The Lady of the Barge by W. W. JACOBS 1911 Contents THE LADY OF THE BARGE THE MONKEY’S PAW BILL’S PAPER CHASE THE WELL CUPBOARD LOVE IN THE LIBRARY CAPTAIN ROGERS A TIGER’S SKIN A MIXED PROPOSAL AN ADULTERATION ACT A GOLDEN VENTURE THREE AT TABLE Illustrations He denied it again, hotly. “You villain!” she said, in a choking voice. “What’s that?” cried the old woman. Mrs. Driver fell back before the emerging form of Mr. Bodfish. Burleigh, with a feeling of nausea, drew back toward the door. Gunn placed a hand, which lacked two fingers, on his breast. “Don’t you think Major Brill is somewhat hasty in his conclusions?” He saw another tatterdemalion coming toward him. “You say you’re a doctor?” The second officer leaned forward. “You get younger than ever, Mrs. Pullen.” “We’ll leave you two young things alone.” THE LADY OF THE BARGE The master of the barge _Arabella_ sat in the stern of his craft with his right arm leaning on the tiller. A desultory conversation with the mate of a schooner, who was hanging over the side of his craft a few yards off, had come to a conclusion owing to a difference of opinion on the subject of religion. The skipper had argued so warmly that he almost fancied he must have inherited the tenets of the Seventh-day Baptists from his mother while the mate had surprised himself by the warmth of his advocacy of a form of Wesleyanism which would have made the members of that sect open their eyes with horror. He had, moreover, confirmed the skipper in the error of his ways by calling him a bargee, the ranks of the Baptists receiving a defender if not a recruit from that hour. With the influence of the religious argument still upon him, the skipper, as the long summer’s day gave place to night, fell to wondering where his own mate, who was also his brother-in-law, had got to. Lights which had been struggling with the twilight now burnt bright and strong, and the skipper, moving from the shadow to where a band of light fell across the deck, took out a worn silver watch and saw that it was ten o’clock. Almost at the same moment a dark figure appeared on the jetty above and began to descend the ladder, and a strongly built young man of twenty-two sprang nimbly to the deck. “Ten o’clock, Ted,” said the skipper, slowly. “It’ll be eleven in an hour’s time,” said the mate, calmly. “That’ll do,” said the skipper, in a somewhat loud voice, as he noticed that his late adversary still occupied his favourite strained position, and a fortuitous expression of his mother’s occurred to him: “Don’t talk to me; I’ve been arguing with a son of Belial for the last half-hour.” “Bargee,” said the son of Belial, in a dispassionate voice. “Don’t take no notice of him, Ted,” said the skipper, pityingly. “He wasn’t talking to me,” said Ted. “But never mind about him; I want to speak to you in private.” “Fire away, my lad,” said the other, in a patronizing voice.