Mrs. Berry, of course, was in ecstasies concerning him. He was her ideal of a gentleman, she said, _so_ aristocratic. "So like the men I a.s.sociated with in the old days," she said. "Of course," she added, "he is an old friend. Dear "Belia and he were my dearest friends, you know, Captain Kendrick."
The captain was curious to learn Elizabeth"s opinion of him. He found that opinion distinctly favorable.
"He is different," she said. "Different, I mean, from any one I ever met. And at first I thought him conceited. But he isn"t really, he is just--well, different. I think I shall like him."
Sears smiled. "If you don"t you will be rather lonesome here in the Harbor, I judge," he observed.
She looked at him quickly. "You don"t like him, do you, Cap"n Kendrick?"
she said. "Why?"
"Why--why, I don"t say I don"t like him, Elizabeth."
"No, you don"t say it, but you look it. I didn"t think you took sudden dislikes, Cap"n. It doesn"t seem like you, somehow."
He could not explain, and he felt that he had disappointed her.
On the third day the news came that Mr. Phillips had left town, gone suddenly, so Judah said.
"He took the afternoon train and bought a ticket for Boston, so they tell me," declared the latter. "He"s left his dunnage at the Central House, so he"s comin" back, I cal"late; but n.o.body knows where he"s gone, nor why he went. Went over to Orham this mornin"--hired a horse-"n"-team down to the livery stable and went--come back about one o"clock, wouldn"t speak to n.o.body, went up to his room, never et no dinner, and then set sail for Boston on the up train. Cur"us, ain"t it?
Where do you cal"late likely he"s gone, Cap"n Sears?"
"Give it up, Judah. And," speaking quickly in order to head off the question he saw the Cahoon lips already forming, "I can"t guess why he"s gone, either."
But, although he did not say so, he could have guessed why Mr. Phillips had gone to Orham. Bradley, the Orham lawyer, had written the day before to say that the will of Lobelia Phillips would be opened and read at his office on Thursday morning. And this was Thursday. Bradley had suggested Sears"s coming over to be present at the reading of the will. "As you are so deeply interested in the Fair Harbor," he wrote, "I should think you might--or ought to--be on hand. I don"t believe Phillips will object."
But the captain had not accepted the invitation. Knowing, as he did, the disappointment which was in store for Egbert, he had no wish to see the blow fall. So he remained at home, but that afternoon Bradley himself drove into the Minot yard.
"I just stopped for a minute, Cap"n, he said. I had some other business in town here; that brought me over, but I wanted to tell you that we opened that will this morning."
Sears looked a question. "Well?" he queried.
Bradley nodded. "It was just about as we thought, and as the judge said," he declared. "The papers were there, of course, telling of the gift of the fifty thousand to the Harbor, of the gift of the land and house, everything. There was one other legacy, a small one, and then she left all the rest, "stocks, bonds, securities, personal effects and cash" to her beloved husband, Egbert Phillips. That"s all there was to it, Kendrick. Short but sweet, eh?"
Sears nodded. "Sweet enough," he agreed. "And how did the beloved husband take it?"
"Well ... well, he was pretty nasty. In fact he was about as nasty as anybody could be. He went white as a sheet and then red and then white again. I didn"t know, for a minute or two, what was going to happen, didn"t know but what I should have a fight on my hands. However, I didn"t. I don"t think he"s the fighting kind, not that kind of a fight.
He just took it out in being nasty. Said of course he should contest the gift, hinted at undue influence, spoke of thieves and swindlers--not naming "em, though--and then, when I suggested that he had better think it over before he said too much, pulled up short and walked out of the office. Yes, he was pretty nasty. But, honestly, Cap"n Kendrick, when I think it over, I don"t know that he was any nastier than I, or any other fellow, might have been under the circ.u.mstances. It was a smash between the eyes for him, that"s what it was. Met him, have you?"
"Yes."
"What do you think of him?"
"I don"t know--yet."
"Neither do I. He"s a polite chap, isn"t he?"
"No doubt about that. Say, Bradley, do you think he"s got much left of the "stocks, bonds," and all the rest that the will talked about?"
"I give it up. Of course we shall talk about that by and by, I suppose, but we haven"t yet. You know what Judge Knowles declared; he was perfectly sure that there wouldn"t be anything left--that this fellow and Lobelia had thrown away every loose penny of old Seymour"s money.
And, of course, he prophesied that this Egbert man would be back here as soon as his wife died to sell the Fair Harbor, ship and cargo, and get the money for them. The biggest satisfaction the old judge got out of life along toward the last of it was in knowing that he and Lobelia had fixed things so that that couldn"t be done. He certainly hated Phillips, the judge did."
"Um-hm. But he might have been prejudiced."
"Yes. Sometimes I wonder if he wasn"t."
"Tell me, Bradley: Did you know this Phillips man when he was skipper of the singin" school here in Bayport? Before he married Lobelia?"
"No. Nor I didn"t meet him when he and his wife were on here the last time. I was up in the State House serving out my two terms as county representative."
"I see.... Oh! You spoke of Lobelia"s leavin" another legacy. Who was that to? If it isn"t a secret."
"It is, so far. But it won"t be very long. She left five thousand, in cash and in Judge Knowles"s care, for Cordelia Berry over here at the Harbor. She and Lobelia were close friends, you know. Cordelia is to have it free and clear, but I am to invest it for her. She doesn"t know her good luck yet. I am going over now to tell her about it.... Oh, by the way, Cap"n: Judge Knowles"s nephew, the man from California, is expecting to reach Bayport next Sunday. He can"t stay out a little while, and so I shall have to hurry up that will and the business connected with it. Can you come over to my office Monday about ten?"
"Why, I suppose likely I could, but what do you want me for?"
"I don"t, except in the general way of always wanting to see you, Cap"n.
But Judge Knowles wanted you especially."
"He did! Wanted _me_?"
"Yes. Seems so. He left a memorandum of those he wanted on hand when his will was read. You are one, and Elizabeth Berry is another. Will you come?"
"Why--why, yes, I suppose so. But what in the world----"
"I don"t know. But I imagine we"ll all know Monday. I"ll look for you then, Cap"n."
CHAPTER XI
The reading of the Knowles will, so Bradley had said, was to take place at the lawyer"s office in Orham on Monday. It was Friday when Bradley called at the Minot place, and on Sat.u.r.day morning Sears and Elizabeth discussed the matter.
"Mr. Bradley said your name was on the list of those the judge asked to be on hand when the will was read," said the captain. "He asked me not to speak about the will to outsiders, and of course I haven"t, but you"re not an outsider. You"re goin" over, I suppose?"
She hesitated slightly. "Why, yes," she said. "I think I shall."
"Yes. Yes, I thought you would."
"I shall go because the judge seems to have wished me to be there, but why I can"t imagine. Can you, Cap"n Kendrick?"
Remembering his last conversation with Judge Knowles, Sears thought he might at least guess a possible reason, but he did not say so.
"We"re both interested in the Fair Harbor," he observed. "And we know how concerned the judge was with that."
She nodded. "Yes," she admitted. "Still I don"t see why mother was not asked if that was it. You are going over, of course?"
"Why--yes, I shall. Bradley seemed to want me to."