“I haven’t got a couple o’ pounds,” replied Mr. Tasker; “and if I ’ad, there’s nine hundred and ninety-nine things I would sooner do with it than lend it to you.”

Mr. Vickers rose and stood regarding the ignoble creature with profound contempt.  His features worked and a host of adjectives crowded to his lips.

[Illustration:  “Mr. Vickers rose and stood regarding the ignoble creature with profound contempt.”]

“Is that your last word, Joseph?” he inquired, with solemn dignity.

“I’ll say it all over again if you like,” said the obliging Mr. Tasker.  “If you want money, go and earn it, same as I have to; don’t come round ’ere cadging on me, because it’s no good.”

Mr. Vickers laughed; a dry, contemptuous laugh, terrible to hear.

“And that’s the man that’s going to marry my daughter,” he said, slowly; “that’s the man that’s going to marry into my family.  Don’t you expect me to take you up and point you out as my son-in-law, cos I won’t do it.  If there’s anything I can’t abide it’s stinginess.  And there’s my gal —­my pore gal don’t know your real character.  Wait till I’ve told ’er about this morning and opened ’er eyes!  Wait till—­”

He stopped abruptly as the door leading to the front room opened and revealed the inquiring face of Captain Bowers.

“What’s all this noise about, Joseph?” demanded the captain, harshly.

Mr. Tasker attempted to explain, but his explanation involving a character for Mr. Vickers which that gentleman declined to accept on any terms, he broke in and began to give his own version of the affair.  Much to Joseph’s surprise the captain listened patiently.

“Did you buy all those things, Joseph?” he inquired, carelessly, as Mr. Vickers paused for breath.

“Cert’nly not, sir,” replied Mr. Tasker.  “Where should I get the money from?”

The captain eyed him without replying, and a sudden suspicion occurred to him.  The strange disappearance of the map, followed by the sudden cessation of Mr. Chalk’s visits, began to link themselves to this tale of unexpected wealth.  He bestowed another searching glance upon the agitated Mr. Tasker.

“You haven’t sold anything lately, have you?” he inquired, with startling gruffness.

“I haven’t ’ad nothing to sell, sir,” replied the other, in astonishment.  “And I dare say Mr. Vickers here saw a new pair o’ boots on one o’ the young’uns and dreamt all the rest.”

Mr. Vickers intervened with passion.

“That’ll do,” said the captain, sharply.  “How dare you make that noise in my house?  I think that the tale about the clothes is all right,” he added, turning to Joseph.  “I saw them go into church looking very smart.  And you know nothing about it?”

Mr. Tasker’s astonishment was too genuine to be mistaken, and the captain, watching him closely, transferred his suspicions to a more deserving object.  Mr. Vickers caught his eye and essayed a smile.