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"
I
was
utterly
crushed
under
the
ruins
of
my
castle
,
but
of
course
I
wrote
as
desired
.
Before
the
end
of
the
year
my
new
charter
took
me
that
way
,
and
I
had
an
opportunity
of
seeing
him
.
'
He
was
still
with
Egstrom
&
Blake
,
and
we
met
in
what
they
called
"
our
parlour
"
opening
out
of
the
store
.
He
had
that
moment
come
in
from
boarding
a
ship
,
and
confronted
me
head
down
,
ready
for
a
tussle
.
"
What
have
you
got
to
say
for
yourself
?
"
I
began
as
soon
as
we
had
shaken
hands
.
"
What
I
wrote
you
--
nothing
more
,
"
he
said
stubbornly
.
"
Did
the
fellow
blab
--
or
what
?
"
I
asked
.
He
looked
up
at
me
with
a
troubled
smile
.
"
Oh
no
!
He
did
n't
.
He
made
it
a
kind
of
confidential
business
between
us
.
He
was
most
damnably
mysterious
whenever
I
came
over
to
the
mill
;
he
would
wink
at
me
in
a
respectful
manner
--
as
much
as
to
say
'
We
know
what
we
know
.
'
Infernally
fawning
and
familiar
--
--
and
that
sort
of
thing
...
"
He
threw
himself
into
a
chair
and
stared
down
his
legs
.
"
One
day
we
happened
to
be
alone
and
the
fellow
had
the
cheek
to
say
,
'
Well
,
Mr.
James
'
--
I
was
called
Mr.
James
there
as
if
I
had
been
the
son
--
'
here
we
are
together
once
more
.
This
is
better
than
the
old
ship
--
ai
n't
it
?
'
...
Was
n't
it
appalling
,
eh
?
I
looked
at
him
,
and
he
put
on
a
knowing
air
.
'
Do
n't
you
be
uneasy
,
sir
,
'
he
says
.
'
I
know
a
gentleman
when
I
see
one
,
and
I
know
how
a
gentleman
feels
.
I
hope
,
though
,
you
will
be
keeping
me
on
this
job
.
I
had
a
hard
time
of
it
too
,
along
of
that
rotten
old
Patna
racket
.
'
Jove
!
It
was
awful
.
I
do
n't
know
what
I
should
have
said
or
done
if
I
had
not
just
then
heard
Mr.
Denver
calling
me
in
the
passage
.
It
was
tiffin-time
,
and
we
walked
together
across
the
yard
and
through
the
garden
to
the
bungalow
.
He
began
to
chaff
me
in
his
kindly
way
...
I
believe
he
liked
me
...
"
'
Jim
was
silent
for
a
while
.
"'
I
know
he
liked
me
.
That
's
what
made
it
so
hard
.
Such
a
splendid
man
!
...
That
morning
he
slipped
his
hand
under
my
arm
...
He
,
too
,
was
familiar
with
me
.
"
He
burst
into
a
short
laugh
,
and
dropped
his
chin
on
his
breast
.
"
Pah
!
When
I
remembered
how
that
mean
little
beast
had
been
talking
to
me
,
"
he
began
suddenly
in
a
vibrating
voice
,
"
I
could
n't
bear
to
think
of
myself
...
I
suppose
you
know
...
"
I
nodded
...
"
More
like
a
father
,
"
he
cried
;
his
voice
sank
.
"
I
would
have
had
to
tell
him
.
I
could
n't
let
it
go
on
--
could
I
?
"
"
Well
?
"
I
murmured
,
after
waiting
a
while
.
"
I
preferred
to
go
,
"
he
said
slowly
;
"
this
thing
must
be
buried
.
"
'
We
could
hear
in
the
shop
Blake
upbraiding
Egstrom
in
an
abusive
,
strained
voice
.
They
had
been
associated
for
many
years
,
and
every
day
from
the
moment
the
doors
were
opened
to
the
last
minute
before
closing
,
Blake
,
a
little
man
with
sleek
,
jetty
hair
and
unhappy
,
beady
eyes
,
could
be
heard
rowing
his
partner
incessantly
with
a
sort
of
scathing
and
plaintive
fury
.
The
sound
of
that
everlasting
scolding
was
part
of
the
place
like
the
other
fixtures
;
even
strangers
would
very
soon
come
to
disregard
it
completely
unless
it
be
perhaps
to
mutter
"
Nuisance
,
"
or
to
get
up
suddenly
and
shut
the
door
of
the
"
parlour
.
"
Egstrom
himself
,
a
raw-boned
,
heavy
Scandinavian
,
with
a
busy
manner
and
immense
blonde
whiskers
,
went
on
directing
his
people
,
checking
parcels
,
making
out
bills
or
writing
letters
at
a
stand-up
desk
in
the
shop
,
and
comported
himself
in
that
clatter
exactly
as
though
he
had
been
stone-deaf
.
Now
and
again
he
would
emit
a
bothered
perfunctory
"
Sssh
,
"
which
neither
produced
nor
was
expected
to
produce
the
slightest
effect
.
"
They
are
very
decent
to
me
here
,
"
said
Jim
.
"
Blake
's
a
little
cad
,
but
Egstrom
's
all
right
.
"
He
stood
up
quickly
,
and
walking
with
measured
steps
to
a
tripod
telescope
standing
in
the
window
and
pointed
at
the
roadstead
,
he
applied
his
eye
to
it
.
"
There
's
that
ship
which
has
been
becalmed
outside
all
the
morning
has
got
a
breeze
now
and
is
coming
in
,
"
he
remarked
patiently
;
"
I
must
go
and
board
.
"
We
shook
hands
in
silence
,
and
he
turned
to
go
.
"
Jim
!
"
I
cried
.
He
looked
round
with
his
hand
on
the
lock
.
"
You
--
you
have
thrown
away
something
like
a
fortune
.
"
He
came
back
to
me
all
the
way
from
the
door
.
"
Such
a
splendid
old
chap
,
"
he
said
.
"
How
could
I
?
How
could
I
?
"
His
lips
twitched
.
"
Here
it
does
not
matter
.
"
"
Oh
!
you
--
you
--
"
I
began
,
and
had
to
cast
about
for
a
suitable
word
,
but
before
I
became
aware
that
there
was
no
name
that
would
just
do
,
he
was
gone
.
I
heard
outside
Egstrom
's
deep
gentle
voice
saying
cheerily
,
"
That
's
the
Sarah
W.
Granger
,
Jimmy
.
You
must
manage
to
be
first
aboard
"
;
and
directly
Blake
struck
in
,
screaming
after
the
manner
of
an
outraged
cockatoo
,
"
Tell
the
captain
we
've
got
some
of
his
mail
here
.
That
'll
fetch
him
.
D'ye
hear
,
Mister
What
's
-
your-name
?
"
And
there
was
Jim
answering
Egstrom
with
something
boyish
in
his
tone
.
"
All
right
.
I
'll
make
a
race
of
it
.
"
He
seemed
to
take
refuge
in
the
boat-sailing
part
of
that
sorry
business
.
'
I
did
not
see
him
again
that
trip
,
but
on
my
next
(
I
had
a
six
months
'
charter
)
I
went
up
to
the
store
.
Ten
yards
away
from
the
door
Blake
's
scolding
met
my
ears
,
and
when
I
came
in
he
gave
me
a
glance
of
utter
wretchedness
;
Egstrom
,
all
smiles
,
advanced
,
extending
a
large
bony
hand
.
"
Glad
to
see
you
,
captain
...
Sssh
...
Been
thinking
you
were
about
due
back
here
.
What
did
you
say
,
sir
?
...
Sssh
...
Oh
!
him
!
He
has
left
us
.
Come
into
the
parlour
.
"
...
After
the
slam
of
the
door
Blake
's
strained
voice
became
faint
,
as
the
voice
of
one
scolding
desperately
in
a
wilderness
...
"
Put
us
to
a
great
inconvenience
,
too
.
Used
us
badly
--
I
must
say
...
"
"
Where
's
he
gone
to
?
Do
you
know
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
.
It
's
no
use
asking
either
,
"
said
Egstrom
,
standing
bewhiskered
and
obliging
before
me
with
his
arms
hanging
down
his
sides
clumsily
,
and
a
thin
silver
watch-chain
looped
very
low
on
a
rucked-up
blue
serge
waistcoat
.
"
A
man
like
that
do
n't
go
anywhere
in
particular
.
"
I
was
too
concerned
at
the
news
to
ask
for
the
explanation
of
that
pronouncement
,
and
he
went
on
.
"
He
left
--
let
's
see
--
the
very
day
a
steamer
with
returning
pilgrims
from
the
Red
Sea
put
in
here
with
two
blades
of
her
propeller
gone
.
Three
weeks
ago
now
.
"
"
Was
n't
there
something
said
about
the
Patna
case
?
"
I
asked
,
fearing
the
worst
.
He
gave
a
start
,
and
looked
at
me
as
if
I
had
been
a
sorcerer
.
"
Why
,
yes
!
How
do
you
know
?
Some
of
them
were
talking
about
it
here
.
There
was
a
captain
or
two
,
the
manager
of
Vanlo
's
engineering
shop
at
the
harbour
,
two
or
three
others
,
and
myself
.
Jim
was
in
here
too
,
having
a
sandwich
and
a
glass
of
beer
;
when
we
are
busy
--
you
see
,
captain
--
there
's
no
time
for
a
proper
tiffin
.
He
was
standing
by
this
table
eating
sandwiches
,
and
the
rest
of
us
were
round
the
telescope
watching
that
steamer
come
in
;
and
by-and-by
Vanlo
's
manager
began
to
talk
about
the
chief
of
the
Patna
;
he
had
done
some
repairs
for
him
once
,
and
from
that
he
went
on
to
tell
us
what
an
old
ruin
she
was
,
and
the
money
that
had
been
made
out
of
her
.
He
came
to
mention
her
last
voyage
,
and
then
we
all
struck
in
.
Some
said
one
thing
and
some
another
--
not
much
--
what
you
or
any
other
man
might
say
;
and
there
was
some
laughing
.
Captain
O'Brien
of
the
Sarah
W.
