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not quite free of that jealous mistrust which so often springs on the ground of perfect devotion, whether to women or to institutions.
It was in this mental disposition, physically very empty, but still nauseated by what he had seen, that he had come upon the Professor. Under these conditions which make for irasci- bility in a sound, normal man, this meeting was specially unwelcome to Chief Inspector Heat. He had not been thinking of the Professor ; he had not been thinking of any individual anarchist at all. The complexion of that case had somehow forced upon him the general idea of the absurdity of things human, which in the abstract is sufficiently annoying to an unphilosophical temperament, and in con- crete instances becomes exasperating beyond endurance. At the beginning of his career Chief Inspector Heat had been concerned with the more energetic forms of thieving. He had gained his spurs in that spliere, and naturally enough had kept for it, after his promotion to another department, a feeling not very far removed from affection. Thieving was not a sheer absurdity. It was a form of human in- dustry, perverse indeed, but still an industry exercised in an industrious world ; it was work undertaken for the same reason as the work in
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potteries, in coal mines, in fields, in tool-grind- ing shops. It was labour, whose practical difference from the other forms of labour con- sisted in the nature of its risk, which did not lie in ankylosis, or lead poisoning, or fire-damp, or gritty dust, but in what may be briefly defined in its own special phraseology as " Seven years hard." Chief Inspector Heat was, of course, not insensible to the gravity of moral differences. But neither were the thieves he had been look- ing after. They submitted to the severe sanctions of a morality familiar to Chief Inspector Heat with a certain resignation. They were his fellow-citizens gone wrong be- cause of imperfect education, Chief Inspector Heat believed ; but allowing for that difference, he could understand the mind of a burglar, because, as a matter of fact, the mind and the instincts of a burglar are of the same kind as the mind and the instincts of a police officer. Both recognise the same conventions, and have a working knowledge of each other's methods and of the routine of their respective trades. They understand each other, which is advan- tageous to both, and establishes a sort of amenity in their relations. Products of the same machine, one classed as useful and the other as noxious, they take the machine for
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granted in different ways, but with a serious- ness essentially the same. The mind of Chief Inspector Heat was inaccessible to ideas of revolt. But his thieves were not rebels. His bodily vigour, his cool inflexible manner, his courage and his fairness, had secured for him much respect and some adulation in the sphere of his early successes. He had felt himself revered and admired. And Chief Inspector Heat, arrested within six paces of the anarchist nick-named the Professor, gave a thought of regret to the world of thieves sane, without morbid ideals,- working by routine, respectful of constituted authorities, free from all taint of hate and despair.
After paying this tribute to what is normal in the constitution of society (for the idea of thieving appeared to his instinct as normal as the idea of property), Chief Inspector Heat felt very angry with himself for having stopped, for having spoken, for having taken that way at all on the ground of it being a short cut from the station to the headquarters. And he spoke again in his big authoritative voice, which, being moderated, had a threatening character.
"You are not wanted, I tell you/' he re- peated
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The anarchist did not stir. An inward laugh of derision uncovered not only his teeth but his gums as well, shook him all over, with- out the slightest sound. Chief Inspector Heat was led to add, against his better judgment :
" Not yet. When I want you I will know where to find you."
Those were perfectly proper words, within the tradition and suitable to his character of a police officer addressing one of his special flock. But the reception they got de- parted from tradition and propriety. It was outrageous. The stunted, weakly figure before him spoke at last.
" I've no doubt the papers would give you an obituary notice then. You know best what that would be worth to you. I should think you can imagine easily the sort of stuff that would be printed. But you may be exposed to the unpleasantness of being buried together with me, though I suppose your friends would make an effort to sort us out as much as possible."
With all his healthy contempt for the spirit dictating such speeches, the atrocious allusive- ness of the words had its effect on Chief in- spector Heat. He had too much insight, and too much exact information as well, to dismiss
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them as rot. The dusk of this narrow lane took on a sinister tint from the dark, frail little figure, its back to the wall, and speaking with a weak, self-confident voice. To the vigorous, tenacious vitality of the Chief Inspector, the physical wretchedness of that being, so obviously not fit to live, was ominous; for it seemed to him that if he had the misfortune to be such a miserable object he would not have cared how soon he died. Life had such a strong hold upon him that a Iresh wave of nausea broke out in slight perspiration upon his brow. The murmur of town life, the subdued rumble of wheels in the two invisible streets to the right and left, came through the curve of the sordid lane to his ears with a precious familiarity and an appealing sweetness. He was human. But Chief Inspector Heat was also a man, and he could not let such words pass.
" All this is good to frighten children with," he said. "I'll have you yet."
It was very well said, without scorn, with an almost austere quietness.
" Doubtless," was the answer; "but there's no time like the present, believe me. For a man of real convictions this is a fine oppor- tunity of self-sacrifice. You may not find another so favourable, so humane. There isn't
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even a cat near us, and these condemned old houses would make a good heap of bricks where you stand. You'll never get me at so little cost to life and property, which you are paid to protect/ 1
" You don't know who you're speaking to," said Chief Inspector Heat firmly. " If I were to lay my hands on you now I would be no better than yourself."
"Ah! The game!"
"You may be sure our side will win in the end. It may yet be necessary to make people believe that some of you ought to be shot at sight like mad dogs. Then that will be the game. But I'll be damned if I know what yours is. I don't believe you know yourselves. You'll never get anything by it/ 1
" Meantime it's you who get something from it so far. And you get it easily, too. I won't speak of your salary, but haven't you made your name simply by not understanding what we are after ? "
" What are you after, then ? " asked Chief Inspector Heat, with scornful haste, like a man in a hurry who perceives he is wasting his time.
The perfect anarchist answered by a smile which did not part his thin colourless lips ; and
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the celebrated Chief Inspector felt a sense of superiority which induced him to raise a warn- ing finger.
"Give it up whatever it is/' he said in an admonishing tone, but not so kindly as if he were condescending to give good advice to a cracksman of repute. " Give it up. You'll find we are too many for you."
The fixed smile on the Professor's lips wavered, as if the mocking spirit within had lost its assurance. Chief Inspector Heat went on :
" Don't you believe me eh ? Well, you've only got to look about you. We are. And anyway, you're not doing it well. You're always making a mess of it Why, if the thieves didn't know their work better they would
starve."
The hint of an invincible multitude behind that man's back roused a sombre indignation in the breast of the Professor. He smiled no longer his enigmatic and mocking smile. The resisting power of numbers, the unattackable stolidity of a great multitude, was the haunting fear of his sinister loneliness. His lips trembled for some time before he managed to say in a strangled voice :
11 1 am doing my work better than you're doing yours."
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11 That'll do now," interrupted Chief Inspector Heat hurriedly; and the Professor laughed right out this time. While still laughing he rhoved on ; but he did not laugh long. It was a sad- faced, miserable little man who emerged from the narrow passage into the bustle of the broad thoroughfare. He walked with the nerveless gait of a tramp going on, still going on, in- different to rain or sun in a sinister detachment from the aspects of sky and earth. Chief Inspector Heat, on the other hand, after watch- ing him for a while, stepped out with the pur- poseful briskness of a man disregarding indeed the inclemencies of the weather, but conscious of having an authorised mission on this earth and the moral support of his kind. All the inhabitants of the immense town, the population of the whole country, and even the teeming millions struggling upon the planet, were with him down to the very thieves and mendicants. Yes, the thieves themselves were sure to be with him in his present work. The conscious- ness of universal support in his general activity heartened him to grapple with the particular problem.
The problem immediately before the Chief Inspector was that of managing the Assistant Commissioner of his department, his immediate
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superior. This is the perennial problem of trusty and loyal servants ; anarchism gave it its particular complexion, but nothing more. Truth to say, Chief Inspector Heat thought but little of anarchism. He did not attach undue importance to it, and could never bring himself to consider it seriously. It had more the character of disorderly conduct; dis- orderly without the human excuse of drunken- ness, which at anyrate implies good feeling and an amiable leaning towards festivity. As criminals, anarchists were distinctly no class no class at all.' And recalling the Professor, Chief Inspector Heat, without checking his swinging pace, muttered through his teeth:
" Lunatic."
Catching thieves was another matter alto- gether. It had that quality of seriousness belonging to every form of open sport where the best man wins under perfectly compre- hensible rules. There were no rules for dealing with anarchists. And that was distasteful to the Chief Inspector. It was all foolishness, but that foolishness excited the public mind, affected persons in high places, and touched upon international relations. A hard, merci- less contempt settled rigidly on the Chief In- spector's face as he walked on. His mind ran
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over all the anarchists of his flock. Not one of them had half the spunk of this or that burglar he had known. Not half not one-tenth.
At headquarters the Chief Inspector was admitted at once tothe Assistant Commissioner's private room. He found him, pen in hand, bent over a great table bestrewn with papers, as if worshipping an enormous double inkstand of bronze and crystal. Speaking tubes re- sembling snakes were tied by the heads to the back of the Assistant Commissioner's wooden arm-chair, and their gaping mouths seemed ready to bite his elbows. And in this attitude he raised only his eyes, whose lids were darker than his face and very much creased. The reports had come in : every anarchist had been exactly accounted for.
After saying this he lowered his eyes, signed rapidly two single sheets of paper, and only then laid down his pen, and sat well back, directing an inquiring gaze at his renowned subordinate. The Chief Inspector stood it well, deferential but inscrutable.
" I daresay you were right," said the Assistant Commissioner, "in telling me at first that the London anarchists had nothing to do with this. I quite appreciate the excellent watch kept on them by your men. On the other hand, this,
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for the public, does not amount to more than a confession of ignorance."
The Assistant Commissioner's delivery was leisurely, as it were cautious. His thought seemed to rest poised on a word before passing to another, as though words had been the stepping-stones for his intellect picking its way across the waters of error. " Unless you have brought something useful from Greenwich, he added.
The Chief Inspector began at once the account of his investigation in a clear matter-of- fact manner. ' His superior turning his chair a little, and crossing his thin legs, leaned sideways on his elbow, with one hand shading his eyes. His listening attitude had a sort of angular and sorrowful grace. Gleams as of highly burnished silver played on the sides of his ebony black head when he inclined it slowly at the end.
Chief Inspector Heat waited with the ap- pearance of turning over in his mind all he had just said, but, as a matter of fact, considering the abvisability of saying something more. The Assistant Commissioner cut his hesitation short.
" You believe there were two men ? " he asked, without uncovering his eyes.
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The Chief Inspector thought it more than probable. In his opinion, the two men had parted from each other within a hundred yards from the Observatory walls. He explained also how the other man could have got out of the park speedily without being observed. The fog, though not very dense, was in his favour. He seemed to have escorted the other to the spot, and then to have left him there to do the job single-handed. Taking the time those two were seen coming out of Maze Hill Station by the old woman, and the time when the ex- plosion was heard, the Chief Inspector thought that the other man might have been actually at the Greenwich Park Station, ready to catch the next train up, at the moment his comrade was destroying himself so thoroughly.
" Very thoroughly eh ? " murmured the As- sistant Commissioner from under the shadow of his hand.
The Chief Inspector in a few vigorous words described the aspect of the remains. "The coroners jury will have a treat," he added grimly.
The Assistant Commissioner uncovered his eyes.
" We shall have nothing to tell them," he re- marked languidly.
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He looked up, and for a time watched the markedly non-committal attitude of his Chief Inspector. His nature was one that is not easily accessible to illusions. He knew that a department is at the mercy of its subordinate officers, who have their own conceptions of loyalty. His career had begun in a tropical colony. He had liked his work there. It was police work. He had been very successful in tracking and breaking up certain nefarious secret societies amongst the natives. Then he took his long leave, and got married rather impulsively. It was a good match from a worldly point of view, but his wife formed an unfavourable opinion of the colonial climate on hearsay evidence. On the other hand, she had influential connections. It was an excellent match. But he did not like the work he had to do now. He felt himself dependent on too many subordinates and too many masters. The near presence of that strange emotional phenomenon called public opinion weighed upon his spirits, and alarmed him by its irrational nature. No doubt that from ignorance he ex- aggerated to himself its power for good and evil especially for evil ; and the rough east winds of the English spring (which agreed with his wife) augmented his general mistrust of men's
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motives and of the efficiency of their organisa- tion. The futility of office work especially appalled him on those days so trying to his sensitive liver.
He got up, unfolding himself to his full height, and with a heaviness of step remarkable in so slender a man, moved across the room to the window. The panes streamed with rain, and the short street he looked down into lay wet and empty, as if swept clear suddenly by a great flood. It was a very trying day, choked in raw fog to begin with, and now drowned in cold rain. The flickering, blurred flames of gas-lamps seemed to be dissolving in a watery atmosphere. And the lofty preten- sions of a mankind oppressed by the miserable indignities of the weather appeared as a colos- sal and hopeless vanity deserving of scorn, wonder, and compassion.
" Horrible, horrible ! ' thought the Assistant Commissioner to himself, with his face near the window-pane. " We have been having this sort of thing now for ten days ; no, a fortnight a fortnight." He ceased to think completely for a time. That utter stillness of his brain lasted about three seconds. Then he said per- functorily : " You have set inquiries on foot for tracing that other man up and down the line ? "
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