"Well, all hands cried more"n ever at that, and Mrs. Jarvis got up, with the tears a-runnin", and says she: "It wan"t his coat," she says. "I sold the coat and vest to a peddler. "Twas his----" But Egbert cut in afore she could tell what "twas, and then he got "em to biddin".
Creepin" Henry, Cap"n Sears! that log-cabin quilt sold for nine dollars and a half, and the man that bought it was Philander Comstock, the tailor over to Denboro. And Philander told me himself that he didn"t know why he bought it. "_I_ made that suit of clothes for Cap"n Azariah, myself," he says, "and he died afore I got half my pay for it. But that Phillips man," he says, "could sell a spygla.s.s to a blind man.""
The captain asked Judah if he had heard any testimony on the other side; were there any people in Bayport who did not like Mr. Phillips. Judah thought it over.
"We-ll," he said, reflectively, "I don"t know as I"ve ever heard anybody come right out and call him names. Anybody but Esther Tidditt, that is; she"s down on him like a sheet anchor on a crab. Sometimes Elviry snaps out somethin" spiteful, but most of that"s jealousy, I cal"late. You see, Elviry had her cap all set for this Egbert widower--that is, all hands seems to cal"late she had--and then she began to find her nose was bein" put out of j"int. You know who they"re sayin" put it out, Cap"n Sears? There seems to be a general notion around town that----"
Kendrick interrupted; this was a matter he did not care to discuss with Judah or any one else. There had been quite enough said on that subject.
"Yes, yes, all right, Judah," he said, hastily. "But the men? Do the men like him as well as the women?"
"Why--why, yes, I guess so. Not quite so well, of course. That wouldn"t be natural, would it, Cap"n Sears?"
"Perhaps not. But have you ever heard any man say anything against him, anything definite? Does he pay his bills?"
"Eh? Why, I don"t know. I ain"t never----"
"All right. Who does he chum around with mostly? Who are his best friends?"
Mr. Cahoon gave a list of them, beginning of course with the Wingates and the Dishups and the members of the Shakespeare Reading Society and ending with George Kent.
"He cruises along with George a whole lot," declared Judah. "Them two are together about half the time. George don"t work to the store no more. You knew that, didn"t you?"
If Sears had heard it, he had forgotten. Judah went on to explain.
"He hove up his job at Eliphalet"s quite a spell ago," he said "He"s studyin" law along with Bradley same as ever, but "he"s busy lawin" here in Bayport, too. Some of his relations died and left a lot of money, so folks tell, and George is what they call administer of the estate. It"s an awful good thing for him, all hands cal"late. Some say he"s rich."
The captain vaguely remembered Kent"s disclosure to him concerning his appointment as administrator of his aunt"s estate. He had not exchanged a word with the young man since the evening of the latter"s call and Elizabeth"s interruption. It seemed a long while ago. Much--and so much that was unpleasant--had happened since then. Kent and he had met, of course, and on the first two or three occasions, Kendrick had spoken.
The young fellow had not replied. Now, at the mention of his name, Kendrick felt an uneasy pang, almost of guilt. He had done nothing wrong, of course yet if it had not been for him perhaps the two young people might still have been friends or even more than friends. It was true that Elizabeth had told him but there, what difference did it make what she told him? She had told him other things since, things that he could not forget.
"Well, all right, Judah," he said. "It wasn"t important. Run along."
Judah did not run along. He remained, looking at his lodger with a troubled expression. The latter noticed it.
"What is it, Judah?" he asked. "Anything wrong?"
Mr. Cahoon"s fingers moved uneasily through the heavy foliage upon his chin. "Why--why, Cap"n Sears," he stammered, "can I ask you somethin"?"
"Certain. Fire away."
"Well--well--it--it ain"t true, is it, that you done anything to set Elizabeth Berry against that young Kent feller? You never told her nothin"--or did nothin"--or--or----"
He seemed to find it hard to finish his sentence. The captain did not wait, but asked a question of his own.
"Who said I did, Judah?" he asked.
"Hey?... Oh, I--I don"t know. Why--why, some of them sculpin"-mouths down to the store they say that you--that you told Elizabeth a lot of things--or did somethin" or "nother to spite George with her. Of course _I_ knew "twan"t so, but--but----"
"But they said it was, eh? Well, it isn"t true. I haven"t done anything of that kind, Judah."
The Cahoon fist descended upon the kitchen table with a thump. "I knew it!" roared Judah. "I knew dum well "twas a cargo of lies. Now just wait. Let one of them swabs just open his main hatch and start to unload another pa.s.sel of that cargo. If I don"t----"
"Shh, shh! Don"t do that. I tell you what to do. If you want to help me, Judah, you say nothin", but try and find out who told them these things.
Some one has been pretty busy tellin" things to my discredit for some time. Don"t let any one know what you"re after, but see if you can find out who is responsible. Will you?"
"Sartin sure I will. And when I do find out----"
"When you do, let me know. And Judah, one thing more: Find out all that you can find out about this Phillips man. See if he owes anybody money.
See if he pays his debts. See if he--well, find out all you can about him; but don"t let any one know you"re tryin" to find out, that"s all.
Do you understand?"
"Eh?... Why, I guess likely I do.... But--but.... Eh? Cap"n Sears, do you mean to say you cal"late that that Eg Phillips is at the back of all this talk against you in Bayport? Do you mean that?"
"Humph! So there is talk against me; a lot of it, I suppose?"
Judah forgot to be discreet. "Talk!" he shouted. "There"s more underhand, sneakin" lies about you goin" around this flat-bottomed, leaky, gurry-and-bilgewater tub of a town than there is fiddlers in Tophet. I"ve denied "em and contradicted "em till I"m hoa.r.s.e from hollerin". I"ve offered to fight anybody who dast to say they was true, but, by the hoppin" Henry, n.o.body ever said any more than that they"d heard they was. And I never could find out who started "em. And do you mean to say you believe that long-legged critter with the beaver hat and the--the mustache like a drowned cat"s tail is responsible?"
Captain Kendrick hesitated for an instant. Then he nodded. "I think he is, Judah," he said, solemnly.
"Then, by the creepin", crawlin"----"
"Wait! I don"t know that he is. I don"t know much about him. But I mean to find out all about him, if I can. And I want you to help me."
"I"ll help. And when you find out, Cap"n?"
"Well, that depends. If I find out anything that will give me the chance, I"ll--I"ll smash him as flat as that."
_He_ struck the table now, with his open palm. Mr. Cahoon grinned delightedly.
"I bet you will, Cap"n Sears!" he vowed. "And if he ain"t flat enough then I"ll come and jump on him. And I ain"t no West Injy hummin"-bird neither."
Kendrick"s next move was to talk with his sister. Her visits at the Minot place had not been quite as frequent of late. She came, of course, but not as often, or so it seemed to the captain, and when she came she carefully avoided all reference to her new boarder. Sears knew the reason, or thought he did. He had hurt her feelings by intimating that Mr. Phillips might not be as altogether speckless as she thought him. He had not enthused over her giving up the best parlor to his Egbertship and Sarah was disappointed. But, loyal and loving soul that she was, she would not risk even the slightest disagreement with her brother, and so when she called, spoke of everything or everybody but the possible cause of such disagreement. Yet the cause was there and between brother and sister, as between Elizabeth and Sears, lay the slim, lengthy, gracefully undulating shadow of Judge Knowles" pet bugbear, who was rapidly becoming Sears Kendrick"s bugbear as well.
The captain had not visited the Macomber home more than twice since Judah carted him away from it in the blue truck-wagon. One fine day, however, he and the Foam Flake made the journey again, although with the buggy, not the wagon. He chose a time when he knew Kent was almost certain to be over at Bradley"s office in Orham and when Phillips was not likely to be in his rooms. Of course there was a chance that he might encounter the latter, but he thought it unlikely. His guess was a good one and Egbert was out, had gone for a ride, so Mrs. Macomber said.
Mrs. Cap"n Elkanah Wingate had furnished the necessary wherewithal for riding. "The Wingates let him use their horse and team real often," said Sarah. "They"re awful fond of him, Mrs. Wingate especial. I don"t know as Cap"n Elkanah is so much; he is kind of cross-grained sometimes and it"s hard for him to like anybody very long."
She was hard at work, ironing this time, but she would have put the flatiron back on the stove and taken her brother to the sitting room if he had permitted. "The idea of a man like you, Sears, havin" to sit on an old broken-down chair out here in the wash-shed," she exclaimed. "It ain"t fittin"."
The captain sniffed. "I guess if it"s fittin" for you to be workin" out here I shouldn"t complain at sittin" here," he observed. "Is that Joel"s shirt? He"s gettin" awfully high-toned--and high collared, seems to me."
Mrs. Macomber was slightly confused. "Why, no," she said, "this isn"t Joe"s shirt. It"s Mr. Phillips"s. Ain"t it lovely linen? I don"t know as I ever saw any finer."
Her brother leaned back in the broken chair. "Do you do his washin" for him, Sarah?" he demanded.
"Why--why, yes, Sears. You see, he"s real particular about how it"s done, and of course you can"t blame him, he has such lovely things. He tried two of the regular washwomen, Elsie Doyle and Peleg Carpenter"s wife, and they did "em up just dreadful. So, just to help him out one time, I tried "em myself. And they came out real nice, if I do say it, and he was so pleased. So ever since then I have been doin" "em for him. It"s hardly any trouble--any extra trouble. I have to do our own washin", you know."
Sears did know, also he knew the size of that washing.
"Does he pay you for it?" he asked, sharply. "Pay you enough, I mean?"