The Essential Edgar Wallace Collection. Edgar Wallace

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СКАЧАТЬ in the night, sometimes in the day. The fleet"--Bones liked the sound of the word and repeated it--"the fleet will consist of the _Augustus_, the _Sanders_--a dear old friend of mine living at Hindhead--the _Patricia_--another dear old friend of mine living at Hindhead, too--in fact, in the same house. To tell you the truth, dear old Fred Pole, she's married to the other ship. And there'll be the _Hamilton_, another precious old soul, a very, very, very, very dear friend of mine who's comin' home shortly----"

      "Well, what shall we say, Mr. Tibbetts?" said Fred, who had an early luncheon appointment. "Would you care to buy the two boats at the same price we gave your uncle for them?"

      Bones rang his bell.

      "I'm a business man, dear old Fred," said he soberly. "There's no time like the present, and I'll fix the matter--_now!_"

      He said "now" with a ferociousness which was intended to emphasize his hard and inflexible business character.

      Fred came into the private office of Pole & Pole after lunch that day, and there was in his face a great light and a peace which was almost beautiful.

      But never beamed the face of Fred so radiantly as the countenance of the waiting Joe. He lay back in his chair, his cigar pointing to the ceiling.

      "Well, Fred?"--there was an anthem in his voice.

      "Very well, Joe." Fred hung up his unnecessary umbrella.

      "I've sold the _Fairies_!"

      Joe said it and Fred said it. They said it together. There was the same lilt of triumph in each voice, and both smiles vanished at the identical instant.

      "_You've_ sold the _Fairies_!" they said.

      They might have been rehearsing this scene for months, so perfect was the chorus.

      "Wait a bit, Joe," said Fred; "let's get the hang of this. I understand that you left the matter to me."

      "I did; but, Fred, I was so keen on the idea I had that I had to nip in before you. Of course, I didn't go to him as Pole & Pole----"

      "To him? What him?" asked Fred, breathing hard.

      "To What's-his-name--Bones."

      Fred took his blue silk handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed his face.

      "Go on, Joe," he said sadly

      "I got him just before he went out to lunch. I sent up the United Merchant Shippers' card--it's our company, anyway. Not a word about Pole & Pole."

      "Oh, no, of course not!" said Fred.

      "And, my boy,"--this was evidently Joe's greatest achievement, for he described the fact with gusto--"not a word about the names of the ships. I just sold him two steamers, so and so tonnage, so and so classification----"

      "For how much?"

      Fred was mildly curious. It was the curiosity which led a certain political prisoner to feel the edge of the axe before it beheaded him.

      "A hundred and twenty thousand!" cried Joe joyously. "He's starting a fleet, he says. He's calling it the Tibbetts Line, and bought a couple of ships only this morning."

      Fred examined the ceiling carefully before he spoke.

      "Joe," he said, "was it a firm deal? Did you put pen to paper?"

      "You-bet-your-dear-sweet-life," said Joe, scornful at the suggestion that he had omitted such an indispensable part of the negotiation.

      "So did I, Joe," said Fred. "Those two ships he bought were the two _Fairies_."

      There was a dead silence.

      "Well," said Joe uneasily, after a while, "we can get a couple of ships----"

      "Where, Joe? You admitted yesterday there weren't two boats in the world on the market."

      Another long silence.

      "I did it for the best, Fred."

      Fred nodded

      "Something must be done. We can't sell a man what we haven't got. Joe, couldn't you go and play golf this afternoon whilst I wangle this matter out?"

      Joe nodded and rose solemnly. He took down his umbrella from the peg and his shiny silk hat from another peg, and tiptoed from the room.

      From three o'clock to four Mr. Fred Pole sat immersed in thought, and at last, with a big, heavy sigh, he unlocked his safe, took out his cheque-book and pocketed it.

      Bones was on the point of departure, after a most satisfactory day's work, when Fred Pole was announced.

      Bones greeted him like unto a brother--caught him by the hand at the very entrance and, still holding him thus, conducted him to one of his beautiful chairs.

      "By Jove, dear old Fred," he babbled, "it's good of you, old fellow--really good of you! Business, my jolly old shipowner, waits for no man. Ali, my cheque-book!"

      "A moment--just a moment, dear Mr. Bones," begged Fred. "You don't mind my calling you by the name which is already famous in the City?"

      Bones looked dubious.

      "Personally, I prefer Tibbetts," said Fred.

      "Personally, dear old Fred, so do I," admitted Bones.

      "I've come on a curious errand," said Fred in such hollow tones that Bones started. "The fact is, old man, I'm----"

      He hung his head, and Bones laid a sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

      "Anybody is liable to get that way, my jolly old roysterer," he said. "Speakin' for myself, drink has no effect upon me--due to my jolly old nerves of iron an' all that sort of thing."

      "I'm ashamed of myself," said Fred.

      "Nothing to be ashamed of, my poor old toper," said Bones honestly in error. "Why, I remember once----"

      "As a business man, Mr. Tibbetts," said Fred bravely, "can you forgive sentiment?"

      "Sentiment! Why, you silly old josser, I'm all sentiment, dear old thing! Why, I simply cry myself to sleep over dear old Charles What's-his-name's books!"

      "It's sentiment," said Fred brokenly. "I just can't--I simply can't part with those two ships I sold you."

      "Hey?" said Bones.

      "They were your uncle's, but they have an association for me and my brother which it would be--er--profane to mention. Mr. Tibbetts, let us cry off our bargain."

      Bones sniffed and СКАЧАТЬ