And so on, for sentence after sentence. Sears heard some of it, but not all. The letter he had just read--the letter from Judge Knowles which Bradley had handed him before he left Orham--was of itself too startling and disturbing to be dismissed from his thoughts; but he heard some, enough to make him realize that there might be, in all probability was, trouble ahead. Just why Phillips had returned to Bayport, to take up his abode there permanently, was hard to understand, but there certainly must be some reason beside his "love" for the place and its people.
Neither place nor people should, so it seemed to the captain, appeal strongly to a citizen of the world, of the fashionable world, like Mr.
Egbert Phillips. It is true that he might perhaps live cheaper there than in most communities, but still.... No, Sears was sure that the former singing teacher had returned to the Cape in pursuance of a plan.
What that plan might be he could not guess, unless the widower contemplated contesting his wife"s gift to the Fair Harbor. That would be a losing fight, was certain to be, for Judge Knowles had seen to that. But if not that--what?
He gave very little thought to the matter at the time, for Judge Knowles" letter and its astounding proposition were monopolizing his mental machinery. That letter would have, as he might have expressed it, knocked him on his beam ends even if the Foam Flake"s unexpected outbreak had not knocked him there already. The letter was rather long, but it was to the point, nevertheless. Judge Knowles begged him--him, Sears Kendrick--to accept the appointment of trustee in charge of Elizabeth Berry"s twenty thousand dollar inheritance. The latter was hers in trust until she was thirty.
"I have seen enough of you to believe in you, Kendrick," so the judge had written. "Besides, you know the Berrys, mother and daughter, by this time, better than any one else--even Bradley--and you know my opinion of Cordelia"s headpiece. I don"t want her soft-headedness or foolishness to get any of Elizabeth"s money away from her. Elizabeth is a dutiful daughter and an unselfish girl and she may feel--or be led to feel--that her mother ought to have this money or a large part of it. I don"t want this to happen. Of course I expect Elizabeth to share her income with her mother, but I don"t want the princ.i.p.al disturbed. After she is thirty she can, of course, do what she likes with it, but that time isn"t now by some years. And then there is that Egbert. Look out for him. I say again, look out for him. If _he_ ever got a penny of this money I should turn over in my grave. Perhaps you think I am an old fool and am treating him with more seriousness than he deserves. You won"t think so when you know him as well as I do, mark my words. And I think you are the one man around here that has had worldly experience enough, backed by brains and common-sense, to see through him and handle him. I don"t mean that there aren"t other smart men in town, but most of the smartest are in active service and at sea a good share of the time. You will be right here for a few years at least. And you are honest, and you like Elizabeth Berry, and will look out for her interests.... Of course I can"t compel you to take this trusteeship, but I hope you will, as a favor to her and to me. I have written her a letter similar to this, but I have left her a free choice in the matter. If she does not want you for her trustee then that ends it. Being the kind of girl she is, I think she will be mighty glad to have you...."
And this was the proposition which was causing the captain so much anxiety and perplexity. It interfered with the sleep which Doctor Sheldon seemed to feel necessary to his patient"s complete recovery from the setback. It prevented his keeping those damaged legs of his absolutely quiet. Time and time again Judah, at work in what he always referred to as the "galley," heard his lodger tossing about in the spare stateroom and occasionally muttering to himself.
For Sears, facing the problem of accepting or declining the trust, was quite aware that the dilemma upon which the judge had perched him had two very sharp horns. If he declined--always of course supposing that Elizabeth Berry asked him to accept--if he declined he would be acting contrary to her wishes and Judge Knowles". If he did decline, then Bradley would be the trustee. Knowles, in a part of the letter not quoted, had said that he imagined that would have to be the alternative.
And Bradley--a good man, an honest and capable man--was not a resident of Bayport and could not, as he could, keep an eye upon the Berrys nor upon those who might try to influence them. And Bradley did not know Bayport as he, Kendrick, did.
But on the other hand, suppose Elizabeth begged him to take the trusteeship and he did take it? To begin with, he dreaded the added responsibility and distrusted his ability to handle investments. His record as a business man ash.o.r.e was brief enough and not of a kind to inspire self-confidence. And what would people say concerning it and him? He and Elizabeth were in daily contact. Their a.s.sociation in the management of the Fair Harbor was close already. If he should be given charge of her fortune--for it was a fortune, in Bayport eyes--would not his every action be liable to misconstruction? Would not malicious gossip begin to whisper all sorts of things? To misconstrue motives and ...? Perhaps they were already whispering. He had seen Elvira Snowden but once since she and Mrs. Chase surprised him and Elizabeth in the Eyrie, but on that one occasion Elvira had, so it seemed to him, looked queer--and knowing. It was foolish, of course; it was ridiculous, and wicked. He and Elizabeth were friendly, had come to be very good friends indeed, but----
And here his train of thought stopped dead, while the same guilty shiver he had before felt ran up and down his spine.... Good Lord above! _what_ was he thinking of? What could be the matter with him? Why, even if things were as they had been he would be crazy to.... And now she was a rich woman, rich compared to him, at least.
No! And over and over again, No! He would decline the trusteeship. And he would make it his business to get well and to sea again as soon as possible. As soon as she came to him to mention the judge"s letter and its insane request he would settle that proposal once and for all.
But she did not come. On the third day the doctor refused to permit him to leave the bed.
"You stay where you are for another two days," commanded Sheldon. "It will do you good, and while I"m boss you shan"t take chances. Cahoon and I have got you where we want you now and we"ll keep you there till we pipe you on deck. Eh, Judah?"
Judah grinned. "Aye, aye," was his rejoinder. "Got the handspike ready to my fist, Doctor. He"ll stay put if I have to lash him to the bunk with a chain cable. It"s all for your good, Cap"n Sears. That"s what my ma used to tell me when she dosed me up every spring with brimstone and mola.s.ses."
So, reluctantly realizing that it was for his good, Sears "stayed put."
He had a few callers, although Judah saw to it that their calls were brief. Elizabeth was not one of these. She came at least once a day to inquire about him, but she did not ask to see him. The captain, trying not to be disappointed, endeavored to console himself with the idea that she was following Judge Knowles" advice, as repeated by Bradley, and meant to take plenty of time before making up her mind concerning the trusteeship.
One of his visitors was George Kent. On the fourth day, on his way to the Macombers for dinner, the young fellow called at the Minot place.
Judah was out, but Sears heard his visitor"s voice and step through the open doors of the dining room and kitchen and shouted to him to come in.
His manner when he entered was, so it seemed to the captain, a trifle constrained, but his inquiries concerning the latter"s health were cordial enough. As for Sears, he, of course, made it a point to be especially cordial.
They talked of many things, but not of their recent encounter on the Orham road. Sears did not like to be the first to mention it and it appeared as if Kent wished to avoid it altogether. But at last, after a short interval of silence, a break in the conversation, he did refer to it.
"Cap"n Kendrick," he said, reddening and looking rather nervous and uncomfortable, "I--I suppose you thought I was--was pretty disagreeable the other evening. I mean when we met in the rain and Elizabeth was with you."
"Eh? Disagreeable?"
"Yes. I wasn"t very pleasant, I know. I"m sorry. That--that was one of the things I came to say. I lost my temper, I guess."
"Well, if you did I don"t know as I blame you, George. A night like that is enough to lose any one"s temper. I lost mine. The Foam Flake ran away with it. But he"s repentin" in sackcloth and ashes, I guess. Judah says the old horse is lamer than I am."
He laughed heartily. Kent"s laugh was short. His uneasiness seemed to increase.
"Yes," he said, returning to the subject which was evidently uppermost in his mind. "Yes, I did--er--lose my temper, perhaps. But--but it seems almost as if I had a--er--well, some excuse. You see--well, you see, Cap"n Kendrick, I didn"t like it very much, the idea of Elizabeth"s going over to Orham with--with you, you know."
Sears looked at him in surprise. "Why, she went with me because it was the simplest way to get there," he explained. "I was goin" anyhow, and Bradley had asked her to be there, too. So, it was natural enough that we should go together."
"Well--well, I don"t see why she didn"t tell me she was going."
"Perhaps she didn"t think to tell you."
"Nonsense!... I mean.... Well, anyhow, if she had told me I should have looked out for her, of course. I could have hired a rig and driven her over."
"But she knew you were at work down at the store. She said that, didn"t she? Seems to me I remember hearin" her say that she didn"t want you to--to feel that you must take the afternoon off on her account."
The young man stirred impatiently. "That"s foolishness," he declared.
"She seems to think Ba.s.sett has a mortgage on my life. He hasn"t, not by a long shot. I don"t mean to keep his books much longer; I"ve got other things to attend to. My law is getting on pretty well."
"Glad to hear it, George."
"Yes. I shall read with Bradley for a while longer, of course, but after that--well, I don"t know. I was talking with--with a man who has had a good deal of experience with lawyers--real city lawyers, not the one-horse sort--and he says the thing for an ambitious young fellow to do is to get into one of those city offices. Then you have a chance."
"Oh--I see. But isn"t it kind of hard to get in, unless you have some acquaintance or influence?"
"I don"t know as it is. And I guess this man will help me if I want him to."
"So? That"s good. Did he say he would?"
"No-o, not exactly, but I think he will. And he"s got the acquaintances, all right enough. He knows almost everybody that"s worth while."
"That"s the kind to tie to. Who is he? Somebody up in Boston?"
George shifted again. "I"d rather not mention his name just now," he said. "Our talks have been rather--er--confidential and I don"t know that I should have said anything about them. But I"ve got plans, you see. Then there is my aunt"s estate. I am the administrator of that."
"Oh? I didn"t know. Your aunt, eh?"
"Yes, my Aunt Charlotte, mother"s sister. She was single and lived up in Meriden, Connecticut. She died about a month ago and left everything to my half-sister and me--my married sister in Springfield, you know. I have charge of--of the estate, settling it and all that."
Sears smiled inwardly at the self-satisfaction with which the word "estate" was uttered. But outwardly he was serious enough.
"Good for you, George!" he exclaimed. "Congratulations. I hope you"ve come in for a big thing."
His visitor colored slightly. "Well--well, of course," he admitted, "the estate isn"t very large, but----"
"But it"s an estate. I"m glad for you, son."
"Yes--er--yes.... But really, Cap"n, I didn"t mean to talk about that.
I--I just wanted to say that--that I was sorry if I--er--wasn"t as polite as I might have been the other night, and--well, I thought--it seemed as if I--I ought to say--to say----"
Whatever it was it seemed to be hard to say. The captain tried to help.
"Yes, of course, George," he prompted. "Heave ahead and say it."
"Well--well, it"s just this, Cap"n Kendrick: Elizabeth and you are--are together a good deal, in the Fair Harbor affairs, you know, and--and--she doesn"t think, of course--and you _are_ a lot older than she is--but all the same----"
Sears interrupted.