"Of course," he said; "and of course they didn"t believe me! I had a rare bother with the ginger-haired man yesterday morning, and had to send the boy for a policeman before he"d go. And in the afternoon the Swedes tried to sneak through the shop into the warehouse, but I jumped out of the shop parlor and hustled them off. I"ve put longer screws in the bars to the windows; but I"d be easier if you"d let me sleep here."
Isaac always thought that he could look after me better than I could look after myself!
"I"m all right, Isaac," I said; "but we"ll have a look at the box before you go. It might be worth a bit more if it had a secret drawer, eh?"
When the shop was closed we went upstairs and laid the box on my bed, and turned it over and tapped it, and put a lamp inside, and examined every inch. We couldn"t find a trace of a secret drawer, or anything scratched on it to say where the old captain had hidden his long stocking. So I concluded that the talk was the usual nonsense, and I daresay I"d have sold it and thought no more about it, if the goat"s-beard man hadn"t come in the first thing the next morning. He didn"t beat about the bush, but said he wanted Captain Markby"s ditty-box that we"d bought, and he"d give two pounds ten for it. I told him I wished I"d got it to sell, since he was so generous, but ditty-boxes weren"t in my line.
The others that Isaac had spoken of came in too. I was tempted to sell it to the mate for three pounds, but I couldn"t quite make up my mind, and told him to come again the next morning. That very night the two Swedes broke into the shop. The police caught them. They"re always on the look-out round my place, knowing that it"s a fiver to them on the quiet if they catch anyone breaking in. The Swedes got three months apiece.
That made up my mind. I showed the mate an ordinary box when he called, and he went off grumbling that it was nothing like the one he"d asked about, and I"d played the fool with him. I never saw him again, or the Swedes either; but the old man and the ginger-headed chap were always looking in the window. They seemed to have chummed up. I had an anonymous letter that I put down to them--written in red ink that I suppose they meant me to take for blood. It warned me against keeping "a ditty-box that others have a better claim to, and is like to cost you dear." D-e-r-e they spelt it, and one t in ditty.
Two days later they called to ask if the box had come my way yet. "Yes,"
I said, "and I"m going to keep it. It"s got two blackguards three months, and it will get two others a good hiding if they don"t mind.
Clear out, and don"t come here again." They didn"t, but we often saw them hanging round, and when I went out one of them generally followed me. I didn"t worry about that, for I could have settled the two of them easily if I wasn"t taken unaware. I was always a bit obstinate, and I"d sooner have chopped the chest up for firewood than have been bullied into letting them have it; but I was sorry that I hadn"t taken the mate"s offer, for Isaac and I had measured it all over inside and out, and calculated that there wasn"t s.p.a.ce anywhere for a secret drawer.
I"d had it about three months; and then a young girl, about twenty, came into the shop one afternoon, when Isaac was at tea. She was a pale slip of a young thing, and her clothes looked as if they"d been worn all through the summer, and it was autumn then; and she hesitated as if she was half afraid of me.
"Well, little missie," I said. "What is it?" I spoke to her with the smooth side of my tongue uppermost, as a big, rough chap generally does to a girl of that sort, if there"s anything decent about him.
"My father was Captain Markby," she said, and I liked the way she spoke.
"He died at sea, and they sold his things here. I want to find something of his, and I thought that perhaps you might have bought it?"
I knew directly what she meant, but I looked very innocent.
"If it was anything in the curiosity line, I might have," I answered.
"You see the sort of things I deal in." I waved my hand round the place.
"No," she said. "It wasn"t a curiosity. It was an oak chest with bra.s.s corners. I think they call it a ditty-box."
"A ditty-box," I said. "They"re too common to be curious. Was there anything special about it?"
"It had a tray in it, and he"d drawn a head on it with a red-hot iron; a girl"s head. He meant it for me; but I don"t expect you"d recognize me by it. I hope not!" She smiled faintly.
"I hope not," I agreed, "judging from what I"ve seen of such figures." I laughed, and she laughed a little, too. "And you want to buy it, if you can find it?"
"Ye-es," she said. "At least--I haven"t very much money; but I would pay you as soon as I could, if--I suppose you wouldn"t be so kind--so very kind--as to agree to that?"
"Umph!" I said. "I don"t generally give credit; but as it was your father"s, I might stretch a point for once if I should find that I have it."
"Oh, _thank_ you!" she said with a flush. "It is a kindness that I have no right to expect. _Thank_ you!"
"I"ll have a look round among my things," I promised. "I haven"t bought such a box myself; but my a.s.sistant might have; or I might be able to find it for you in some of the shops round here. I"ll see what I can do." I meant to let her have it, but I wanted to find out more about it first.
"How kind you are!" she cried. "I--you see I want it very particularly, Mr. Levy."
"Being a.s.sociated with your father," I said, "naturally you would.
Perhaps if I don"t come across the ditty-box, I might find something else of his that would do, eh?"
"No-o," she said. "It wouldn"t. You see we--my mother and I--aren"t well off. We knew that father had some money, but we couldn"t find it, or learn anything about it; and we think it must be in the box, or a paper telling us about it."
I shook my head.
"There"s no paper in any box that I have," I a.s.sured her. "We always go through the things that we buy very carefully."
"You wouldn"t find it," she explained eagerly. "There was a secret place. He showed it to me when I was a little girl. I don"t expect he thought I would remember, but I did. You take off the bra.s.s corners on top, and then the lower part of the lid drops out. The lid"s in two pieces and you could put papers--or bank notes--in between."
I couldn"t help smiling.
"Aren"t you rather foolish to tell me?" I suggested.
She looked at me appealingly.
"Am I?" she asked.
"No," I said. "As it happens, you aren"t; but I wouldn"t tell anyone else, if I were you. They _might_ think they"d like those bank notes for themselves. _I_ might if--well, if you weren"t a good deal younger and more in need of them than I am."
"I think you are a very good and kind man, Mr. Levy," she said solemnly.
"I"m afraid not, little missie," I told her; "but there are some a good deal worse; and some of them have an inkling of what may be in that box, if I"m not mistaken. They"ve been inquiring after it."
"Oh!" She started. "There were two horrid men who seemed to be watching me when I came in here. I half thought I remembered one of them: an old man with a stoop. I believe I must have seen him aboard my father"s ship. I felt rather nervous--because it"s such a dark alley." She looked anxiously at the door.
"It is a bit dark," I agreed. "Would you feel safer if I saw you to a main thoroughfare?"
"I should feel _quite_ safe then," she declared, and she smiled like a child does. "I really don"t know _how_ to thank you enough for your goodness to me."
I called Isaac to look after the shop, and put on my hat and walked off with her. She was a bright little creature to talk to, and when she was excited she looked very pretty. I found that she was going to walk all the way, so I said that I would see her right to her road. She seemed pleased to have my company, and jabbered nineteen to the dozen. It was such a change to have someone to talk to, she said, because they had moved and knew n.o.body here. She told me that she tried to earn money by teaching music and by painting. I said that I was badly in want of a few little sketches, and she promised to bring some for me to look at.
"I would ask you to accept them," she said, with a flush, "if we weren"t so poor."
"If it weren"t for that," I said, "I should ask you to have some tea before I leave you, without fear that you would be too proud to accept.
It would be a pleasure to me. Will you?" We were just outside a good place, and I stopped.
"It is very kind of you," she said, "but I don"t think--I suppose I _am_ foolishly proud." She laughed an uneasy laugh.
"You mustn"t let your pride spoil my pleasure," I told her, and grinned at myself for talking like a book. "You can repay me when you find your fortune, if you insist; but I hope you won"t."
She looked up at me quickly.
"No," she said. "I couldn"t treat your kindness like that. Thank you, Mr. Levy."
So we went in, and I ordered tea and chicken and cakes. The poor little thing was positively hungry, I could see; and when she mentioned her mother the tears came into her eyes. I understood what she was thinking, and I had some meat patties put up in a package. When I left her at the corner of her road I put the package into her hands, and boarded a "bus with a run before she had time to object. She shook her head at me when I was on top of the "bus; but when I took off my hat she waved her hand, and laughed as if she was a great mind to cry. It"s hard for an old woman and a young girl when they"re left like that.
I had the corners of that ditty-box off as soon as Isaac had gone for the night. The lid was double, as she had said. Between the two boards I found a portrait of an elderly woman--her mother, no doubt--and three photos of herself; two in short frocks and one with her hair in a plait when she was about seventeen. She looked stouter and jollier then, poor girl. There was one other thing: a half sheet of note-paper. "Memo in case of accident. Money up chimney in best bedroom. Geo. Markby, sixth of April, 1897."
I started to change my clothes to go there and tell them; but just as I had taken off my waistcoat I altered my mind. The money wouldn"t be in the rooms where they lived then, but in their old house; and that was probably occupied by someone else now, and even if the money was still there she would not be able to get it. It was no use raising her hopes, just to disappoint her. I would try to get the money before I spoke, I decided.
She came at eleven the next morning, and timidly produced a few little sketches, mostly copies of things. I"d like to say that they were good, but I can"t. It was just schoolgirl painting, nothing else. She wanted to give me some, but I wouldn"t hear of that. She had sold a few for eighteenpence apiece, she said. I said that I wanted four to frame for ships" cabins, and I"d give twelve-and-six for them, and that would leave me a fair margin. I was afraid to offer more, for fear she would suspect me; and as it was she was dubious.