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-.. template: book.tmpl
-.. hyphenate: yes
-.. filters: filters.typogrify
-
-.. class:: subtitle
-
-By `GUY BOOTHBY <http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/3587>`__
-
-Author of "Dr. Nikola," "The Beautiful White Devil," etc., etc.
-
-.. figure:: /images/frontispiece.jpg
- :class: bookfig
-
-.. topic:: The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Bid for Fortune, by Guy Boothby
-
- This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
- almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
- re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
- with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
-
-
- Title: A Bid for Fortune
- or Dr. Nikola's Vendetta
-
- Author: `Guy Boothby <http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/3587>`__
-
- Release Date: May 29, 2007 [EBook #21640]
-
- Language: English
-
- Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Mary Meehan and the
- Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
-
- Originally published by:
-
- WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED
- LONDON, MELBOURNE AND TORONTO
- 1918
-
-.. figure:: /images/illus_001.jpg
- :class: bookfig
-
-PART I
-======
-
-PROLOGUE
---------
-
-.. role:: smallcaps
-
-
-:smallcaps:`The` manager of the new Imperial Restaurant on the Thames Embankment went
-into his luxurious private office and shut the door. Having done so, he
-first scratched his chin reflectively, and then took a letter from the
-drawer in which it had reposed for more than two months and perused it
-carefully. Though he was not aware of it, this was the thirtieth time he
-had read it since breakfast that morning. And yet he was not a whit
-nearer understanding it than he had been at the beginning. He turned it
-over and scrutinized the back, where not a sign of writing was to be
-seen; he held it up to the window, as if he might hope to discover
-something from the water-mark; but there was nothing in either of these
-places of a nature calculated to set his troubled mind at rest. Then he
-took a magnificent repeater watch from his waistcoat pocket and glanced
-at the dial; the hands stood at half-past seven. He immediately threw
-the letter on the table, and as he did so his anxiety found relief in
-words.
-
-"It's really the most extraordinary affair I ever had to do with," he
-remarked. "And as I've been in the business just three-and-thirty years
-at eleven a.m. next Monday morning, I ought to know something about it.
-I only hope I've done right, that's all."
-
-As he spoke, the chief bookkeeper, who had the treble advantage of being
-tall, pretty, and just eight-and-twenty years of age, entered the room.
-She noticed the open letter and the look upon her chief's face, and her
-curiosity was proportionately excited.
-
-"You seem worried, Mr. McPherson," she said tenderly, as she put down
-the papers she had brought in for his signature.
-
-"You have just hit it, Miss O'Sullivan," he answered, pushing them
-farther on to the table. "I am worried about many things, but
-particularly about this letter."
-
-He handed the epistle to her, and she, being desirous of impressing him
-with her business capabilities, read it with ostentatious care. But it
-was noticeable that when she reached the signature she too turned back
-to the beginning, and then deliberately read it over again. The manager
-rose, crossed to the mantelpiece, and rang for the head waiter. Having
-relieved his feelings in this way, he seated himself again at his
-writing-table, put on his glasses, and stared at his companion, while
-waiting for her to speak.
-
-"It's very funny," she said. "Very funny indeed!"
-
-"It's the most extraordinary communication I have ever received," he
-replied with conviction. "You see it is written from Cuyaba, Brazil. The
-date is three months ago to a day. Now I have taken the trouble to find
-out where and what Cuyaba is."
-
-He made this confession with an air of conscious pride, and having done
-so, laid himself back in his chair, stuck his thumbs into the armholes
-of his waistcoat, and looked at his fair subordinate for approval. Nor
-was he destined to be disappointed. He was a bachelor in possession of a
-snug income, and she, besides being pretty, was a lady with a keen eye
-to the main chance.
-
-"And where *is* Cuyaba?" she asked humbly.
-
-"Cuyaba," he replied, rolling his tongue with considerable relish round
-his unconscious mispronunciation of the name, "is a town almost on the
-western or Bolivian border of Brazil. It is of moderate size, is
-situated on the banks of the river Cuyaba, and is considerably connected
-with the famous Brazilian Diamond Fields."
-
-"And does the writer of this letter live there?"
-
-"I cannot say. He writes from there--that is enough for us."
-
-"And he orders dinner for four--here, in a private room overlooking the
-river, three months ahead--punctually at eight o'clock, gives you a list
-of the things he wants, and even arranges the decoration of the table.
-Says he has never seen either of his three friends before; that one of
-them hails from (here she consulted the letter again) Hang-chow, another
-from Bloemfontein, while the third resides, at present, in England. Each
-one is to present an ordinary visiting card with a red dot on it to the
-porter in the hall, and to be shown to the room at once. I don't
-understand it at all."
-
-The manager paused for a moment, and then said deliberately,--"Hang-chow
-is in China, Bloemfontein is in South Africa."
-
-"What a wonderful man you are, to be sure, Mr. McPherson! I never can
-*think* how you manage to carry so much in your head."
-
-There spoke the true woman. And it was a move in the right direction,
-for the manager was susceptible to her gentle influence, as she had
-occasion to know.
-
-At this juncture the head waiter appeared upon the scene, and took up a
-position just inside the doorway, as if he were afraid of injuring the
-carpet by coming farther.
-
-"Is No. 22 ready, Williams?"
-
-"Quite ready, sir. The wine is on the ice, and cook tells me he'll be
-ready to dish punctual to the moment."
-
-"The letter says, 'no electric light; candles with red shades.' Have you
-put on those shades I got this morning?"
-
-"Just seen it done this very minute, sir."
-
-"And let me see, there was one other thing." He took the letter from the
-chief bookkeeper's hand and glanced at it. "Ah, yes, a porcelain saucer,
-and a small jug of new milk upon the mantelpiece. An extraordinary
-request, but has it been attended to?"
-
-"I put it there myself, sir."
-
-"Who wait?"
-
-"Jones, Edmunds, Brooks, and Tomkins."
-
-"Very good. Then I think that will do. Stay! You had better tell the
-hall porter to look out for three gentlemen presenting plain visiting
-cards with a little red spot on them. Let Brooks wait in the hall, and
-when they arrive tell him to show them straight up to the room."
-
-"It shall be done, sir."
-
-The head waiter left the room, and the manager stretched himself in his
-chair, yawned by way of showing his importance, and then said
-solemnly,--
-
-"I don't believe they'll any of them turn up; but if they do, this Dr.
-Nikola, whoever he may be, won't be able to find fault with my
-arrangements."
-
-Then, leaving the dusty high road of Business, he and his companion
-wandered in the shady bridle-paths of Love--to the end that when the
-chief bookkeeper returned to her own department she had forgotten the
-strange dinner party about to take place upstairs, and was busily
-engaged upon a calculation as to how she would look in white satin and
-orange blossoms, and, that settled, fell to wondering whether it was
-true, as Miss Joyce, a subordinate, had been heard to declare, that the
-manager had once shown himself partial to a certain widow with reputed
-savings and a share in an extensive egg and dairy business.
-
-At ten minutes to eight precisely a hansom drew up at the steps of the
-hotel. As soon as it stopped, an undersized gentleman, with a clean
-shaven countenance, a canonical corporation, and bow legs, dressed in a
-decidedly clerical garb, alighted. He paid and discharged his cabman,
-and then took from his ticket pocket an ordinary white visiting card,
-which he presented to the gold-laced individual who had opened the
-apron. The latter, having noted the red spot, called a waiter, and the
-reverend gentleman was immediately escorted upstairs.
-
-Hardly had the attendant time to return to his station in the hall,
-before a second cab made its appearance, closely followed by a third.
-Out of the second jumped a tall, active, well-built man of about thirty
-years of age. He was dressed in evening dress of the latest fashion, and
-to conceal it from the vulgar gaze, wore a large Inverness cape of heavy
-texture. He also in his turn handed a white card to the porter, and,
-having done so, proceeded into the hall, followed by the occupant of the
-last cab, who had closely copied his example. This individual was also
-in evening dress, but it was of a different stamp. It was old-fashioned
-and had seen much use. The wearer, too, was taller than the ordinary run
-of men, while it was noticeable that his hair was snow-white, and that
-his face was deeply pitted with smallpox. After disposing of their hats
-and coats in an ante-room, they reached room No. 22, where they found
-the gentleman in clerical costume pacing impatiently up and down.
-
-Left alone, the tallest of the trio, who for want of a better title we
-may call the Best Dressed Man, took out his watch, and having glanced at
-it, looked at his companions. "Gentlemen," he said, with a slight
-American accent, "it is three minutes to eight o'clock. My name is
-Eastover!"
-
-"I'm glad to hear it, for I'm most uncommonly hungry," said the next
-tallest, whom I have already described as being so marked by disease.
-"My name is Prendergast!"
-
-"We only wait for our friend and host," remarked the clerical gentleman,
-as if he felt he ought to take a share in the conversation, and then, as
-an afterthought, he continued, "My name is Baxter!"
-
-They shook hands all round with marked cordiality, seated themselves
-again, and took it in turns to examine the clock.
-
-"Have you ever had the pleasure of meeting our host before?" asked Mr.
-Baxter of Mr. Prendergast.
-
-"Never," replied that gentleman, with a shake of his head. "Perhaps Mr.
-Eastover has been more fortunate?"
-
-"Not I," was the brief rejoinder. "I've had to do with him off and on
-for longer than I care to reckon, but I've never set eyes on him up to
-date."
-
-"And where may he have been the first time you heard from him?"
-
-"In Nashville, Tennessee," said Eastover. "After that, Tahupapa, New
-Zealand; after that, Papeete, in the Society Islands; then Pekin, China.
-And you?"
-
-"First time, Brussels; second, Monte Video; third, Mandalay, and then
-the Gold Coast, Africa. It's your turn, Mr. Baxter."
-
-The clergyman glanced at the timepiece. It was exactly eight o'clock.
-"First time, Cabul, Afghanistan; second, Nijni Novgorod, Russia; third,
-Wilcannia, Darling River, Australia; fourth, Valparaiso, Chili; fifth,
-Nagasaki, Japan."
-
-"He is evidently a great traveller and a most mysterious person."
-
-"He is more than that," said Eastover with conviction; "he is late for
-dinner!"
-
-Prendergast looked at his watch.
-
-"That clock is two minutes fast. Hark, there goes Big Ben! Eight
-exactly."
-
-As he spoke the door was thrown open and a voice announced "Dr. Nikola."
-
-The three men sprang to their feet simultaneously, with exclamations of
-astonishment, as the man they had been discussing made his appearance.
-
-It would take more time than I can spare the subject to give you an
-adequate and inclusive description of the person who entered the room at
-that moment. In stature he was slightly above the ordinary, his
-shoulders were broad, his limbs perfectly shaped and plainly muscular,
-but very slim. His head, which was magnificently set upon his shoulders,
-was adorned with a profusion of glossy black hair; his face was
-destitute of beard or moustache, and was of oval shape and handsome
-moulding; while his skin was of a dark olive hue, a colour which
-harmonized well with his piercing black eyes and pearly teeth. His hands
-and feet were small, and the greatest dandy must have admitted that he
-was irreproachably dressed, with a neatness that bordered on the
-puritanical. In age he might have been anything from eight-and-twenty to
-forty; in reality he was thirty-three. He advanced into the room and
-walked with out-stretched hand directly across to where Eastover was
-standing by the fireplace.
-
-"Mr. Eastover, I feel certain," he said, fixing his glittering eyes upon
-the man he addressed, and allowing a curious smile to play upon his
-face.
-
-"That is my name, Dr. Nikola," the other answered with evident surprise.
-"But how on earth can you distinguish me from your other guests?"
-
-"Ah! it would surprise you if you knew. And Mr. Prendergast, and Mr.
-Baxter. This is delightful; I hope I am not late. We had a collision in
-the Channel this morning, and I was almost afraid I might not be up to
-time. Dinner seems ready; shall we sit down to it?" They seated
-themselves, and the meal commenced. The Imperial Restaurant has earned
-an enviable reputation for doing things well, and the dinner that night
-did not in any way detract from its lustre. But, delightful as it all
-was, it was noticeable that the three guests paid more attention to
-their host than to his excellent *menu*. As they had said before his
-arrival, they had all had dealings with him for several years, but what
-those dealings were they were careful not to describe. It was more than
-possible that they hardly liked to remember them themselves.
-
-When coffee had been served and the servants had withdrawn, Dr. Nikola
-rose from the table, and went across to the massive sideboard. On it
-stood a basket of very curious shape and workmanship. This he opened,
-and as he did so, to the astonishment of his guests, an enormous cat, as
-black as his master's coat, leaped out on to the floor. The reason for
-the saucer and jug of milk became evident.
-
-Seating himself at the table again, the host followed the example of his
-guests and lit a cigar, blowing a cloud of smoke luxuriously through his
-delicately chiselled nostrils. His eyes wandered round the cornice of
-the room, took in the pictures and decorations, and then came down to
-meet the faces of his companions. As they did so, the black cat, having
-finished its meal, sprang on to his shoulder to crouch there, watching
-the three men through the curling smoke drift with its green blinking,
-fiendish eyes. Dr. Nikola smiled as he noticed the effect the animal had
-upon his guests.
-
-"Now shall we get to business?" he said briskly.
-
-The others almost simultaneously knocked the ashes off their cigars and
-brought themselves to attention. Dr. Nikola's dainty, languid manner
-seemed to drop from him like a cloak, his eyes brightened, and his
-voice, when he spoke, was clean cut as chiselled silver.
-
-"You are doubtless anxious to be informed why I summoned you from all
-parts of the globe to meet me here to-night? And it is very natural you
-should be. But then, from what you know of me, you should not be
-surprised at anything I do."
-
-His voice dropped back into its old tone of gentle languor. He drew in a
-great breath of smoke and then sent it slowly out from his lips again.
-His eyes were half closed, and he drummed with one finger on the table
-edge. The cat looked through the smoke at the three men, and it seemed
-to them that he grew every moment larger and more ferocious. Presently
-his owner took him from his perch, and seating him on his knee fell to
-stroking his fur, from head to tail, with his long slim fingers. It was
-as if he were drawing inspiration for some deadly mischief from the
-uncanny beast.
-
-"To preface what I have to say to you, let me tell you that this is by
-far the most important business for which I have ever required your
-help. (Three slow strokes down the centre of the back, and one round
-each ear.) When it first came into my mind I was at a loss who to trust
-in the matter. I thought of Vendon, but I found Vendon was dead. I
-thought of Brownlow, but Brownlow was no longer faithful. (Two strokes
-down the back and two on the throat.) Then bit by bit I remembered you.
-I was in Brazil at the time. So I sent for you. You came. So far so
-good."
-
-He rose, and crossed over to the fireplace. As he went the cat crawled
-back to its original position on his shoulder. Then his voice changed
-once more to its former business-like tone.
-
-"I am not going to tell you very much about it. But from what I do tell
-you, you will be able to gather a great deal and imagine the rest. To
-begin with, there is a man living in this world to-day who has done me a
-great and lasting injury. What that injury is is no concern of yours.
-You would not understand if I told you. So we'll leave that out of the
-question. He is immensely rich. His cheque for £300,000 would be
-honoured by his bank at any minute. Obviously he is a power. He has had
-reason to know that I am pitting my wits against his, and he flatters
-himself that so far he has got the better of me. That is because I am
-drawing him on. I am maturing a plan which will make him a poor and a
-very miserable man at one and the same time. If that scheme succeeds,
-and I am satisfied with the way you three men have performed the parts I
-shall call on you to play in it, I shall pay to each of you the sum of
-£10,000. If it doesn't succeed, then you will each receive a thousand
-and your expenses. Do you follow me?"
-
-It was evident from their faces that they hung upon his every word.
-
-"But, remember, I demand from you your whole and entire labour. While
-you are serving me you are mine body and soul. I know you are
-trustworthy. I have had good proof that you are--pardon the
-expression--unscrupulous, and I flatter myself you are silent. What is
-more, I shall tell you nothing beyond what is necessary for the carrying
-out of my scheme, so that you could not betray me if you would. Now for
-my plans!"
-
-He sat down again and took a paper from his pocket. Having perused it,
-he turned to Eastover.
-
-"You will leave at once--that is to say, by the boat on Wednesday--for
-Sydney. You will book your passage to-morrow morning, first thing, and
-join her in Plymouth. You will meet me to-morrow evening at an address I
-will send you, and receive your final instructions. Good-night."
-
-Seeing that he was expected to go, Eastover rose, shook hands, and left
-the room without a word. He was too astonished to hesitate or to say
-anything.
-
-Nikola took another letter from his pocket and turned to Prendergast.
-"*You* will go down to Dover to-night, cross to Paris to-morrow morning,
-and leave this letter personally at the address you will find written on
-it. On Thursday, at half-past two precisely, you will deliver me an
-answer in the porch at Charing Cross. You will find sufficient money in
-that envelope to pay all your expenses. Now go!"
-
-"At half-past two you shall have your answer. Good-night."
-
-"Good-night."
-
-When Prendergast had left the room, Dr. Nikola lit another cigar and
-turned his attentions to Mr. Baxter.
-
-"Six months ago, Mr. Baxter, I found for you a situation as tutor to the
-young Marquis of Beckenham. You still hold it, I suppose?"
-
-"I do."
-
-"Is the father well disposed towards you?"
-
-"In every way. I have done my best to ingratiate myself with him. That
-was one of your instructions."
-
-"Yes, yes! But I was not certain that you would succeed. If the old man
-is anything like what he was when I last met him he must still be a
-difficult person to deal with. Does the boy like you?"
-
-"I hope so."
-
-"Have you brought me his photograph as I directed?"
-
-"I have. Here it is."
-
-Baxter took a photograph from his pocket and handed it across the table.
-
-"Good. You have done very well, Mr. Baxter. I am pleased with you.
-To-morrow morning you will go back to Yorkshire----"
-
-"I beg your pardon, Bournemouth. His Grace owns a house near
-Bournemouth, which he occupies during the summer months."
-
-"Very well--then to-morrow morning you will go back to Bournemouth and
-continue to ingratiate yourself with father and son. You will also begin
-to implant in the boy's mind a desire for travel. Don't let him become
-aware that his desire has its source in you--but do not fail to foster
-it all you can. I will communicate with you further in a day or two. Now
-go."
-
-Baxter in his turn left the room. The door closed. Dr. Nikola picked up
-the photograph and studied it.
-
-"The likeness is unmistakable--or it ought to be. My friend, my very
-dear friend, Wetherell, my toils are closing on you. My arrangements are
-perfecting themselves admirably. Presently, when all is complete, I
-shall press the lever, the machinery will be set in motion, and you will
-find yourself being slowly but surely ground into powder. Then you will
-hand over what I want, and be sorry you thought fit to baulk Dr.
-Nikola!"
-
-He rang the bell and ordered his bill. This duty discharged, he placed
-the cat back in its prison, shut the lid, descended with the basket to
-the hall, and called a hansom. The porter inquired to what address he
-should order the cabman to drive. Dr. Nikola did not reply for a moment,
-then he said, as if he had been thinking something out: "The *Green
-Sailor* public-house, East India Dock Road."
-
-
-------------------------
-
-You can read the rest of "A Bid For Fortune; Or, Dr. Nikola's Vendetta" at `Open Library <https://archive.org/stream/bidforfortunenov00bootiala#page/12/mode/2up>`__
+.. title: A BID FOR FORTUNE OR; DR. NIKOLA'S VENDETTA +.. template: book.tmpl +.. hyphenate: yes +.. filters: filters.typogrify + +.. class:: subtitle + +By `GUY BOOTHBY <http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/3587>`__ + +Author of "Dr. Nikola," "The Beautiful White Devil," etc., etc. + +.. figure:: /images/frontispiece.jpg + :class: bookfig + +.. topic:: The Project Gutenberg EBook of A Bid for Fortune, by Guy Boothby + + This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with + almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or + re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included + with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + + Title: A Bid for Fortune + or Dr. Nikola's Vendetta + + Author: `Guy Boothby <http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/3587>`__ + + Release Date: May 29, 2007 [EBook #21640] + + Language: English + + Produced by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Mary Meehan and the + Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + Originally published by: + + WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED + LONDON, MELBOURNE AND TORONTO + 1918 + +.. figure:: /images/illus_001.jpg + :class: bookfig + +PART I +====== + +PROLOGUE +-------- + +.. role:: smallcaps + + +:smallcaps:`The` manager of the new Imperial Restaurant on the Thames Embankment went +into his luxurious private office and shut the door. Having done so, he +first scratched his chin reflectively, and then took a letter from the +drawer in which it had reposed for more than two months and perused it +carefully. Though he was not aware of it, this was the thirtieth time he +had read it since breakfast that morning. And yet he was not a whit +nearer understanding it than he had been at the beginning. He turned it +over and scrutinized the back, where not a sign of writing was to be +seen; he held it up to the window, as if he might hope to discover +something from the water-mark; but there was nothing in either of these +places of a nature calculated to set his troubled mind at rest. Then he +took a magnificent repeater watch from his waistcoat pocket and glanced +at the dial; the hands stood at half-past seven. He immediately threw +the letter on the table, and as he did so his anxiety found relief in +words. + +"It's really the most extraordinary affair I ever had to do with," he +remarked. "And as I've been in the business just three-and-thirty years +at eleven a.m. next Monday morning, I ought to know something about it. +I only hope I've done right, that's all." + +As he spoke, the chief bookkeeper, who had the treble advantage of being +tall, pretty, and just eight-and-twenty years of age, entered the room. +She noticed the open letter and the look upon her chief's face, and her +curiosity was proportionately excited. + +"You seem worried, Mr. McPherson," she said tenderly, as she put down +the papers she had brought in for his signature. + +"You have just hit it, Miss O'Sullivan," he answered, pushing them +farther on to the table. "I am worried about many things, but +particularly about this letter." + +He handed the epistle to her, and she, being desirous of impressing him +with her business capabilities, read it with ostentatious care. But it +was noticeable that when she reached the signature she too turned back +to the beginning, and then deliberately read it over again. The manager +rose, crossed to the mantelpiece, and rang for the head waiter. Having +relieved his feelings in this way, he seated himself again at his +writing-table, put on his glasses, and stared at his companion, while +waiting for her to speak. + +"It's very funny," she said. "Very funny indeed!" + +"It's the most extraordinary communication I have ever received," he +replied with conviction. "You see it is written from Cuyaba, Brazil. The +date is three months ago to a day. Now I have taken the trouble to find +out where and what Cuyaba is." + +He made this confession with an air of conscious pride, and having done +so, laid himself back in his chair, stuck his thumbs into the armholes +of his waistcoat, and looked at his fair subordinate for approval. Nor +was he destined to be disappointed. He was a bachelor in possession of a +snug income, and she, besides being pretty, was a lady with a keen eye +to the main chance. + +"And where *is* Cuyaba?" she asked humbly. + +"Cuyaba," he replied, rolling his tongue with considerable relish round +his unconscious mispronunciation of the name, "is a town almost on the +western or Bolivian border of Brazil. It is of moderate size, is +situated on the banks of the river Cuyaba, and is considerably connected +with the famous Brazilian Diamond Fields." + +"And does the writer of this letter live there?" + +"I cannot say. He writes from there--that is enough for us." + +"And he orders dinner for four--here, in a private room overlooking the +river, three months ahead--punctually at eight o'clock, gives you a list +of the things he wants, and even arranges the decoration of the table. +Says he has never seen either of his three friends before; that one of +them hails from (here she consulted the letter again) Hang-chow, another +from Bloemfontein, while the third resides, at present, in England. Each +one is to present an ordinary visiting card with a red dot on it to the +porter in the hall, and to be shown to the room at once. I don't +understand it at all." + +The manager paused for a moment, and then said deliberately,--"Hang-chow +is in China, Bloemfontein is in South Africa." + +"What a wonderful man you are, to be sure, Mr. McPherson! I never can +*think* how you manage to carry so much in your head." + +There spoke the true woman. And it was a move in the right direction, +for the manager was susceptible to her gentle influence, as she had +occasion to know. + +At this juncture the head waiter appeared upon the scene, and took up a +position just inside the doorway, as if he were afraid of injuring the +carpet by coming farther. + +"Is No. 22 ready, Williams?" + +"Quite ready, sir. The wine is on the ice, and cook tells me he'll be +ready to dish punctual to the moment." + +"The letter says, 'no electric light; candles with red shades.' Have you +put on those shades I got this morning?" + +"Just seen it done this very minute, sir." + +"And let me see, there was one other thing." He took the letter from the +chief bookkeeper's hand and glanced at it. "Ah, yes, a porcelain saucer, +and a small jug of new milk upon the mantelpiece. An extraordinary +request, but has it been attended to?" + +"I put it there myself, sir." + +"Who wait?" + +"Jones, Edmunds, Brooks, and Tomkins." + +"Very good. Then I think that will do. Stay! You had better tell the +hall porter to look out for three gentlemen presenting plain visiting +cards with a little red spot on them. Let Brooks wait in the hall, and +when they arrive tell him to show them straight up to the room." + +"It shall be done, sir." + +The head waiter left the room, and the manager stretched himself in his +chair, yawned by way of showing his importance, and then said +solemnly,-- + +"I don't believe they'll any of them turn up; but if they do, this Dr. +Nikola, whoever he may be, won't be able to find fault with my +arrangements." + +Then, leaving the dusty high road of Business, he and his companion +wandered in the shady bridle-paths of Love--to the end that when the +chief bookkeeper returned to her own department she had forgotten the +strange dinner party about to take place upstairs, and was busily +engaged upon a calculation as to how she would look in white satin and +orange blossoms, and, that settled, fell to wondering whether it was +true, as Miss Joyce, a subordinate, had been heard to declare, that the +manager had once shown himself partial to a certain widow with reputed +savings and a share in an extensive egg and dairy business. + +At ten minutes to eight precisely a hansom drew up at the steps of the +hotel. As soon as it stopped, an undersized gentleman, with a clean +shaven countenance, a canonical corporation, and bow legs, dressed in a +decidedly clerical garb, alighted. He paid and discharged his cabman, +and then took from his ticket pocket an ordinary white visiting card, +which he presented to the gold-laced individual who had opened the +apron. The latter, having noted the red spot, called a waiter, and the +reverend gentleman was immediately escorted upstairs. + +Hardly had the attendant time to return to his station in the hall, +before a second cab made its appearance, closely followed by a third. +Out of the second jumped a tall, active, well-built man of about thirty +years of age. He was dressed in evening dress of the latest fashion, and +to conceal it from the vulgar gaze, wore a large Inverness cape of heavy +texture. He also in his turn handed a white card to the porter, and, +having done so, proceeded into the hall, followed by the occupant of the +last cab, who had closely copied his example. This individual was also +in evening dress, but it was of a different stamp. It was old-fashioned +and had seen much use. The wearer, too, was taller than the ordinary run +of men, while it was noticeable that his hair was snow-white, and that +his face was deeply pitted with smallpox. After disposing of their hats +and coats in an ante-room, they reached room No. 22, where they found +the gentleman in clerical costume pacing impatiently up and down. + +Left alone, the tallest of the trio, who for want of a better title we +may call the Best Dressed Man, took out his watch, and having glanced at +it, looked at his companions. "Gentlemen," he said, with a slight +American accent, "it is three minutes to eight o'clock. My name is +Eastover!" + +"I'm glad to hear it, for I'm most uncommonly hungry," said the next +tallest, whom I have already described as being so marked by disease. +"My name is Prendergast!" + +"We only wait for our friend and host," remarked the clerical gentleman, +as if he felt he ought to take a share in the conversation, and then, as +an afterthought, he continued, "My name is Baxter!" + +They shook hands all round with marked cordiality, seated themselves +again, and took it in turns to examine the clock. + +"Have you ever had the pleasure of meeting our host before?" asked Mr. +Baxter of Mr. Prendergast. + +"Never," replied that gentleman, with a shake of his head. "Perhaps Mr. +Eastover has been more fortunate?" + +"Not I," was the brief rejoinder. "I've had to do with him off and on +for longer than I care to reckon, but I've never set eyes on him up to +date." + +"And where may he have been the first time you heard from him?" + +"In Nashville, Tennessee," said Eastover. "After that, Tahupapa, New +Zealand; after that, Papeete, in the Society Islands; then Pekin, China. +And you?" + +"First time, Brussels; second, Monte Video; third, Mandalay, and then +the Gold Coast, Africa. It's your turn, Mr. Baxter." + +The clergyman glanced at the timepiece. It was exactly eight o'clock. +"First time, Cabul, Afghanistan; second, Nijni Novgorod, Russia; third, +Wilcannia, Darling River, Australia; fourth, Valparaiso, Chili; fifth, +Nagasaki, Japan." + +"He is evidently a great traveller and a most mysterious person." + +"He is more than that," said Eastover with conviction; "he is late for +dinner!" + +Prendergast looked at his watch. + +"That clock is two minutes fast. Hark, there goes Big Ben! Eight +exactly." + +As he spoke the door was thrown open and a voice announced "Dr. Nikola." + +The three men sprang to their feet simultaneously, with exclamations of +astonishment, as the man they had been discussing made his appearance. + +It would take more time than I can spare the subject to give you an +adequate and inclusive description of the person who entered the room at +that moment. In stature he was slightly above the ordinary, his +shoulders were broad, his limbs perfectly shaped and plainly muscular, +but very slim. His head, which was magnificently set upon his shoulders, +was adorned with a profusion of glossy black hair; his face was +destitute of beard or moustache, and was of oval shape and handsome +moulding; while his skin was of a dark olive hue, a colour which +harmonized well with his piercing black eyes and pearly teeth. His hands +and feet were small, and the greatest dandy must have admitted that he +was irreproachably dressed, with a neatness that bordered on the +puritanical. In age he might have been anything from eight-and-twenty to +forty; in reality he was thirty-three. He advanced into the room and +walked with out-stretched hand directly across to where Eastover was +standing by the fireplace. + +"Mr. Eastover, I feel certain," he said, fixing his glittering eyes upon +the man he addressed, and allowing a curious smile to play upon his +face. + +"That is my name, Dr. Nikola," the other answered with evident surprise. +"But how on earth can you distinguish me from your other guests?" + +"Ah! it would surprise you if you knew. And Mr. Prendergast, and Mr. +Baxter. This is delightful; I hope I am not late. We had a collision in +the Channel this morning, and I was almost afraid I might not be up to +time. Dinner seems ready; shall we sit down to it?" They seated +themselves, and the meal commenced. The Imperial Restaurant has earned +an enviable reputation for doing things well, and the dinner that night +did not in any way detract from its lustre. But, delightful as it all +was, it was noticeable that the three guests paid more attention to +their host than to his excellent *menu*. As they had said before his +arrival, they had all had dealings with him for several years, but what +those dealings were they were careful not to describe. It was more than +possible that they hardly liked to remember them themselves. + +When coffee had been served and the servants had withdrawn, Dr. Nikola +rose from the table, and went across to the massive sideboard. On it +stood a basket of very curious shape and workmanship. This he opened, +and as he did so, to the astonishment of his guests, an enormous cat, as +black as his master's coat, leaped out on to the floor. The reason for +the saucer and jug of milk became evident. + +Seating himself at the table again, the host followed the example of his +guests and lit a cigar, blowing a cloud of smoke luxuriously through his +delicately chiselled nostrils. His eyes wandered round the cornice of +the room, took in the pictures and decorations, and then came down to +meet the faces of his companions. As they did so, the black cat, having +finished its meal, sprang on to his shoulder to crouch there, watching +the three men through the curling smoke drift with its green blinking, +fiendish eyes. Dr. Nikola smiled as he noticed the effect the animal had +upon his guests. + +"Now shall we get to business?" he said briskly. + +The others almost simultaneously knocked the ashes off their cigars and +brought themselves to attention. Dr. Nikola's dainty, languid manner +seemed to drop from him like a cloak, his eyes brightened, and his +voice, when he spoke, was clean cut as chiselled silver. + +"You are doubtless anxious to be informed why I summoned you from all +parts of the globe to meet me here to-night? And it is very natural you +should be. But then, from what you know of me, you should not be +surprised at anything I do." + +His voice dropped back into its old tone of gentle languor. He drew in a +great breath of smoke and then sent it slowly out from his lips again. +His eyes were half closed, and he drummed with one finger on the table +edge. The cat looked through the smoke at the three men, and it seemed +to them that he grew every moment larger and more ferocious. Presently +his owner took him from his perch, and seating him on his knee fell to +stroking his fur, from head to tail, with his long slim fingers. It was +as if he were drawing inspiration for some deadly mischief from the +uncanny beast. + +"To preface what I have to say to you, let me tell you that this is by +far the most important business for which I have ever required your +help. (Three slow strokes down the centre of the back, and one round +each ear.) When it first came into my mind I was at a loss who to trust +in the matter. I thought of Vendon, but I found Vendon was dead. I +thought of Brownlow, but Brownlow was no longer faithful. (Two strokes +down the back and two on the throat.) Then bit by bit I remembered you. +I was in Brazil at the time. So I sent for you. You came. So far so +good." + +He rose, and crossed over to the fireplace. As he went the cat crawled +back to its original position on his shoulder. Then his voice changed +once more to its former business-like tone. + +"I am not going to tell you very much about it. But from what I do tell +you, you will be able to gather a great deal and imagine the rest. To +begin with, there is a man living in this world to-day who has done me a +great and lasting injury. What that injury is is no concern of yours. +You would not understand if I told you. So we'll leave that out of the +question. He is immensely rich. His cheque for £300,000 would be +honoured by his bank at any minute. Obviously he is a power. He has had +reason to know that I am pitting my wits against his, and he flatters +himself that so far he has got the better of me. That is because I am +drawing him on. I am maturing a plan which will make him a poor and a +very miserable man at one and the same time. If that scheme succeeds, +and I am satisfied with the way you three men have performed the parts I +shall call on you to play in it, I shall pay to each of you the sum of +£10,000. If it doesn't succeed, then you will each receive a thousand +and your expenses. Do you follow me?" + +It was evident from their faces that they hung upon his every word. + +"But, remember, I demand from you your whole and entire labour. While +you are serving me you are mine body and soul. I know you are +trustworthy. I have had good proof that you are--pardon the +expression--unscrupulous, and I flatter myself you are silent. What is +more, I shall tell you nothing beyond what is necessary for the carrying +out of my scheme, so that you could not betray me if you would. Now for +my plans!" + +He sat down again and took a paper from his pocket. Having perused it, +he turned to Eastover. + +"You will leave at once--that is to say, by the boat on Wednesday--for +Sydney. You will book your passage to-morrow morning, first thing, and +join her in Plymouth. You will meet me to-morrow evening at an address I +will send you, and receive your final instructions. Good-night." + +Seeing that he was expected to go, Eastover rose, shook hands, and left +the room without a word. He was too astonished to hesitate or to say +anything. + +Nikola took another letter from his pocket and turned to Prendergast. +"*You* will go down to Dover to-night, cross to Paris to-morrow morning, +and leave this letter personally at the address you will find written on +it. On Thursday, at half-past two precisely, you will deliver me an +answer in the porch at Charing Cross. You will find sufficient money in +that envelope to pay all your expenses. Now go!" + +"At half-past two you shall have your answer. Good-night." + +"Good-night." + +When Prendergast had left the room, Dr. Nikola lit another cigar and +turned his attentions to Mr. Baxter. + +"Six months ago, Mr. Baxter, I found for you a situation as tutor to the +young Marquis of Beckenham. You still hold it, I suppose?" + +"I do." + +"Is the father well disposed towards you?" + +"In every way. I have done my best to ingratiate myself with him. That +was one of your instructions." + +"Yes, yes! But I was not certain that you would succeed. If the old man +is anything like what he was when I last met him he must still be a +difficult person to deal with. Does the boy like you?" + +"I hope so." + +"Have you brought me his photograph as I directed?" + +"I have. Here it is." + +Baxter took a photograph from his pocket and handed it across the table. + +"Good. You have done very well, Mr. Baxter. I am pleased with you. +To-morrow morning you will go back to Yorkshire----" + +"I beg your pardon, Bournemouth. His Grace owns a house near +Bournemouth, which he occupies during the summer months." + +"Very well--then to-morrow morning you will go back to Bournemouth and +continue to ingratiate yourself with father and son. You will also begin +to implant in the boy's mind a desire for travel. Don't let him become +aware that his desire has its source in you--but do not fail to foster +it all you can. I will communicate with you further in a day or two. Now +go." + +Baxter in his turn left the room. The door closed. Dr. Nikola picked up +the photograph and studied it. + +"The likeness is unmistakable--or it ought to be. My friend, my very +dear friend, Wetherell, my toils are closing on you. My arrangements are +perfecting themselves admirably. Presently, when all is complete, I +shall press the lever, the machinery will be set in motion, and you will +find yourself being slowly but surely ground into powder. Then you will +hand over what I want, and be sorry you thought fit to baulk Dr. +Nikola!" + +He rang the bell and ordered his bill. This duty discharged, he placed +the cat back in its prison, shut the lid, descended with the basket to +the hall, and called a hansom. The porter inquired to what address he +should order the cabman to drive. Dr. Nikola did not reply for a moment, +then he said, as if he had been thinking something out: "The *Green +Sailor* public-house, East India Dock Road." + + +------------------------ + +You can read the rest of "A Bid For Fortune; Or, Dr. Nikola's Vendetta" at `Open Library <https://archive.org/stream/bidforfortunenov00bootiala#page/12/mode/2up>`__ diff --git a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/extending.rst b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/extending.rst new file mode 120000 index 0000000..aab25e2 --- /dev/null +++ b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/extending.rst @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +../../../../docs/extending.rst
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\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickref.rst b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickref.rst index 7cc91bd..152fbd0 100644 --- a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickref.rst +++ b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickref.rst @@ -8,7 +8,7 @@ .. raw:: html - <div class="alert alert-info pull-right" style="margin-left: 2em;"> + <div class="alert alert-primary float-md-right" style="margin-left: 2em;"> <h2><a name="contents">Contents</a></h2> <ul> @@ -1214,11 +1214,11 @@ <td> <samp>Titles are targets, too</samp> <br><samp>=======================</samp> - <br><samp>Implict references, like `Titles are</samp> + <br><samp>Implicit references, like `Titles are</samp> <br><samp>targets, too`_.</samp> <td> <font size="+2"><strong><a name="title">Titles are targets, too</a></strong></font> - <p>Implict references, like <a href="#title">Titles are + <p>Implicit references, like <a href="#title">Titles are targets, too</a>. </table> diff --git a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickstart.rst b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickstart.rst index 5937e56..28a452d 100644 --- a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickstart.rst +++ b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/quickstart.rst @@ -1,12 +1,9 @@ .. title: A reStructuredText Primer .. slug: quickstart .. date: 2012-03-30 23:00:00 UTC-03:00 -.. tags: -.. link: -.. description: - -A ReStructuredText Primer -========================= +.. tags: +.. link: +.. description: :Author: Richard Jones :Version: $Revision: 5801 $ @@ -23,7 +20,7 @@ reference. If these links don't work, please refer to the `master quick reference`_ document. __ -.. _Quick reStructuredText: quickref.html +.. _Quick reStructuredText: ../quickref/ .. _master quick reference: http://docutils.sourceforge.net/docs/user/rst/quickref.html @@ -65,7 +62,7 @@ Results in: This is another one. -__ quickref.html#paragraphs +__ ../quickref/#paragraphs Text styles @@ -73,7 +70,7 @@ Text styles (quickref__) -__ quickref.html#inline-markup +__ ../quickref/#inline-markup Inside paragraphs and other bodies of text, you may additionally mark text for *italics* with "``*italics*``" or **bold** with @@ -95,7 +92,7 @@ by enclosing it in double back-quotes (inline literals), like this:: ``*`` -__ quickref.html#escaping +__ ../quickref/#escaping .. Tip:: Think of inline markup as a form of (parentheses) and use it the same way: immediately before and after the text being marked @@ -119,7 +116,7 @@ Lists must always start a new paragraph -- that is, they must appear after a blank line. **enumerated** lists (numbers, letters or roman numerals; quickref__) - __ quickref.html#enumerated-lists + __ ../quickref/#enumerated-lists Start a line off with a number or letter followed by a period ".", right bracket ")" or surrounded by brackets "( )" -- whatever you're @@ -170,7 +167,7 @@ after a blank line. 1) and again **bulleted** lists (quickref__) - __ quickref.html#bullet-lists + __ ../quickref/#bullet-lists Just like enumerated lists, start the line off with a bullet point character - either "-", "+" or "*":: @@ -194,7 +191,7 @@ after a blank line. - another item **definition** lists (quickref__) - __ quickref.html#definition-lists + __ ../quickref/#definition-lists Unlike the other two, the definition lists consist of a term, and the definition of that term. The format of a definition list is:: @@ -222,7 +219,7 @@ Preformatting (code samples) ---------------------------- (quickref__) -__ quickref.html#literal-blocks +__ ../quickref/#literal-blocks To just include a chunk of preformatted, never-to-be-fiddled-with text, finish the prior paragraph with "``::``". The preformatted @@ -270,7 +267,7 @@ Sections (quickref__) -__ quickref.html#section-structure +__ ../quickref/#section-structure To break longer text up into sections, you use **section headers**. These are a single line of text (one or more words) with adornment: an @@ -364,9 +361,9 @@ Images (quickref__) -__ quickref.html#directives +__ ../quickref/#directives -To include an image in your document, you use the the ``image`` directive__. +To include an image in your document, you use the ``image`` directive__. For example:: .. image:: /images/nikola.png diff --git a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/slides-demo.rst b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/slides-demo.rst deleted file mode 100644 index 0d07bbc..0000000 --- a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/slides-demo.rst +++ /dev/null @@ -1,17 +0,0 @@ -.. title: Slides Demo -.. slug: slides-demo -.. date: 2012-12-27 10:16:20 UTC-03:00 -.. tags: -.. link: -.. description: - -Nikola intends to let you do slideshows easily: - -.. slides:: - - /galleries/demo/tesla_conducts_lg.jpg - /galleries/demo/tesla_lightning2_lg.jpg - /galleries/demo/tesla4_lg.jpg - /galleries/demo/tesla_lightning1_lg.jpg - /galleries/demo/tesla_tower1_lg.jpg - diff --git a/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/social_buttons.rst b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/social_buttons.rst new file mode 120000 index 0000000..df8d07c --- /dev/null +++ b/nikola/data/samplesite/pages/social_buttons.rst @@ -0,0 +1 @@ +../../../../docs/social_buttons.rst
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\ No newline at end of file diff --git a/nikola/data/samplesite/posts/1.rst b/nikola/data/samplesite/posts/1.rst index 386251b..628dfd7 100644 --- a/nikola/data/samplesite/posts/1.rst +++ b/nikola/data/samplesite/posts/1.rst @@ -21,7 +21,6 @@ Next steps: * `Visit the Nikola website to learn more <https://getnikola.com>`__ * `See a demo photo gallery <link://gallery/demo>`__ * :doc:`See a demo listing <listings-demo>` -* :doc:`See a demo slideshow <slides-demo>` * :doc:`See a demo of a longer text <dr-nikolas-vendetta>` Send feedback to info@getnikola.com! |