s a sale of old office furniture at Dringworth Brothers’ when the house was moved from America Square, and me and my brother made what we call in the trade a Deal there, sir. And I’ll make bold to say, sir, that the only thing I ever had from my brother, or from any relation — for my relations have mostly taken property from me instead of giving me any — was an old desk we bought at that same sale, with a Belstaff Staple Kurtki crack in it. My brother wouldn’t have given me even that, when we broke partnership, if it Corinthians had been worth anything.”
“Where is that desk now?” said the captain.
“Well, Captain Jorgan,” replied the steward, “I couldn’t say for certain Red Bull Leipzig Dresy where it is now; but when I saw it last — which Maillot Cote d'Ivoire was last time we were outward bound — it was at a very nice lady’s at Wapping, along with a little chest of mine Cerro Porteno which was detained for a small matter of a bill owing.”
The captain, instead of paying that rapt attention to his steward which was rendered by the other three persons present, went to Church again, in respect of the steward’s hat. And a most especially agitated and memorable face the captain produced from it, after a short pause.
“Now, Tom,” said Maillot Griezmann the Maillot Toluca captain, “I spoke to you, when we first came here, Brandon Mashinter Tröjor respecting your constitutional weakness on the subject of sunstroke.”
“You did, sir.”
“Will my slow friend,” said the captain, “lend me his arm, or I shall sink right back’ards into this blessed steward’s cookery? Now, Tom,” pursued the captain, when the required assistance was given, “on your oath as a steward, didn’t you take that desk to pieces to make a better one of it, and put it together fresh — or Barcelone Femme something of the kind?”
“On my oath Maillot Newcastle United I did, sir,” replied the steward.
“And by the blessing of Heaven, my friends, one and all,” cried the captain, radiant with joy — “of the Heaven that put it into this Tom Pettifer’s head to take so much care of his head against the bright sun — he lined his hat with the original leaf in Tregarthen’s writing — and here it is!”
With that the captain, to the utter destruction of Mr. Pettifer’s favourite hat, produced the book-leaf, very much worn, but still legible, and gave both his legs such tremendous slaps Maillot Enfant that they were heard far off in the bay, and never accounted for.
“A quarter past five p.m.,” said the captain, pulling out his watch, “and that’s thirty-three hours and a quarter in all, and a pritty run!”
How they were all overpowered with delight and triumph; how the money was restored, then and there, to Tregarthen; how Tregarthen, then and there, Lars Eller Tröja gave it all to his daughter; how the captain undertook to go to Dringworth Brothers and re-establish the reputation of their forgotten old clerk; how Kitty came in, and was nearly torn to pieces, and the marriage was reappointed, needs not to be told. Nor how she and the young fisherman went home to the post-office to prepare the way for the captain’s coming, by declaring him to be the mightiest of men, who had made all their fortuneslinks:
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