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Mr. Hucks, a widower, would have to be content in death with a shorter epitaph.  In life his neighbours and acquaintances knew him as the toughest old sinner in Bursfield; and indeed his office hours (from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m. nominally—­but he was an early riser) allowed him scant leisure to practice the Christian graces.  Yet though many had occasion to curse Mr. Hucks, few could bring themselves to hate him.  The rogue was so massive, so juicy.

He stood six feet four inches in his office slippers, and measured fifty-two inches in girth of chest.  He habitually smoked the strongest shag tobacco, and imbibed cold rum and water at short intervals from morning to night; but these excesses had neither impaired his complexion, which was ruddy, jovial and almost unwrinkled, nor dimmed the delusive twinkle of his eyes.  These, under a pair of grey bushy brows, met the world humorously, while they kept watch on it for unconsidered trifles; but never perhaps so humorously as when their owner, having clutched his prey, turned a deaf ear to appeal.  For the rest, Mr. Hucks had turned sixty, but without losing his hair, which in colour and habit resembled a badger’s; and although he had lived inland all his life, carried about with him in his dress, his gait, his speech an indefinable suggestion of a nautical past.  If you tried to fix it, you found yourself narrowed down to explaining it by the blue jersey he wore in lieu of shirt and waistcoat. (He buttoned his braces over it, and tucked its slack inside the waistband of his trousers.) Or, with luck, you might learn that he habitually slept in a hammock, and corroborate this by observing the towzled state of his back hair.  But the suggestion was, in fact, far more subtle, pervasive—­almost you might call it an aroma.

The Counting House—­so he called the single apartment in which he slung his hammock, wrote up his ledgers, interviewed his customers, and in the intervals cooked his meals on an oil-stove—­was, in pact, a store of ample dimensions.  To speak precisely, it measured thirty-six feet by fourteen.  But Mr. Hucks had reduced its habitable space to some eight feet by six, and by the following process.

Over and above the activities mentioned on his business card, he was a landlord, and owned a considerable amount of cottage property, including a whole block of tenement houses hard by The Plain.  Nothing could be simpler than his method of managing this estate.  He never spent a penny on upkeep or repairs.  On a vacancy he accepted any tenant who chose to apply.  He collected his rents weekly and in person, and if the rent were not forthcoming he promptly distrained upon the furniture.