The Man Who Found Himself
Margaret Stacpoole
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III THE HUNDRED-POUND NOTE UNCLE SIMON awoke consumed by thirst, but without a headache; a good constitution and years of regular life had given him a large balance to draw upon. Mudd was in the room arranging things; he had just drawn up the blind. "Who's that?" asked Simon. "Mudd," replied the other. Mudd's tout ensemble as a new sort of hotel servant seemed to please Simon, and he accepted him at once as he accepted everything that pleased him. "Give me that water-bottle," said Simon. Mudd gave it. Simon half-drained it and handed it back. The draught seemed to act on him like the elixir vitas. "What are you doing with those clothes?" said he. "Oh, just folding them," said Mudd. "Well, just leave them alone," replied the othen "Is there any money in the pockets?" "These aren't what you wore last night," said Mudd; "there was two pounds ten in the pockets of what you had on. Here it is, on the mantel." "Good," said Simon. "Have you any more money anywhere about? " asked Mudd. Now Simon, spendthrift in front of pleasure and heedless of money as the wind, in front of Mudd seemed cautious and a bit suspicious. It was as though his subliminal mind recognised in Mudd restraint and guardianship and common sense. "Not a halfpenny," said he. "Give me that two pounds ten." Mudd, alarmed at the vigour of the other, put the money on the little table by the bed. Simon was at once placated. "Now put me out some clothes," said he. He seemed to have accepted Mudd now as a personal servant--hired when? Heaven knows when; details like that were nothing to Simon. Mudd, marvelling and sorrowing, put out a suit of blue serge, a blue tie, a shirt and other things of silk. There was a bathroom, off the bedroom, and, the things put out, Simon arose...