"Of course, as soon as I find myself hard up I come to you, or I write
to you for more, and that would only be wasting your time."
"But," said Mr. Grey, with a sly look and a sly wag of his head, "if you
got the thousand you might spend it here or there, and then you might
again be applying to me. Ah, no! Joe, I don't think it would do to give
you that thousand. You can have the twenty-five now, if you like."
"Well, sir, I've looked into the matter deeper than that. When you give
me the thousand, I and my wife will leave this country, go to America,
out West, and buy land. There we shall settle down as respectable
people, and it would be no advantage to me to rake up the past, once I
was settled down and prosperous. So, sir, if you please, I'll have the
thousand."
There was respectful resolution in Farleg's voice as he spoke. The faces
of the two men were not more than a foot apart now. They were looking as
straight into one another's eyes as two experienced fencers when the
play begins. Mr. Grey's face ceased to move, and took a settled
expression of gracious badinage.
"I think, Joe," said he, "that I can manage the matter more economically
than your way."
"What is that way, sir?"
"As I told you before, I look on you as a very enterprising man. First,
you break into a man's house in daylight, and then you come and beard
the lion in his den. You come to the man whose house you honoured by a
visit through a window, and you say to him--I admit that nothing could
have been in better taste than your manner of saying it----"
"Thank you, sir, but you took me so kindly and so gentleman-like."
"Thank _you_, Joe; but I mustn't compliment you again, or we shall get
no farther than compliments to-night. As I was saying, you ask him for
no less than a thousand pounds to help you out of the country and into
a respectable line of life. Indeed, all my sympathy is with you in your
good intention, but then I have to think of myself----"
"But you're a rich man, sir, and to you a thousand pounds isn't much,
and it's everything to me. It will make me safe, and help me out of a
way of life I never took to until driven to it," pleaded Farleg.
"Well put, very well put. Now, this is my position. This is my plan; let
me hear what you think of it: On the night or evening of the 17th you
break into my house; on the night or evening of the 27th you visit me
for some purpose or other----"
"To give you back your dead wife's ring."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account