England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Short stories, English
As they puffed at their pipes, he read the financial journal spread upon
the table, beginning with a casual attention, presently becoming
interested. One or two points were dim to him, and he asked questions,
but the others were either not completely informed, or they preferred to
reserve the knowledge for private use, and they failed to explain to him
why, if the newspaper people were aware that certain investments could
not fail to be remunerative, the newspaper people gave the valuable tip
away, instead of reserving it for their own personal benefit.
The three appeared more at home on another question, and he, having once
drawn Silvio in a Derby sweepstake, could contribute something to this
discussion. They told him a useful man was always to be found near the
cab-rank in front of the Brighton Company’s station, to whom a shilling
or more could be safely confided.
The talk on this subject became animated; they gave the new lad some
absolutely safe and certain news concerning a horse running in the next
month, news which had come to them in a roundabout way, but starting, so
they declared, from the brother of a jockey whose name they mentioned
with bated breath. Young Stansfield suggested it would look well if they
were to affect some engagement on business affairs; but the rest said,
“Not for Joe!” They, however, agreed, very handsomely, that he could do
as he pleased.
He cleared the table, filled waste-paper baskets with remnants, set desks
in order, placed empty bottles out of the way. Thus he proved the only
one who was giving any signs of work when Mr. Cruttwell returned, in a
state of some disturbance because of news he had received concerning the
prospects of one of the two opposition candidates. Mr. Cruttwell
distributed blame on the others by praising young Stansfield.
“This lad is going to get on in the world!” he asserted emphatically. “I
flatter myself I’m a judge of character, and I don’t have to look twice
at anybody. Simply disgraceful the way you youngsters loaf about and
take no interest in anything but how to avoid work. Now then, set to,
all of you, and follow his example. No wonder trade’s so bad. I shall
be in again directly, and if I find any of you lolling about I shall
simply—”.
They reproved the lad severely for marring an otherwise perfect day, and
he hastened to inform them he had no more considerable taste for labour
than that which they possessed; his only idea had been to avoid, by use
of ingenuity, the disaster that had fallen upon them. He knew as well as
they that nothing was to be gained by a too persistent attention to the
desk, and he hoped time would succeed in persuading them he was worthy of
their companionship.
They gave in reluctantly, and before the seniors returned had given him
some useful hints, which he stored carefully in the recesses of his
brain.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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