He began to despair, and was on the point of writing to Mirpah, thinking that her shrewd woman’s wit might be able to suggest some stratagem or mode of attack other than that made use of by him, when suddenly a prospect opened before him such as in his wildest dreams of success he dared not have bodied forth.  He was not slow to avail himself of it.

CHAPTER XXIV.

ENTER MADGIN JUNIOR.

“Beg your pardon, sir,” said the landlord of The Jolly Fishers one morning to his guest, Mr. Deedes, “but I think I have more than once heard you say that you came from London?”

“I do come from London,” answered Mr. Deedes; “I am Cockney born and bred.  I came direct from London to Windermere.  But why do you ask?”

“Simply, sir, because they are in want of a footman at Bon Repos, to fill up the place of one who has gone away to get married.  Mossoo Platzoff don’t like advertising for servants, and Mr. Cleon is at a loss where to find a fellow that can wait at table and has some manners about him.  You see sir, the country louts about here are neither useful nor ornamental in a gentleman’s house.  Now, sir, it struck me that among your friends you might perhaps know some gentleman who would be glad to recommend a respectable man for such a place.  Must have a good character from his last situation, and be able to wait at table; and I hope, sir, you will pardon the liberty I’ve taken in mentioning it to you.”

Mr. Deedes was holding up a glass of wine to the light as the landlord brought his little speech to a close.  He sipped the wine slowly, with his eyes bent on the floor; then he put down the glass and rubbed his hands softly one within the other.  Then he spoke.

“It happens, singularly enough,” he said, “that a particular friend of mine—­Mr. Madgin, a gentleman, I daresay, whose name you have never heard—­spoke to me only three weeks ago about one of his people for whom he was desirous of obtaining another situation, he himself being about to break up his establishment and go to reside on the Continent.  I will write Mr. Madgin to-night, and if the young man has not engaged himself, I will ask my friend to send him down here.  He will have a first-class testimonial, and I have no doubt he would suit M. Platzoff admirably.  I am obliged to you, landlord, for mentioning this matter to me.”

Mr. Deedes went off at once to his room, and wrote and despatched the following letter:—­

“MY DEAR BOY,—­I saw by an advertisement in last week’s Era that you are still out of an engagement.  I have an opening for you down here in a drama of real life.  It will be greatly to your advantage to accept it, so do not hesitate for a moment.  Come without delay.  Book yourself from Euston Square to Windermere.  Take steamer from the latter place to Newby Bridge.  There, at the hotel, await my arrival.  Bear in mind that down here my name is Mr. Joshua Deedes, and that yours is James Jasmin, a footman, at present out of a situation.  To a person of your intelligence I need not say more.

                    “Your affectionate father,
                        “S.M.