you say to a little drink?' ^ He clapped his hands for a boy and ordered two gin fizzes. As the boy brought them a man passed along the street outside and seeing me waved his hand.
'Do you know Turner?' said Burton as I nodded a greeting.
'I've met him at the club. I'm told he's a remittance man.'
'Yes, I believe he is. We have a good many here.'
'He plays bridge well.'
'They generally do. There was a fellow here last year, oddly enough a namesake of mine, who was the best bridge player I ever met. I suppose you never came across him in London. Lenny Burton he called himself. I believe he'd belonged to some very good clubs.'
'No, I don't believe I remember the name.'
'He was quite a remarkable player. He seemed to have an instinct about the cards. It was uncanny. I used to play with him a lot. He was in Kobe for some time.'
Burton sipped his gin fizz.
'It's rather a funny story,' he said. 'He wasn't a bad chap. I liked him. He was always well-dressed and smart-looking. He was handsome in a way with curly hair and pink-and-white cheeks. Women thought a lot of him. There was no harm in him, you know, he was only wild. Of course he drank too much. Those sort of fellows always do. A bit of money used to come in for him once a quarter and he made a bit more by card-playing. He won a good deal of mine, I know that.'
Burton gave a kindly chuckle. I knew from nvy own experience that he could lose money at bridge with a good grace. He stroked his shaven chin with his thin hand; the veins stood out on it and it was almost transparent.
'I suppose that is why he came to me when he went broke, that and the fact that he was a namesake of mine. He came to see me in my office one day and asked me for a job. I was rather surprised. He told me that there was no more money coming from home and he wanted to work. I asked him how old he was.
'"Thirty-five," he said.
'"And what have you been doing hitherto?" I asked him.
'"Well, nothing very much," he said.
'I couldn't help laughing.
'"I'm afraid I can't do anything for you just yet," I said. "Come back and see me in another thirty-five years, and I'll see what I can do."
'He didn't move. He went rather pale. He hesitated for a moment and then he told me that he had had bad luck at cards for some time. He hadn't been willing to stick to bridge, he'd been playing poker, and he'd got trimmed. He hadn't a penny. He'd pawned everything he had. He couldn't pay his hotel bill and they would't give him any more credit. He was down and out. If he couldn't get something to do he'd have to commit suicide.
'I looked at him for a bit. I could see now that he was all to pieces. He'd been drinking more than usual and he looked fifty. The girls wouldn't have thought so much of him if they'd seen him then.
'"Well, isn't there anything you can do except play cards?"I asked him.
"'I can swim," he said.
'"Swim!"
'I could hardly believe my ears; it seemed such an insane answer to give.
'"I swam for my university."
'I got some glimmering of what he was driving at. I've known too many men who were little tin gods at their university to be impressed by it.
"'I was a pretty good swimmer myself when I was a young man," I said.
'Suddenly I had an idea.'
Pausing in his story, Burton turned to me.
'Do you know Kobe?' he asked.
'No,' I said, 'I passed through it once, but I only spent a night there.'
'Then you don't know the Shioya Club. When I was a young man I swam from there round the beacon and landed at the creek of Tarumi. It's over three miles and it's rather difficult on account of the currents round the beacon. Well, I told my young namesake about it and I said to him that if he'd do it I'd give him a job.
'I could see he was rather taken aback.
'"You say you're a swimmer," I said.
'"I'm not in very good condition," he answered.
'I didn't say anything. I shrugged my shoulders. He looked at me for a moment and then he nodded.
'"All right," he said. "When do you want me to do it?"
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