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Accordingly that same evening, while Samuel was pleading eloquently on behalf of our dumb fellow-creatures, and Jemima, having recovered from her tears, was sitting abstractedly over a shorthand exercise in her own bedroom, Mrs Shuckleford took upon herself to pay a friendly call at Number 6. It happened to be one of Horace's late evenings, so that Mrs Cruden was alone.
And when the division of the proceeds of the sale of the railway came to be divided it turned out that Mr Cruden's administrators, heirs, and assigns were entitled to about a third of the value of that gentleman's shares, or in other words, something like a sixth of their old property, which little windfall, after a good deal of wandering about and search for an owner, came finally under the notice of Mr Richmond's successors, who in turn passed it over to Mrs Cruden with a very neat little note of congratulation on the good fortune which had made her and her sons the joint proprietors of a snug little income of from £300 to £400 a year.
Harker hastily turned over the file, and eagerly searched the police and country intelligence. In a minute or two he looked up and said, "Had Cruden senior changed his name?" "How do I know?" said Booms, with a bewildered look. "I mean, had he dropped his surname? Look here." And he showed Booms the paragraph which appeared in the London papers the morning after Reginald's arrest.
"Cruden." "Well, Cruden, I'm precious glad you've turned up. It'll make all the difference to me. I was getting as big a cad as any of those fellows there, for you're bound to be sociable. But you're a nicer sort, and it's a good job for me, I can tell you."
I wish to goodness you were both back here." "He might just as well have left out that about the scholarship," said Reginald; "it's not very cheering news to hear of another fellow stepping into your place like that." "I suppose he thought we'd be curious to know," said Horace. "Precious curious!" growled Reginald. "But who's your letter from, Reg?" asked Mrs Cruden.
Still, most companies had the word after their name, and he made a note to inquire of Mr Medlock whether it applied to them "was held on October 31st at the company's offices. Present, the Bishop of S in the chair, Messrs. Medlock, Blank, M.P., So-and-so, etcetera. The secretary, Mr Cruden, having been introduced, took his seat and thanked the directors for their confidence.
He reached the Shades a few minutes before seven, and waited outside till his friend arrived. He had not to wait long, for Blandford and a couple of companions drove up punctually in a hansom all of them, to Reginald's horror, being arrayed in full evening dress. "Hullo, Cruden, you've turned up then," said Blandford. "What, not in regimentals? You usen't to be backward in that way.
"That looks very much as if it was meant for Cruden," said Harker "all except the name. If it is, that was Tuesday he was remanded, and to-day is the day he is to be brought up again. Oh, why didn't we know this before?" "Yes. I knew I was to blame. I knew it all along," said Booms, taking every expression of regret as a personal castigation.
The two stood facing one another for a moment in silence, breathless still, and trembling with the excitement of the last few minutes. "Oh, Cruden!" cried the boy at last, seizing Reginald's arm, "what will you think of me? I was I I'd been drinking I'm sober now, but " Reginald cut him short gently but firmly. "I know," said he. "You'd better go home now, young 'un."
"But after all, Mrs Shuckleford," said Mrs Cruden, "there are worse troubles in this life than separation." "You're right. Oh, I'm so sorry for you." "Why for me? I have only the lighter sorrow." "Oh, Mrs Cruden, do you call a wicked son a light sorrow?" "Certainly not, but my sons, thank God, are good, brave boys, both of them." "And who told you 'e was a good, brave boy? Reggie, I mean."
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