He was a sailor; you've been a sailor."
The captain stared at him in bewilderment.
"He had a wonderful way with wimmen," pursued Jackson hastily; "you've
got a wonderful way with wimmen. More than that, you've got the most
wonderful gift for acting I've ever seen. Ever since the time when you
acted in that barn at Bristol I've never seen any actor I can honestly
say I've liked--never! Look how you can imitate cats--better than Henry
Irving himself!"
"I never had much chance, being at sea all my life," said Crippen
modestly.
"You've got the gift," said Pepper impressively. "It was born in you,
and you'll never leave off acting till the day of your death. You
couldn't if you tried--you know you couldn't!"
The captain smiled deprecatingly.
"Now, I want you to do a performance for my benefit," continued Pepper.
"I want you to act Cap'n Budd, what was lost in the Dolphin thirty years
ago. There's only one man in England I'd trust with the part, and that's
you."
"Act Cap'n Budd!" gasped the astonished Crippen, putting down his glass
and staring at his friend.
"The part is written here," said the ex-pilot, producing a note-book
from his breast pocket and holding it out to his friend. I've been
keeping a log day by day of all the things she said about him, in the
hopes of catching her tripping, but I never did.
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