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was directed?"
"I heard something," I answered, and stopped. The subject was one
which I did not care to discuss.
Sir Henry and Captain Good looked at each other, and Captain Good
nodded.
"Mr. Quatermain," went on the former, "I am going to tell you a story,
and ask your advice, and perhaps your assistance. The agent who
forwarded me your letter told me that I might rely on it implicitly, as
you were," he said, "well known and universally respected in Natal,
and especially noted for your discretion."
I bowed and drank some whisky and water to hide my confusion, for I
am a modest man--and Sir Henry went on.
"Mr. Neville was my brother."
"Oh," I said, starting, for now I knew of whom Sir Henry had reminded
me when first I saw him. His brother was a much smaller man and had
a dark beard, but now that I thought of it, he possessed eyes of the same
shade of grey and with the same keen look in them: the features too
were not unlike.
"He was," went on Sir Henry, "my only and younger brother, and till
five years ago I do not suppose that we were ever a month away from
each other. But just about five years ago a misfortune befell us, as
sometimes does happen in families. We quarrelled bitterly, and I
behaved unjustly to my brother in my anger."

Here Captain Good nodded his head vigorously to himself. The ship
gave a big roll just then, so that the looking-glass, which was fixed
opposite us to starboard, was for a moment nearly over our heads, and
as I was sitting with my hands in my pockets and staring upwards, I
could see him nodding like anything.
"As I daresay you know," went on Sir Henry, "if a man dies intestate,
and has no property but land, real property it is called in England, it all
descends to his eldest son. It so happened that just at the time when we
quarrelled our father died intestate. He had put off making his will until
it was too late. The result was that my brother, who had not been
brought up to any profession, was left without a penny. Of course it
would have been my duty to provide for him, but at the time the quarrel
between us was so bitter that I did not--to my shame I say it (and he
sighed deeply)--offer to do anything. It was not that I grudged him
justice, but I waited for him to make advances, and he made none. I am
sorry to trouble you with all this, Mr. Quatermain, but I must to make
things clear, eh, Good?"
"Quite so, quite so," said the captain. "Mr. Quatermain will, I am sure,
keep this history to himself."
"Of course," said I, for I rather pride myself on my discretion, for
which, as Sir Henry had heard, I have some repute.
"Well," went on Sir Henry, "my brother had a few hundred pounds to
his account at the time. Without saying anything to me he drew out this
paltry sum, and, having adopted the name of Neville, started off for
South Africa in the wild hope of making a fortune. This I learned
afterwards. Some three years passed, and I heard nothing of my brother,
though I wrote several times. Doubtless the letters never reached him.
But as time went on I grew more and more troubled about him. I found
out, Mr. Quatermain, that blood is thicker than water."
"That's true," said I, thinking of my boy Harry.
"I found out, Mr. Quatermain, that I would have given half my fortune
to know that my brother George, the only relation I possess, was safe

and well, and that I should see him again."
"But you never did, Curtis," jerked out Captain Good, glancing at the
big man's face.
"Well, Mr. Quatermain, as time went on I became more and more
anxious to find out if my brother was alive or dead, and if alive to get
him home again. I set enquiries on foot, and your letter was one of the
results. So far as it went it was satisfactory, for it showed that till lately
George was alive, but it did not go far enough. So, to cut a long story
short, I made up my mind to come out and look for him myself, and
Captain Good was so kind as to come with me."
"Yes," said the captain; "nothing else to do, you see. Turned out by my
Lords of the Admiralty to starve on half pay. And now perhaps, sir, you
will tell us what you know or have heard of the gentleman called
Neville."
CHAPTER II
THE LEGEND OF SOLOMON'S MINES
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