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Updated: June 9, 2025
Black Milsom's dark face grew livid, as he started from his chair and dragged on the crater coat which he had taken off on entering the room. "It would be like my luck to lose that money," he said; "it would be just like my luck. Come, Wayman. What are you staring at, man?" he cried impatiently. "Come." "Where?" "To my old place. You can tell me all about the changes at we go.
"No, no," said Andrew Larkspur, "but you must not get so excited; keep quiet tell me all you know of Wayman, and then we shall see our way." At this point of the conversation Jane Payland knocked at the door of her mistress's sitting-room, and the interview between Honoria and the police-officer was interrupted.
"When an unlucky chap turns his back upon his comrades, the worst word in their mouths isn't half bad enough for him. That's the way of the world, that is. No, Dennis Wayman; I didn't bolt with the swag not sixpence of Valentine Jernam's money have I had the spending of; no even what I won from him at cards.
After having said this, slowly and deliberately, with an appalling earnestness of voice and manner, Joyce Harker looked from Dennis Wayman to Black Milsom, and this time the masks they were accustomed to wear did not serve these scoundrels so well as usual, for in the faces of both there was a look of fear. "I am going to search for my captain," said Joyce. "Good night, mates."
She did not welcome her father's return with any demonstration of affection; she looked at him with a strange, wondering gaze; and she looked with an anxious expression from him to his companion. Dennis Wayman came in presently, and as the girl recognized him, a transient look, almost like horror, flitted across her face, unseen by the sailor.
Milsom applied himself to his supper, which consisted of a smoking steak, and a dish of still more smoking potatoes. Dennis Wayman sat watching him for some minutes in thoughtful silence. The intent gaze with which he regarded the face of his friend, was that of a man who was by no means inclined to believe every syllable he had heard.
Unhappily, however, the fumes of the strong liquor had already begun to mount to his brain, and the clerk was completely forgotten. He opened his pocket-book every time he had occasion to pay his losses, and whenever he opened it the greedy eyes of Dennis Wayman and Black Milsom devoured the contents with a furtive gaze. With every hand the sailor grew more excited.
That's the sort of thing you'd do, if I happened to be a born innocent, isn't it, Mr. Wayman? But you see I'm not a born innocent, so you won't get the chance of doing anything of the kind." "Don't be a fool," returned Dennis Wayman, in a surly tone. "You'll please to remember that one half of Valentine Jernam's money belongs to me, and ought to have been in my possession long before this.
This time there was no one but Milsom and Wayman in the bar, and the two seemed to be talking earnestly as Joyce entered. They left off, and looked up at the sound of the clerk's footsteps. "Tired of the music already?" asked Wayman. "I didn't come here to hear music," answered Joyce; "I came to look for my captain.
Larkspur directed a glance of keen and eager curiosity towards Lady Eversleigh. "You know Wayman?" he said. "Well, well," she repeated. "I know him to be an unscrupulous ruffian. If he knows where my child is, he will sell the secret for money, and we will give him money any sum; do you think I shall count the cost of her safety?"
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