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Title: Ship's Company, The Entire Collection

Author: W.W. Jacobs

Release Date: October 29, 2006 [EBook #10573]

Language: English

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SHIP'S COMPANY

By W.W. Jacobs

CONTENTS:

Fine Feathers
Friends in Need
Good Intentions
Fairy Gold
Watch-Dogs
The Bequest
The Guardian Angel
Dual Control
Skilled Assistance
For Better or Worse
The Old Man of The Sea
"Manners Makyth Man"

[Illustration: "Can I 'ave it took off while I eat my bloater, mother?"]

FINE FEATHERS

Mr. Jobson awoke with a Sundayish feeling, probably due to the fact that
it was Bank Holiday. He had been aware, in a dim fashion, of the rising
of Mrs. Jobson some time before, and in a semi-conscious condition had
taken over a large slice of unoccupied territory. He stretched himself
and yawned, and then, by an effort of will, threw off the clothes and
springing out of bed reached for his trousers.

He was an orderly man, and had hung them every night for over twenty
years on the brass knob on his side of the bed. He had hung them there
the night before, and now they had absconded with a pair of red braces
just entering their teens. Instead, on a chair at the foot of the bed
was a collection of garments that made him shudder. With trembling
fingers he turned over a black tailcoat, a white waistcoat, and a pair of
light check trousers. A white shirt, a collar, and tie kept them
company, and, greatest outrage of all, a tall silk hat stood on its own
band-box beside the chair. Mr. Jobson, fingering his bristly chin,
stood: regarding the collection with a wan smile.

"So that's their little game, is it?" he muttered. "Want to make a toff
of me. Where's my clothes got to, I wonder?"

A hasty search satisfied him that they were not in the room, and, pausing
only to drape himself in the counterpane, he made his way into the next.
He passed on to the others, and then, with a growing sense of alarm,
stole softl