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Updated: June 16, 2025
Them lights out there are Eastboro Twin-Lights. I'm the keeper of 'em. My name's Atkins, Seth Atkins." "Delighted to meet you, Mr. Atkins. And tremendously obliged to you, besides." "You needn't be. I ain't done nothin'. Let me see, you said your name was " "Did I?" The young man seemed startled, almost alarmed. "When?" Seth was embarrassed, but not much.
"Joking aside," he said, "I don't see why I shouldn't, in time, make an ideal assistant lightkeeper. Give me a trial, at any rate. I need an employer; you need a helper. Here we both are. Come; it is a bargain, isn't it? Any brass to be scrubbed boss?" Of course, had Eastboro Twin-Lights been an important station, the possibility of John Brown's remaining there would have been nonexistent.
"I repeat," he said, "'What's the matter with John Brown? And echo answers, 'He's all right! I am a candidate for the position of assistant keeper at Eastboro Twin-Lights." "Me." "But but aw, go on! You're foolin'." "Not a fool. I mean it. I am here. I'm green, but in the sunshine of your experience I agree to ripen rapidly. I can wash dishes you've seen me.
Companionship in a lonely spot like Eastboro Twin-Lights is a test of a man's temper. Brown stood the test well. If he made mistakes in the work and he did make some ridiculous ones he cheerfully undid them when they were pointed out to him.
He seemed much surprised to find the keeper of Eastboro Twin-Lights standing on his front step. "Why, hello, Atkins!" he cried. "What in the world are you doing over here? a night like this!" "Has has Mrs. Bascom been here? Is she here now?" panted Seth anxiously. "Mrs. Bascom? Who is Mrs. Bascom?" "She she's a friend of mine.
When he reached the first clumps of bayberry bushes bordering the deeply rutted road, a joyful cloud of mosquitoes rose and settled about him like a fog. So Seth Atkins was left alone to do double duty at Eastboro Twin-Lights, pending the appointment of another assistant. The two days and nights following Ezra's departure had been strenuous and provoking.
It might be that he must face something more serious than questions. Quite possible Seth, finding him absent, had investigated and seen. Well, if he had, then he had, that was all. The murder would be out, and Eastboro Twin-Lights would shortly be shy a substitute assistant keeper. But there were no embarrassing questions. Atkins scarcely noticed him.
And, more than all, he respected his companion's desire to remain a mystery. Brown decided that Atkins was, as he had jokingly called him, a man with a past. What that past might be, he did not know or try to learn. "Mind your own business," Seth had declared to be the motto of Eastboro Twin-Lights, and that motto suited both parties to the agreement.
Seth Atkins, keeper of the Eastboro Twin-Lights, yawned, stretched, and glanced through the seaward windows of the octagon-shaped, glass-enclosed room at the top of the north tower, where he had spent the night just passed. Then he rose from his chair and extinguished the blaze in the great lantern beside him.
The inventor had not known it until that moment, and he took time to consider before making another remark. His sister-in-law was employed as housekeeper at some bungalow or other situated in close proximity to the Twin-Lights; that he had discovered since his arrival on the morning train. Prior to that he had known only that she was in Eastboro for the summer.
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