Chapter 2. Black Innocents

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_ CHAPTER TWO. BLACK INNOCENTS

The examination of the men was not a pleasant duty, but it was carried out in the most matter-of-fact way by a couple of experienced white men, who began at once.

"Now, you," cried the one who seemed to be the head; "this way."

The big black spoken to stepped forward at once, smiling good-temperedly, and stopped by a heavy wooden stool, upon which he planted a foot, and in obedience to orders separated his toes in turn to show that he had no diamonds hidden between them. Then he was seized by the searchers, the first holding the black's head on one side while his companion took hold of the lobe of the right ear and twisted it about, ending by thrusting in a small wooden scoop and afterwards turning it to act as a sound.

"Don't seem to have a diamond in there," said Anson, smiling and looking very innocent, but deeply interested. "Turn him over."

But the searchers had not waited for Anson's words, and were already turning the black's head over, the man yielding himself to every push and thrust, smiling good-humouredly the while, though the treatment was decidedly rough.

"Nothing in the other ear," said Anson, smiling at West. "Shouldn't wonder if he's got ever so many tucked in his cheeks, like a monkey pouches nuts."

This time it seemed as if the same idea had struck the searchers, for the black was ordered to open his mouth, and a big coarse finger was thrust in, and the interior of the mouth was carefully explored, without result.

"Here, I know," whispered Anson, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, the artfulness of the beggar!"

"Where are they, then, old Double-cunning?" cried Ingleborough contemptuously.

"Stuck with gum in amongst his woolly hair--I say, isn't it fun?"

"Rather disgusting," replied West. "I shouldn't like the job."

"Oh, I don't know," said Anson; "it sets me thinking, and it's interesting. Hah! I was right."

He stood rubbing his hands together in his childish enjoyment, while one of the searchers carefully passed his hands all over the black's head, but found no small diamonds tangled up amongst the curly little knots of hair.

"Well, I did think he'd got some there," continued Anson.--"Oh, of course! One might have guessed it before."

This was upon the black's head being forced back a trifle, while a pinch of snuff was blown through a pea-shooter right into the prisoner's nose, making him sneeze violently.

But still no diamonds made their appearance, and after a little further search the man was set at liberty, giving place to another supposed culprit.

This man came up smiling and confident, opening his mouth wide, to display its state of innocency and a magnificent set of teeth at the same time.

"Take care! he bites," said Ingleborough banteringly; and Anson, who had pressed to the front, started back in horror, to be greeted with a burst of laughter.

"How fond you are of a joke!" he cried, smoothing his face.

At the same moment one of the searchers sent a puff of snuff in the black's face, with the result that he was seized with a violent burst of coughing and sneezing.

"Two--three--four!" cried Anson excitedly, and, springing forward, he picked up three of the diamonds ejected by the black, who, after a little further search, yielded up a couple of very small stones from one ear, and was marched off for punishment.

"I do like this!" said Anson, rubbing his hands together. "What brutes of thieves they are!"

"Yes, you ought to take to searching," said West, smiling. "You'd make a capital detective."

"Think so?" said the young man, growing serious directly. "You're not chaffing me, are you?"

"Chaffing? Not at all! I mean it," replied West.

"Well, do you know," said Anson, in a confidential way, "I don't think I should make a bad one. I know I should like it better than the work I do now. But look what a big strong fellow this one is. I wonder whether he has any."

"Half-a-dozen, I daresay," said West, looking curiously at another stalwart black, who came forward slowly and unwillingly to take the place of the second man, set aside for punishment.

"N-n-no," said Anson thoughtfully. "I don't think this one has any."

"Why?" asked West.

"I can't say," replied Anson dreamily. "I only know that I don't think he has any." And, as it happened, the most rigid examination failed to discover any of the gems. But, all the same, the culprit was set aside for punishment, two of the watchers present at the examination declaring that they had seen him put his hand to his mouth and swallow something.

The next man, upon being summoned to the stool, came up boldly and displayed a child-like eagerness to prove his innocence, opening his mouth widely and passing his fore-fingers round between gums and cheeks, thrusting his little fingers into his ears, and then bending down and going through the motion of one washing his head.

But he did not wash any gems out of his shock of little nubbly curls.

"No got no dymons, boss," he cried. "Me go now, boss?"

"No," said the chief searcher sharply. "Clap that foot of yours upon the stool."

The black stared at him hard and shook his head.

"Do you hear?" cried the searcher. "Clap that right foot upon the stool."

The black stared at him vacantly, shook his head again, and turned to the second searcher, who translated the order into the man's own tongue.

At this the black smiled and nodded. Then, turning to the chief searcher, he placed his bare left foot upon the stool.

"No, no: the other," cried the stern official, pointing to the right foot, and the order was emphasised by his assistant.

Once more the black looked intelligent, placed both his feet upon the ground, changed them several times by shuffling them about, and once more placed his left foot upon the stool.

Anson chuckled with delight, and turned to West.

But this act on the part of the black was too much for the chief searcher's composure.

"Up with the black scoundrel's foot!" he roared, and his assistant seized the black's ankle, and gave it such a vigorous hoist that the man's equilibrium was upset, so that, though the foot was planted firmly on the stool, he fell over backwards, leaving his support upon the stool, where it was probed by the searchers, who were not at all surprised to find a large stone hidden between the little and the next toe.

"There's a blackguard!" cried Anson excitedly, turning to his companions. "He ought to be well flogged, and no mistake. Well, I never!"

The last words were uttered in disgust at the man's behaviour, for he burst into a hearty laugh as if thoroughly enjoying the discovery, professing at the same time to be utterly astonished.

"How come there?" he cried. "'Tick 'tween um toe--so."

He illustrated "so" by stamping his foot down over and over again and raising it up, the last time cleverly picking an ordinary pebble from the ground with his toes, and holding it out as easily as if he had used his fingers and thumb.

But his action had no effect upon those around, who were well used to the Kaffirs' tricks, and received everything with the grimmest of looks as they passed their prisoner along for punishment, and finally ordered forward the last man. This prisoner took West's attention from the first, for he was a well-built, keenly intelligent-looking fellow, who seemed quite awake to his position and behaved throughout with a calm air of conscious innocence.

It struck West, too, that the Kaffir kept on gazing very hard at Anson, as if attracted by his gently-smiling, innocent-looking face, and as if he were silently pleading to the most amiable-looking personage of the party to intercede for him and save him from punishment.

Anson, however, did not appear to notice the man's eager looks, being too much interested in the search for illicitly-acquired stones, and eagerly watching every phase of the proceedings, his eyes sparkling and cheeks flushed with pink at every fresh discovery, while he rubbed his hands and looked from one to the other with all the pleasure of some big, fat, stupid child.

"Now then," cried the chief searcher roughly; "come along."

The Kaffir quietly submitted to the rough handling he experienced in being forced up to the stool, and, anticipating the order, he opened his mouth; but the under-searcher roughly told him to "shut up," and he closed his fine white teeth with an audible snap, while the search was commenced at his feet, the toes being carefully examined without result.

Then his closely-knotted hair, which looked as if it would have made, if he were scalped, good trimmings of astrachan wool for the collar and cuffs of an English gentleman's overcoat, was carefully searched by well-trained fingers; the ears were probed and inspected; nostrils searched and given a final wring between thumb and finger as if he were being insulted in old-fashioned style by pulling his nose; and lastly, his cheeks were felt outside and in, and the searchers, who looked puzzled, made the black kneel down and remain for some time in that position, with his mouth wide open and head thrown back so that the sun shone right into his great mouth.

"He's all right!" said Anson enthusiastically. "You've got the wrong pig by the ear this time. I thought this fellow looked honest."

The Kaffir darted a grateful look at the speaker, which told plainly enough that he comprehended the words, and Anson replied with a smile.

"Ah, you ought to be on this job, Mr Anson," said the chief searcher sarcastically. "You'd be invaluable here."

Anson laughed good-humouredly.

"You're bantering," he said; "I know. But I should like it, and I fancy I could find the diamonds quickly enough if a man had hidden any."

"Find them then now," said the man who had spoken. "Come on."

There was a general laugh here, in which Anson joined.

"Nay," he said good-humouredly; "get another subject who has some hidden. That chap has none, unless he has swallowed some."

"What would you do then, squire?" said the man. "Shoot him, and make a _post-mortem_ exam?"

"Ugh! horrid!" cried Anson, with a look of the most intense disgust. "But I say, I mean it. Fetch another chap, and let me examine him. I should like to, really."

"Why don't you search this one?" said Ingleborough contemptuously, and West laughed.

Anson winced and turned upon them half-angrily. But he changed his manner before he had finished speaking, and his face broke up into a broad smile.

"Because I don't want to be laughed at by you chaps and called a fool," he said. "I'm not stupid enough as it is to believe he has any diamonds hidden."

"Well, I am," said Ingleborough coolly.

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Anson mockingly. "You go on with the search then, and find them."

"There is no need," said Ingleborough coldly; "those two know what they're about."

He was wrong in saying "two," for the under-searcher now continued the examination, and Anson's eyes were screwed-up and twinkled again upon seeing the man give up at the end of another two minutes and shrug his shoulders.

"No go," he said, turning to his companion. "Someone has been too clever here."

"Look again," said his chief.

"No: I shan't look any more. I've done."

West's eyes were resting upon the Kaffir, and he saw the man draw in a deep slow breath which made his broad chest expand, retaining the air for a minute and then slowly ejecting it.

"Ah! you'll never make a first-class searcher, Jem," said the head man.

"I never did profess to be so smart as you are," retorted the other sharply.

"No, Jemmy, you never did," said his chief; "but you ought to have found something here."

"Why, you don't think he has any about him, do you?" cried the man, who was staggered by his chief's cool, confident way of speaking.

"Yes, I do," said the chief, "and so does Mr Ingleborough there. Don't you, sir?"

Ingleborough nodded shortly, and West saw the Kaffir's eyes flash, while when he turned to Anson he saw that his fellow-clerk's face looked cold and hard.

But Anson's aspect changed the next moment, as soon as he saw he was observed, and he said, with a broad grin: "Wish I was a betting man: I could easily win half-a-crown or two over this."

But it struck West that there was a ring of insincerity in the tone of his voice, and the hard look began to come like a grey shadow over his fat pink cheeks as he saw the chief searcher go closer up to the Kaffir, bring his hands down heavily upon the man's shoulders, and stand facing him and looking him full in the eyes.

There was utter silence now. The Kaffir stood for a moment firmly gazing back into his white holder's eyes; but it manifestly required a strong effort, and West felt sure that he saw a quiver like a shadow of dread run down the black, making his knees slightly shake.

The whole thing was momentary, and the looker-on could not feel sure. Then the searcher spoke.

"You're a clever one," he said, with a harsh laugh, "and you don't mind hurting yourself to do a bit of the illicit. Turn round."

He gave the Kaffir a sharp thrust with one hand, a pull with the other, and the man stood with his back to the lookers-on. _

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