Next day my father called me to him. “You had fifty pounds given you
last Christmas. I want you to let me have it.”
I supposed that he wanted me to lend it to him, so I gave him my book
and we went together to the savings bank and drew it out. I noticed that
he drew out Ruthita’s fifty pounds as well. We climbed on to the top of
an omnibus; nothing was said about where we were going.
He had bought a paper and I read it across his arm as we journeyed.
As he turned over from the first page my eye caught a column headed
DISAPPEARANCE OF GEORGE RAPSON. Underneath was a complete account of the
whole affair.
My uncle had been interviewed by a reporter and had given a generously
indiscreet history of the catastrophe from beginning to end. He tried to
defend Rapson, and by his own innocent disclosures pilloried himself
as a sanguine, gullible old ass. He insisted on believing in Rapson’s
integrity. Things looked queer of course, but sooner or later there
would be an explanation, satisfactory to everybody. What the nature of
that explanation was likely to be he could not tell, but he hoped for
the best. He was reported as having said that Mr. Rapson had repeatedly
referred to secret enemies in the financial world. This was the reason
he had given to Mr. Spreckles for not disposing of his shares through
the ordinary channels.
Mr. Spreckles stated in his interview that, on the evening of the third
of January, Rapson had called at his house. He seemed excited and said
that certain plots were culminating against his interests which made an
instant and secret visit to South Africa essential. He had not hinted at
anything definitely serious, but, on the contrary, had given orders for
the declaration of the half-yearly dividend, payment of which would
not fall due till February. That evening he had disappeared; since then
nothing had been heard of him. When four weeks later Mr. Spreckles drew
checks on Rapson’s bank-account for payment of the dividends, they were
all returned to him dishonored. A month previously, on the morning of
January the third, Rapson had withdrawn every penny.
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