Captain Sparkle, Pirate
OR
A HARD MAN TO CATCH
By
NICHOLAS CARTER
Author of “The Boulevard Mutes,” “A Hunter of Men,”
“In Search of Himself,” etc.
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Captain Sparkle, Pirate
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CAPTAIN SPARKLE, PIRATE.
CHAPTER I.
CAPTAIN SPARKLE, THE PIRATE CHIEF.
“Mr. Maxwell Kane!”
The announcement was made by Nick Carter’s valet, Joseph, who threw open
the door of his master’s study with a gesture as nearly approaching a
flourish as any in which he ever permitted himself to indulge. Joseph had
a wholesome respect for millionaires, and many a one of them came at one
time and another to the detective for consultation; but it was rarely
that Joseph admitted such a one as Maxwell Kane.
It was a name which was an open sesame at all doors, however exclusive;
it was the name of a man who counted his millions by hundreds—of a man
who, notwithstanding his great wealth, still found time to be a good
fellow; of an athlete, a sportsman—in short, and in a word, a gentleman.
It was also the name of a man whom Nick Carter counted among his personal
and intimate friends; but Joseph was not aware of that fact when he threw
open the door and announced the caller. He had taken the card to his
master a moment before, in his study, and had been directed to “show
the gentleman here, Joseph”; and Joseph knew that only persons who were
privileged, indeed, were ever permitted to penetrate to Nick Carter’s
study.
Nick wore his house-coat, a short smoking-jacket, and had been engaged in
consuming his after-breakfast cigar while he read the papers, when the
caller was announced.
“Hello, Nick!” was the greeting he received from Kane. “I got up before
breakfast this morning; as you will observe. What time is it, anyhow?” he
added, as he dropped into a chair which the detective indicated to him,
and pulled out his watch. “Not yet eight o’clock, eh? Have you had your
breakfast?”
“An hour ago,” replied the detective.
“Have you got anything doing to-day?”
“No; I was just congratulating myself that I had not. All my assistants
are out, however, so I can hardly call myself care free. I never am, you
know.”
“Yes, I know. Say, old chap, the _Goalong_”—he referred to his palatial
steam-yacht—“is lying at the dock, over at the foot of West Twenty-third
Street, waiting for us, and I want you to go aboard with me. Will you?”
“I’d like to do so, Kane,” replied the detective; “but there are several
things here to which I ought to give my attention to-day, now that I have
a few moments at my disposal in which to do so. You see——”
“Hold on, Nick. I haven’t finished yet.”
“Well, go ahead, then.”
“This is a business proposition I’m making. I was boarded by pirates last
night, and I want you to see if you can’t catch them.”
“Boarded by—what?”
“Pirates—p-i-r-a-t-e-s—pirates. The real thing, too. Honest Injun, Nick!
Did you ever read Cooper’s ‘Red Rover’? Well, I could take my oath that
he has risen from the bottom of the sea and resumed business at the old
stand. I hope to goodness he won’t hear me; he might think I am joking,
and I was never more in dead earnest in my life.”
“Do you mean that the _Goalong_ was boarded by pirates—really?”
“Do I mean it! Huh! Can’t you see that I’ve lost flesh? It takes a
pretty good-sized man, with a mighty big proposition on his side of the
question, to scare me, Nick, as you are aware; but that pirate chap did
the act, without a hitch. I haven’t got over it yet.”
“You aren’t trying one of your jokes on me, are you, Kane?”
“No—on my honor, no!”
“Tell me all about it.”
“Not here, old man. Come aboard the yacht. I’d rather tell you there.
You see, that is what I have come here for. When this thing happened, I
said to my wife and her sister—they are aboard the _Goalong_ with me, you
know—I told them that there was only one thing for us to do, and that was
to hurry to the city and find you; and so, if you don’t mind—and you
have just admitted that you can spare the time—I’ll take you aboard with
me now, and you can hear the story there, all at once. I won’t affront
you by offering you anything for your services; but, all the same, if it
were a question of bidding against another client in order to secure you
to-day, I’d outbid Standard Oil. Can I put it any stronger than that,
Nick?”
“Not very well.”
“And you’ll come, eh—for friendship’s sake?”
“Yes; I’ll be with you in a moment. Wait here.”
The detective left the room, but presently he returned, ready for the
street, and, without more delay, the two friends left the house together.
“I came across in a car,” said Kane. “You don’t mind, do you?”
They boarded a west-bound Twenty-third Street car, and in a very short
time were aboard the sumptuous yacht, which had been waiting to receive
them.
As soon as their feet were pressed upon the deck, the plank was drawn in,
and the lines cast off, and they had not advanced to the awning under
which Kane’s wife and two guests were seated while awaiting them, before
the yacht was backing out into the river.
“I found him, as you see,” said Kane, advancing rapidly. “Caught him
alone, too, and with nothing to do. Think of that! Carter, have you ever
met my wife’s sister? Here she is. Miss Bessie Harlan. If I hadn’t asked
my wife to marry me before I met her sister, it would have been a toss-up
between them. Now, I couldn’t pay Bessie a greater compliment than
that could I? And this is Count Jean de Cadillac. I made the count’s
acquaintance in Paris last winter. We were quite chummy there, and when
he showed up over here, a couple of weeks ago——”
“We became even chummier,” interrupted the count, with a smile, speaking
in perfect English, and smiling so that he showed his perfect, white
teeth.
He was a handsome man, too, this Count Cadillac, with his shining, black
eyes, blacker mustache and imperial, gleaming teeth, and clear, white
skin. And his manners were faultless, his dress perfect without being
foppish.
Nick greeted Mrs. Kane, and acknowledged the introductions while the
yacht was backing into the river; and then, turning to Kane, while he
accepted one of the deck-chairs, he remarked:
“Now, Max, give us the pirate story.”
“You will understand, before I finish,” said Kane, “why I insisted upon
your coming here before I told it. I wanted witnesses to support my
statements, for I have an idea that you wouldn’t believe my unsupported
word about this affair.”
“Oh, yes——”
“Wait. You haven’t heard the story yet. It’s really the most incredible
thing you ever heard of, from beginning to end. I’ll give you my word
that I wouldn’t believe a word of it if I hadn’t seen it with my own
eyes.”
“It begins promisingly,” said Nick.
“You wait. We left Newport yesterday, about noon, I think; between
noon and one o’clock. We loafed along, for nobody was in a hurry, and
last night, late in the evening, we ran in at the American Yacht Club
anchorage—you know where that is, eh?”
“Yes.”
“We ran in there, and anchored for the night.”
“We were intending to go ashore to call upon some friends who live near
there,” said Mrs. Kane; “but we found that it was too late when we
arrived, so we gave it up.”
“It was a beautiful night,” continued Kane, “warm, and as nearly perfect
as it could be made; and we sat out here on the deck until almost one
o’clock before anybody thought of turning in. You see, Carter, it
happened that we were alone at the anchorage. I don’t suppose that thing
would happen once again in a dozen summers, but it happened last night,
all right.”
“I liked it,” said Bessie Harlan. “It was a change.”
“Well,” continued Kane, “the Sound was as smooth as glass. There wasn’t a
ripple anywhere, and——”
“And the moon was just heavenly!” interrupted Bessie, again; but Kane did
not even turn his eyes in her direction.
“I came back on deck after the others turned in,” he continued. “I wasn’t
sleepy, the night was beautiful, and I wanted to smoke another cigar, all
by my little lonesome. So I sat here—right where I am seated now—lighted
my cigar, and smoked.
“I am going to take you right back to that anchorage, Carter, so that
you can see things just as they are, so far as the surroundings are
concerned. We are headed for there now.”
“That is a good idea,” said Nick.
“Well, my cigar was something more than half-smoked, and, as I am a slow
smoker, it must have been something like half an hour after I was alone
before anything happened; and then it all happened so suddenly that it
was on me before I knew it.”
“What was?” asked the detective.
“The pirate. Wait.”
“I’m waiting.”
“The fellow made his approach from behind, which would account for my
not seeing him or his craft until he was right there, on the deck, so to
speak, but I don’t think that would account for my not hearing him, do
you?”
“You might have been dozing in your chair,” suggested Nick.
“Bosh! I was never wider awake in my life!”
“You were, doubtless, so absorbed in what you were thinking about that
you paid no attention to your surroundings.”
“That’s all bosh, too. I was just as alert as I ever am. As I always am;
and I’m not generally known as a sleeper, or a dreamer, either.”
“That’s quite true, Kane.”
“I was just as wide-awake as I am now. I was just as much on the alert as
I am now. The night was so still, and the yacht and everything aboard of
her was so silent, that I could have heard a tack drop, the whole length
of the _Goalong_. But the fact remains, all the same, that I did not hear
a sound.
“I was seated right here, in this position and in this same chair,
looking off, as you observe, almost astern. The bow of the yacht was
pointed toward the open Sound, for the tide was coming in.
“My cigar was on the last quarter—I told you that once already; but
never mind—and I had about made up my mind to light a fresh one, when I
discovered that I hadn’t another one in my pocket, and would have to go
below to get it. That settled it. If I had felt any doubt about smoking
another cigar, the discovery of the fact that I had not another one in my
possession made me want nothing on earth so much as that cigar. So I rose
to go below.
“You will observe, from my present position, that I was obliged to turn
in order to do so.
“The companionway is behind me.”
“I got up, stretched myself, chucked my two-thirds-smoked cigar into the
water, and turned——”
He paused, as if to give emphasis to the concluding statement; and, after
a moment of silence, the detective said:
“Well, what then?”
“The pirate stood directly in front of me.”
“On the deck of your own yacht—of this yacht?”
“Exactly. Right there—on that spot,” and Kane pointed with his finger
toward a point on the deck directly in front of him, for he had risen
while he was speaking, in order to act out this dramatic incident of his
story.
“Was he alone?” asked Nick.
“No; there were six others directly behind him.”
“Six others!” exclaimed the detective. “Do you mean to tell me that seven
men had succeeded in coming aboard your yacht, in the bright moonlight,
when the Sound was as smooth as glass and the night was as still as a
church, without rousing you, although you sat there on the deck smoking?”
“That is exactly what they did do.”
“How did they get aboard?”
“To answer that question now is to get ahead of my story,” said Kane.
“I would rather tell you about it just as it happened, incident for
incident.”
“All right. Go ahead.”
“You could have knocked me out with a crow’s feather when I discovered
them,” continued Kane. “I hadn’t a leg left to stand on, Carter. I opened
my mouth to speak—I haven’t the least idea what I intended to say,
though—when the chief pirate raised one hand and touched his fingers to
his lips.”
“Which you construed as a command for you to remain silent?”
“I think that gesture is so construed all over the world, isn’t it?”
“Quite so. Well, what next?”
“You see, Carter, I knew by their appearance that they were robbers. It
did strike me for an instant that the whole thing was some huge joke
which somebody had put up on me, but I was quickly undeceived on that
point.”
“What was their appearance?”
“Here is where I am going to test your credulity, old man. But my wife
and my friends can testify that I tell you the truth.”
“So they saw the pirates, also?”
“Yes, as you shall hear.”
“Well, about their appearance, or how they appeared, eh? That part of the
comedy seemed to impress you.”
“It did. And it was no comedy, either, I’ll beg you to understand!
Carter, the pirate chief was dressed in red, from head to feet, and he
looked as if he might have stepped down out of a Shakespeare tragedy, as
far as the cut of his costume was concerned. I think if you were to dress
_Romeo_ in red, you would about get the proper idea. Eh, count? What do
you say?”
“I think you have given a very good description,” replied the count.
“And the other six?” asked Nick. “Were they dressed the same?”
“No, indeed! They were only common truck alongside of their master,
I suppose. At all events, they appeared in ordinary black. Every man
jack of them wore a half-mask over his features. The chief’s mask was
red, like his costume; those of the men were black, the same as their
costumes. They also wore rather tight-fitting caps on their heads, but
the chief wore a regular Romeo hat, with an eagle’s feather stuck in it.”
“H’m!” said Nick. “It makes quite a picture.”
“You’d have thought so if you had been in my place, Carter! I didn’t know
whether I was scared, amused, angry, or bored; and I didn’t have time to
analyze my sentiments, either, for when the chief touched his lips with
his fingers, to signal me that he preferred that I should keep quiet, he
remarked, quite calmly and in a perfectly natural tone:
“‘I don’t suppose you wish needlessly to frighten the ladies, do you?’
“‘Well, no,’ I replied, ‘I can’t say that I do. They have retired,
however, and we need not disturb them.’
“‘On the contrary, my friend,’ he said, ‘it will be necessary that they
are disturbed. But I am fond of the ladies. I do not like to frighten
them—needlessly. Then, again, sometimes they faint away, or scream, and
that offends me.’
“‘Indeed?’ I said. ‘Have I by mistake been smoking on the deck of your
yacht, instead of my own?’ I intended that for sarcasm, Nick, but it fell
flat. He didn’t see the point at all, for he replied, calmly, that I
would find things much more to my taste for a few moments if I would take
that view of it. ‘You may consider the _Goalong_ as my property for the
next half-hour,’ he said.”
“Were they armed?” asked Nick.
“The pirate said they were, and I have no doubt that they were, although
I saw no sign of weapons of any kind, save that the chief wore a short,
straight sword at his side, and while he talked to me he let his hand
rest upon it, as if to call my attention to the fact.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, when he said that I could look upon my yacht as his property for
the next half-hour or so, I didn’t seem to have any fitting argument with
which to reply to him, so I remained silent. His next question was rather
more to the point.”
“What was it?”
“He asked me, plainly, how much money I happened to have aboard the
yacht; and he added: ‘If you tell the truth about it, it will save both
of us considerable trouble.’
“‘Oh, I suppose there are a couple of thousand dollars here, all told,’ I
answered him.
“‘Very good,’ he said. ‘There is also some thousands of dollars’ worth of
silverware, and goldware, isn’t there?’
“‘Yes,’ I admitted.
“‘And some very valuable cups, which you have won as trophies, from time
to time, eh?’
“‘Why, yes, of course. But you wouldn’t be so low down as to take them,
would you?’ I demanded.
“He laughed at that, as if he considered it a good joke; and he replied
that he thought that part of the matter might be arranged satisfactorily.
I didn’t see it, but I supposed he did, and the sequel proved that he
did, too.”
“I am waiting for the sequel. What happened next?”
“He said to me: ‘Mr. Kane, you will oblige me by considering that, for
the moment, I am master of this yacht, and you will, therefore, obey such
orders as I give you. You need not look forward in the hope that any of
your crew is astir, for they are all asleep below, save one, who was on
watch, and he is now lying, bound and gagged, in the bow.’
“‘All right,’ I said. ‘What are your orders, Mr. Rover? You seem to have
the drop on me, and I’ll take my medicine with a smile. Speak up. Don’t
be bashful.’
“‘I have already informed you,’ he replied, without taking any notice of
my facetiousness, ‘that it would be a pity to frighten the ladies. It is,
however, necessary that they should be called to the deck, as I care as
little to affront them as I do to frighten them.’
“‘Why not leave them where they are, then?’ I asked.
“‘Because it is necessary to make a somewhat thorough search of their
sleeping quarters. I have come here to obtain their valuables, as well as
your own,’ he continued, ‘and it would be decidedly ungentlemanly for me
to do so without first having them called away.’”
“That was real considerate of him, don’t you think so, Mr. Carter?” asked
Mrs. Kane.
“Why, yes. But how did he carry out the idea?”
“He merely ordered me to go below and call them. He directed me to tell
them that a party of gentlemen had called unexpectedly, and that I
insisted upon their coming on deck at once, in order that they might meet
with a great surprise, and that they were to promise me that they would
not be frightened, no matter what they saw.
“‘That,’ he assured me, ‘will arouse their curiosity, so that they will
not consider it a bore to dress themselves again, and do as you ask.’ You
see, he knows something about women, that chap.”
“Did he go below again?” asked the detective.
“Nay, nay—not on your life! The pirate stuck close beside me all the
while, and he held that naked, flat sword in his hand, too. I didn’t like
the looks of it a little bit.”
“So you called your wife and her sister, eh?”
“Yes; and the count.”
“Didn’t they protest?”
“Protest! I should say so! My wife flatly refused to come, at first;
and she wouldn’t have come, either, if I hadn’t told her that the whole
blooming push would come down there and pull her out, willy-nilly, if she
didn’t obey. Bessie didn’t raise a kick. She thought there was some fun
on hand, and she is always ripe for that sort of thing. The count swore
like a——”
“Now it is my turn to protest, Kane,” said the count.
“Well, I heard you, and it did me good, for I wanted to do a little
swearing myself. I have never felt quite so small in my life as I did
just then.
“Well, Nick, after I did the calling, we returned to the deck. The
pirate’s followers had not moved from their position in line, and they
didn’t until the chief waved his hand, and then they fell apart into
groups, for all the world as if they were a lot of guests whom I had
invited to the yacht. But he didn’t join them—not he. Instead, he
dropped into that chair where the count is seated, and said coolly:
“‘Mr. Kane, I am Captain Sparkle. When your guests come on deck, I will
thank you to present me to them.’”