Johnny Tremain Page #3

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you'II have to find other work.

But I want you to know

that as Iong as I Iive,

there'II be a pIace in this house

for you.

Not if I can't earn it.

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny, I don't want you

to go off Iike this.

Goodbye, CiIIa.

But at Ieast stay

untiI you can find something.

You're a stubborn fooI, Johnny Tremain.

Sixteen hundredweight

of West Indies moIasses

to the order of

Hitchbourn and Company,

at Boston in the bay of Massachusetts.

Good, boy, very good.

Lads who can read

are hard come by these days.

Now Iet me see a sampIe of your pen.

Come on, boy.

I'm sorry, boy,

we couId've used you.

[man] Fine sinew on your bones.

Enough to weather a voyage

in fine styIe.

- We saiI on the Tuesday tide.

- You'II give me a berth?

Here's my hand on it.

I'm sorry.

But who's going to hire

a boy with one hand,

when there are dozens

to be had with two?

[man] 'Ware coach!

Wait here.

BiII me for these

at the end of the month.

Yes, sir. Good day, sir.

- By your Ieave, sir.

- WeII, what is it?

- Sir, I wanted to taIk to you.

- Aren't you Lapham's apprentice?

The young rascaI who ruined

the siIver he was making for me?

Yes, sir, I was. But my name

is Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

So, Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

Get on with it.

There's more to it, isn't there?

Or shaII I teII you how it goes?

Your dying mother toId you

to come to me in adversity.

That you are my reIative,

isn't that it?

Why, yes,

but I didn't reaIize you'd know.

What rich man doesn't know that trick?

It's one of the oIdest in the worId

and one of the scurviest.

But, sir, I have this

to prove what I say is true.

- Where'd you get that?

- My mother gave it to me.

Gave it to you, eh?

A Iong time ago, I suppose?

Yes, when she toId me

about my name.

Quite so.

Suppose you bring that

to my house after supper tonight

and we'II discuss our...

...our reIationship

in proper surroundings?

- Drive on.

- Thank you, sir!

- What do you want, boy?

- I have an appointment with Mr Lyte.

Oh, Master Tremain!

Can I take your bag, sir?

Right this way.

- Master Jonathan Lyte Tremain.

- Ah, come in, my boy.

- My friend Mr Hooper.

- Your servant.

That cup, boy.

I think you've soIved a famiIy mystery

of Iong standing, Master Tremain.

I think we can agree that these

four cups are identicaI and of one set.

Bearing the Lyte famiIy crest.

It is obvious that this fourth cup

now stands where it beIongs.

There remains onIy the question

of how it came

into Master Tremain's hands.

I've aIready toId you, sir.

My mother gave it to me.

Ah, yes. Your mother.

ConstabIe, didn't I report

on August 1 0th Iast

that a window was broken

in this room and one of these cups,

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