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Updated: June 17, 2025
They kept up their communications with me, sighing and singing, the merest murmurings of the wind in a sea shell: soothing accompaniments to my unremembered dreams. K. B. Horsfal, Millionaire When I awoke, the sun was streaming through the porthole upon my face. It was early morning, Saturday morning I remembered.
K. B. Horsfal was in ecstasies, if a two-hundred-pound, keen, brusk, American business man ever allows himself such liberties. Nothing would please him but that we should go another round, just to test out his new acquisition and give him the hang of the thing. To his supreme satisfaction, although I again beat him by the same small margin, he reduced his score for the round by eight strokes.
Every moment I expected him to ask me for some confidences in return, but on this point Mr. K. B. Horsfal was silent. We discovered our golfing ground, which proved to be a fairly good, little, nine-holed country course, rough and full of natural hazards. K. B. Horsfal could play golf, that I soon found out.
"He may be nearly all you say, but he has nothing to do with George Bremner running this little Trading Company any more than being under the necessity of buying his supplies here. I was put in by Mr. Horsfal himself, to be under no one, and with the appointment of superintendent of his Golden Crescent property. So, here I am like to stay as long as I want to, or until Mr.
In the half hour's run we had in the electric tram, I learned a great deal about Mr. K. B. Horsfal. He had migrated from the Midlands of England at the age of seventeen.
A report was brought to me half an hour ago that she was here. I came on at once myself. I trust that I am in time?" The Prince stood quite silent for a moment. "Fortunately," he answered coolly, "I have told her nothing." As Norgate entered the premises of Selingman, Horsfal and Company a little later on the same morning he looked around him in some surprise.
I was keenly disappointed and I fear I showed it. Only this, after all my rising hopes, the genial Mr. Horsfal wished to chat with me now that he had got his business worries over. "Why! what's the matter, son? You look crestfallen." "I am, too," I answered.
Do you mind if I take a peek around?" she asked, laughing. "Not a bit!" She "peeked around" and satisfied her curiosity to the full. "I am convinced," she said at last, "that in all this domestic artistry there is the touch of a feminine hand. Who was, or who is, the lady?" "I understand Mrs. Horsfal furnished and arranged this home. She lived here every summer before she died.
We ran alongside a rocky headland close to the shore, on which stood two little wooden sheds bearing the numbers one and two. We clambered up. "Number one is for gasoline; two for oil," volunteered my ever informing employer. The rock was connected to the shore by a well-built, wooden wharf on piles, which ran directly into what I rightly guessed had been the summer home of Mrs. Horsfal.
Horsfal," he mumbled rather thickly, in a voice that seemed to come from somewhere underground; "didn't know you in the distance." "Jake, shake with Mr. George Bremner; he's going to supervise the place and the new store, same as I explained to you two weeks ago. Hope you make friends. He's to be head boss man, and his word goes; but you'll find him twenty-four carat gold."
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