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"Oh, I say, Tanner," I said, "don't quarrel with him about me. What he said did no harm. Mr Reardon was as friendly as could be." "That's a cracker," cried Smith sharply. At that moment a marine came to the door. "First lieutenant wants to see Mr Herrick directly." "Yes; where is he?" I said, smiling purposely, of course. "With the cap'n, sir, on the quarter-deck."
'And the hero grocer! shouted Jasper, mirthfully. 'Oh, but it's quite decent; only rather depressing. The decently ignoble or, the ignobly decent? Which is Biffen's formula? I saw him a week ago, and he looked hungrier than ever. 'Ah, but poor Reardon! I passed him at King's Cross not long ago. He didn't see me walks with his eyes on the ground always and I hadn't the courage to stop him.
Reardon thought better of Whelpdale for this emotion; he had not believed him capable of it. 'It isn't a case of vulgar cheating! cried the forsaken one presently. 'Don't go away thinking that. She writes in real distress and penitence she does indeed. Oh, the devil! Why did I let her go to Birmingham? A fortnight more, and I should have had her safe. But it's just like my luck.
But I knew it wasn't, and took a turn up and down till I saw Mr Reardon salute and come away, looking very intent and busy. I waited till he was pretty close, and then started to intercept him. His keen eye was on me in an instant. "Bless my soul, Mr Herrick!" he cried, "what are you doing? Surely your duty does not bring you here?" "No, sir," I said, saluting.
"Son," said Cappy, "hereafter, when making out Mr. Reardon's pay check, tack onto it twenty-five dollars extra each month. That is all." "Thank you, sor," murmured Mr. Reardon, quite overcome. "Get out!" cried Cappy. "You're a vision of sudden death. Go wash yourself." As Mr. Reardon took his departure Cappy sighed. "If Skinner only had a set of works like that port engineer!" he murmured.
He sounded stupid standing there and able, apparently, to do nothing better than repeat. "How was that? How do you understand they used to be?" Reardon lost patience. You could afford to, evidently, with so numb an antagonist. "Why, you know," he said. "You remember how things used to be." Jeff looked full at him now, and there was a curious brightness in his eyes. "I don't," he said.
She was there just before the train came in and there also, a fine figure in his excellently fitting clothes, was Reardon. He was walking the platform, nervously Lydia thought, but he seemed not to be waiting for any one. Seeing her he looked, though she might have fancied it, momentarily disconcerted, but took off his hat to her and turned immediately to resume his march.
"Captain Murphy ordhered me to let ye out," he explained to the supercargo, "an' towld me to turrn me back on ye." "Please thank him for me," von Staden replied gently. "I scarcely expected such kindness at his hands. You may turn your back now, Mr. Reardon." So Mr. Reardon turned his back, and, despite the rush of the British jackies to stop him, Herr August Carl von Staden reached the rail.
'Who'll represent you there?''I shall look in now and then, of course; there'll be a clerk, like at the old place. He talked of the matter in detail of the doctors who would attend, and of certain new arrangements to be tried. 'Have you engaged the clerk? Reardon asked. 'Not yet. I think I know a man who'll suit me, though. 'You wouldn't be disposed to give me the chance?
Reardon, of course, referred to the late Oliver Cromwell. Any one who has ever read the sorry history of Erin knows what the amiable Oliver did to the Irish. Consequently such an one will have no difficulty in estimating the precise proportions of bad luck Terence Reardon prayed might be the immediate heritage of the crew of the S.S. Narcissus.
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