The Essential Edgar Wallace Collection. Edgar Wallace

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      "Ah, Mr. Pole--Mr. Fred Pole." Bones read the visitor's card with the scowl which he adopted for business hours. "Yes, yes. Be seated, Mr. Pole. I shall not keep you a minute."

      He had been waiting all the morning for Mr. Pole. He had been weaving dreams from the letter-heading above Mr. Pole's letter.

      Ships ... ships ... house-flags ... brass-buttoned owners....

      He waved Mr. Fred to a chair and wrote furiously. This frantic pressure of work was a phenomenon which invariably coincided with the arrival of a visitor. It was, I think, partly due to nervousness and partly to his dislike of strangers. Presently he finished, blotted the paper, stuck it in an envelope, addressed it, and placed it in his drawer. Then he took up the card.

      "Mr. Pole?" he said.

      "Mr. Pole," repeated that gentleman.

      "Mr. _Fred_ Pole?" asked Bones, with an air of surprise.

      "Mr. Fred Pole," admitted the other soberly.

      Bones looked from the card to the visitor as though he could not believe his eyes.

      "We have a letter from you somewhere," he said, searching the desk. "Ah, here it is!" (It was, in fact, the only document on the table.) "Yes, yes, to be sure. I'm very glad to meet you."

      He rose, solemnly shook hands, sat down again and coughed. Then he took up the ivory paper-knife to chew, coughed again as he detected the lapse, and put it down with a bang.

      "I thought I'd like to come along and see you, Mr. Tibbetts," said Fred in his gentle voice; "we are so to speak, associated in business."

      "Indeed?" said Bones. "In-deed?"

      "You see, Mr. Tibbetts," Fred went on, with a sad smile, "your lamented uncle, before he went out of business, sold us his ships. He died a month later."

      He sighed and Bones sighed.

      "Your uncle was a great man, Mr. Tibbetts," he said, "one of the greatest business men in this little city. What a man!"

      "Ah!" said Bones, shaking his head mournfully.

      He had never met his uncle and had seldom heard of him. Saul Tibbetts was reputedly a miser, and his language was of such violence that the infant Augustus was invariably hurried to the nursery on such rare occasions as old Saul paid a family visit. His inheritance had come to Bones as in a dream, from the unreality of which he had not yet awakened.

      "I must confess, Mr. Tibbetts," said Fred, "that I have often had qualms of conscience about your uncle, and I have been on the point of coming round to see you several times. This morning I said to my brother, 'Joe,' I said, 'I'm going round to see Tibbetts.' Forgive the familiarity, but we talk of firms like the Rothschilds and the Morgans without any formality."

      "Naturally, naturally, naturally," murmured Bones gruffly.

      "I said: 'I'll go and see Tibbetts and get it off my chest. If he wants those ships back at the price we paid for them, or even less, he shall have them.' 'Fred,' he said, 'you're too sensitive for business.' 'Joe,' I said, 'my conscience works even in business hours.'"

      A light dawned on Bones and he brightened visibly.

      "Ah, yes, my dear old Pole," he said almost cheerily, "I understand. You diddled my dear old uncle--bless his heart--out of money, and you want to pay it back. Fred"--Bones rose and extended his knuckly hand--"you're a jolly old sportsman, and you can put it there!"

      "What I was going to say----" began Fred seriously agitated.

      "Not a word. We'll have a bottle on this. What will you have--ginger-beer or cider?"

      Mr. Fred suppressed a shudder with difficulty.

      "Wait, wait, Mr. Tibbetts," he begged; "I think I ought to explain. We did not, of course, knowingly rob your uncle----"

      "No, no, naturally," said Bones, with a facial contortion which passed for a wink. "Certainly not. We business men never rob anybody. Ali, bring the drinks!"

      "We did not consciously rob him," continued Mr. Fred desperately, "but what we did do---- ah, this is my confession!"

      "You borrowed a bit and didn't pay it back. Ah, naughty!" said Bones. "Out with the corkscrew, Ali. What shall it be--a cream soda or non-alcoholic ale?"

      Mr. Fred looked long and earnestly at the young man.

      "Mr. Tibbetts," he said, and suddenly grasped the hand of Bones, "I hope we are going to be friends. I like you. That's my peculiarity--I like people or I dislike them. Now that I've told you that we bought two ships from your uncle for one hundred and forty thousand pounds when we knew--yes, positively knew--they were worth at least twenty thousand pounds more--now I've told you this, I feel happier."

      "Worth twenty thousand pounds more?" said Bones thoughtfully. Providence was working overtime for him, he thought.

      "Of anybody's money," said Fred stoutly. "I don't care where you go, my dear chap. Ask Cole--he's the biggest shipping lawyer in this city--ask my brother, who, I suppose, is the greatest shipping authority in the world, or--what's the use of asking 'em?--ask yourself. If you're not Saul Tibbetts all over again, if you haven't the instinct and the eye and the brain of a shipowner--why, I'm a Dutchman! That's what I am--a Dutchman!"

      He picked up his hat and his lips were pressed tight--a gesture and a grimace which stood for grim conviction.

      "What are they worth to-day?" asked Bones, after a pause.

      "What are they worth to-day?" Mr. Fred frowned heavily at the ceiling. "Now, what are they worth to-day? I forget how much I've spent on 'em--they're in dock now."

      Bones tightened _his_ lips, too.

      "They're in dock now?" he said. He scratched his nose. "Dear old Fred Pole," he said, "you're a jolly old soul. By Jove that's not bad! 'Pole' an' 'soul' rhyme--did you notice it?"

      Fred had noticed it.

      "It's rum," said Bones, shaking his head, "it is rum how things get about. How did you know, old fellow-citizen, that I was going in for shippin'?"

      Mr. Fred Pole did not know that Bones was going in for shipping, but he smiled.

      "There are few things that happen in the City that I _don't_ know," he admitted modestly.

      "The Tibbetts Line," said Bones firmly, "will fly a house-flag of purple and green diagonally--that is, from corner to corner. There will be a yellow anchor in a blue wreath in one corner and a capital T in a red wreath in the other."

      "Original, distinctly original," said Fred in wondering admiration. "Wherever did you get that idea?"

      "I get ideas," confessed Bones, blushing, "some СКАЧАТЬ