When, having escorted the lady to the door, Thacher came back to his
private office, he found the light keeper sitting in the armchair
reserved for customers and pulling thoughtfully at his beard.
“Well, Cap'n,” said Mr. Thacher, “what can I do for you?”
Captain Jethro crossed his legs. “I come over to cash a couple of checks
I got by mail,” he said. “Had plenty of time so I thought I'd drop in
and see you a minute.”
“Oh, yes, yes. Glad to see you.”
“Um-hm. Ain't so glad to see me as you was to see Martha Phipps, I
guess likely. _I_ ain't depositin' any five thousand dollars. 'Twas five
thousand she just deposited, wasn't it?”
The cashier was rather annoyed. He did not answer at once. His visitor
repeated the question.
“Martha just put five thousand in the bank, didn't she?” he asked.
“Why--yes. Did she tell you she was going to?”
“No. I heard Eldridge say five thousand when he give her back her bank
book. Five thousand is a lot of money. Where'd she get it from?”
“I don't know, Cap'n, I'm sure. Little more spring-like out to-day,
isn't it?”
“Um-hm. Martha been borrerin' from the bank, has she?”
“No.”
“Didn't know but she might have mortgaged the Phipps' place. Ain't done
that, you say?”
“No. At least, if she has she didn't tell me of it. How are things over
at the lighthouse?”
“All right enough. I don't hardly believe she could raise more'n three
thousand on a mortgage, anyhow.... Humph! Five thousand is a sight of
money, too.... Didn't she tell you nothin' about how she got it?”
Thacher's annoyance increased. The ordinary caller displaying such
persistent curiosity would have been dismissed unceremoniously; but
Jethro Hallett was not to be dismissed that way. The captain owned
stock in the bank and, before his illness, his name had been seriously
considered to fill the first vacancy in its list of directors.
“Must have told you SOMETHIN' about how she got hold of all that money,”
persisted the light keeper. “What did she say to you, anyway, Ed?”
“She said--she said--Oh, well, she said she had sold something she owned
and had got the five thousand for it.”
“Humph! I want to know! Sold somethin', eh? What was it she sold?”
“She didn't say, Cap'n. All she said was that she had sold it and got
the five thousand. Oh, yes, she did say that it was a bigger price
than she ever expected to get and that there was a time when she never
expected to get a cent.”
“Humph! I want to know! Funny she should sell anything without comin'
to me first. She generally comes to ask my advice about such things....
Humph!... She didn't sell the house? No, I'd a-known if she had done
that. And what else.... Humph!...”
He pulled at his beard in silence for a moment. The teller, a brisk
young man, possessed of a profound love of mischief and a corresponding
lack of reverence, entered the office.
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