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Updated: June 24, 2025
It was a quarrel over cards, an' Greevy was drunk, an' followed Clint out into the prairie in the night and shot him like a coyote. Clint hadn't no chance, an' he jest lay there on the ground till morning, when Ricketts and Steve Joicey found him. An' Clint told Ricketts who it was." "Why didn't Ricketts tell it right out at once?" asked Sinnet.
"Speak no more, Lord of men and elephants; the Durwan is now outside the door, and he listens." "Good-night," said Joicey loudly, and he clicked off the light and went to bed. If the darkness was close in the large houses of the Cantonment, it was shut into the very essence of itself in the curio shop in Paradise Street.
When Hartley hailed him cheerfully, Joicey stopped dead and looked up, staring at him as though he were an apparition. He took off his hat and wiped his forehead. "Where did you spring from, Hartley?" he asked. "I did not see anyone just now." There was more irritation than warmth in his greeting of the police officer. "I was moonstruck by the edge of that confounded lake.
Joicey shrugged his heavy shoulders. "In any case, the man's not much use to us, and the money has gone. I'm not altogether sorry he got away." His eyes grew full of brooding shadows and he sat silent, still tapping the cloth with his fingers. "It's an odd coincidence," said Hartley, and his face grew keen again. "Mhtoon Pah's boy, Absalom, disappeared that same night.
It was so still that it got on my nerves." "Nerves," said Joicey abruptly. "There's too much talk of nerves altogether in these days." Joicey, like all large men with loud voices, was able to give an impression of solidity that is very refreshing and reviving at times, but, otherwise, Joicey was not looking entirely himself. He passed his handkerchief over his face again and laughed dully.
He was to be at a certain point below the wharves that evening, and the Lady Helen was to send a boat in to pick him up." "I understand," said Coryndon, "the warrant was issued about noon the same day?" "As far as I know, Joicey gave information against him just about then, but he had already left the bungalow.
"All day the police stand near to my house, and at night they do not leave it. At one word from the Master, whose speech is constructed of gold and precious metals, they can be withdrawn, and for that word I wait " He made a quick gesture with his tweed cap. "You will gain nothing by coming to my house, you swine," said Joicey, his eyes staring and his veins standing out on his forehead.
Just as Draycott Wilder stood high in the eyes of the Powers that govern the Civil Service of India, so, too, in his own way, was Craven Joicey, the Banker, a man with a solid reputation.
Joicey looked sulky and irritated, and he motioned Coryndon to a chair without seating himself. "Well," he said brusquely, "what's this about Rydal?" He pointed with a blunt finger to the card that he had thrown on to the table. "That," said Coryndon, also indicating the card, "is merely a means towards an end. I have the good fortune to find you not only in your house, but able to receive me."
This being done, he sat down and began to think steadily, letting the names drift through his brain, one by one, until they sorted themselves, and he felt for the most useful name to take first. "Joicey, the Banker, is a man of no importance," he murmured to himself, and again he said, "Joicey the Banker."
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