A Gamble with Life. Hocking Silas Kitto

K. Silas Kitto

      A Gamble with Life

      CHAPTER I

      A STRANGE COMPACT

      "Well, of all the hare-brained proposals I ever listened to, this takes the bun"; and Felix Muller adjusted his pince-nez and lay back in his chair and laughed softly.

      "But why hare-brained?" asked his companion, seriously. "Singular, I admit it may be; startling if you like, but I do not see that there is anything in it to laugh at."

      "You don't?" and the lawyer's face became suddenly grave. "Do you realise what your proposal implies?"

      "I think I do," and Rufus Sterne's face flushed slightly; "but you are thinking of a contingency that will never arise."

      "Perhaps I am; but every contingency must be guarded against," and Felix Muller took off his glasses and wiped them meditatively. "You say you are confident of success, and I am bound to admit, from what I know of you and your scheme, I think your confidence is well founded. But you know as well as I do, that nothing is certain in this world but death."

      "Well?"

      "You may fail. Something may happen you cannot foresee."

      "I grant it, as a remote – an exceedingly remote – possibility. But in such an event you will be covered by my life assurance policy."

      "But you may live for another fifty years."

      Rufus Sterne shook his head and smiled gravely.

      "If I fail," he said, "I shall have no further use for life. You need be under no apprehension on that score. The money for which my life is insured will be paid into your hands without any unnecessary delay. I know the company."

      "But it would be a direct contravention of the law, and would entitle the company to refuse – "

      "My dear sir," Sterne interrupted, sharply, "there are many roads into the land of oblivion. Exits can be arranged, if the parties so desire, in a perfectly natural manner. You need not fear that trouble will arise on that score."

      "Nevertheless, I confess I do not like the proposal."

      "You seem to have grown suddenly very squeamish," Sterne said, with a slight curl of the lip. "I have always understood that you set no particular value on human life. Indeed, I have heard you argue that a man's life is his own to do as he likes with – to continue it or end it, as seems good in his own eyes."

      "I am still of the same opinion. No, I am no sentimentalist. The rubbish talked by parsons and so-called humanitarians makes me ill. All the same I would prefer that someone else – "

      "There is no one else," Rufus Sterne broke in, irritably. "You are my last hope. A thousand pounds now will lead me on to fame and fortune. You have the money. You can lend it to me if you like, and for security I make you my sole legatee."

      "But the money is not mine, and must be paid back by the 31st of December of next year without fail."

      "That gives eighteen months and more," and Sterne laughed. "My dear fellow, six months or a little more will see the thing through."

      "I like to see a man confident," Felix Muller said, a little uneasily. "But there is such a thing as over-confidence, as you know. I should be better pleased if you were a little less cocksure."

      "But man alive, I have been working at this thing for years. I have tested every link in the chain, if you will allow me to say so. I have faced every possible contingency. I have gone over the ground so often that I know every inch of the way. I have anticipated every objection, every weakness, every flaw, and have provided against it. All I want now is a thousand pounds in hard cash, and in a year's time I shall be able to repay it ten-fold."

      "You hope so."

      "I am sure of it; as far as a man can be sure of anything in this stupid world. The more or less unpleasant contingency that you persist in looking at will never occur."

      "But it may occur," Muller persisted.

      "Well, if it does you will not suffer; and I shall be glad to hide myself and be at rest."

      "You say that now."

      "Do you doubt my courage or my honour?" Sterne demanded, sharply.

      "No, I doubt neither," Muller said, slowly; "but the instinct of life is strong – especially in the young."

      "When a man has something to live for – some great purpose to achieve, or some proud ambition to realise, he naturally wants to live. But take away that something, and life is a squeezed orange which he is glad to fling away."

      "People still cling to life when they have nothing left to live for," Muller said, reflectively.

      "Sentimentalists and cowards," Sterne broke in, hastily. "Men who have been robbed of their courage by priestly superstitions. But you and I have thrown off the swaddling clothes in which we were reared. Your German philosophers have not reflected and written for nothing."

      "I am an Englishman," Muller broke in, hastily.

      "I do not dispute it for a moment," Sterne said, with a laugh. "But let us not get away from the subject we have in hand. The question is will you accommodate me or will you not?"

      "If I do not you will curse me to-day," Muller said, with a drawl; "and if I do, you may curse me more bitterly eighteen months hence. So it seems to me it is a choice between two evils."

      "There you are mistaken," Sterne replied. "I certainly shall curse you if you refuse me, but if you become my friend to-day I shall never cease to bless you."

      "Not if you fail?"

      "Why will you persist in harping on that one string? I shall not fail. Failure is out of the reckoning. I am as certain of success as I am of my own existence."

      "'Let him that thinketh he standeth take heed lest he fall.'"

      "Please, Muller, don't quote the Bible to me."

      "It is sound philosophy wherever it is taken from. Besides, the Bible is good literature."

      "So is Dante's 'Inferno.' But if you were dosed with it morning, noon and night, for the space of fifteen or twenty years, you would be glad to have a little respite. But we are getting away again from the subject in hand. Let's stick to the one point till we've done with it. If you've made up your mind that you won't help me, say so."

      "My dear fellow, all that I've been anxious to do is to enable you, if possible, to realise all that such a contract implies."

      "Well, if I didn't realise it before, I do now. You've been very faithful."

      "And you still wish to enter into the arrangement?"

      "Of course I do. What do you take me for?"

      "Remember, I am no sentimentalist, and whatever may happen to you, I shall be compelled in the end to claim my bond."

      Sterne laughed a little bitterly. "You do not mean to insult me, I know. Nevertheless your words imply a doubt that I cannot help resenting. If the worst comes to the worst, you will have no need to claim your bond. You will get your own back without effort, and with compound interest."

      "I have no desire to insult you, certainly. But equally am I desirous of preventing any misunderstanding later on. In a business transaction of this kind one cannot be too explicit. The time-limit I am compelled to insist upon."

      "It is quite ample," Sterne broke in, impatiently. "I shall know my fate long before the end of next year."

      "I hope you will succeed even beyond what you hope for."

      "Let me tell you for the twentieth time that I am bound to succeed. When shall I have the money?"

      "The day after to-morrow."

      "That will do. Now I am a happy man."

      "I hope you will never have cause to regret the bargain."

      "You shall not, in any case."

      The lawyer smiled, and lowered his eyebrows. "From a professional point of view," he said, reflectively, "it is not, of course, good business."

      Sterne