The Root of All EvilFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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The Root of All Evil
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
"Me!" she exclaimed. "Lor', Miss Farnish!"
"Listen to me!" said Jeckie, bending forward across the bearskin
hearthrug. "You and me knows what's what about money matters--nobody
better. I know--for I know most o' what goes on about here--that you're
now a well-to-do woman, what with what you had and with them legacies
you've had left. Now, so am I, to a certain extent. What I propose is,
let's you and me--just ourselves and nobody else--go into partnership to
work this coal-mine. Farnish and Grice, Savilestowe Main--that's how it
would be. You and me--all to ourselves?"
"Goodness gracious! It 'ud cost an awful lot of money, wouldn't it?"
said Lucilla, in an awe-struck whisper. "To make a colliery! Why----"
"Aye, and think what we should get out of it!" interrupted Jeckie.
"It'll take many a long year, they say, to exhaust what there is just
under my land. And it'll not be so expensive as in some cases, the
making of a mine. I've gone into that, too, and had estimates. It's the
character of the, what do they call 'em--strata; that's the various
stuffs, soils, and stones, yer know, they have to get through. They say
this'll be naught like so difficult as some, and that we could be
working in less nor two years."
Lucilla, perched on her sofa, was already regarding Jeckie with dilated
and avaricious eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, but she said
nothing, and Jeckie presently bent still nearer and whispered.
"There's hundreds o' thousands o' pounds worth o' that coal!" she said.
"And we've naught to do but to get it out!"
Lucilla found her tongue.
"How much should we have to put in?" she asked faintly.
"Well, I've thought that out," answered Jeckie, readily enough.
"Supposing we put in twenty-five thousand each, to make a starting
capital o' fifty thousand? Then, as regards profits--as the land's mine,
and the coal, too, you wouldn't expect to share equally. One-third of
the profits to you, and the other two-thirds to me--that's what I think
'ud be fair, and right, and reasonable. Even then, you'd have a rare
return for your outlay. You know I could find a hundred people 'at 'ud
just jump at such an offer. The squire 'ud fair leap at it! But I came
to you because I know that you understand money, same as I do, and I'd
rather have a woman for a partner nor a man. But look here. I'm a rare
hand at figures, and I've worked this out. You come to this table, and
go into these figures wi' me."
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