"Never laughed so much in my life.The beggar - would make you laugh telling you how he skinned his own father.He was up to that, too.A man who's been in the patent-medicine trade will be up to anything from pitch-and-toss to wilful murder.And that's a bit of hard truth for you.Don't mind what they do - think they can carry off anything and talk themselves out of anything - all the world's a fool to them.Business man, too, Cloete.Came over with a few hundred pounds.Looking for something to do - in a quiet way.Nothing like the old country, after all, says he...
And so we part - I with more drinks in me than I was used to.
After a time, perhaps six months or so, I run up against him again in Mr.George Dunbar's office.Yes, THAT office.It wasn't often that I...However, there was a bit of his cargo in a ship in dock that I wanted to ask Mr.George about.In comes Cloete out of the room at the back with some papers in his hand.Partner.You understand?""Aha!" I said."The few hundred pounds.""And that tongue of his," he growled."Don't forget that tongue.
Some of his tales must have opened George Dunbar's eyes a bit as to what business means.""A plausible fellow," I suggested.
"H'm! You must have it in your own way - of course.Well.
Partner.George Dunbar puts his top-hat on and tells me to wait a moment...George always looked as though he were making a few thousands a year - a city swell...Come along, old man! And he and Captain Harry go out together - some business with a solicitor round the corner.Captain Harry, when he was in England, used to turn up in his brother's office regularly about twelve.Sat in a corner like a good boy, reading the paper and smoking his pipe.So they go out...Model brothers, says Cloete - two love-birds - Iam looking after the tinned-fruit side of this cozy little show..
.Gives me that sort of talk.Then by-and-by: What sort of old thing is that Sagamore? Finest ship out - eh? I dare say all ships are fine to you.You live by them.I tell you what; I would just as soon put my money into an old stocking.Sooner!"He drew a breath, and I noticed his hand, lying loosely on the table, close slowly into a fist.In that immovable man it was startling, ominous, like the famed nod of the Commander.
"So, already at that time - note - already," he growled.
"But hold on," I interrupted."The Sagamore belonged to Mundy and Rogers, I've been told."He snorted contemptuously."Damn boatmen - know no better.Flew the firm's HOUSE-FLAG.That's another thing.Favour.It was like this: When old man Dunbar died, Captain Harry was already in command with the firm.George chucked the bank he was clerking in - to go on his own with what there was to share after the old chap.
George was a smart man.Started warehousing; then two or three things at a time: wood-pulp, preserved-fruit trade, and so on.
And Captain Harry let him have his share to work with...I am provided for in my ship, he says...But by-and-by Mundy and Rogers begin to sell out to foreigners all their ships - go into steam right away.Captain Harry gets very upset - lose command, part with the ship he was fond of - very wretched.Just then, so it happened, the brothers came in for some money - an old woman died or something.Quite a tidy bit.Then young George says:
There's enough between us two to buy the Sagamore with...But you'll need more money for your business, cries Captain Harry - and the other laughs at him: My business is going on all right.Why, I can go out and make a handful of sovereigns while you are trying to get your pipe to draw, old man...Mundy and Rogers very friendly about it: Certainly, Captain.And we will manage her for you, if you like, as if she were still our own...Why, with a connection like that it was good investment to buy that ship.
Good! Aye, at the time."
The turning of his head slightly toward me at this point was like a sign of strong feeling in any other man.
"You'll mind that this was long before Cloete came into it at all,"he muttered, warningly.
"Yes.I will mind," I said."We generally say: some years passed.That's soon done."He eyed me for a while silently in an unseeing way, as if engrossed in the thought of the years so easily dealt with; his own years, too, they were, the years before and the years (not so many) after Cloete came upon the scene.When he began to speak again, Idiscerned his intention to point out to me, in his obscure and graphic manner, the influence on George Dunbar of long association with Cloete's easy moral standards, unscrupulously persuasive gift of humour (funny fellow), and adventurously reckless disposition.
He desired me anxiously to elaborate this view, and I assured him it was quite within my powers.He wished me also to understand that George's business had its ups and downs (the other brother was meantime sailing to and fro serenely); that he got into low water at times, which worried him rather, because he had married a young wife with expensive tastes.He was having a pretty anxious time of it generally; and just then Cloete ran up in the city somewhere against a man working a patent medicine (the fellow's old trade)with some success, but which, with capital, capital to the tune of thousands to be spent with both hands on advertising, could be turned into a great thing - infinitely better - paying than a gold-mine.Cloete became excited at the possibilities of that sort of business, in which he was an expert.I understood that George's partner was all on fire from the contact with this unique opportunity.
"So he goes in every day into George's room about eleven, and sings that tune till George gnashes his teeth with rage.Do shut up.
