I beg your pardon. The note was from Bellamy, my next neighbour. Well? You were saying
Only that I have taken a fancy perhaps a foolish fancy to this place of yours, and Ill give you, if you like, all that you have spent upon it.
Well, he replied reflectively, but with a little twinkle in his eye, that seems handsome. But the place isnt really worth the half that I spent upon it. Anybody would tell you that. Come, let us be honest, whatever we are. Ill tell you a better way. We will put the matter into the hands of Bellamy. He knows what a coffee plantation is worth. He shall name a price, and if we can agree upon that, we will make a deal of it.
The other man changed colour. He wanted to settle the thing at once as between gentlemen. What need of third parties? But Reginald stood firm, and he presently rode away, quite sure that in a day or two this planter, too, would have heard the news.
A month later, the young coffee-planter stood on the deck of a steamer homeward bound. In his pocket-book was a plan of his auriferous estate; in a bag hanging round his neck was a small collection of yellow nuggets; in his boxes was a chosen assortment of quartz.
Act III
Well, sir, said the financier, youve brought this thing to me. You want my advice. Well, my advice is, dont fool away the only good thing that will ever happen to you. Luck such as this doesnt come more than once in a lifetime.
I have been offered ten thousand pounds for my estate.
Oh! Have you! Ten thousand? That was very liberal very liberal indeed. Ten thousand for a gold reef!
But I thought as an old friend of my father you would, perhaps
Young man, dont fool it away. Hes waiting for you, I suppose, round the corner, with a bottle of fizz, ready to close.
He is.
Well, go and drink his champagne. Always get whatever you can. And then tell him that youll see him
I certainly will, sir, if you advise it. And then?
And then leave it to me. And, young man, I think I heard, a year or two ago, something about you and my girl Rosie.
There was something, sir. Not enough to trouble you about it.
She told me. Rosie tells me all her love affairs.
Is she is she unmarried?
Oh, yes! and for the moment I believe she is free. She has had one or two engagements, but, somehow, they have come to nothing. There was the French count, but that was knocked on the head very early in consequence of things discovered. And there was the Boom in Guano, but he fortunately smashed, much to Rosies joy, because she never liked him. The last was Lord Evergreen. He was a nice old chap when you could understand what he said, and Rosie would have liked the title very much, though his grandchildren opposed the thing. Well, sir, I suppose you couldnt understand the trouble we took to keep that old man alive for his own wedding. Science did all it could, but twas of no use The financier sighed. The ways of Providence are inscrutable. He died, sir, the day before.
That was very sad.
A dashing of the cup from the lip, sir. My daughter would have been a countess. Well, young gentleman, about this estate of yours. I think I see a way I think, I am not yet sure that I do see a way. Go now. See this liberal gentleman, and drink his champagne. And come here in a week. Then, if I still see my way, you shall understand what it means to hold the position in the City which is mine.
And and may I call upon Rosie?
Not till this day week not till I have made my way plain.
Act IV
And so it means this. Oh, Rosie, you look lovelier than ever, and Im as happy as a king. It means this. Your father is the greatest genius in the world. He buys my property for sixty thousand pounds sixty thousand. Thats over two thousand a year for me, and he makes a company out of it with a hundred and fifty thousand capital. He says that, taking ten thousand out of it for expenses, there will be a profit of eighty thousand. And all that he gives to you eighty thousand, thats three thousand a year for you; and sixty thousand, thats two more, my dearest Rosie. You remember what you said, that when you married you should step out of one room like this into another just as good?
Oh, Reggie, she sank upon his bosom you know I never could love anybody but you. Its true I was engaged to old Lord Evergreen, but that was only because he had one foot you know and when the other foot went in too, just a day too soon, I actually laughed. So the pater is going to make a company of it, is he? Well, I hope he wont put any of his own money into it, Im sure, because of late all the companies have turned out so badly.
But, my child, the place is full of gold.
Then why did he turn it into a company, my dear boy? And why didnt he make you stick to it? But you know nothing of the City. Now, let us sit down and talk about what we shall do dont, you ridiculous boy!
Then why did he turn it into a company, my dear boy? And why didnt he make you stick to it? But you know nothing of the City. Now, let us sit down and talk about what we shall do dont, you ridiculous boy!
Act V
Another house just like the first. The bride stepped out of one palace into another. With their five or six thousand a year, the young couple could just manage to make both ends meet. The husband was devoted; the wife had everything that she could wish. Who could be happier than this pair in a nest so luxurious, their life so padded, their days so full of sunshine? It was a year after marriage. The wife, contrary to her usual custom, was the first at breakfast. A few letters were waiting for her chiefly invitations. She opened and read them. Among them lay one addressed to her husband. Not looking at the address, she opened and read that as well:
Dear Reginald:
I venture to address you as an old friend of your own and school-fellow of your mothers. I am a widow with four children. My husband was the vicar of your old parish you remember him and me. I was left with a little income of about two hundred a year. Twelve months ago I was persuaded in order to double my income a thing which seemed certain from the prospectus to invest everything in a new and rich gold mine. Everything. And the mine has never paid anything. The company it is called the Solid Gold Reef Company, is in liquidation because, though there is really the gold there, it costs too much to get it. I have no relatives anywhere to help me. Unless I can get assistance my children and I must go at once tomorrow into the workhouse. Yes, we are paupers. I am ruined by the cruel lies of that prospectus, and the wickedness which deluded me, and I know not how many others, out of my money. I have been foolish, and am punished; but those people, who will punish them? Help me, if you can, my dear Reginald. Oh! For GODS sake, help my children and me.
This, said Rosie meditatively, is exactly the kind of thing to make Reggie uncomfortable. Why, it might make him unhappy all day. Better burn it. She dropped the letter into the fire. Hes an impulsive, emotional nature, and he doesnt understand the City. If people are so foolish What a lot of fibs the poor old pater does tell, to be sure! Hes a regular novelist Oh! here you are, you lazy boy!
Kiss me, Rosie. He looked as handsome as Apollo, and as cheerful. I wish all the world were as happy as you and me. Heigho! some poor devils, Im afraid
Tea or coffee, Reg?
Ernest Bramah
The Coin of Dionysius
It was eight oclock at night and raining, scarcely a time when a business so limited in its clientele as that of a coin dealer could hope to attract any customer, but a light was still showing in the small shop that bore over its window the name of Baxter, and in the even smaller office at the back the proprietor himself sat reading the latest Pall Mall. His enterprise seemed to be justified, for presently the door bell gave its announcement, and throwing down his paper Mr. Baxter went forward.
As a matter of fact the dealer had been expecting someone and his manner as he passed into the shop was unmistakably suggestive of a caller of importance. But at the first glance towards his visitor the excess of deference melted out of his bearing, leaving the urbane, self-possessed shopman in the presence of the casual customer.
Mr. Baxter, I think? said the latter. He had laid aside his dripping umbrella and was unbuttoning overcoat and coat to reach an inner pocket. You hardly remember me, I suppose? Mr. Carlyle two years ago I took up a case for you
To be sure, Mr. Carlyle, the private detective
Inquiry agent, corrected Mr. Carlyle precisely.
Well, smiled Mr. Baxter, for that matter I am a coin dealer and not an antiquarian or a numismatist. Is there anything in that way that I can do for you?
Yes, replied his visitor; it is my turn to consult you. He had taken a small wash-leather bag from the inner pocket and now turned something carefully out upon the counter. What can you tell me about that?
The dealer gave the coin a moments scrutiny.
There is no question about this, he replied. It is a Sicilian tetradrachm of Dionysius.
Yes, I know that I have it on the label out of the cabinet. I can tell you further that its supposed to be one that Lord Seastoke gave two hundred and fifty pounds for at the Brice sale in 94.
It seems to me that you can tell me more about it than I can tell you, remarked Mr. Baxter. What is it that you really want to know?
I want to know, replied Mr. Carlyle, whether it is genuine or not.
Has any doubt been cast upon it?
Certain circumstances raised a suspicion that is all.
The dealer took another look at the tetradrachm through his magnifying glass, holding it by the edge with the careful touch of an expert. Then he shook his head slowly in a confession of ignorance.
Of course I could make a guess
No, dont, interrupted Mr. Carlyle hastily. An arrest hangs on it and nothing short of certainty is any good to me.
Is that so, Mr. Carlyle? said Mr. Baxter, with increased interest.
Well, to be quite candid, the thing is out of my line. Now if it was a rare Saxon penny or a doubtful noble Id stake my reputation on my opinion, but I do very little in the classical series.