‘The greatest stickler for uprightness’
Yes; I liked Harris,1 though he once did victimise me in a small way. He had a powerful new car; wouldn’t it be good fun to run down, both of us, to see his friend Joseph Conrad at Orlestone in Kent?2 That was in 1914 or 1915.3 I thought it strange that Frankie, with his reputation of a perfect immoralist, should be on terms of intimacy with Conrad who was the greatest stickler for uprightness I have ever known; little I dreamed that he was simply using me to get another sight (with a view to future ‘copy’) of Conrad whom, as I afterwards heard, he had met just once before, when he ran down to Kent with Austin Harrison on some other pretext. On the way there he told me of his past life in Japan, as a rivetter on Brooklyn bridge, as a cowboy, and I cannot remember what else. The moment we set foot in the house I saw that something was wrong.