The Adventures of Dick Maitland | Page 4

most discouraging interview with Mr Herbert,
who was by this time busily engaged upon the preparation of a detailed
statement of the position of affairs, for the information of his late
employer's clients and creditors. This, Mr Herbert explained, was
proving a task of much less difficulty than he had anticipated, since
Cuthbertson had apparently kept an accurate account of all his
gambling transactions--some of which had, latterly, been upon a
gigantic scale-- with the evidently desperate resolution of recovering
his former losses, or ruining himself in the attempt, while he had not
destroyed any of his papers, as so many suicides do before perpetrating
the final act of folly. The position of affairs, as outlined by Mr Herbert,
was gloomy enough, but he made it clear to Dick that for the moment
he was speaking with reserve, as it was impossible for him to say
anything of an absolutely definite character until the
investigation--which was being conducted with the aid of a firm of
chartered accountants of high standing--should be complete.
Having now ascertained all in connection with the deplorable business
that was for the moment possible, Dick returned to his mother and did
his best to comfort and encourage her; but, as might have been

expected, his efforts met with no very great measure of success, seeing
that there was practically nothing of a comforting or encouraging
character in the story told him by Jonas Cuthbertson's chief clerk.
The next morning Dick Maitland returned to Number 19 Paradise
Street, where he found his friend Humphreys as busily engaged as ever
in his work of healing the sick and comforting the sorrowing poor, and
received a welcome from the cheery, genial medico that seemed to ease
his shoulders of at least half their load of anxiety. But it was not until
well on towards evening that the claims upon the Doctor's time and
attention slackened sufficiently to afford an opportunity for Dick to tell
his story, which, after all, was only an amplified edition of the story
originally told in Mrs Maitland's letter.
When at length the tale was fully told, and Humphreys had, by dint of
much cross-questioning, fully mastered all its miserable details, he sat
for half an hour or more, smoking diligently and silently as he
considered in what way he could best help his young friend. At length,
however, an idea seemed to occur to him, for he looked up and said:
"Well, Dick, my friend, it sounds about as bad as anything that I have
heard of for many a long day! Why in the world did that fool of a
lawyer want to meddle with gambling? Why could he not have been
content to devote his energies to the conduct of the business--a
first-class one, according to his chief clerk's account--which his father
left him, and which would have provided him with a very comfortable
living all his days and, probably, a snug competency to retire upon
when he found himself getting too old for work? I tell you what it is,
my boy: this mad craving to get rich quickly is one of the great curses
of these latter days. When it once gets a firm grip upon its victim it
quickly converts the honest, upright man into a conscienceless rogue,
who soon becomes the centre of a widespread circle of ruin and untold
misery! Look at this fellow Cuthbertson. He had an honest and
honourable father; and, as I understand you, was, to start with, himself
perfectly honest and honourable; yet look at him now! What is he?
Why, simply a dishonoured corpse, hastily huddled away into a
suicide's grave; a man who, having utterly spoiled his life, has

presumptuously and prematurely hurried into the presence of his Maker,
burdened not only with the heavy load of his own sin but also with the
responsibility for all the ruin and misery which he has left behind him!
Moralising, however, will not help you, my boy; for if I know anything
at all about you it is that you are not the sort of character to make such
a horrible mess of your life as that poor wretch has done. But now, the
question is: What can I do to help you and your respected mother out of
this slough into which another man's weakness and sin have plunged
you both? Not very much, I am afraid; for I cannot restore to you the
property of which you are robbed. That appears to be gone beyond
recall. But I can do this for you--and it may possibly help you a little--I
can give you a letter of introduction to a man who is under very heavy
obligations to me, and who--being a thoroughly good fellow--will be
more than glad to discharge those obligations if