But that came later. Mr. Spokesly would have been even more impressed if
he had been aware of the ultimate destination of the freight he had been
stowing so industriously into the _Kalkis_, or of the total emoluments
accruing to Mr. Dainopoulos from that freight from first to last. The
old adage about turning your money over was not often so admirably
illustrated. Archy's absurd speculations and traffic in villainous drugs
seemed microscopic compared with the profits to be made by a good
business man. Which is perhaps one of the most embarrassing criticisms
of war in the modern sense, that it places a formidable premium upon the
sutlers and usurers, so that they now sit in high places, while the
youths of invincible courage are either rotting under wooden crosses in
France or looking for shabby situations across the sea. But Mr.
Spokesly, sitting there with his telescope, which revealed nothing, was
not criticizing the business men. He was admiring them, and wishing the
military and political and naval men could be half as clever at their
game as the business man was at his. It was a confusing and
kaleidoscopic problem, this of money. As soon as you got a lot of it, he
reflected, the value of it went down until you had only a little and
then the value of it went a little lower. And then, when you were
occupied in some way which prevented your making very much, the value
crept slowly up again. That is, unless you were a business man, when of
course you turned your money over and scored both ways.
Keeping company with these general fancies in Mr. Spokesly's mind was a
speculation concerning his own part in Evanthia's adventure. He looked
at his watch. Ten o'clock. By looking hard through the telescope he
could make out a faint radiance from the upper window of the Dainopoulos
house. No doubt it was closed and they were sitting there as usual with
one of the Malleotis family to keep them company. Then what was he
supposed to do? In the novels he had read, the hero with projecting jaw
and remarkable accuracy with firearms was never in any doubt about what
he was to do.
It was at this moment that he thought of the bosun.
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