u the moment I set eyes on you," rejoined Mr. Kemp.
"You're the living image of a young fellow that lent me five pounds once,
and was drowned afore my eyes the week after. He 'ad a bit of a squint,
and I s'pose that's how he came to fall overboard."
He emptied his mug, and then, accompanied by Mr. Wright, fetched his
sea-chest from the boarding-house where he was staying, and took it to
the young man's lodgings. Fortunately for the latter's pocket the chest
contained a good best suit and boots, and the only expenses incurred
were for a large, soft felt hat and a gilded watch and chain. Dressed
in his best, with a bulging pocket-book in his breast-pocket, he set out
with Mr. Wright on the following evening to make his first call.
Mr. Wright, who was also in his best clothes, led the way to a small
tobacconist's in a side street off the Mile End Road, and, raising his
hat with some ceremony, shook hands with a good-looking young woman who
stood behind the counter: Mr. Kemp, adopting an air of scornful dignity
intended to indicate the possession of great wealth, waited.
"This is my uncle," said Mr. Wright, speaking rapidly, "from New Zealand,
the one I spoke to you about. He turned up last night, and you might
have knocked me down with a feather. The last person in the world I
expected to see."
Mr. Kemp, in a good rolling voice, said, "Good evening, miss; I hope you
are well," and, subsiding into a chair, asked for a cigar. His surprise
when he found that the best cigar they stocked only cost sixpence almost
assumed the dimensions of a grievance.
"It'll do to go on with," he said, smelling it suspiciously. "Have you
got change for a fifty-pound note?"
Miss Bradshaw, concealing her surprise by an effort, said that she would
see, and was scanning the contents of a drawer, when Mr. Kemp in some
haste discovered a few odd sovereigns in his waistcoat-pocket. Five
minutes later he was sitting in the little room behind the shop, holding
forth to an admiring audience.
"So far as I know," he said, in reply to a question of Mrs. Bradshaw's,
"George is the only relation I've got. Him and me are quite alone, and I
can tell you I was glad to find him."
Mrs. Bradshaw sighed. "It's a pity you are so far apart," she said.
"It's not for long," said Mr. Kemp. "I'm just going back for about a
year to wind up things out there, and then I'm coming back to leave my
old bones over here. George has very kindly offere
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