第36章 IN STRANGE WATERS.(3)

Mr. Metaxa turned over a long column of figures. "Here is an actuary's table," said he. "At your time of life the average expectancy of life is only a few years even in a well-preserved man.""Do you mean to insinuate that I am not a well-preserved man?" "Well, Admiral, it is a trying life at sea.Sailors in their younger daysare gay dogs, and take it out of themselves. Then when they grow older thy are still hard at it, and have no chance of rest or peace. I do not think a sailor's life a good one.""I'll tell you what, sir," said the Admiral hotly. "If you have two pairs of gloves I'll undertake to knock you out under three rounds. Or I'll race you from here to St. Paul's, and my friend here will see fair. I'll let you see whether I am an old man or not.""This is beside the question," said the moneylender with a deprecatory shrug. "The point is that if you died to-morrow where would be the security then?""I could insure my life, and make the policy over to you.""Your premiums for such a sum, if any office would have you, which I very much doubt, would come to close on five hundred a year. That would hardly suit your book.""Well, sir, what do you intend to propose?" asked the Admiral.

"I might, to accommodate you, work it in another way. I should send for a medical man, and have an opinion upon your life. Then I might see what could be done.""That is quite fair.I have no objection to that.""There is a very clever doctor in the street here. Proudie is his name. John, go and fetch Doctor Proudie." The youth was dispatched upon his errand, while Mr. Metaxa sat at his desk, trimming his nails, and shootingout little comments upon the weather. Presently feet were heard upon the stairs, the moneylender hurried out, there was a sound of whispering, and he returned with a large, fat, greasy-looking man, clad in a much worn frock-coat, and a very dilapidated top hat.

"Doctor Proudie, gentlemen," said Mr. Metaxa.

The doctor bowed, smiled, whipped off his hat, and produced his stethoscope from its interior with the air of a conjurer upon the stage. "Which of these gentlemen am I to examine?" he asked, blinking from one to the other of them. "Ah, it is you! Only your waistcoat! You need not undo your collar. Thank you! A full breath! Thank you! Ninety- nine! Thank you! Now hold your breath for a moment. Oh, dear, dear, what is this I hear?""What is it then?" asked the Admiral coolly.

"Tut! tut!This is a great pity.Have you had rheumatic fever?" "Never.""You have had some serious illness?" "Never.""Ah, you are an admiral.You have been abroad, tropics, malaria, ague--I know.""I have never had a day's illness."

"Not to your knowledge; but you have inhaled unhealthy air, and it has left its effect.You have an organic murmur--slight but distinct.""Is it dangerous?"

"It might at anytime become so.You should not take violent exercise.""Oh, indeed.It would hurt me to run a half mile?" "It would be very dangerous.""And a mile?"

"Would be almost certainly fatal." "Then there is nothing else the matter?""No.But if the heart is weak, then everything is weak, and the life is not a sound one.""You see, Admiral," remarked Mr. Metaxa, as the doctor secreted his stethoscope once more in his hat, "my remarks were not entirely uncalledfor.I am sorry that the doctor's opinion is not more favorable, but this is a matter of business, and certain obvious precautions must be taken.""Of course.Then the matter is at an end."

"Well, we might even now do business. I am most anxious to be of use to you. How long do you think, doctor, that this gentleman will in all probability live?""Well, well, it's rather a delicate question to answer," said Dr. Proudie, with a show of embarrassment.