The times., 1897-07-11
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To the cook relief he found that tie
"Seamew' s. next voyage was to a little
port On the West coast named Cookie
moth calling at the garrison town of By
mouth on the way He told Sam that it
was load off his mind and showed clearly
by his manner that he expected the syn
dcate' at least, to accept his story They
spent most OF their time in the galley.
where, secure from none y-grubbing caves
droppers they InatuI Ell their plans over the
washing OF potatoes and the securing of
saucepans. ''On the Traip' was Femark-
ably clever, and they obtained man y helpful
suggestions from it, though the discovery
that Henry had got hold of it, and had
marked all the most valuable passages in
lead pencil caused them much anxiety.
The syndicate was the first to get ashore
the evening they arrived at Bymouth. They
had come to the conclusion in their delihera-
tions that the only possible place in which
retired mariner would spend his evenings
was public house, and they resolved to
do them thoroughly.
The worst of it is" said Sam us they
walked slowly together to the town, lis
the drinkin' Arter I've 'ad five or six
.
Gething"
We won't ave no drinkin'," said the
| cook. Wen do wot the felIer did in that
story Ave you got sixpence about you?''
''WOt for?" inquired Sam, ca refully.
''Workin' expenses" replied the cook,
dwelling fondIy on the phrase.
That II he thruppence each, then" said
Sam, eyeing him suspiciously.
"SiXpence each,'' said the cook s.Naw
do you know what We're goin' to do?"
"Chuck money away" hazarded sam,
as he reluctantly drew a sixpence from
his pocket and handed it to the cook.
where's your sfxpence?"
The cook showed it to him, and Sam
whose faith in human nature had been
largely shaken by perusal Of the de-
tective story, bit it critically.
I'VE can't 20 into pubs without drinkfn'
in the ordinary way said the cook, $50
were gofn' in to sell boot-laces, like the
| chap in the book did. Now do you see?'
Why not try something cheaper first?''
growfssl Sam, 'measurin foot-marks, or
over'earing feIlers talking. It's lust ike
| yon, cookie, doing eXpen sive things"
Under the cooks glance of silent scorn
he became first restive and then abusive
| winding up finally by demanding his
money back.
Don't you be a fCoII'' said the cook,
| coarsely. "You leave it to me.''
And get tied up in a chair with my
| own boot-laces, p'raps," said the irrita tel
| seaman
The cock, affecting not to hear him looked
out for boot shop, and having found one
walked In, followed by the discontentet
| Sam, and purchased q shilIing's worth Of
| Iaces
"Wot am to say?'' demanded Sam sur
| lily as they stood outside, and the cook
hung half a dozen 1aces over his arm.
"You needn't say anything replied the
| cook. Just walk in an old 'em up in the
peoples faces, an il anybody offers you q
drink you may ave it.''
THANK you for nothin'," said Sam with
prophetic insight.
| You take all the pubs this side of the
Ugh street and III take the other,' said
the cook, 'and il you look as cheerful as
| you look now you ought to take lot
| o money"
He turned away, and with q farewell
| caution against drinking, set off. The
| stout seaman, with strong distaste for
| his job, took the 1aces In his hand and
| bent his steps In the direction OF q small
| but noisy tavern in the next street. The
public bar was full, and Sams heart failed
him as he entered it, and, bearing the
cooks instructions in his mind, held Up
his wares to the customers Most OF them