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it was something special, as Croll had declared his purpose of waiting when told that Mr. Melmotte was not as yet dressed. This happened at about nine oā€™clock in the morning. Melmotte longed to know every detail of Crollā€™s mannerā ā€”to know even the servantā€™s opinion of the clerkā€™s mannerā ā€”but he did not dare to ask a question. Melmotte thought that it might be well to be gracious. ā€œAsk him if he has breakfasted, and if not give him something in the study.ā€ But Mr. Croll had breakfasted and declined any further refreshment.

Nevertheless Melmotte had not as yet made up his mind that he would meet his clerk. His clerk was his clerk. It might perhaps be well that he should first go into the City and send word to Croll, bidding him wait for his return. Over and over again, against his will, the question of flying would present itself to him; but, though he discussed it within his own bosom in every form, he knew that he could not fly. And if he stood his groundā ā€”as most assuredly he would doā ā€”then must he not be afraid to meet any man, let the man come with what thunderbolts in his hand he might. Of course sooner or later some man must come with a thunderboltā ā€”and why not Croll as well as another? He stood against a press in his chamber, with a razor in his hand, and steadied himself. How easily might he put an end to it all! Then he rang his bell and desired that Croll might be shown up into his room.

The three or four minutes which intervened seemed to him to be very long. He had absolutely forgotten in his anxiety that the lather was still upon his face. But he could not smother his anxiety. He was fighting with it at every turn, but he could not conquer it. When the knock came at his door, he grasped at his own breast as though to support himself. With a hoarse voice he told the man to come in, and Croll himself appeared, opening the door gently and very slowly. Melmotte had left the bag which contained the papers in possession of Mr. Brehgert, and he now saw, at a glance, that Croll had got the bag in his handā ā€”and could see also by the shape of the bag that the bag contained the papers. The man therefore had in his own hands, in his own keeping, the very documents to which his own name had been forged! There was no longer a hope, no longer a chance that Croll should be ignorant of what had been done. ā€œWell, Croll,ā€ he said with an attempt at a smile, ā€œwhat brings you here so early?ā€ He was pale as death, and let him struggle as he would, could not restrain himself from trembling.

ā€œHerr Brehgert vas vid me last night,ā€ said Croll.

ā€œEh!ā€

ā€œAnd he thought I had better bring these back to you. Thatā€™s all.ā€ Croll spoke in a very low voice, with his eyes fixed on his masterā€™s face, but with nothing of a threat in his attitude or manner.

ā€œEh!ā€ repeated Melmotte. Even though he might have saved himself from all coming evils by a bold demeanour at that moment, he could not assume it. But it all flashed upon him at a moment. Brehgert had seen Croll after he, Melmotte, had left the City, had then discovered the forgery, and had taken this way of sending back all the forged documents. He had known Brehgert to be of all men who ever lived the most good-natured, but he could hardly believe in pure good-nature such as this. It seemed that the thunderbolt was not yet to fall.

ā€œMr. Brehgert came to me,ā€ continued Croll, ā€œbecause one signature was wanting. It was very late, so I took them home with me. I said Iā€™d bring them to you in the morning.ā€

They both knew that he had forged the documents, Brehgert and Croll; but how would that concern him, Melmotte, if these two friends had resolved together that they would not expose him? He had desired to get the documents back into his own hands, and here they were! Melmotteā€™s immediate trouble arose from the difficulty of speaking in a proper manner to his own servant who had just detected him in forgery. He couldnā€™t speak. There were no words appropriate to such an occasion. ā€œIt vas a strong order, Mr. Melmotte,ā€ said Croll. Melmotte tried to smile but only grinned. ā€œI vill not be back in the Lane, Mr. Melmotte.ā€

ā€œNot back at the office, Croll?ā€

ā€œI tink not;ā ā€”no. De leetle money coming to me, you will send it. Adieu.ā€ And so Mr. Croll took his final leave of his old master after an intercourse which had lasted twenty years. We may imagine that Herr Croll found his spirits to be oppressed and his capacity for business to be obliterated by his patronā€™s misfortunes rather than by his patronā€™s guilt. But he had not behaved unkindly. He had merely remarked that the forgery of his own name half-a-dozen times over was a ā€œstrong order.ā€

Melmotte opened the bag, and examined the documents one by one. It had been necessary that Marie should sign her name some half-dozen times, and Marieā€™s father had made all the necessary forgeries. It had been of course necessary that each name should be witnessed;ā ā€”but here the forger had scamped his work. Crollā€™s name he had written five times; but one forged signature he had left unattested! Again he had himself been at fault. Again he had aided his own ruin by his own carelessness. One seems inclined to think sometimes that any fool might do an honest business. But fraud requires a man to be alive and wide awake at every turn!

Melmotte had desired to have the documents back in his own hands, and now he had them. Did it matter much that Brehgert and Croll both knew the crime which he had committed? Had they meant to take legal steps against him they

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