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Nuttall's father was the best friend I ever had," he said gruffly. "He lured me into the Gwelo Deeps against my better judgment. We sank a bore three thousand feet and found everything except gold."

      He gave one of his brief, rumbling chuckles.

      "I wish that mine had been a success. Poor old Bill Nuttall! He helped me in some tight places."

      "And I think you have done your best for his daughter, sir."

      She 's a nice girl," said John Minute, a dear girl. I 'm not taken with girls." He made a wry face. "But May is as honest and ​as sweet as they make them. She 's the sort of girl who looks you in the eye when she talks to you; there 's no damned nonsense about May."

      Jasper Cole concealed a smile.

      "What the devil are you grinning at?" demanded John Minute.

      "I also was thinking that there was no nonsense about her," he said.

      John Minute swung round.

      "Jasper," he said, "May is the kind of girl I would like you to marry; in fact, she is the girl I would like you to marry."

      "I think Frank would have something to say about that," said the other, stirring his coffee.

      "Frank!" snorted John Minute. "What the devil do I care about Frank? Frank has to do as he 's told. He 's a lucky young man and a bit of a rascal, too, I 'm thinking. Frank would marry anybody with a pretty face. Why, if I had n't interfered—"

      Jasper looked up.

      ​"Yes?"

      "Never mind," growled John Minute.

      As was his practice, he sat a long time over dinner, half awake and half asleep. Jasper had annexed one of the newspapers, and was reading it. This was the routine which marked every evening of his life save on those occasions when he made a visit to London. He was in the midst of an article by a famous scientist on radium emanation, when John Minute continued a conversation which he had broken off an hour ago.

      "I 'm worried about May sometimes."

      Jasper put down his paper.

      "Worried! Why?"

      "I am worried. Is n't that enough?" growled the other. "I wish you would n't ask me a lot of questions, Jasper. You irritate me beyond endurance."

      "Well, I 'll take it that you 're worried," said his confidential secretary patiently, "and that you 've good reason."

      "I feel responsible for her, and I hate ​responsibilities of all kinds. The responsibilities of children—"

      He winced and changed the subject, nor did he return to it for several days.

      Instead he opened up a new line.

      "Sergeant Smith was here when I was out, I understand," he said.

      "He came this afternoon—yes."

      "Did you see him?"

      Jasper nodded.

      "What did he want?"

      "He wanted to see you, as far as I could make out. You were saying the other day that he drinks."

      "Drinks!" said the other scornfully. "He does n't drink; he eats it. What do you think about Sergeant Smith?" he demanded.

      "I think he is a very curious person," said the other frankly, "and I can't understand why you go to such trouble to shield him or why you send him money every week."

      "One of these days you 'll understand," said the other, and his prophecy was to be ​fulfilled. "For the present, it is enough to say that if there are two ways out of a difficulty, one of which is unpleasant and one of which is less unpleasant, I take the less unpleasant of the two. It is less unpleasant to pay Sergeant Smith a weekly stipend than it is to be annoyed, and I should most certainly be annoyed if I did not pay him."

      He rose up slowly from the chair and stretched himself.

      "Sergeant Smith," he said again, "is a pretty tough proposition. I know, and I have known him for years. In my business, Jasper, I have had to know some queer people, and I 've had to do some queer things. I am not so sure that they would look well in print, though I am not sensitive as to what newspapers say about me or I should have been in my grave years ago; but Sergeant Smith and his knowledge touches me at a raw place. You are always messing about with narcotics and muck of all kinds, and you will understand when I tell you that the money I give Sergeant ​Smith every week serves a double purpose. It is an opiate and a prophy—"

      "Prophylactic," suggested the other.

      "That 's the word," said John Minute. "I was never a whale at the long uns; when I was twelve I could n't write my own name, and when I was nineteen I used to spell it with two n's."

      He chuckled again.

      "Opiate and prophylactic," he repeated, nodding his head. "That 's Sergeant Smith. He is a dangerous devil because he is a rascal."

      "Constable Wiseman—" began Jasper.

      "Constable Wiseman," snapped John Minute, rubbing his hand through his rumpled gray hair, "is a dangerous devil because he 's a fool. What has Constable Wiseman been here about?"

      "He did n't come here," smiled Jasper. "I met him on the road and had a little talk with him."

      "You might have been better employed," said John Minute gruffly. "That silly ass has ​summoned me three times. One of these days I 'll get him thrown out of the force."

      "He 's not a bad sort of fellow," soothed Jasper Cole. "He 's rather stupid, but otherwise he is a decent, well-conducted man with a sense of the law."

      "Did he say anything worth repeating?" asked John Minute.

      "He was saying that Sergeant Smith is a disciplinarian."

      "I know of nobody more of a disciplinarian than Sergeant Smith," said the other sarcastically, "particularly when he is getting over a jag. The keenest sense of duty is that possessed by a man who has broken the law and has not been found out. I think I will go to bed," he added, looking at the clock on the mantelpiece. "I am going up to town to-morrow. I want to see May."

      "Is anything worrying you?" asked Jasper.

      "The bank is worrying me," said the old man.

      Jasper Cole looked at him steadily.

      ​"What's wrong with the bank?"

      "There is nothing wrong with the bank, and the knowledge that my dear nephew, Frank Merrill, esquire, is accountant at one of its branches removes any lingering doubt in my mind as to its stability. And I wish to Heaven you 'd get out of the habit of asking me 'why' this happens or 'why' I do that."

      Jasper lit a cigar before replying:

      "The only way you can find things out in this world is by asking questions."

      "Well, ask somebody else," boomed John Minute at the door.

      Jasper took up his paper, but was not to be left to the enjoyment its columns offered, for five minutes later John Minute appeared in the doorway, minus his tie and coat, having been surprised in the act of undressing with an idea which called for development.

      "Send a cable in the morning to the manager of the Gwelo Deeps and ask him if there is any report. By the way, you are the secretary of the company. I suppose you know that?"

      ​"Am I?" asked the startled Jasper.

      "Frank was, and I don't suppose he has been doing the work now. You had better find out or you will be getting me into a lot of trouble with the registrar. We ought to have a board meeting."

      "Am I the directors, too?" asked Jasper innocently.

      "It is very likely," said John Minute. "I know I am chairman, but there has never been any need to hold a meeting. You had better find out from Frank when the last was held."

      He

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