Rivers of Ice | Page 9

surprise that she could not speak for a few seconds, and before she had recovered sufficiently to do so, Little Netta came in with the butter.
"Now, ma'am," resumed the Captain, when the girl had retired, "here's where it is. With your leave I'll reveal my plans to you, and ask your advice. When I was about to leave Californy, Willum told me first of all to go and find you out, and give you that letter and bag of nuggets, which I've done. `Then,' says he, `Wopper, you go and find out my brother Jim's widow, and give 'em my love an' dooty, and this letter, and this bag of nuggets,'--said letter and bag, ma'am, bein' now in my chest aboard ship. `So,' says I, `Willum, I will--trust me.' `I do,' says he; `and, Wopper,' says he, `keep your weather eye open, my boy, w'en you go to see 'em, because I've my suspicions, from what my poor brother said on his deathbed, when he was wandering in his mind, that his widow is extravagant. I don't know,' Willum goes on to say, `what the son may be, but there's that cousin, Emma Gray, that lives in the house with 'em, she's all right. She's corresponded with me, off an' on, since ever she could write, and my brother bein' something lazy, poor fellar, through havin' too much to do I fancy, got to throw all the letter-writin' on her shoulders. You take special note of her, Wopper, and if it should seem to you that they don't treat her well, you let me know.' `Willum,' says I, `I will--trust me.' `Well, then,' says Willum, `there's one other individooal I want you to ferret out, that's the gentleman--he must be an old gentleman now--that saved my life when I was a lad, Mr Lawrence by name. You try to find him out and if you can do him a good turn, do it.' `Willum,' says I, `I'll do it--trust me.' `I do,' says he, `and when may I expect you back in Californy, Wopper?' `Willum,' says I, `that depends.' `True,' says he, `it does. Give us you're flipper, old boy, we may never meet again in these terrestrial diggings. Good luck to you. Don't forget my last will an' testimony as now expressed.' `Willum,' says I, `I won't.' So, ma'am, I left Californy with a sacred trust, so to speak, crossed the sea, and here I am."
At this point Captain Wopper, having warmed in his subject, took in at one bite as much of the small loaf as would have been rather a heavy dinner for Mrs Roby, and emptied at one gulp a full cup of her tea, after which he stroked his beard, smiled benignantly at his hostess, became suddenly earnest again, and went on--chewing as he spoke.
"Now, ma'am, I've three questions to ask: in the first place, as it's not possible now to do a good turn to old Mr Lawrence, I must do it to his son. Can you tell me where he lives?"
Mrs Roby told him that it was in a street not far from where they sat, in a rather poor lodging.
"Secondly, ma'am, can you tell me where Willum's sister-in-law lives,-- Mrs Stout, alias Stoutley?"
"No, Captain Wopper, but I daresay Mr Lawrence can. He knows 'most everythink, and has a London Directory."
"Good. Now, in the third place, where am I to find a lodging?"
Mrs Roby replied that there were plenty to be found in London of all kinds.
"You haven't a spare room here, have you?" said the Captain, looking round.
Mrs Roby shook her head and said that she had not; and, besides, that if she had, it would be impossible for her to keep a lodger, as she had no servant, and could not attend on him herself.
"Mrs Roby," said the Captain, "a gold-digging seaman don't want no servant, nor no attendance. What's up aloft?"
By pointing to a small trap-door in the ceiling, he rendered the question intelligible.
"It's a garret, I believe," replied Mrs Roby, smiling; "but having no ladder, I've never been up."
"You've no objection to my taking a look, have you?" asked the Captain.
"None in the world," replied the old woman. Without more ado the seaman rose, mounted on a chair, pushed open the trap-door, thrust his head and shoulders through, and looked round. Apparently the inspection was not deemed sufficiently close, for, to the old woman's alarm and inexpressible surprise, he seized the edges of the hole with his strong hands, raised himself up, and finally disappeared in the regions above! The alarm of the old woman was somewhat increased by the sound of her visitor's heavy tread on the boards overhead as he stumbled about. Presently his head appeared looking down through the trap. In any aspect, Captain Wopper's shaggy