"And now stop!" said the captain, coming to a standstill, and looking from one brother to the other, with quite a new rigging of wrinkles about each eye; "you are of opinion," to the elder, "that you are ra′ather slow?"
"I assure you I am very slow," said the honest Hugh.
"Wa′al," replied the captain, "I assure you that to the best of my belief I am ra′ather smart. Now a slow man ain′t good at quick business, is he?"
That was clear to both.
"You," said the captain, turning to the younger brother, "are a little in love; ain′t you?"
"Not a little, Captain Jorgan."
"Much or little, you′re sort preoccupied; ain′t you?"
It was impossible to be denied.
"And a sort preoccupied man ain′t good at quick business, is he?" said the captain.
Equally clear on all sides.
"Now," said the captain, "I ain′t in love myself, and I′ve made many a smart run across the ocean, and I should like to carry on and go ahead with this affair of yours, and make a run slick through it. Shall I try? Will you hand it over to me?"
They were both delighted to do so, and thanked him heartily.
"Good," said the captain, taking out his watch. "This is half-past eight a.m., Friday morning. I′ll jot that down, and we′ll compute how many hours we′ve been out when we run into your mother′s post-office. There! The entry′s made, and now we go ahead."
They went ahead so well that before the Barnstaple lawyer′s office was open next morning, the captain was sitting whistling on the step of the door, waiting for the clerk to come down the street with his key and open it. But instead of the clerk there came the master, with whom the captain fraternised on the spot to an extent that utterly confounded him.
As he personally knew both Hugh and Alfred, there was no difficulty in obtaining immediate access to such of the father′s papers as were in his keeping. These were chiefly old letters and cash accounts; from which the captain, with a shrewdness and despatch that left the lawyer far behind, established with perfect clearness, by noon, the following particulars:—
That one Lawrence Clissold had borrowed of the deceased, at a time when he was a thriving young tradesman in the town of Barnstaple, the sum of five hundred pounds. That he had borrowed it on the written statement that it was to be laid out in furtherance of a speculation which he expected would raise him to independence; he being, at the time of writing that letter, no more than a clerk in the house of Dringworth Brothers, America Square, London. That the money was borrowed for a stipulated period; but that, when the term was out, the aforesaid speculation failed, and Clissold was without means of repayment. That, hereupon, he had written to his creditor, in no very persuasive terms, vaguely requesting further time. That the creditor had refused this concession, declaring that he could not afford delay. That Clissold then paid the debt, accompanying the remittance of the money with an angry letter describing it as having been advanced by a relative to save him from ruin. That, in acknowlodging the receipt, Raybrock had cautioned Clissold to seek to borrow money of him no more, as he would never so risk money again.
Before the lawyer the captain said never a word in reference to these discoveries.
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