'God Almighty!' he cried.'That is Jane Galbraith!'
The men answered nothing, but they shuffled nearer the door.
'I know her, I tell you,' he continued.'She was alive and hearty yesterday.It's impossible she can be dead; it's impossible you should have got this body fairly.'
'Sure, sir, you're mistaken entirely,' said one of the men.
But the other looked Fettes darkly in the eyes, and demanded the money on the spot.
It was impossible to misconceive the threat or to exaggerate the danger.The lad's heart failed him.He stammered some excuses, counted out the sum, and saw his hateful visitors depart.No sooner were they gone than he hastened to confirm his doubts.By a dozen unquestionable marks he identified the girl he had jested with the day before.He saw, with horror, marks upon her body that might well betoken violence.
A panic seized him, and he took refuge in his room.There he reflected at length over the discovery that he had made;considered soberly the bearing of Mr.K-'s instructions and the danger to himself of interference in so serious a business, and at last, in sore perplexity, determined to wait for the advice of his immediate superior, the class assistant.
This was a young doctor, Wolfe Macfarlane, a high favourite among all the reckless students, clever, dissipated, and unscrupulous to the last degree.He had travelled and studied abroad.His manners were agreeable and a little forward.He was an authority on the stage, skilful on the ice or the links with skate or golf-club; he dressed with nice audacity, and, to put the finishing touch upon his glory, he kept a gig and a strong trotting-horse.With Fettes he was on terms of intimacy; indeed, their relative positions called for some community of life; and when subjects were scarce the pair would drive far into the country in Macfarlane's gig, visit and desecrate some lonely graveyard, and return before dawn with their booty to the door of the dissecting-room.
On that particular morning Macfarlane arrived somewhat earlier than his wont.Fettes heard him, and met him on the stairs, told him his story, and showed him the cause of his alarm.Macfarlane examined the marks on her body.
'Yes,' he said with a nod, 'it looks fishy.'
'Well, what should I do?' asked Fettes.
'Do?' repeated the other.'Do you want to do anything?
Least said soonest mended, I should say.'
'Some one else might recognise her,' objected Fettes.'She was as well known as the Castle Rock.'
'We'll hope not,' said Macfarlane, 'and if anybody does -well, you didn't, don't you see, and there's an end.The fact is, this has been going on too long.Stir up the mud, and you'll get K- into the most unholy trouble; you'll be in a shocking box yourself.So will I, if you come to that.Ishould like to know how any one of us would look, or what the devil we should have to say for ourselves, in any Christian witness-box.For me, you know there's one thing certain -that, practically speaking, all our subjects have been murdered.'
'Macfarlane!' cried Fettes.
'Come now!' sneered the other.'As if you hadn't suspected it yourself!'
'Suspecting is one thing - '
'And proof another.Yes, I know; and I'm as sorry as you are this should have come here,' tapping the body with his cane.
'The next best thing for me is not to recognise it; and,' he added coolly, 'I don't.You may, if you please.I don't dictate, but I think a man of the world would do as I do; and I may add, I fancy that is what K- would look for at our hands.The question is, Why did he choose us two for his assistants? And I answer, because he didn't want old wives.'
This was the tone of all others to affect the mind of a lad like Fettes.He agreed to imitate Macfarlane.The body of the unfortunate girl was duly dissected, and no one remarked or appeared to recognise her.
One afternoon, when his day's work was over, Fettes dropped into a popular tavern and found Macfarlane sitting with a stranger.This was a small man, very pale and dark, with coal-black eyes.The cut of his features gave a promise of intellect and refinement which was but feebly realised in his manners, for he proved, upon a nearer acquaintance, coarse, vulgar, and stupid.He exercised, however, a very remarkable control over Macfarlane; issued orders like the Great Bashaw;became inflamed at the least discussion or delay, and commented rudely on the servility with which he was obeyed.
This most offensive person took a fancy to Fettes on the spot, plied him with drinks, and honoured him with unusual confidences on his past career.If a tenth part of what he confessed were true, he was a very loathsome rogue; and the lad's vanity was tickled by the attention of so experienced a man.
'I'm a pretty bad fellow myself,' the stranger remarked, 'but Macfarlane is the boy - Toddy Macfarlane I call him.Toddy, order your friend another glass.' Or it might be, 'Toddy, you jump up and shut the door.' 'Toddy hates me,' he said again.'Oh yes, Toddy, you do!'
'Don't you call me that confounded name,' growled Macfarlane.
'Hear him! Did you ever see the lads play knife? He would like to do that all over my body,' remarked the stranger.
'We medicals have a better way than that,' said Fettes.
'When we dislike a dead friend of ours, we dissect him.'
Macfarlane looked up sharply, as though this jest were scarcely to his mind.
The afternoon passed.Gray, for that was the stranger's name, invited Fettes to join them at dinner, ordered a feast so sumptuous that the tavern was thrown into commotion, and when all was done commanded Macfarlane to settle the bill.
