the man who knew too much-第32章
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re…jawed； blunt…featured man with a pugnacious cock of the eyebrow。 He had been pickled in the politics of that countryside from boyhood； he knew everybody's secrets； and electioneering was the romance of his life。
〃I suppose you think I'm devoured with ambition；〃 said Horne Fisher； in his rather listless voice； 〃aiming at a dictatorship and all that。 Well； I think I can clear myself of the charge of mere selfish ambition。 I only want certain things done。 I don't want to do them。 I very seldom want to do anything。 And I've come here to say that I'm quite willing to retire from the contest if you can convince me that we really want to do the same thing。〃
The agent of the Reform party looked at him with an odd and slightly puzzled expression； and before he could reply； Fisher went on in the same level tones：
〃You'd hardly believe it； but I keep a conscience concealed about me； and I am in doubt about several things。 For instance； we both want to turn Verner out of Parliament； but what weapon are we to use？ I've heard a lot of gossip against him； but is it right to act on mere gossip？ Just as I want to be fair to you； so I want to be fair to him。 If some of the things I've heard are true he ought to be turned out of Parliament and every other club in London。 But I don't want to turn him out of Parliament if they aren't true。〃
At this point the light of battle sprang into Mr。 Gryce's eyes and he became voluble； not to say violent。 He； at any rate； had no doubt that the stories were true； he could testify； to his own knowledge； that they were true。 Verner was not only a hard landlord； but a mean landlord； a robber as well as a rackrenter； any gentleman would be justified in hounding him out。 He had cheated old Wilkins out of his freehold by a trick fit for a pickpocket； he had driven old Mother Biddle to the workhouse； he had stretched the law against Long Adam； the poacher； till all the magistrates were ashamed of him。
〃So if you'll serve under the old banner；〃 concluded Mr。 Gryce； more genially； 〃and turn out a swindling tyrant like that； I'm sure you'll never regret it。〃
〃And if that is the truth；〃 said Horne Fisher； 〃are you going to tell it？〃
〃What do you mean？ Tell the truth？〃 demanded Gryce。
〃I mean you are going to tell the truth as you have just told it；〃 replied Fisher。 〃You are going to placard this town with the wickedness done to old Wilkins。 You are going to fill the newspapers with the infamous story of Mrs。 Biddle。 You are going to denounce Verner from a public platform； naming him for what he did and naming the poacher he did it to。 And you're going to find out by what trade this man made the money with which he bought the estate； and when you know the truth； as I said before； of course you are going to tell it。 Upon those terms I come under the old flag； as you call it； and haul down my little pennon。〃
The agent was eying him with a curious expression； surly but not entirely unsympathetic。 〃Well；〃 he said； slowly； 〃you have to do these things in a regular way； you know； or people don't understand。 I've had a lot of experience； and I'm afraid what you say wouldn't do。 People understand slanging squires in a general way； but those personalities aren't considered fair play。 Looks like hitting below the belt。〃
〃Old Wilkins hasn't got a belt； I suppose；〃 replied Horne Fisher。 〃Verner can hit him anyhow； and nobody must say a word。 It's evidently very important to have a belt。 But apparently you have to be rather high up in society to have one。 Possibly；〃 he added； thoughtfully〃possibly the explanation of the phrase 'a belted earl；' the meaning of which has always escaped me。〃
〃I mean those personalities won't do；〃 returned Gryce； frowning at the table。
〃And Mother Biddle and Long Adam； the poacher； are not personalities；〃 said Fisher； 〃and suppose we mustn't ask how Verner made all the money that enabled him to becomea personality。〃
Gryce was still looking at him under lowering brows； but the singular light in his eyes had brightened。 At last he said； in another and much quieter voice：
〃Look here； sir。 I like you； if you don't mind my saying so。 I think you are really on the side of the people and I'm sure you're a brave man。 A lot braver than you know； perhaps。 We daren't touch what you propose with a barge pole； and so far from wanting you in the old party； we'd rather you ran your own risk by yourself。 But because I like you and respect your pluck； I'll do you a good turn before we part。 I don't want you to waste time barking up the wrong tree。 You talk about how the new squire got the money to buy； and the ruin of the old squire； and all the rest of it。 Well； I'll give you a hint about that； a hint about something precious few people know。〃
〃I am very grateful；〃 said Fisher； gravely。 〃What is it？〃
〃It's in two words；〃 said the other。 〃The new squire was quite poor when he bought。 The old squire was quite rich when he sold。〃
Horne Fisher looked at him thoughtfully as he turned away abruptly and busied himself with the papers on his desk。 Then Fisher uttered a short phrase of thanks and farewell； and went out into the street； still very thoughtful。
His reflection seemed to end in resolution； and； falling into a more rapid stride； he passed out of the little town along a road leading toward the gate of the great park； the country seat of Sir Francis Verner。 A glitter of sunlight made the early winter more like a late autumn； and the dark woods were touched here and there with red and golden leaves； like the last rays of a lost sunset。 From a higher part of the road he had seen the long； classical facade of the great house with its many windows； almost immediately beneath him； but when the road ran down under the wall of the estate； topped with towering trees behind； he realized that it was half a mile round to the lodge gates； After walking for a few minutes along the lane； however； he came to a place where the wall had cracked and was in process of repair。 As it was； there was a great gap in the gray masonry that looked at first as black as a cavern and only showed at a second glance the twilight of the twinkling trees。 There was something fascinating about that unexpected gate； like the opening of a fairy tale。
Horne Fisher had in him something of the aristocrat； which is very near to the anarchist。 It was characteristic of him that he turned into this dark and irregular entry as casually as into his own front door； merely thinking that it would be a short cut to the house。 He made his way through the dim wood for some distance and with some difficulty； until there began to shine through the trees a level light； in lines of silver； which he did not at first understand。 The next moment he had come out into the daylight at the top of a steep bank； at the bottom of which a path ran round the rim of a large ornamental lake。 The sheet of water which he had seen shimmering through the trees was of considerable extent； but was walled in on every side with woods which were not only dark； but decidedly dismal。 At one end of the path was a classical statue of some nameless nymph； and at the other end it was flanked by two classical urns； but the marble was weather…stained and streaked with green and gray。 A hundred other signs； smaller but more significant； told him that he had come on some outlying corner of the grounds neglected and seldom visited。 In the middle of the lake was what appeared to be an island； and on the island what appeared to be meant for a classical temple； not open like a temple of the winds； but with a blank wall between its Doric pillars。 We may say it only seemed like an island； because a second glance revealed a low causeway of flat stones running up to it from the shore and turning it into a peninsula。 And certainly it only seemed like a temple； for nobody knew better than Horne Fisher that no god had ever dwelt in that shrine。
〃That's what makes all this classical landscape gardening so desolate；〃 he said to himself。 〃More desolate than Stonehenge or the Pyramids。 We don't believe in Egyptian mythology； but the Egyptians did； and I suppose even the Druids believed in Druidism。 But the eighteenth…century gentleman who built these temples didn't b
