"Then come into my room, Jack," answered the innkeeper, and Mr. Head followed him into a little chamber known as 'Mr. Nathan's office.'
"I've got together another five pounds," explained the labourer, "and I know you'll do for me what you do for all—put it by with the rest. We come to you, Mr. Baskerville, and we trust you with our savings, for why? Because you ban't a lawyer. You're the poor man's bank, as I always say, and I only hope you get your fair share of good for all the money you put away to goody for us."
"That's all right, Jack."
Mr. Nathan produced a ledger and turned over the pages.
"This makes twenty to you, and interest three-ten."
He wrote a receipt and handed it to the other.
"Wish I'd got your 'mazing head for figures; and so I should if I'd been properly eggicated."
"I shall have some pretty big money on my hands before long, I'm afraid," said Nathan gloomily. "Doctor called coming back from Cadworthy. 'Tis all over with my poor brother, I'm afraid."
"My stars—that mighty man to drop amongst us! Well, he's had a good life and full share of fortune."
"His own folly has finished him too—that's the worst of it. Would be doing the young men's work, and did it once too often."