Detective and mystery stories; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction
The oath was not so innocent; but it was delivered quietly; and then the
captain drew a long breath, and then, still staring at him, he laughed a
ghastly little laugh, also quietly.
'And so it is you, Jim,' said the captain. 'And how do you do--quite
well, Jim--and out of place? You've been hurt in the foot, eh? so old
your--Mrs. Dutton tells me, but that won't signify. I was dreaming when
you came in; not quite awake yet, hardly; just wait a bit till I get my
slippers on; and this--' So into his red slippers he slid, and got his
great shawl dressing-gown, such as fine gentlemen then wore, about his
slender person, and knotted the silken cords with depending tassels, and
greeted Jim Dutton again in very friendly fashion, enquiring very
particularly how he had been ever since, and what his mother was doing;
and I'm afraid not listening to Jim's answers as attentively as one might
have expected.
Whatever may have been his intrinsic worth, Jim was not polished, and
spoke, moreover, an uncouth dialect, which broke out now and then. But he
was in a sort of way attached to the Lake family, the son of an
hereditary tenant on that estate which had made itself wings, and flown
away like the island of Laputa. It could not be said to be love; it was a
sort of traditionary loyalty; a sentiment, however, not altogether
unserviceable.
When they had talked together for a while, the captain said--
'The fact is, it is not quite on me you would have to attend; the
situation, perhaps, is better. You have no objection to travel. You
_have_ been abroad, you know; and of course wages and all that will be in
proportion.'
Well, Jim had not any objection to speak of.
'What's wanted is a trustworthy man, perfectly steady, you see, and a
fellow who knows how to hold his tongue.'
The last condition, perhaps, struck the man as a little odd; he looked a
little confusedly, and he conveyed that he would not like to be in
anything that was not quite straight.
'Quite straight, Sir!' repeated Stanley Lake, looking round on him
sternly; 'neither should I, I fancy. You are to suppose the case of a
gentleman who is nursing his estate--you know what that means--and wants
to travel, and keep quite quiet, and who requires a steady, trustworthy
man to look after him, in such a way as I shall direct, with very little
trouble and capital pay. I have a regard for you, Dutton; and seeing so
good a situation was to be had, and thinking you the fittest man I know,
I wished to serve you and my friend at the same time.'
Dutton became grateful and docile upon this.
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