - at least, not with a portmanteau,' he pleaded.

'Hush!' said Alan, with his head on one side; and then, 'Did you hear nothing?' he asked.

'No,' said John, thrilling, he knew not why, with communicated terror.'No, I heard nothing; why?' And then, as there was no answer, he reverted to his pleading: 'But Isay, Alan, you've just got to take me in.I'll go right away to bed if you have anything to do.I seem to have been drinking; I was that knocked over.I wouldn't turn you away, Alan, if you were down on your luck.'

'No?' returned Alan.'Neither will you, then.Come and let's get your portmanteau.'

The cabman was paid, and drove off down the long, lamp-lighted hill, and the two friends stood on the side-walk beside the portmanteau till the last rumble of the wheels had died in silence.It seemed to John as though Alan attached importance to this departure of the cab; and John, who was in no state to criticise, shared profoundly in the feeling.

When the stillness was once more perfect, Alan shouldered the portmanteau, carried it in, and shut and locked the garden door; and then, once more, abstraction seemed to fall upon him, and he stood with his hand on the key, until the cold began to nibble at John's fingers.

'Why are we standing here?' asked John.

'Eh?' said Alan, blankly.

'Why, man, you don't seem yourself,' said the other.

'No, I'm not myself,' said Alan; and he sat down on the portmanteau and put his face in his hands.

John stood beside him swaying a little, and looking about him at the swaying shadows, the flitting sparkles, and the steady stars overhead, until the windless cold began to touch him through his clothes on the bare skin.Even in his bemused intelligence, wonder began to awake.

'I say, let's come on to the house,' he said at last.

'Yes, let's come on to the house,' repeated Alan.

And he rose at once, reshouldered the portmanteau, and taking the candle in his other hand, moved forward to the Lodge.

This was a long, low building, smothered in creepers; and now, except for some chinks of light between the dining-room shutters, it was plunged in darkness and silence.

In the hall Alan lighted another candle, gave it to John, and opened the door of a bedroom.

'Here,' said he; 'go to bed.Don't mind me, John.You'll be sorry for me when you know.'

'Wait a bit,' returned John; 'I've got so cold with all that standing about.Let's go into the dining-room a minute.

Just one glass to warm me, Alan.'

On the table in the hall stood a glass, and a bottle with a whisky label on a tray.It was plain the bottle had been just opened, for the cork and corkscrew lay beside it.

'Take that,' said Alan, passing John the whisky, and then with a certain roughness pushed his friend into the bedroom, and closed the door behind him.

John stood amazed; then he shook the bottle, and, to his further wonder, found it partly empty.Three or four glasses were gone.Alan must have uncorked a bottle of whisky and drank three or four glasses one after the other, without sitting down, for there was no chair, and that in his own cold lobby on this freezing night! It fully explained his eccentricities, John reflected sagely, as he mixed himself a grog.Poor Alan! He was drunk; and what a dreadful thing was drink, and what a slave to it poor Alan was, to drink in this unsociable, uncomfortable fashion! The man who would drink alone, except for health's sake - as John was now doing - was a man utterly lost.He took the grog out, and felt hazier, but warmer.It was hard work opening the portmanteau and finding his night things; and before he was undressed, the cold had struck home to him once more.'Well,' said he;'just a drop more.There's no sense in getting ill with all this other trouble.' And presently dreamless slumber buried him.

When John awoke it was day.The low winter sun was already in the heavens, but his watch had stopped, and it was impossible to tell the hour exactly.Ten, he guessed it, and made haste to dress, dismal reflections crowding on his mind.

But it was less from terror than from regret that he now suffered; and with his regret there were mingled cutting pangs of penitence.There had fallen upon him a blow, cruel, indeed, but yet only the punishment of old misdoing; and he had rebelled and plunged into fresh sin.The rod had been used to chasten, and he had bit the chastening fingers.His father was right; John had justified him; John was no guest for decent people's houses, and no fit associate for decent people's children.And had a broader hint been needed, there was the case of his old friend.John was no drunkard, though he could at times exceed; and the picture of Houston drinking neat spirits at his hall-table struck him with something like disgust.He hung back from meeting his old friend.He could have wished he had not come to him; and yet, even now, where else was he to turn?

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