Robert Louis Stevenson

The Dynamiter

More New Arabian Nights

Warsaw 2019

Contents

A NOTE FOR THE READER

PROLOGUE OF THE CIGAR DIVAN

CHALLONER’S ADVENTURE

THE SQUIRE OF DAMES

STORY OF THE DESTROYING ANGEL

THE SQUIRE OF DAMES (Concluded)

SOMERSET’S ADVENTURE

THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION

NARRATIVE OF THE SPIRITED OLD LADY

THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION (Continued)

ZERO’S TALE OF THE EXPLOSIVE BOMB.

THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION (Continued)

DESBOROUGH’S ADVENTURE

THE BROWN BOX

STORY OF THE FAIR CUBAN

THE BROWN BOX (Concluded)

THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION (Concluded)

EPILOGUE OF THE CIGAR DIVAN

A NOTE FOR THE READER

It is within the bounds of possibility that you may take up this volume, and yet be unacquainted with its predecessor: the first series of New Arabian Nights. The loss is yours–and mine; or to be more exact, my publishers’. But if you are thus unlucky, the least I can do is to pass you a hint. When you shall find a reference in the following pages to one Theophilus Godall of the Bohemian Cigar Divan in Rupert Street, Soho, you must be prepared to recognise, under his features, no less a person than Prince Florizel of Bohemia, formerly one of the magnates of Europe, now dethroned, exiled, impoverished, and embarked in the tobacco trade.

R. L. S.

PROLOGUE OF THE CIGAR DIVAN

In the city of encounters, the Bagdad of the West, and, to be more precise, on the broad northern pavement of Leicester Square, two young men of five- or six-and-twenty met after years of separation. The first, who was of a very smooth address and clothed in the best fashion, hesitated to recognise the pinched and shabby air of his companion.

“What!’ he cried, “Paul Somerset!’

“I am indeed Paul Somerset,’ returned the other, “or what remains of him after a well-deserved experience of poverty and law. But in you, Challoner, I can perceive no change; and time may be said, without hyperbole, to write no wrinkle on your azure brow.’

“All,’ replied Challoner, “is not gold that glitters. But we are here in an ill posture for confidences, and interrupt the movement of these ladies. Let us, if you please, find a more private corner.’

“If you will allow me to guide you,’ replied Somerset, “I will offer you the best cigar in London.’

And taking the arm of his companion, he led him in silence and at a brisk pace to the door of a quiet establishment in Rupert Street, Soho. The entrance was adorned with one of those gigantic Highlanders of wood which have almost risen to the standing of antiquities; and across the window-glass, which sheltered the usual display of pipes, tobacco, and cigars, there ran the gilded legend: “Bohemian Cigar Divan, by T. Godall.’ The interior of the shop was small, but commodious and ornate; the salesman grave, smiling, and urbane; and the two young men, each puffing a select regalia, had soon taken their places on a sofa of mouse-coloured plush and proceeded to exchange their stories.

“I am now,’ said Somerset, “a barrister; but Providence and the attorneys have hitherto denied me the opportunity to shine. A select society at the Cheshire Cheese engaged my evenings; my afternoons, as Mr. Godall could testify, have been generally passed in this divan; and my mornings, I have taken the precaution to abbreviate by not rising before twelve. At this rate, my little patrimony was very rapidly, and I am proud to remember, most agreeably expended. Since then a gentleman, who has really nothing else to recommend him beyond the fact of being my maternal uncle, deals me the small sum of ten shillings a week; and if you behold me once more revisiting the glimpses of the street lamps in my favourite quarter, you will readily divine that I have come into a fortune.’

“I should not have supposed so,’ replied Challoner. “But doubtless I met you on the way to your tailors.’

“It is a visit that I purpose to delay,’ returned Somerset, with a smile. “My fortune has definite limits. It consists, or rather this morning it consisted, of one hundred pounds.’

“That is certainly odd,’ said Challoner; “yes, certainly the coincidence is strange. I am myself reduced to the same margin.’

“You!’ cried Somerset. “And yet Solomon in all his glory–’

“Such is the fact. I am, dear boy, on my last legs,’ said Challoner. “Besides the clothes in which you see me, I have scarcely a decent trouser in my wardrobe; and if I knew how, I would this instant set about some sort of work or commerce. With a hundred pounds for capital, a man should push his way.’

“It may be,’ returned Somerset; “but what to do with mine is more than I can fancy. Mr. Godall,’ he added, addressing the salesman, “you are a man who knows the world: what can a young fellow of reasonable education do with a hundred pounds?’

“It depends,’ replied the salesman, withdrawing his cheroot. “The power of money is an article of faith in which I profess myself a sceptic. A hundred pounds will with difficulty support you for a year; with somewhat more difficulty you may spend it in a night; and without any difficulty at all you may lose it in five minutes on the Stock Exchange. If you are of that stamp of man that rises, a penny would be as useful; if you belong to those that fall, a penny would be no more useless. When I was myself thrown unexpectedly upon the world, it was my fortune to possess an art: I knew a good cigar. Do you know nothing, Mr. Somerset?’

“Not even law,’ was the reply.

“The answer is worthy of a sage,’ returned Mr. Godall. “And you, sir,’ he continued, turning to Challoner, “as the friend of Mr. Somerset, may I be allowed to address you the same question?’

“Well,’ replied Challoner, “I play a fair hand at whist.’

“How many persons are there in London,’ returned the salesman, “who have two-and-thirty teeth? Believe me, young gentleman, there are more still who play a fair hand at whist. Whist, sir, is wide as the world; ’tis an accomplishment like breathing. I once knew a youth who announced that he was studying to be Chancellor of England; the design was certainly ambitious; but I find it less excessive than that of the man who aspires to make a livelihood by whist.’

“Dear me,’ said Challoner, “I am afraid I shall have to fall to be a working man.’

“Fall to be a working man?’ echoed Mr. Godall. “Suppose a rural dean to be unfrocked, does he fall to be a major? suppose a captain were cashiered, would he fall to be a puisne judge? The ignorance of your middle class surprises me. Outside itself, it thinks the world to lie quite ignorant and equal, sunk in a common degradation; but to the eye of the observer, all ranks are seen to stand in ordered hierarchies, and each adorned with its particular aptitudes and knowledge. By the defects of your education you are more disqualified to be a working man than to be the ruler of an empire. The gulf, sir, is below; and the true learned arts–those which alone are safe from the competition of insurgent laymen–are those which give his title to the artisan.’

“This is a very pompous fellow,’ said Challoner, in the ear of his companion.

“He is immense,’ said Somerset.

Just then the door of the divan was opened, and a third young fellow made his appearance, and rather bashfully requested some tobacco. He was younger than the others; and, in a somewhat meaningless and altogether English way, he was a handsome lad. When he had been served, and had lighted his pipe and taken his place upon the sofa, he recalled himself to Challoner by the name of Desborough.

“Desborough, to be sure,’ cried Challoner. “Well, Desborough, and what do you do?’

“The fact is,’ said Desborough, “that I am doing nothing.’

“A private fortune possibly?’ inquired the other.

“Well, no,’ replied Desborough, rather sulkily. “The fact is that I am waiting for something to turn up.’

“All in the same boat!’ cried Somerset. “And have you, too, one hundred pounds?’

“Worse luck,’ said Mr. Desborough.

“This is a very pathetic sight, Mr. Godall,’ said Somerset: “Three futiles.’

“A character of this crowded age,’ returned the salesman.

“Sir,’ said Somerset, “I deny that the age is crowded; I will admit one fact, and one fact only: that I am futile, that he is futile, and that we are all three as futile as the devil. What am I? I have smattered law, smattered letters, smattered geography, smattered mathematics; I have even a working knowledge of judicial astrology; and here I stand, all London roaring by at the street’s end, as impotent as any baby. I have a prodigious contempt for my maternal uncle; but without him, it is idle to deny it, I should simply resolve into my elements like an unstable mixture. I begin to perceive that it is necessary to know some one thing to the bottom–were it only literature. And yet, sir, the man of the world is a great feature of this age; he is possessed of an extraordinary mass and variety of knowledge; he is everywhere at home; he has seen life in all its phases; and it is impossible but that this great habit of existence should bear fruit. I count myself a man of the world, accomplished, cap-à-pie. So do you, Challoner. And you, Mr. Desborough?’

“Oh yes,’ returned the young man.

“Well then, Mr. Godall, here we stand, three men of the world, without a trade to cover us, but planted at the strategic centre of the universe (for so you will allow me to call Rupert Street), in the midst of the chief mass of people, and within ear-shot of the most continuous chink of money on the surface of the globe. Sir, as civilised men, what do we do? I will show you. You take in a paper?’

“I take,’ said Mr. Godall solemnly, “the best paper in the world, the Standard.’

“Good,’ resumed Somerset. “I now hold it in my hand, the voice of the world, a telephone repeating all men’s wants. I open it, and where my eye first falls–well, no, not Morrison’s Pills–but here, sure enough, and but a little above, I find the joint that I was seeking; here is the weak spot in the armour of society. Here is a want, a plaint, an offer of substantial gratitude: “Two hundred Pounds Reward.–The above reward will be paid to any person giving information as to the identity and whereabouts of a man observed yesterday in the neighbourhood of the Green Park. He was over six feet in height, with shoulders disproportionately broad, close shaved, with black moustaches, and wearing a sealskin great-coat.” There, gentlemen, our fortune, if not made, is founded.’

“Do you then propose, dear boy, that we should turn detectives?’ inquired Challoner.

“Do I propose it? No, sir,’ cried Somerset. “It is reason, destiny, the plain face of the world, that commands and imposes it. Here all our merits tell; our manners, habit of the world, powers of conversation, vast stores of unconnected knowledge, all that we are and have builds up the character of the complete detective. It is, in short, the only profession for a gentleman.’

“The proposition is perhaps excessive,’ replied Challoner; “for hitherto I own I have regarded it as of all dirty, sneaking, and ungentlemanly trades, the least and lowest.’

“To defend society?’ asked Somerset; “to stake one’s life for others? to deracinate occult and powerful evil? I appeal to Mr. Godall. He, at least, as a philosophic looker-on at life, will spit upon such philistine opinions. He knows that the policeman, as he is called upon continually to face greater odds, and that both worse equipped and for a better cause, is in form and essence a more noble hero than the soldier. Do you, by any chance, deceive yourself into supposing that a general would either ask or expect, from the best army ever marshalled, and on the most momentous battle-field, the conduct of a common constable at Peckham Rye?’

“I did not understand we were to join the force,’ said Challoner.

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