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What's the church got to do with business? Why, look there's old Wygant another of the vestrymen!" "Miss Gladys' father, you mean?" "Yes; old Lockman's brother-in-law. He's the other trustee of the estate. And do you suppose there's any rascality he doesn't know about?" "But he's a reformer!" cried the boy wildly. "Sure!" laughed Charlie.
"At 'Fairview'!" exclaimed the other. "Yes," said Samuel. "The Lockman place." "ALBERT Lockman's place?" "Yes." "How did she come to be there?" "Why, she was a friend of his. She was there to dinner." "What!" gasped the man. "How do you know it?" "I work there," replied Samuel. "And how did she come to go to the hotel?" "Master Albert turned her out," said Samuel.
"Just the post of under-turnkey, for I understand there's a vacancy," said the prisoner; "I wadna think of asking the lockman's* place ower his head; it wadna suit me sae weel as ither folk, for I never could put a beast out o' the way, much less deal wi' a man."
"Just the post of under-turnkey, for I understand there's a vacancy," said the prisoner; "I wadna think of asking the lockman's* place ower his head; it wadna suit me sae weel as ither folk, for I never could put a beast out o' the way, much less deal wi' a man."
It was thoughts like this that were driving Samuel he had Bertie Lockman's taunts ringing in his ears, and for the life of him he could not see why he should vacate the earth in favor of Bertie Lockman! So breakfast time passed, and dinner time passed, and supper time came.
He wanted to know all about the interview with "Old Stew"; and afterwards, having managed to divine Samuel's attitude to himself, he led him to talk about that, which Samuel did with the utmost frankness. "Gee, but you're a queer duffer!" was Lockman's comment; but Samuel didn't mind that.
"It means," went on the other, "that he was old Lockman's right-hand man, and had his finger in every dirty job that the old fellow ever did for thirty years. And it means that he runs the business now, and does all the crooked work that has to be done for it." There was a pause. "For instance, what?" asked Samuel in a low voice. "For instance, politics," said the other.
He had pitched his float into the pool below the weir the pool which lies in the broad, flat fields, with scarce a house in sight but the lockman's cottage and for the first time on a Saturday's fishing he saw his bait go clear to the bottom instead of being lost to view instantly in the boiling water of the weir-pool.
He lived in the big white house just after you climbed the ridge; and Miss Gladys was his only daughter. She had been old Mr. Lockman's favorite niece, and he had left her a great deal of money. People were always planning a match between her and Master Albert, but that always made Miss Gladys very angry.
"But the Lord!" ejaculated the other. "When it came time for ME to starve, I can promise you I found something else to do!" "Go on," he said after a pause; and Samuel told how he had saved young Lockman's life, and what happened afterwards. "And so he was your dream!" exclaimed the other. "You were up against a brace game, Sammy!" "But how was I to know?" protested the boy.
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