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
Revis came into his room as she sat staring out on all the unloveliness
of the colliery, a big, bearded man, keen-eyed and resolute of mouth,
and nodded smilingly at her. He already knew Jeckie for a woman who was
of a certain resemblance to himself--a grubber after money. But he had
long since made his fortune--an enormous one; she was at a stage at
which he had once been, a stage of anxious adventure, and therefore she
was interesting.
"Well, my lass!" he said. "How's things getting on? Made a start yet
with that little business o' yours? You'll never lift that coal up if
you don't get busy with it, you know!"
He dropped into an easy chair beside the hearth, pulled out his
cigar-case, and began to smoke, and Jeckie, noting his careless and
comfortable attitude, wished that she had got over the initial stages of
her adventure, and had seen her colliery in full and prosperous working
order for thirty years.
"Mr. Revis," she answered, "I wish I'd got as far as you have! You've
got all the worst of it over long since. I've got to begin. Now, you've
been very good to me in giving me bits of advice. I came to see if you'd
give me some more. What's the best and cheapest way to get this colliery
o' mine started?"
Revis laughed, evidently enjoying the directness of her question. He
knew well enough that it did not spring from simplicity.
"Why!" he answered. "You've got them two London chaps at Savilestowe
yet, haven't you? I saw 'em in Sicaster t'other day. They're mining
engineers, both of 'em. Why not go to them--I thought you were going to
employ them."
"I don't want to have naught more to do with 'em, Mr. Revis," said
Jeckie earnestly. "They're Londoners! I can't abide 'em. They seem to me
to do naught but stand about and watch--and then charge you for
watching, as if they'd been working like niggers. I don't understand
such ways. Aren't there mining engineers in Yorkshire that 'ud see the
job through. Our own folk, you know?"
"I see--I see!" said Revis, with a smile. "Want to keep work and money
amongst our own people, what? All right, my lass!--I'm a good deal that
way myself. Now, then, pull your chair up to my desk there, and get a
pen in your hand, and make a few notes--I'll tell you what to do about
all that. And," he added, with a laugh that was almost jovial, "I shan't
charge you nowt, either!"
An hour later Jeckie went away from Heronshawe Main filled to the brim
with practical advice and valuable information. It mattered nothing to
Matthew Revis if a hundred new collieries were opened within his own
immediate district; he had made his money out of his own already, and to
such an extent that no competition could touch him. Therefore, he was
willing to help a new beginner, especially seeing that that beginner was
a clever and interesting woman, still extremely handsome, who certainly
seemed to have a genius for money-making.
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