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Title: Fairy Gold
Ship's Company, Part 4.

Author: W.W. Jacobs

Release Date: January 1, 2004 [EBook #10564]

Language: English

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Produced by David Widger

SHIP'S COMPANY

By W.W. Jacobs

[Illustration: Mr. Chase, with his friend in his powerful grasp, was
doing his best, as he expressed it, to shake the life out of him]

FAIRY GOLD

"Come and have a pint and talk it over," said Mr. Augustus Teak. "I've
got reasons in my 'ead that you don't dream of, Alf."

Mr. Chase grunted and stole a side-glance at the small figure of his
companion. "All brains, you are, Gussie," he remarked. "That's why it
is you're so well off."

"Come and have a pint," repeated the other, and with surprising ease
pushed his bulky friend into the bar of the "Ship and Anchor." Mr.
Chase, mellowed by a long draught, placed his mug on the counter and
eyeing him kindly, said--

"I've been in my lodgings thirteen years."

"I know," said Mr. Teak; "but I've got a partikler reason for wanting
you. Our lodger, Mr. Dunn, left last week, and I only thought of you
yesterday. I mentioned you to my missis, and she was quite pleased. You
see, she knows I've known you for over twenty years, and she wants to
make sure of only 'aving honest people in the 'ouse. She has got a
reason for it."

He closed one eye and nodded with great significance at his friend.

"Oh!" said Mr. Chase, waiting.

"She's a rich woman," said Mr. Teak, pulling the other's ear down to his
mouth. "She--"

"When you've done tickling me with your whiskers," said Mr. Chase,
withdrawing his head and rubbing his ear vigorously, "I shall be glad."

Mr. Teak apologized. "A rich woman," he repeated. "She's been stinting
me for twenty-nine years and saving the money--my money!--money that I
'ave earned with the sweat of my brow. She 'as got over three 'undred
pounds!"

"'Ow much?" demanded Mr. Chase.

"Three 'undred pounds and more," repeated the other; "and if she had 'ad
the sense to put it in a bank it would ha' been over four 'undr