“I was between twelve and thirteen then, a sensitive child, to whom
life, as it came to me, was a veritable hell. He asked me what my age
was, and whether I was happy and I told him the truth. Apparently he
had seen the authorities at the Institute, for I was allowed to go away
with him, and he took me to a poor apartment house and placed me under
the care of a woman who either owned or rented the house, and sub-let
the rooms furnished to the queerest lot of people I have ever seen
congregated under one roof. Knowing him now much better, I am inclined
to think that Mr. Trasmere owned the house himself and that the woman
was his nominee. I did not see him again for nearly two months. I had a
room to myself and he sent me school books to read and study and it was
whilst I was here that I first met Yeh Ling, who, as I have told you,
was a poor waiter at a Chinese restaurant.
“At the end of the two months, Mr. Trasmere came for me, and his coming
was heralded by the arrival of a huge box of clothes, the like of which
I had never seen, let alone worn. He left a message that I was to be
dressed and ready to go with him, and that afternoon he called and took
me down into the country, to a preparatory school which, after the
Institute, was a heaven upon earth. On the way down, he told me he had
heard about me from some friends of his, and he wanted to give me an
education which would fit me to take the position which he had for me,
and I was so overcome by his kindness that I cried all the way to our
destination.
“The three years that I spent at St. Helen’s seem, even now, like
a beautiful dream. I was happy, I made many friends, and my whole
outlook on life changed. The year I left, Mr. Trasmere came down
to our Commemoration and saw me acting in a play which the school
dramatic society had produced, and from what he saw, was evolved this
extraordinary arrangement. Knowing what I do, I know he was not wholly
disinterested. It was his practice to take up projects and finance
likely people. Once he told me that he had intended settling in this
country and living the life of a gentleman--to use his own words--but
that he was so unutterably bored, that to give himself an interest, he
took up the most extraordinary of schemes.
“Do you know at one time he financed twelve tea-rooms and collected his
share of the takings every day? Do you know that he was behind three
doctors and took his profits from each? He was Yeh Ling’s backer, and
in time he came to be mine. I was with him six months, acting as his
secretary in a tiny office he hired for the purpose, and to which he
never came until five o’clock in the afternoon.
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