Part 54 (1/2)
”Well, all hands cried more'n ever at that, and Mrs. Jarvis got up, with the tears a-runnin', and says she: 'It wan't his coat,' she says. 'I sold the coat and vest to a peddler. 'Twas his----' But Egbert cut in afore she could tell what 'twas, and then he got 'em to biddin'.
Creepin' Henry, Cap'n Sears! that log-cabin quilt sold for nine dollars and a half, and the man that bought it was Philander Comstock, the tailor over to Denboro. And Philander told me himself that he didn't know why he bought it. '_I_ made that suit of clothes for Cap'n Azariah, myself,' he says, 'and he died afore I got half my pay for it. But that Phillips man,' he says, 'could sell a spygla.s.s to a blind man.'”
The captain asked Judah if he had heard any testimony on the other side; were there any people in Bayport who did not like Mr. Phillips. Judah thought it over.
”We-ll,” he said, reflectively, ”I don't know as I've ever heard anybody come right out and call him names. Anybody but Esther Tidditt, that is; she's down on him like a sheet anchor on a crab. Sometimes Elviry snaps out somethin' spiteful, but most of that's jealousy, I cal'late. You see, Elviry had her cap all set for this Egbert widower--that is, all hands seems to cal'late she had--and then she began to find her nose was bein' put out of j'int. You know who they're sayin' put it out, Cap'n Sears? There seems to be a general notion around town that----”
Kendrick interrupted; this was a matter he did not care to discuss with Judah or any one else. There had been quite enough said on that subject.
”Yes, yes, all right, Judah,” he said, hastily. ”But the men? Do the men like him as well as the women?”
”Why--why, yes, I guess so. Not quite so well, of course. That wouldn't be natural, would it, Cap'n Sears?”
”Perhaps not. But have you ever heard any man say anything against him, anything definite? Does he pay his bills?”
”Eh? Why, I don't know. I ain't never----”
”All right. Who does he chum around with mostly? Who are his best friends?”
Mr. Cahoon gave a list of them, beginning of course with the Wingates and the Dishups and the members of the Shakespeare Reading Society and ending with George Kent.
”He cruises along with George a whole lot,” declared Judah. ”Them two are together about half the time. George don't work to the store no more. You knew that, didn't you?”
If Sears had heard it, he had forgotten. Judah went on to explain.
”He hove up his job at Eliphalet's quite a spell ago,” he said ”He's studyin' law along with Bradley same as ever, but 'he's busy lawin' here in Bayport, too. Some of his relations died and left a lot of money, so folks tell, and George is what they call administer of the estate. It's an awful good thing for him, all hands cal'late. Some say he's rich.”
The captain vaguely remembered Kent's disclosure to him concerning his appointment as administrator of his aunt's estate. He had not exchanged a word with the young man since the evening of the latter's call and Elizabeth's interruption. It seemed a long while ago. Much--and so much that was unpleasant--had happened since then. Kent and he had met, of course, and on the first two or three occasions, Kendrick had spoken.
The young fellow had not replied. Now, at the mention of his name, Kendrick felt an uneasy pang, almost of guilt. He had done nothing wrong, of course yet if it had not been for him perhaps the two young people might still have been friends or even more than friends. It was true that Elizabeth had told him but there, what difference did it make what she told him? She had told him other things since, things that he could not forget.
”Well, all right, Judah,” he said. ”It wasn't important. Run along.”
Judah did not run along. He remained, looking at his lodger with a troubled expression. The latter noticed it.
”What is it, Judah?” he asked. ”Anything wrong?”
Mr. Cahoon's fingers moved uneasily through the heavy foliage upon his chin. ”Why--why, Cap'n Sears,” he stammered, ”can I ask you somethin'?”
”Certain. Fire away.”
”Well--well--it--it ain't true, is it, that you done anything to set Elizabeth Berry against that young Kent feller? You never told her nothin'--or did nothin'--or--or----”
He seemed to find it hard to finish his sentence. The captain did not wait, but asked a question of his own.
”Who said I did, Judah?” he asked.
”Hey?... Oh, I--I don't know. Why--why, some of them sculpin'-mouths down to the store they say that you--that you told Elizabeth a lot of things--or did somethin' or 'nother to spite George with her. Of course _I_ knew 'twan't so, but--but----”
”But they said it was, eh? Well, it isn't true. I haven't done anything of that kind, Judah.”
The Cahoon fist descended upon the kitchen table with a thump. ”I knew it!” roared Judah. ”I knew dum well 'twas a cargo of lies. Now just wait. Let one of them swabs just open his main hatch and start to unload another pa.s.sel of that cargo. If I don't----”