got, and what I’d seen. But when I come
to think it all over arterward, I was skeered for
true at what I’d done, and for fear Mars’
Winston wouldn’t like it. What reason could
I give him for hidin’ of the pocketbook, ef I
give it up to him? Ef I tole all the truth,
she’d
be mad as a March hare, and like as not face me down
that all I had said was a dream or a lie, or that I
was drunk that night and couldn’t see straight.
I’d hearn her tell too many fibs with a smooth
tongue and a sweet smile not to be sure of that!
So, all I should git for my care of the repertation
of my fam’ly would be her ill-will, and to be
’cused by other people of stealin’, and
for the rest of my days she’d do all she could
to spite me. For I’m sure as I stand here,
Miss Mabel, that she knew, or thought she knew, somethin’
’bout that poor, despisable wretch that died
up in the garret. What else brought him a-spyin’
’round here, and what was there to make her
faint when she ketched sight of him a-lookin’
in at her through the winder? and what
could a
sent her upstars when everybody else was asleep, fur
to haul his close about, and poke them fine white
fingers of hern into his pockets, and pull his
whiskery
face over to the light so’s to see it better?
Depend ’pon it, there’s a bad story at
the bottom of this somewhere. I’ve hearn
of many a sich that came of gentlemens’ marrying
forringers what nobody knowed anything about.
Anyhow, I want you to take keer of this ’ere
pocketbook. Ef I was to die all of a suddent,
and ’twas found ’mong my things, some mischief
mought be hatched out on it. It’s safer
in your hands nor it is in mine. Now, I’ll
jest light your lamp, and you can ’xamine it,
and pitch it into the fire, ef you like, when you’re
through.”
In a cooler moment Mabel would have hesitated to obey
the advice of an ignorant, prejudiced person, her
inferior in station and intelligence. But in
the whirl of astonishment, incredulity, and speculation
created by the tale she had heard, she untied the string
which formed the primitive fastening of the worn wallet,
and unclosed it.
The main compartment contained four tickets, issued
by as many different pawnbrokers, testifying that
such and such articles had been deposited with them
for and in consideration of moneys advanced by them
to Thomas Lindsay; a liquor-seller’s score against
William Jones—unpaid; and a tavern bill,
in which brandy and water, whiskey and mint-juleps,
were the principal items charged against Edmund Jackson.
This last was the only paper which bore the indorsement
“Rec’d payment,” and this circumstance
had, probably, led to its preservation. The adjoining
division of the wallet was sewed up with stout black
thread and Mabel had to resort to her scissors before
she could get at its contents. These were a couple
of worn envelopes, crumpled and dog-eared, and stained
with liquor or salt water, but still bearing the address,
in a feminine hand, of “Lieutenant Julius Lennox,
U. S. N.” In addition to this, one was
directed to Havana, Cuba; the other to Calcutta, in
care, of a mercantile or banking-house at each place.
A third cover bore the superscription, “Certificate,”
in bold characters.