CHAPTER XIV.
DEAD MAN'S MONEY I was so much amazed by this extraordinary suggestion, that for the moment I could only stand staring at him, and before I could find my tongue he threw a quick question at me.
"Lindsey wouldn't stand in your way, would he ?" he asked.

"Such jobs don't go begging, you know." "Mr.Lindsey wouldn't stand in my way, Sir Gilbert," I answered.

"But--" "But what ?" said he, seeing me hesitate.

"Is it a post you wouldn't care about, then?
There's five hundred a year with it--and a permanency." Strange as it may seem, considering all the circumstances, it never occurred to me for one moment that the man was buying my silence, buying me.

There wasn't the ghost of such a thought in my head--I let out what was there in my next words.
"I'd like such a post fine, Sir Gilbert," I said.