"He didn"t seem to like it at fust, and said "e would write "imself, but arter I "ad pointed out that "e might forget and that I was responsible, "e gave way and told me that "is father was named Mr. Watson, and he kept a big draper"s shop in the Commercial Road.

"We talked a bit arter that, just to stop "is suspicions, and then I told "im to stay where "e was on the floor, out of sight of the window, while I went to see my friend the captain.

"I stood outside for a moment trying to make up my mind wot to do.

O"course, I "ad no business, strictly speaking, to leave the wharf, but, on the other "and, there was a father"s "art to relieve. I edged along bit by bit while I was thinking, and then, arter looking back once or twice to make sure that the boy wasn"t watching me, I set off for the Commercial Road as hard as I could go.

"I"m not so young as I was. It was a warm evening, and I "adn"t got even a bus fare on me. I "ad to walk all the way, and, by the time I got there, I was "arf melted. It was a tidy-sized shop, with three or four nice-looking gals behind the counter, and things like babies" high chairs for the customers to sit onlong in the leg and ridikerlously small in the seat. I went up to one of the gals and told Per I wanted to see Mr.

Watson.

""On private business," I ses. "Very important."

"She looked at me for a moment, and then she went away and fetched a tall, bald-headed man with grey side-whiskers and a large nose.

""Wot d"you want?" he ses, coming up to me.

I want a word with you in private," I ses.

""This is private enough for me," he ses. "Say wot you "ave to say, and be quick about it."

"I drawed myself up a bit and looked at him. "P"r"aps you ain"t missed "im yet," I ses.

""Missed "im?" he ses, with a growl. "Missed who?"

""Your-son. Your blue-eyed son," I ses, looking "im straight in the eye.

""Look here!" he ses, spluttering. "You be off. "Ow dare you come here with your games? Wot d"ye mean by it?"

""I mean," I ses, getting a bit out o" temper, "that your boy has run away to go to sea, and I"ve come to take you to "im."

"He seemed so upset that I thought "e was going to "ave a fit at fust, and it seemed only natural, too. Then I see that the best-looking girl and another was having a fit, although trying "ard not to.

""If you don"t get out o" my shop," he ses at last, "I"ll "ave you locked up."

""Very good!" I ses, in a quiet way. "Very good; but, mark my words, if he"s drownded you"ll never forgive yourself as long as you live for letting your temper get the better of you--you"ll never know a good night"s rest agin. Besides, wot about "is mother?"

"One o" them silly gals went off agin just like a damp firework, and Mr.

Watson, arter nearly choking "imself with temper, shoved me out o" the way and marched out o" the shop. I didn"t know wot to make of "im at fust, and then one o" the gals told me that "e was a bachelor and "adn"t got no son, and that somebody "ad been taking advantage of what she called my innercence to pull my leg.

""You toddle off "ome," she ses, "before Mr. Watson comes back."

""It"s a shame to let "im come out alone," ses one o" the other gals.

"Where do you live, gran"pa?"

"I see then that I "ad been done, and I was just walking out o" the shop, pretending to be deaf, when Mr. Watson come back with a silly young policeman wot asked me wot I meant by it. He told me to get off "ome quick, and actually put his "and on my shoulder, but it "ud take more than a thing like that to push me, and, arter trying his "ardest, he could only rock me a bit.

"I went at last because I wanted to see that boy agin, and the young policeman follered me quite a long way, shaking his silly "ead at me and telling me to be careful.

"I got a ride part o" the way from Commercial Road to Aldgate by getting on the wrong bus, but it wasn"t much good, and I was quite tired by the time I got back to the wharf. I waited outside for a minute or two to get my wind back agin, and then I went in-boiling.

"You might ha" knocked me down with a feather, as the saying is, and I just stood inside the office speechless. The boy "ad disappeared and sitting on the floor where I "ad left "im was a very nice-looking gal of about eighteen, with short "air, and a white blouse.

""Good evening, sir," she ses, jumping up and giving me a pretty little frightened look. "I"m so sorry that my brother has been deceiving you.

He"s a bad, wicked, ungrateful boy. The idea of telling you that Mr.

Watson was "is father! Have you been there? I do "ope you"re not tired."

""Where is he?" I ses.

""He"s gorn," she ses, shaking her "ead. "I begged and prayed of "im to stop, but "e wouldn"t. He said "e thought you might be offended with "im. "Give my love to old Roley-Poley, and tell him I don"t trust "im,"

he ses."

"She stood there looking so scared that I didn"t know wot to say. By and by she took out "er little pocket-"ankercher and began to cry--

""Oh, get "im back," she ses. "Don"t let it be said I follered "im "ere all the way for nothing. Have another try. For my sake!"

"""Ow can I get "im back when I don"t know where he"s gorn?" I ses.

""He-he"s gorn to "is G.o.dfather," she ses, dabbing her eyes. "I promised "im not to tell anybody; but I don"t know wot to do for the best."

""Well, p"r"aps his G.o.dfather will "old on to "im," I ses.

""He won"t tell "im anything about going to sea," she ses, shaking "er little head. "He"s just gorn to try and bo--bo-borrow some money to go away with."

"She bust out sobbing, and it was all I could do to get the G.o.dfather"s address out of "er. When I think of the trouble I took to get it I come over quite faint. At last she told me, between "er sobs, that "is name was Mr. Kiddem, and that he lived at 27, Bridge Street.

""He"s one o" the kindest-"arted and most generous men that ever lived,"

she ses; "that"s why my brother Harry "as gone to "im. And you needn"t mind taking anything "e likes to give you; he"s rolling in money."

"I took it a bit easier going to Bridge Street, but the evening seemed "otter than ever, and by the time I got to the "ouse I was pretty near done up. A nice, tidy-looking woman opened the door, but she was a" most stone deaf, and I "ad to shout the name pretty near a dozen times afore she "eard it.

""He don"t live "ere," she ses.

"""As he moved?" I ses. "Or wot?"

"She shook her "cad, and, arter telling me to wait, went in and fetched her "usband.

""Never "eard of him," he ses, "and we"ve been "ere seventeen years. Are you sure it was twenty-seven?"

""Sartain," I ses.

""Well, he don"t live "ere," he ses. "Why not try thirty-seven and forty-seven?"

"I tried"em: thirty-seven was empty, and a pasty-faced chap at forty-seven nearly made "imself ill over the name of "Kiddem." It "adn"t struck me before, but it"s a hard matter to deceive me, and all in a flash it come over me that I "ad been done agin, and that the gal was as bad as "er brother.

"I was so done up I could "ardly crawl back, and my "ead was all in a maze. Three or four times I stopped and tried to think, but couldn"t, but at last I got back and dragged myself into the office.

"As I "arf expected, it was empty. There was no sign of either the gal or the boy; and I dropped into a chair and tried to think wot it all meant. Then, "appening to look out of the winder, I see somebody running up and down the jetty.

"I couldn"t see plain owing to the things in the way, but as soon as I got outside and saw who it was I nearly dropped. It was the boy, and he was running up and down wringing his "ands and crying like a wild thing, and, instead o" running away as soon as "e saw me, he rushed right up to me and threw "is grubby little paws round my neck.

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