I
Silas Hamer heard it first on a wintry night in February. He and Dick Borrow had walked from a dinner given by Bernard Seldon, the nerve specialist.
Borrow had been unusually silent, and Silas Hamer asked him with some curiosity what he was thinking about.
Borrow's answer was unexpected.
"I was thinking that of all these men tonight, only two among them could lay claim to happiness.
And that these two, strangely enough, were you and I!"
The word "strangely" was apposite, for no two men could be more dissimilar than Richard Borrow, the hard-working east-end parson, and Silas Hamer, the sleek, complacent man whose millions were a matter of household knowledge.
"It's odd, you know," mused Borrow. "I believe you're the only contented millionaire I've ever met."
Hamer was silent a moment. When he spoke, his tone had altered.
"I used to be a wretched shivering little newspaper boy.
I wanted then - what I've got now! - the comfort and the luxury of money, not its power.
I wanted money, not to wield as a force, but to spend lavishly - on myself!
I'm frank about it, you see.
Money can't buy everything, they say.
Very true. But it can buy everything I want - therefore I'm satisfied.
I'm a materialist, Borrow, out and out a materialist!"
The broad glare of the lighted thoroughfare confirmed this confession of faith.
The sleek lines of Silas Hamer's body were amplified by the heavy fur-lined coat and the white light emphasized the thick rolls of flesh beneath his chin.
In contrast to him walked Dick Borrow with the thin ascetic face and the star-gazing fanatical eyes.
"It's you," said Hamer with emphasis, "that I can't understand."
Borrow smiled.
"I live in the midst of misery, want, starvation - all the ills of the flesh!
And a predominant Vision upholds me.
It's not easy to understand unless you believe in Visions, which I gather you don't."
"I don't believe," said Silas Hamer stolidly, "in any thing I can't see and hear and touch."
"Quite so.
That's the difference between us.
Well, good-bye, the earth now swallows me up!" They had reached the doorway of a lighted tube station, which was Borrow's route home.
Hamer proceeded alone.
He was glad he had sent away the car tonight and elected to walk home.
The air was keen and frosty, his senses were delightfully conscious of the enveloping warmth of the fur-lined coat.
He paused for an instant on the curbstone before crossing the road.
A great motor 'bus was heavily ploughing its way towards him.
Hamer, with the feeling of infinite leisure, waited for it to pass.
If he were to cross in front of it, he would have to hurry - and hurry was distasteful to him.
By his side a battered derelict of the human race rolled drunkenly off the pavement.
Hamer was aware of a shout, an ineffectual swerve of the motor 'bus, and then - he was looking stupidly, with a gradually awakening horror, at a limp inert heap of rags in the middle of the road.
A crowd gathered magically, with a couple of policemen and the 'bus driver as its nucleus.
But Hamer's eyes were riveted in horrified fascination on that lifeless bundle that had once been a man - a man like himself!
He shuddered as at some menace.
"Dahn't yer blime yerself, guv'nor," remarked a rough-looking man at his side. "Yer couldn't 'a done nothin'.
'E was done for anyways."
Hamer stared at him.
The idea that it was possible in any way to save the man had quite honestly never occurred to him.
He scouted the notion now as an absurdity. Why, if he had been so foolish, he might at this moment... His thoughts broke off abruptly, and he walked away from the crowd.
He felt himself shaking with a nameless unquenchable dread. He was forced to admit to himself that he was afraid - horribly afraid - of Death - Death that came with dreadful swiftness and remorseless certainty to rich and poor alike...
He walked faster, but the new fear was still with him, enveloping him in its cold and chilling grasp.
He wondered at himself, for he knew that by nature he was no coward.
Five years ago, he reflected, this fear would not have attacked him.
For then Life had not been so sweet...