Varney the Vampire 2(184)

 

"Well, he was a large, ugly fellow, sure enough, and looked like an old tree."

 

"Did you see him?"

 

"Yes, to be sure I did."

 

"Well, I could not catch a glimpse of his features. In fact, I was too much employed to see anything, and it was much too dark to notice anything particular, even if I had had leisure."

 

"Why, you had as much to do as you could well manage, I must say that, at all events. I didn't see much of him myself; only he was a tall, out-of-the-way sort of chap--a long-legged shark. He gave me such a dig or two as I haven't had for a long while, nor don't want to get again; though I don't care if I face the devil himself. A man can't do more than do his best, doctor."

 

"No, Jack; but there are very few who do do their best, and that's the truth. You have, and have done it to some purpose too. But I have had enough for one day; he was almost strong enough to contend against us both."

 

"Yes, so he was."

 

"And, besides that, he almost carried away the picture--that was a great hindrance to him. Don't you think we could have held him if we had not been fighting over the picture?"

 

"Yes, to be sure we could; we could have gone at him bodily, and held him. He would not have been able to use his hands. We could have hung on him, and I am sure if I came to grapple yard-arm and yard-arm, he would have told a different tale; however, that is neither here nor there. How long had you been here?"

 

"Not very long," replied the doctor, whose head was a little confused by the blows which he had received. "I can't now tell how long, but only a short time, I think."

 

"Where did he come from?" inquired Jack.

 

"Come from, Jack?"

 

"Yes, doctor, where did he came from?--the window, I suppose--the same way he went out, I dare say--it's most likely."

 

"Oh, no, no; he come down from behind the picture. There's some mystery in that picture, I'll swear to it; it's very strange he should make such a desperate attempt to carry it away."

 

"Yes; one would think," said Jack, there was more in it than we can see--that it is worth more than we can believe; perhaps somebody sets particular store by it."

 

"I don't know," said Mr. Chillingworth, shaking his head, "I don't know how that may be; but certain it is, the picture was the object of his visit here--that is very certain."

 

"It was; he was endeavouring to carry it off," said Jack; "it would be a very good ornament to the black hole at Calcutta."

 

"The utility of putting it where it cannot be seen," remarked Mr. Chillingworth, "I cannot very well see; though I dare say it might be all very well."

 

"Yes--its ugly features would be no longer seen; so far, it would be a good job. But are you going to remain here all night, and so make a long watch of it, doctor?"

 

"Why, Jack," said the doctor, "I did intend watching here; but now the game is disturbed, it is of no use remaining here. We have secured the picture, and now there will be no need of remaining in the house; in fact, there is no fear of robbery now."

 

"Not so long as we are here," said Jack Pringle; "the smugglers won't show a head while the revenue cutter is on the look out."

 

"Certainly not, Jack," said Mr. Chillingworth; "I think we have scared them away--the picture is safe."

 

"Yes--so long as we are here."

 

"And longer, too, I hope."

 

Jack shook his head, as much as to intimate that he had many doubts upon such a point, and couldn't be hurried into any concession of opinion of the safety of such a picture as that--much as he disliked it, and as poor an opinion as he had of it.

 

"Don't you think it will be safe?"

 

"No," said Jack.

 

"And why not?" said Mr. Chillingworth, willing to hear what Jack could advance against the opinion he had expressed, especially as he had disturbed the marauder in the very act of robbery.

 

"Why, you'll be watched by this very man; and when you are gone, he will return in safety, and take this plaguey picture away with him."

 

"Well, he might do so," said Mr. Chillingworth, after some thought; "he even endangered his own escape for the purpose of carrying it off."

 

"He wants it," said Jack.

 

"What, the picture?"

 

"Aye, to be sure; do you think anybody would have tried so hard to get away with it? He wants it; and the long and the short of it is, he will have it, despite all that can be done to prevent it; that's my opinion."