Scantlebray flapped all his limbs, and shook his head.
“You don’t suppose I carry these sort of things about with me?”
“I have no doubt whatever they are in your pocket.” Scantlebray fidgeted.
“Cap’n, try this port—a little going back, but not to be sneezed at.”
Coppinger leaned forward through the window.
“Who is that man with you?”
“Mr. Cargreen.”
“What is he here for?”
“I am agent for the Reverend Mules, the newly appointed rector,” said Mr. Cargreen, with some dignity.
“Then I request you both to step to the window to me.”
The two men looked at each other. Scantlebray jumped up, and Cargreen followed. They stood in the window-bay at a respectful distance from Cruel Coppinger.
“I suppose you know who I am?” said the latter, fixing his eyes on Cargreen.
“I believe I can form a guess.”
“And your duty to your client is to make out as bad a case as you can against the two children. They have had just one thousand pounds left them. You are going to get as much of that away from them as you are permitted.”
“My good sir—allow me to explain——”
“There is no need,” said Coppinger. “Suffice it that you are one side. I—Cruel Coppinger—on the other. Do you understand what that means?”
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