Again he paused, as if expecting a reply. And again the captain humored him.
"Much obliged," he said.
The Phillips hand waved the thanks away. There was another perceptible wait. Then said Egbert, "Captain Kendrick, as one man of the world to another, what do you think of the--ah--inst.i.tution next door?"
Sears looked at him. "What do I think of it?" he repeated.
"Yes, exactly. It was, as you know, the darling of my dear wife"s heart.
When she loaned her--shall we say her ancestral home, and--ah--money to the purpose she firmly believed the Fair Harbor for Mariners" Women to be an inspiration for good. She believed its founding to be the beginning of a great work. Is it doing that work, do you think? In your opinion, sir, is it a success?"
Captain Sears slowly stroked his close-cropped beard. What was the man driving at?
"Why--I don"t know as I know exactly what you mean by success," he hesitated. "It"s takin" care of its--er--boarders and it"s makin" a home for "em. That is what your wife wanted it to do, didn"t she?"
"Oh, yes, yes, quite so. But that is not precisely what I mean. Put it this way, sir: In your opinion, as a man of affairs----"
"Here, here, just a minute. I"m not a man of affairs. I"m a broken-down sea cap"n on sh.o.r.e, that"s all."
Again the upraised hand. "_I_ know what you are, Captain Kendrick,"
said Egbert. "That, if you will permit me to say so, is why I am asking your opinion. The success of a--ah--proposition depends, as I see it, upon the amount of success achieved in proportion to the amount of energy, capital--ah--whatnot invested. Now, considering the sum needed to support the Fair Harbor--paid, as doubtless you know, Captain Kendrick, from the interest of an amount loaned and set aside by my dear wife some years ago--considering that sum, I say, added to the amount sunk, or invested, in the house, land, furnishings, et cetera, is it your opinion that the inst.i.tution"s success is a sufficient return? Or, might not the same sums, put into other--ah--charities, reap larger rewards? Rewards in the shape of good to our fellow men and women, Captain Kendrick? What do you think?"
Sears crossed his knees.
"I don"t know," he said.
"Of course, of course. One does not know. But it is a question to be considered, is it not?"
"Why--why, yes, maybe. Do I understand that you are thinkin" of givin"
up the Fair Harbor? Doin" away with it?"
"Oh, no, no, no!" Mr. Phillips pushed the surmise deeper into the background with each negative. "I am not considering anything of that sort, Captain Kendrick."
"Well--humph! My mistake again. I thought you just said you were considerin" it."
"Only as a question, Captain, only as a question. While my wife lived, of course, the Fair Harbor--_her_ Fair Harbor--was a thing fixed, immovable. Now that she has been taken from me, it devolves upon me, the care of her trusts, her benefactions."
"Yes. So you said, Mr. Phillips."
"I believe I did say so. Yes. And therefore, as I see it, a part of that trust is to make sure that every penny of her--ah--charity is doing the greatest good to the greatest number."
"And you think the Fair Harbor isn"t gettin" its money"s worth?"
"Oh, no, no, no. I don"t say that. I don"t say that at all. I am sure it must be. I am merely considering, that is all, merely considering....
Well, Captain Kendrick, I must go. We shall see each other often, I trust. I have-ah--a suite at the Central House and if you will do me the honor of calling I shall greatly appreciate it. Pray drop in at any time, sir. Don"t, I beg of you, stand upon ceremony."
Sears promised that he would not. He was finding it hard to keep from smiling. A "suite" at the Central House, Bayport"s one hostelry, tickled him. He knew the rooms at that hit or miss tavern.
"Good-by, Captain Kendrick," said Mr. Phillips. "Upon one thing I feel sure you may congratulate yourself, that is that your troubles and petty annoyances as--ah--manager of the Fair Harbor are practically over."
"Oh," observed the captain.
"Yes. I think I shall be able to relieve you of _that_ care very shortly. And the sooner the better, I presume you are saying. Yes? Ha, ha!"
"Thanks. Goin" to appoint somebody else, eh?"
"Oh, no, no! My _dear_ sir! Why, I--I really--I thought you understood.
I mean to say simply that, while I am here in person, and as long as I am here, I shall endeavor to look after the matters myself and consequently relieve you, that is all. Judge Knowles appointed you and paid you--a very wise and characteristic thing for him to do; but he, poor man, is dead. One could scarcely expect you to go on performing your duties gratuitously. That is why I congratulate you upon the lifting of the burden from your shoulders."
"Oh, yes. Um-hm. I see. Thank you, Mr. Phillips."
"I should thank you, sir, for all you have already done. I do sincerely.... Oh, by the way, Captain Kendrick, perhaps it would be as well that nothing be said concerning this little business talk of ours.
One knows how trifles are distorted, mole hills made mountains, and all that, in communities like--well, like dear old Bayport. We love our Bayporters, bless them, but they will talk. Ha, ha! So, captain, if you will consider our little chat confidential----"
"I will."
"Thank you, sir, thank you. And we shall see each other frequently. I am counting upon it. _Au revoir_, Captain Kendrick. Don"t rise, I beg of you."
He was gone, the door closed behind him. Sears filled his pipe, lighted it, and leaned back in his chair to review and appraise his impressions.
The appraisal was not altogether satisfactory. It was easy to say that he did not like Egbert Phillips, for it was the truth--he did not like him. But to affirm truthfully that that dislike was founded upon anything more substantial than prejudice due to Judge Knowles"
detestation was not so easy. The question which continually intruded was this: Suppose he had met Mr. Phillips for the first time, never having heard of him before--would he have disliked and distrusted him under those circ.u.mstances? He could not be quite sure.
For, leaving aside Egbert"s airy condescension and his--to the captain"s New England mind--overdone politeness, there was not so much fault to be found with his behavior or words during the interview just ended. He had asked questions concerning the Fair Harbor, had hinted at the possibility of its discontinuance, had more than hinted at the dropping of Kendrick as its manager. Well--always bearing in mind the fact that he was ignorant of his wife"s action which gave the Seymour house and land to the Fair Harbor and gave, not loaned, the money for its maintenance--bearing in mind the fact that Egbert Phillips believed himself the absolute owner of all, with undisputed authority to do as he pleased with it--then.... Well, then Captain Sears was obliged to admit that he, himself, might have questioned and hinted very much as his visitor had done. And as for the condescension and the "manner"--these were, after all, not much more than eccentricities, and developed, very likely, during his life abroad.
Lobelia Phillips" will would be opened and read soon, probably at once.
Whew! Sears whistled as he thought of the staggering disillusionment which was coming to the widower. How would he take it? Was Judge Knowles right in his belief that the rest of the Seymour inheritance had been wasted and lost? If so, the elegant personage who had just bowed himself out of the Minot kitchen would be in a bad way indeed. Sears was sorry for him.
And yet he did not like the man. No, he did not.... And he did distrust him.
Judah came back from his sojourn at the store brimful of talk and chuckles. As he had prophesied, all Bayport had heard of the arrival of the great man and all Bayport was discussing him. He had the finest rooms at the Central House. He had three trunks--count them--three! Not to mention bags and a leather hat box. He had given the driver of the depot wagon a dollar over and above his regular charge. He remembered Eliphalet Ba.s.sett the first time he saw him, and called him by name.
There was a lot more of this, but Sears paid little attention to it.
Judah summed it all up pretty well in his final declaration, given as his lodger was leaving the kitchen for the "spare stateroom."
"By Henry!" declared Judah, who seemed rather disgusted, "I never heard such a powwowin" over one man in my life. Up to "Liphalet"s "twan"t nothin" but "Egbert Phillips," "Egbert Phillips," till you"d think "twas a pa.s.sel of poll-parrots all mockin" each other. Simeon Ryder had been down to deacon"s meetin" in the Orthodox vestry and, nigh"s I can find out, "twas just the same down there. "Cordin" to Sim"s tell they talked about the Lord"s affairs for ten minutes and about this Egg man"s for forty."
"But why?" queried the captain. "He isn"t the only fellow that has been away from Bayport and come back again."
Mr. Cahoon shook his head. "I know it," he admitted, "but none of the rest ever had quite so much fuss made over "em. I cal"late, maybe, it"s on account of the way he"s been led up to, as you might say. I went one time to a kind of show place in New York, Barnum"s Museum "twas. There was a great sign outdoor sayin", "Come on aboard and see the White Whale," or somethin" similar. Well, I"d seen about every kind of a whale _but_ a white one, so I cal"lated maybe I"d might as well spend a quarter and see that. There was a great big kind of tank place full of water and a whole pa.s.sel of folks hangin" around the edge of it with their mouths open, gawpin" at nothin"--nothin" but the water, that"s all there was to see. And a man up on a kind of platform he was preachin" a sort of sermon, wavin" his arms and hollerin" about how rare and scurce white whales was, and how the museum folks had to scour all creation afore they got this one, and about how the round heads of Europe----"
"Crowned heads, wasn"t it, Judah?"
"Hey? I don"t know, maybe so. Cabbage heads it ought to have been, "cordin" to my notion. Well, anyhow, "twas some kind of Europe heads, and they had all pretty nigh broke the necks belongin" to "em gettin" to see this whale, and how lucky we was because we could see it for the small sum of twenty-five cents, and so on, and so on--until all hands of us was just kind of on tiptoe, as you might say. And then, all to once, the water in the tank kind of riz up, you know, and somethin"
white--might have been the broadside of a barn for all we had time to see of it--showed for a jiffy, there was a "Woosh," and the white thing went under again." And that was all. The man said we was now able to tell our children that we"d seen a white whale and that the critter would be up to breathe again in about an hour, or week after next, or some such time.... Anyhow, what I"m tryin" to get at is that "twan"t the whale itself that counted so much as "twas the way that preachin" man led up to him. This Egbert he"s been preached about and guessed about and looked for"ard to so long that all Bayport"s been on tiptoe, like us folks around that museum tank.... Well, this Phillips whale has made a big "Woosh" in town so fur. Can he keep it up? That"s what I"m wonderin"."
The sensation kept up for the next day and the next at least, and there were no signs of its abating. Over at the Fair Harbor Captain Sears found himself playing a very small second fiddle. Miss Snowden, Mrs.
Brackett and their following, instead of putting themselves out to smile upon the captain and to chat with him, ignored him almost altogether, or, if they did speak, spoke only of Mr. Phillips. He was the most entertaining man, _so_ genteel, his conversation was remarkable, he had traveled everywhere.