'I presume, therefore, that you can simulate the act of dying.'
'You can, that is, in the presence of other persons, and even of a medical man, pretend to die with such fidelity to nature that a doctor in attendance would not hesitate to grant a certificate of death.'
He repeated my words in such a tone that again doubts passed through my mind. If he was Twickenham it was impossible that such an amount could have the attraction for him which his tone suggested. It was a drop in the ocean compared to the sums which were waiting ready to his hand. Somehow, although not a muscle of his countenance moved, I felt convinced that the figures did appeal to him; and that strongly. If such was the case, then the thing was beyond my comprehension.
My trite observation went unanswered. He continued to puff at his cigar, as if reflecting. I, on my part, stood and watched. Presently he spoke, examining, as he did so, the ash of his cigar with every appearance of interest.
'I dare say you get near enough. Who'll I be when I'm dying--and dead?'
I kept my eyes upon his face; as, indeed, I had done since I came into the room. He did not change countenance in the least.
'But the risk'll be yours. Suppose, in the middle of the show I quit dying, and make a little remark to the effect that my name's Babbacombe; that I'm no Marquis, and that I was put up to this by a man named Smith. You'd look funny.'
'We should both of us be in rather an amusing situation.'
'Will I be supposed to make any remark when I'm dying--any last farewells, or any of that kind of thing?'
'You might express contrition for a wasted life.'
'Yours?--or mine? A bit of yours has been wasted; especially lately--eh? A lot of time seems to waste when you're waiting for dead men's shoes.'
'It's for you to see that I don't have to wait much longer.'
He was silent again. Again he regarded his cigar. A curious smile parted his thin, colourless lips. 'I'm to be the Marquis of Twickenham?'
'As the Marquis of Twickenham I'm to die?'
'Sitting up while they're settling me in the coffin, and remarking that I think I'd like a larger size. That would be one way.'
'Which would render the whole thing null and void.'
'Then are you suggesting that I should be buried--regular, downright buried?--nailed up, put in a hole, and all?'