e?鈥?A man doesn’t look behind the door unless he has been there himself.’ Besides, Mr. Arling minds his own business,鈥攚hich 鏉窞妗戞嬁缇庡コ I wish I did!鈥攖hen I shouldn’t have run from him like a dog caught stealing. By the way, Doctor, if the Major makes another will, which cuts the throat of this one of ours, I suppose the forgery goes for nothing?”
Doctor Remy looked at him darkly. “What do you mean?” 鏉窞娲楁荡閭ｉ噷濂?he asked. “Is he thinking of making another?”
“Not that I know of,” replied Dick. “But, ‘At the game’s end, see who wins.’ There is time for him to make a dozen before he dies.”
“We will see about that!” muttered the doctor.
“And if he does,” persisted Dick, “our will goes for naught, of course,鈥攚on’t even be looked at, I suppose. They’ll ‘trust to the label of the bag,’ seeing there’s no necessity for opening it!”
Doctor Remy stopped short, and eyed his companion suspiciously, “See here, Dick,” said he, in a low, determined tone, “you had better not 鏉窞瓒崇枟搴楁瑙勫悧 venture to try any double dealing with me. I will have you to know that I can put you in prison, any day; and I will do it, too, even though I have to go along with you, if you falter one step in the course I have marked out for you. Having begun with me in this business, you 鏉窞澶滅綉鐨勪俊鎭潬璋卞悧 will find it for your interest, in more senses than one, to help me through with it.”
“That is to say,” muttered Dick, ruefully, “Die
met den duivel ingescheept is, moet met hem overvaren,鈥擧aving embarked with the Devil, you have got to sail with him.”
The sound of that word “prison” was by no means agreeable in his ears. He had all a vagabond’s love for open air and sunshine, and liberty to go and come at his own fitful will. He sickened at the bare idea of prison walls between him and the sky, prison bars between him and the fresh, roving air, prison 鏉窞瀹跺涵寮弒pa restraints upon his freedom of action.
Doctor Remy saw the impression that he had made, and proceeded:鈥?Wherefore, if you hear, or have heard, the Major express any intention of making a new will, I need not suggest the propriety of your giving me immediate warning.” The form of 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇浼氭墍 the sentence was that of an assertion, but the tone was interrogative.
“Dictum sapienti sat est,” answered Dick, sulkily, denying himself the pleasure of translating, and immediately closing his lips tight, as if he dared not trust himself to say another word.
In this mood, Doctor Remy 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎺ㄨ崘 thought it better not to press him further. He had been made to see that he was in his power, and had even yielded a reluctant assent to his will; this was gain enough for the present. So, having reached the point where the roads diverged, he bade Dick a smiling “Good-day,” 鏉窞鎸夋懇鐢佃瘽 turned off toward the Hall; which, it occurred to him, it might be worth while to visit, for the chance of securing useful shreds of information, or of substituting the false will for the true one.
Dick Causton looked after him with a moody, discontented brow. “I am like a leek, a gray head, and all the rest green,” he groaned to himself. “I thought I had made a mighty sharp bargain, but it turns out that I’ve only sold myself to the Devil, t