the club of queer trades-第2章
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as flung open； and a pale； fiery man； with red hair and a huge furred overcoat； swung himself panting into the room。
〃Sorry to bother you； Basil；〃 he gasped。 〃I took a libertymade an appointment here with a mana clientin five minutesI beg your pardon； sir；〃 and he gave me a bow of apology。
Basil smiled at me。 〃You didn't know；〃 he said； 〃that I had a practical brother。 This is Rupert Grant； Esquire； who can and does all there is to be done。 Just as I was a failure at one thing； he is a success at everything。 I remember him as a journalist； a house…agent； a naturalist； an inventor； a publisher； a schoolmaster； awhat are you now； Rupert？〃
〃I am and have been for some time；〃 said Rupert； with some dignity； 〃a private detective； and there's my client。〃
A loud rap at the door had cut him short； and； on permission being given； the door was thrown sharply open and a stout； dapper man walked swiftly into the room； set his silk hat with a clap on the table； and said； 〃Good evening； gentlemen；〃 with a stress on the last syllable that somehow marked him out as a martinet； military； literary and social。 He had a large head streaked with black and grey； and an abrupt black moustache； which gave him a look of fierceness which was contradicted by his sad sea…blue eyes。
Basil immediately said to me； 〃Let us come into the next room； Gully；〃 and was moving towards the door； but the stranger said：
〃Not at all。 Friends remain。 Assistance possibly。〃
The moment I heard him speak I remembered who he was； a certain Major Brown I had met years before in Basil's society。 I had forgotten altogether the black dandified figure and the large solemn head； but I remembered the peculiar speech； which consisted of only saying about a quarter of each sentence； and that sharply； like the crack of a gun。 I do not know； it may have come from giving orders to troops。
Major Brown was a V。C。； and an able and distinguished soldier； but he was anything but a warlike person。 Like many among the iron men who recovered British India； he was a man with the natural beliefs and tastes of an old maid。 In his dress he was dapper and yet demure； in his habits he was precise to the point of the exact adjustment of a tea…cup。 One enthusiasm he had； which was of the nature of a religionthe cultivation of pansies。 And when he talked about his collection； his blue eyes glittered like a child's at a new toy； the eyes that had remained untroubled when the troops were roaring victory round Roberts at Candahar。
〃Well； Major；〃 said Rupert Grant； with a lordly heartiness； flinging himself into a chair； 〃what is the matter with you？〃
〃Yellow pansies。 Coal…cellar。 P。 G。 Northover；〃 said the Major； with righteous indignation。
We glanced at each other with inquisitiveness。 Basil； who had his eyes shut in his abstracted way； said simply：
〃I beg your pardon。〃
〃Fact is。 Street； you know； man； pansies。 On wall。 Death to me。 Something。 Preposterous。〃
We shook our heads gently。 Bit by bit； and mainly by the seemingly sleepy assistance of Basil Grant； we pieced together the Major's fragmentary； but excited narration。 It would be infamous to submit the reader to what we endured； therefore I will tell the story of Major Brown in my own words。 But the reader must imagine the scene。 The eyes of Basil closed as in a trance； after his habit； and the eyes of Rupert and myself getting rounder and rounder as we listened to one of the most astounding stories in the world； from the lips of the little man in black； sitting bolt upright in his chair and talking like a telegram。
Major Brown was； I have said； a successful soldier； but by no means an enthusiastic one。 So far from regretting his retirement on half…pay； it was with delight that he took a small neat villa； very like a doll's house； and devoted the rest of his life to pansies and weak tea。 The thought that battles were over when he had once hung up his sword in the little front hall （along with two patent stew…pots and a bad water…colour）； and betaken himself instead to wielding the rake in his little sunlit garden； was to him like having come into a harbour in heaven。 He was Dutch…like and precise in his taste in gardening； and had； perhaps； some tendency to drill his flowers like soldiers。 He was one of those men who are capable of putting four umbrellas in the stand rather than three； so that two may lean one way and two another； he saw life like a pattern in a freehand drawing…book。 And assuredly he would not have believed； or even understood； any one who had told him that within a few yards of his brick paradise he was destined to be caught in a whirlpool of incredible adventure； such as he had never seen or dreamed of in the horrible jungle； or the heat of battle。
One certain bright and windy afternoon； the Major； attired in his usual faultless manner； had set out for his usual constitutional。 In crossing from one great residential thoroughfare to another； he happened to pass along one of those aimless…looking lanes which lie along the back…garden walls of a row of mansions； and which in their empty and discoloured appearance give one an odd sensation as of being behind the scenes of a theatre。 But mean and sulky as the scene might be in the eyes of most of us； it was not altogether so in the Major's； for along the coarse gravel footway was coming a thing which was to him what the passing of a religious procession is to a devout person。 A large； heavy man； with fish…blue eyes and a ring of irradiating red beard； was pushing before him a barrow； which was ablaze with incomparable flowers。 There were splendid specimens of almost every order； but the Major's own favourite pansies predominated。 The Major stopped and fell into conversation； and then into bargaining。 He treated the man after the manner of collectors and other mad men； that is to say； he carefully and with a sort of anguish selected the best roots from the less excellent； praised some； disparaged others； made a subtle scale ranging from a thrilling worth and rarity to a degraded insignificance； and then bought them all。 The man was just pushing off his barrow when he stopped and came close to the Major。
〃I'll tell you what； sir；〃 he said。 〃If you're interested in them things； you just get on to that wall。〃
〃On the wall！〃 cried the scandalised Major； whose conventional soul quailed within him at the thought of such fantastic trespass。
〃Finest show of yellow pansies in England in that there garden； sir；〃 hissed the tempter。 〃I'll help you up； sir。〃
How it happened no one will ever know but that positive enthusiasm of the Major's life triumphed over all its negative traditions； and with an easy leap and swing that showed that he was in no need of physical assistance； he stood on the wall at the end of the strange garden。 The second after； the flapping of the frock…coat at his knees made him feel inexpressibly a fool。 But the next instant all such trifling sentiments were swallowed up by the most appalling shock of surprise the old soldier had ever felt in all his bold and wandering existence。 His eyes fell upon the garden； and there across a large bed in the centre of the lawn was a vast pattern of pansies； they were splendid flowers； but for once it was not their horticultural aspects that Major Brown beheld； for the pansies were arranged in gigantic capital letters so as to form the sentence：
DEATH TO MAJOR BROWN
A kindly looking old man； with white whiskers； was watering them。 Brown looked sharply back at the road behind him； the man with the barrow had suddenly vanished。 Then he looked again at the lawn with its incredible inscription。 Another man might have thought he had gone mad； but Brown did not。 When romantic ladies gushed over his V。C。 and his military exploits； he sometimes felt himself to be a painfully prosaic person； but by the same token he knew he was incurably sane。 Another man； again； might have thought himself a victim of a passing practical joke； but Brown could not easily believe this。 He knew from his own quaint learning that the garden arrangement was an elaborate and expensive one； he thought it extravagantly improbable that any one would pour out money like water for a joke against him。 Having no explanatio
