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They determined to leave the matter to be decided by circumstances, and the behavior of Tudor Brown himself. They did not have to wait long. Precisely at midday the bell rang for dinner. Mr. Bredejord and the doctor, went to the table of the commander.
Bredejord, who had dreamed for a long time about an excursion to the land of the Sun. He also solicited a cabin under the same conditions. Every one in Stockholm now believed that Mr. Hochstedt would do the same, partly out of scientific curiosity, and partly from terror at the thought of passing so many months without the society of his friends. But all Stockholm was deceived.
"I am willing. I ask nothing better. How much time do you want?" "Let us take two more years, and wait until the second Christmas after this one." "It is agreed," answered Mr. Bredejord. "But be assured, doctor, that you will finally see me in possession of your Pliny!" "By my faith no. It will make a fine appearance in my book-case beside your Quintilian."
The doctor continued to enlarge upon his plan of proceeding, when he remarked the obstinate silence of the lawyer and the slightly ironical expression with which he listened to his conclusions. "If you are not of my opinion, Bredejord, I wish you would say so. You know that I do not fear to discuss the matter," he said, stopping short. "I have nothing to say," answered Mr. Bredejord.
But, if we find the passage closed, at least we shall have the consolation of knowing that we have neglected nothing that could have insured our success." "It is evident!" said Mr. Malarius, "that your arguments are unanswerable!" "Gently, gently," said Mr. Bredejord. "Do not let us go too fast. I have another objection.
But I can not compel his family to come forward and acknowledge him, if they have any reasons of their own for wishing him to continue lost to them. This is all I have to say, my dear Hochstedt; and now you must be the judge as to whether the Quintilian of our friend Bredejord should not legitimately be transferred to my book-case!"
Before the newspapers had given notice of their arrival, Mr. Bredejord had gone to Madrid, and by means of a banking-house opened communications with two large firms, one in Montreal and one in San Francisco. He had arranged to have two boat-loads of coal sent to two designated points, and had given the sign by which Erik was to make himself known.
The young captain then appointed the night watch, and sent the rest of the crew to bed, then he descended to the captain's room. Mr. Bredejord, Mr. Malarius, and the doctor were keeping watch beside the corpse. They arose as soon as they saw Erik. "My poor child, what is the cause of this sad state of things? How did it happen?" asked the doctor.
By his conversation and actions he had believed him to be a detective, or some agent of the police. Mr. Bredejord concluded from these facts that Patrick O'Donoghan had been systematically frightened by the person from whom he drew the money, and that this man had been sent to make him fear that criminal proceedings were about to be taken against him.
As for the condition upon which Tudor Brown bestowed his donation of twenty-five thousand kroners, both Dr. Schwaryencrona and Mr. Bredejord were strongly inclined to refuse to grant it. But if called upon to give some motive for their repugnance, they had to confess that they would not know what to say.
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