John now ran back to the crossing, and, getting once more on the down line, again reversed his engine and ran cautiously back in the direction of the run-away locomotive. He soon came in sight of it, reversed again, and went at such a pace as allowed it to overtake him gradually.

He saw that the steam was still cut off, and that it had advanced that length in consequence of being on an incline, but was somewhat alarmed to receive no signal from his mate. The moment the buffers of the _Lightning_ touched those of the other engine's tender he applied the brakes and brought both engines to a stand. Then, leaping off, he ran to see how it had fared with Will Garvie.

The scene that met his eyes was a very ghastly one. On the floor-plate lay the two men, insensible and covered with blood and coal-dust. Each grasped the other by the throat but Will had gained an advantage from having no neckcloth on, while his own strong hand was twisted into that of his adversary so firmly, that the madman's eyes were almost starting out of their sockets. John Marrot at once cut the 'kerchief with his clasp-knife, and then, feeling that there was urgent need for haste, left them lying there, ran back to his own engine, coupled it to the other, turned on full steam, and, in a short s.p.a.ce of time, ran into Clatterby station.

Here the men were at once removed to the waiting-room, and a doctor--who chanced to be Dr n.o.ble--was called in. It was found that although much bruised and cut as well as exhausted by their conflict, neither Will nor Thomson were seriously injured. After a few restoratives had been applied, the former was conveyed home in a cab, while the latter, under the charge of Mr Sharp and one of his men, was carried off and safely lodged in an asylum.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

A NEST "HARRIED."

Having thus seen one criminal disposed of, Mr Sharp returned to his office to take measures for the arrest of a few more of the same cla.s.s.

Since we last met with our superintendent, he had not led an idle life by any means. A brief reference to some of his recent doings will be an appropriate introduction to the little entertainment which he had provided for himself and his men on that particular evening.

One day he had been informed that wine and spirits had been disappearing unaccountably at a particular station. He visited the place with one of his men, spent the night under a tarpaulin in a goods-shed, and found that one of the plate-layers was in the habit of drawing off spirits with a syphon. The guilty man was handed over to justice, and honest men, who had felt uneasy lest they should be suspected, were relieved.

On another occasion he was sent to investigate a claim made by a man who was in the accident at Langrye Station. This man, who was an auctioneer, had not been hurt at all--only a little skin taken off his nose,--but our fop with the check trousers advised him to make a job of it, and said that he himself and his friend had intended to make a claim, only they had another and more important game in hand, which rendered it advisable for them to keep quiet. This was just before the attack made on Mr Lee in the train between Clatterby and London. The auctioneer had not thought of such a way of raising money, but jumped readily at the idea; went to Glasgow and Dundee, where he consulted doctors--showed them his broken nose, coughed harshly in their ears, complained of nervous affections, pains in the back, loins, and head, and, p.r.i.c.king his gums slightly, spit blood for their edification; spoke of internal injuries, and shook his head lugubriously. Doctors, unlike lawyers, are not constantly on the watch for impostors. The man's peeled and swelled nose was an obvious fact; his other ailments might, or might not, be serious, so they prescribed, condoled with him, charged him nothing, and dismissed him with a hope of speedy cure. Thereafter the auctioneer went down the Clyde to recruit his injured health, and did a little in the way of business, just to keep up his spirits, poor fellow! After that he visited Aberdeen for similar purposes, and then sent in a claim of 150 pounds damages against the Grand National Trunk Railway.

Mr Sharp's first proceeding was to visit the doctors to whom the auctioneer had applied, then he visited the various watering-places whither the man had gone to recruit and ascertained every particular regarding his proceedings. Finally, he went to the north of Scotland to see the interesting invalid himself. He saw and heard him, first, in an auction-room, where he went through a hard day's work even for a healthy man; then he visited him in his hotel and found him, the picture of ruddy health, drinking whisky punch. On stating that he was an agent of the railway company, and had called to have some conversation regarding his claim, some of the auctioneer's ruddy colour fled, but being a bold man, he a.s.sumed a candid air and willingly answered all questions; admitted that he was better, but said that he had lost much time; had for a long period been unable to attend to his professional duties, and still suffered much from internal injuries. Mr Sharp expressed sympathy with him; said that the case, as he put it, was indeed a hard one, and begged of him to put his statement of it down on paper. The auctioneer complied, and thought Mr Sharp a rather benignant railway official. When he had signed his name to the paper, his visitor took it up and said, "Now, Mr Blank, this is all lies from beginning to end. I have traced your history step by step, down to the present time, visited all the places you have been to, conversed with the waiters of the hotels where you put up, have heard you to-day go through as good a day's work as any strong man could desire to do, and have seen you finish up, with a stiff gla.s.s of whisky toddy, which I am very sorry to have interrupted. Now, sir, this is very like an effort to obtain money under false pretences, and, if you don't know what that leads to, you are in a very fair way to find out. The Company which I have the honour to represent, however, is generous. We know that you were in the Langrye accident, for I saw you there, and in consideration of the injury to your nerves and the damage to your proboscis, we are willing to give you a five-pound note as a sort of sticking-plaster at once to your nose and your feelings. If you accept that, good; if not you shall take the consequences of _this_!" The superintendent here held up the written statement playfully, and placed it in his pocket-book. The auctioneer was a wise, if not an honest, man. He thankfully accepted the five pounds, and invited Mr Sharp to join him in a tumbler, which, however, the superintendent politely declined.

But this was a small matter compared with another case which Mr Sharp had just been engaged investigating. It was as follows:--

One afternoon a slight accident occurred on the line by which several pa.s.sengers received trifling injuries. At the time only two people made claim for compensation, one for a few shillings, the other for a few pounds. These cases were at once investigated and settled, and it was thought that there the matter ended. Six months afterwards, however, the company received a letter from the solicitors of a gentleman whose hat it was said, had been driven down on the bridge of his nose, and had abraded the skin; the slight wound had turned into an ulcer, which ultimately a.s.sumed the form of permanent cancer. In consequence of this the gentleman had consulted one doctor in Paris and another in Rome, and had been obliged to undergo an operation--for all of which he claimed compensation to the extent of 5000 pounds. The company being quite unable to tell whether this gentleman was in the accident referred to or not, an investigation was set on foot, in which Mr Sharp bore his part.

At great expense official persons were sent to Paris and to Rome to see the doctors said to have been consulted, and in the end--nearly two years after the accident--the Company was found liable for the 5000 pounds!

While we are on this subject of compensation, it may not be uninteresting to relate a few curious cases, which will give some idea of the manner in which railway companies are squeezed for damages-- sometimes unjustly, and too often fraudulently. On one occasion, a man who said he had been in an accident on one of our large railways, claimed 1000 pounds. In this case the company was fortunately able to prove a conspiracy to defraud, and thus escaped; but in many instances the companies are defeated in fraudulent claims, and there is no redress. The feelings of the juries who try the cases are worked on; patients are brought into Court exhibiting every symptom of hopeless malady, but these same patients not unfrequently possess quite miraculous powers of swift recovery, from what had been styled "incurable damage." One man received 6000 pounds on the supposition that he had been permanently disabled, and within a short period he was attending to his business as well as ever. A youth with a salary of 60 pounds a year claimed and got 1200 pounds on the ground of incurable injury--in other words he was pensioned for life to the extent of 60 pounds a year--and, a year afterwards, it was ascertained that he was "dancing at b.a.l.l.s," and had joined his father in business as if there was nothing the matter with him.

A barmaid who, it was said, received "injuries to the spine of a permanent character," was paid a sum of 1000 pounds as--we were about to write--compensation, but _consolation_ would be the more appropriate term, seeing that she had little or nothing to be compensated for, as she was found capable of "dancing at the Licensed Victuallers' Ball"

soon after the accident and eventually she married! To oblige railways to compensate for loss of time, or property, or health, _to a limited extent_, seems reasonable, but to compel them to pension off people who have suffered little or nothing, with snug little annuities of 50 pounds or 60 pounds, does really seem to be a little too hard; at least so it appears to be in the eyes of one who happens to have no interest whatever in railways, save that general interest in their immense value to the land, and their inestimable comforts in the matter of locomotion.

The whole subject of compensation stands at present on a false footing.

For the comfort of those who wish well to railways, and love justice, we may add in conclusion, that proposals as to modifications have already been mooted and brought before Government, so that in all probability, ere long, impostors will receive a snubbing, and shareholders will receive increased dividends!

But let us return to Mr Sharp. Having, as we have said, gone to his office, he found his faithful servant Blunt there.

"Why, Blunt," he said, sitting down at the table and tearing open a few letters that awaited him, "what a good-looking _porter_ you make!"

"So my wife says, sir," replied Blunt with a perfectly grave face, but with a twinkle in his eye.

"She must be a discriminating woman, Blunt. Well, what news have you to-night? You seemed to think you had found out the thieves at Gorton Station the last time we met."

"So I have, sir, and there are more implicated than we had expected.

The place is a perfect nest of them."

"Not an uncommon state of things," observed Mr Sharp, "for it is well-known that one black sheep spoils a flock. We must weed them all out, Blunt, and get our garden into as tidy a condition as possible; it is beginning to do us credit already, but that Gorton Station has remained too long in a bad state; we must harrow it up a little. Well, let's hear what you have found out. They never suspected you, I suppose?"

"Never had the least suspicion," replied Blunt with a slight approach to a smile. "I've lived with 'em, now, for a considerable time, and the general opinion of 'em about me is that I'm a decent enough fellow, but too slow and stupid to be trusted, so they have not, up to this time, thought me worthy of being made a confidant. However, that didn't matter much, 'cause I managed to get round one o' their wives at last, and she let out the whole affair--in strict confidence, of course, and as a dead secret!

"In fact I have just come from a long and interesting conversation with her. She told me that all the men at the station, with one or two exceptions, were engaged in it, and showed me two of the missing bales of cloth--the cloth, you remember, sir, of which there was such a large quant.i.ty stolen four weeks ago, and for which the company has had to pay. I find that the chief signalman, Davis, is as bad as the rest. It was his wife that gave me the information in a moment of over-confidence."

"Indeed!" exclaimed Sharp, in some surprise; "and what of Sam Natly and Garvie?"

"They're both of 'em innocent, sir," said Blunt. "I did suspect 'em at one time, but I have seen and heard enough to convince me that they have no hand in the business. Natly has been goin' about the station a good deal of late, because the wife of one of the men is a friend of his wife, and used to go up to nurse her sometimes when she was ill. As to Garvie, of course he knows as well as everybody else that some of the men there must be thieves, else goods would not disappear from that station as they do, but _his_ frequent visits there are for the purpose of reclaiming Davis, who, it seems, is an old playmate of his."

"Reclaiming Davis!" exclaimed Sharp.

"Yes, an' it's my opinion that it'll take a cleverer fellow than him to reclaim Davis, for he's one of the worst of the lot; but Garvie is real earnest. I chanced to get behind a hedge one day when they were together, and overheard 'em talkin' about these robberies and other matters, and you would have thought, sir, that the fireman was a regular divine. He could quote Scripture quite in a stunnin' way, sir; an'

_did_ seem badly cut up when his friend told him that it was of no use talkin', for it was too late for _him_ to mend."

"Has Garvie, then, been aware all this time that Davis is one of the thieves, and kept it secret?" asked Sharp.

"No, sir," replied Blunt. "Davis denied that he had any hand in the robberies when Garvie asked him. It was about drink that he was pleadin' with him so hard. You know we have suspected him of that too, of late; but from what I heard he must be a regular toper. Garvie was tryin' to persuade him to become a total abstainer. Says he to him, `You know, Davis, that whatever may be true as to the general question of abstaining from strong drink, _your_ only chance of bein' delivered lies in total abstinence, because the thing has become a _disease_. I know and believe that Christianity would save you from the power of drink, but, depend upon it, that it would do so in the way of inducin'

you of your own free will to "touch not, taste not, handle not, that which" _you_ "will perish by the using."' Seems to me as if there was something in that, sir?" said Blunt, inquiringly.

Sharp nodded a.s.sent.

"Then Garvie does not suspect him of being connected with the robberies?" he asked.

"No," replied Blunt; "but he's a deep file is Davis, and could throw a sharper man than Garvie off the scent."

After a little further conversation on the subject Mr Sharp dismissed the pretended porter to his station, and called upon the superintendent of the police force of Clatterby, from whom he received an addition to his force of men.

That night he led his men to Gorton station, and when he thought a suitable hour had arrived, he caused them to surround the block of buildings in which the men of the station resided. Then, placing Blunt and two or three men in front of Davis's house, he went up to the door alone and knocked.

Mrs Davis opened it. She gave the least possible start on observing by the light of her lobby lamp who her visitor was--for she knew him well.

Mr Sharp took note of the start!

"Good-evening, Mrs Davis," he said.

"Good-evening, sir; this is an unexpected pleasure, Mr Sharp."

"Most of my visits are unexpected, Mrs Davis, but it is only my friends who count them a pleasure. Is your husband within?"

"He is, sir; pray, walk this way; I'm sure he will be delighted to see you. Can you stay to supper with us? we are just going to have it."

"No, thank you, Mrs Davis, I'm out on duty to-night," said Sharp, entering the parlour, where Davis was engaged in reading the newspaper.

"Good-evening, Mr Davis."

Davis rose with a start. Mr Sharp took note of that also.

"Good-evening, Mr Sharp," he said; "sit down, sir; sit down."

"Thank you, I can't sit down. I'm on duty just now. The fact is, Mr Davis, that I am come to make a search among your men, for we have obtained reliable information as to who are the thieves at this station.

As, no doubt, _some_ of the men are honest, and might feel hurt at having their houses searched, I have thought that the best way to prevent any unpleasant feeling is to begin at the top of the free and go downwards. They can't say that I have made fish of one and flesh of another, if I begin, as a mere matter of form, Mr Davis, with yourself."

"Oh, certainly--certainly, Mr Sharp, by all means," replied Davis.