A Millionaire of YesterdayOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Philosophy
A Millionaire of Yesterday
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
An hour afterwards Da Souza, with a grin of content upon his unshapely
mouth, exchanged his frock coat for a gaudy smoking-jacket, and, with a
freshly-lit cigar in his mouth, took up the letters which had arrived by
the evening post. Seeing amongst them one with an African stamp he tore
it open hastily, and read:--
“MY DEAR HIRAM,--You was in luck now or never, if you really want
to stop that half-witted creature from doing mischief in London. I
sometimes think, my brother, that you would do better to give me even
more of your confidence. You are a very clever man, but you do keep
yourself so secret. If I too were not clever, how would I know to send
you this news, how would I know that it will make you glad? But there,
you will go your way. I know it!
“Now for the news! Monty, as I cabled (I send the bill) has gone
secretly to London. Since Scarlett Trent found our Hausa friend and
the rum flask, there have been no means of getting liquor to him, so I
suppose he has very near regained his senses, anyhow he shipped off
very cunning, not even Missionary Walsh knowing, but he made a very big
mistake, the news of which I send to you knowing it will be good.
Hiram, he stole the money to pay for his passage from the missionary's
cash-box! All one day he stood under a tree looking out to sea, and a
steamer from Capetown called, and when he heard the whistle and saw the
surf boats he seemed to wake up. He walked up and down restlessly for a
long time, muttering to himself. Mrs. Walsh came out to him and he was
still staring at the steamer. She told him to come in out of the sun,
which was very hot, but he shook his head. 'She's calling me,' he kept
on saying, 'calling me!' She heard him in the room where the money was
and then saw no more of him. But others saw him running to the shore,
and he paid to be taken out to the steamer. They wouldn't take him on
at first, because he hadn't secured a passage, but he laid down and
wouldn't move. So, as he had the money, they took him, and when I heard
I cabled to you. But what harm can he do, for you are his master? He is
a thief and you know it. Surely you can do with him what you will.
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