CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CHAPTER XI
CHAPTER XII
CHAPTER XIII
CHAPTER XIV
CHAPTER XV
CHAPTER XVI
CHAPTER XVII
CHAPTER XVIII
CHAPTER XIX
CHAPTER XX
CHAPTER XXI
CHAPTER XXII
CHAPTER XXIII
CHAPTER XXIV
CHAPTER XXV
List of Illustrations
“His perturbation attracted the attention of his hostess.”
“A welcome subject of conversation in marine circles.”
“The suspense became painful.”
“Captain Hardy lit his pipe before replying.”
“Mr. Wilks watched it from the quay.”
“Master Hardy on the beach enacting the part of David.”
“Mr. Wilks replied that he was biding his time.”
“A particularly hard nut to crack.”
“A stool in the local bank.”
“A diversion was created by the entrance of a new arrival.”
“He stepped across the road to his emporium.”
“‘Most comfortable shoulder in Sunwich,’ she murmured.”
“The most astounding and gratifying instance of the wonders effected by
time was that of Miss Nugent.”
“Mr. Swann with growing astonishment slowly mastered the contents.”
“Fullalove alley.”
“She caught sight of Hardy.”
“Undiluted wisdom and advice flowed from his lips.”
“‘What do you want?’ inquired Miss Kybird.”
“He regarded the wife of his bosom with a calculating glance.”
“He even obtained work down at the harbor.”
“Miss Kybird standing in the doorway of the shop.”
“Me or ’im—which is it to be?”
“I wonder what the governor’ll say.”
“A spirit of quiet despair.”
“A return visit.”
“He set off towards the life and bustle of the two schooners.”
“For the second time he left the court without a stain on his
character.”
“The proprietor eyed him with furtive glee as he passed.”
“Miss Nugent’s consternation was difficult of concealment.”
“He found his remaining guest holding his aching head beneath the tap.”
“Mr. Nathan Smith.”
“It was not until he had consumed a pint or two of the strongest brew
that he began to regain some of his old self-esteem.”
“The man on the other side fell on all fours into the room.”
“He pushed open the small lattice window and peered out into the alley.”
“Tapping the steward on the chest with a confidential finger, he backed
him into a corner.”
“He finished up the evening at the chequers.”
“The meagre figure of Mrs. Silk.”
“In search of Mr. Smith.”
“I ’ave heard of ’em exploding.”
“He stepped to the side and looked over.”
“You keep on, Nugent, don’t you mind ’im.”
“Hadn’t you better see about making yourself presentable, Hardy?”
“It was not without a certain amount of satisfaction that he regarded
her discomfiture.”
“Mr. Hardy resigned himself to his fate.”
“The carefully groomed and fastidious Murchison.”
“‘Why do you wish to be on friendly terms?’ she asked.”
“He said that a bit o’ wedding-cake ’ad blowed in his eye.”
“Mr. Wilks drank to the health of both of them.”
“A popular hero.”
“He met these annoyances with a set face.”
“Can’t you let her see that her attentions are undesirable?”
“He took a glass from the counter and smashed it on the floor.”
“The great thing was to get Teddy Silk home.”
“Captain Nugent.”
“Sniffing at their contents.”
“‘Puppy!’ said the invalid.”
“Bella, in a state of fearsome glee, came down the garden to tell the
captain of his visitor.”
“‘Get out of my house,’ he roared.”
“I do hope he has not come to take you away from me.”
“Are you goin’ to send Cap’n Nugent an invite for the wedding?”
“Are there any other of my patients you are anxious to hear about?”
“He wondered, gloomily, what she would think when she heard of it.”
“‘Some people ’ave all the luck,’ he muttered.”
“If you’ve got anything to say, why don’t you say it like a man?”
“Mrs. Kybird suddenly seized him by the coat.”
“Mr. Kybird and his old friend parted.”
“He took up his candle and went off whistling.”
“He could just make out a dim figure behind the counter.”
“‘But suppose she asks me to?’ said the delighted Mr. Nugent, with much
gravity.”
“‘You’re a deceiver,’ she gasped.”
“‘It was teddy done it,’ said Mr. Kybird, humbly.”
“Pausing occasionally to answer anxious inquiries.”
“She placed her other arm in that of Hardy.”
CHAPTER I
The ancient port of Sunwich was basking in the sunshine of a July
afternoon. A rattle of cranes and winches sounded from the shipping in
the harbour, but the town itself was half asleep. Somnolent shopkeepers
in dim back parlours coyly veiled their faces in red handkerchiefs
from the too ardent flies, while small boys left in charge noticed
listlessly the slow passing of time as recorded by the church clock.
It is a fine church, and Sunwich is proud of it. The tall grey tower
is a landmark at sea, but from the narrow streets of the little town
itself it has a disquieting appearance of rising suddenly above the
roofs huddled beneath it for the purpose of displaying a black-faced
clock with gilt numerals whose mellow chimes have recorded the passing
hours for many generations of Sunwich men.
Regardless of the heat, which indeed was mild compared with that which
raged in his own bosom, Captain Nugent, fresh from the inquiry of the
collision of his ship _Conqueror_ with the German barque Hans Müller,
strode rapidly up the High Street in the direction of home. An honest
seafaring smell, compounded of tar, rope, and fish, known to the
educated of Sunwich as ozone, set his thoughts upon the sea. He longed
to be aboard ship again, with the Court of Inquiry to form part of his
crew. In all his fifty years of life he had never met such a collection
of fools. His hard blue eyes blazed as he thought of them, and the
mouth hidden by his well-kept beard was set with anger.
Mr. Samson Wilks, his steward, who had been with him to London to give
evidence, had had a time upon which he looked back in later years with
much satisfaction at his powers of endurance. He was with the captain,
and yet not with him. When they got out of the train at Sunwich he
hesitated as to whether he should follow the captain or leave him. His
excuse for following was the bag, his reason for leaving the volcanic
condition of its owner’s temper, coupled with the fact that he appeared
to be sublimely ignorant that the most devoted steward in the world was
tagging faithfully along a yard or two in the rear.
The few passers-by glanced at the couple with interest. Mr. Wilks
had what is called an expressive face, and he had worked his sandy
eyebrows, his weak blue eyes, and large, tremulous mouth into such an
expression of surprise at the finding of the Court, that he had all the
appearance of a beholder of visions. He changed the bag to his other
hand as they left the town behind them, and regarded with gratitude the
approaching end of his labours.
At the garden-gate of a fair-sized house some half-mile along the road
the captain stopped, and after an impatient fumbling at the latch
strode up the path, followed by Mr. Wilks, and knocked at the door. As
he paused on the step he half turned, and for the first time noticed
the facial expression of his faithful follower.
“What the dickens are you looking like that for?” he demanded.
“I’ve been surprised, sir,” conceded Mr. Wilks; “surprised and
astonished.”
Wrath blazed again in the captain’s eyes and set lines in his forehead.
He was being pitied by a steward!
“You’ve been drinking,” he said, crisply; “put that bag down.”
“Arsking your pardon, sir,” said the steward, twisting his unusually
dry lips into a smile, “but I’ve ’ad no opportunity, sir—I’ve been
follerin’ you all day, sir.”
A servant opened the door. “You’ve been soaking in it for a month,”
declared the captain as he entered the hall. “Why the blazes don’t you
bring that bag in? Are you so drunk you don’t know what you are doing?”
Mr. Wilks picked the bag up and followed humbly into the house. Then
he lost his head altogether, and gave some colour to his superior
officer’s charges by first cannoning into the servant and then wedging
the captain firmly in the doorway of the sitting-room with the bag.
“Steward!” rasped the captain.
“Yessir,” said the unhappy Mr. Wilks.
“Go and sit down in the kitchen, and don’t leave this house till you’re
sober.”
Mr. Wilks disappeared. He was not in his first lustre, but he was an
ardent admirer of the sex, and in an absent-minded way he passed his
arm round the handmaiden’s waist, and sustained a buffet which made his
head ring.
“A man o’ your age, and drunk, too,” explained the damsel.
Mr. Wilks denied both charges. It appeared that he was much younger
than he looked, while, as for drink, he had forgotten the taste of
it. A question as to the reception Ann would have accorded a boyish
teetotaler remained unanswered.
In the sitting-room Mrs. Kingdom, the captain’s widowed sister, put
down her crochet-work as her brother entered, and turned to him
expectantly. There was an expression of loving sympathy on her mild and
rather foolish face, and the captain stiffened at once.
“I was in the wrong,” he said, harshly, as he dropped into a chair; “my
certificate has been suspended for six months, and my first officer has
been commended.”
“Suspended?” gasped Mrs. Kingdom, pushing back the white streamer to
the cap which she wore in memory of the late Mr. Kingdom, and sitting
upright. “You?”
“I think that’s what I said,” replied her brother.
Mrs. Kingdom gazed at him mournfully, and, putting her hand behind her,
began a wriggling search in her pocket for a handkerchief, with the
idea of paying a wholesome tribute of tears. She was a past-master in
the art of grief, and, pending its extraction, a docile tear hung on
her eyelid and waited. The captain eyed her preparations with silent
anger.
“I am not surprised,” said Mrs. Kingdom, dabbing her eyes; “I expected
it somehow. I seemed to have a warning of it. Something seemed to tell
me; I couldn’t explain, but I seemed to know.”
She sniffed gently, and, wiping one eye at a time, kept the disengaged
one charged with sisterly solicitude upon her brother. The captain,
with steadily rising anger, endured this game of one-eyed bo-peep for
five minutes; then he rose and, muttering strange things in his beard,
stalked upstairs to his room.
Mrs. Kingdom, thus forsaken, dried her eyes and resumed her work. The
remainder of the family were in the kitchen ministering to the wants of
a misunderstood steward, and, in return, extracting information which
should render them independent of the captain’s version.
“Was it very solemn, Sam?” inquired Miss Nugent, aged nine, who was
sitting on the kitchen table.
Mr. Wilks used his hands and eyebrows to indicate the solemnity of the
occasion.
“They even made the cap’n leave off speaking,” he said, in an awed
voice.
“I should have liked to have been there,” said Master Nugent, dutifully.
“Ann,” said Miss Nugent, “go and draw Sam a jug of beer.”
“Beer, Miss?” said Ann.
“A jug of beer,” repeated Miss Nugent, peremptorily.
Ann took a jug from the dresser, and Mr. Wilks, who was watching her,
coughed helplessly. His perturbation attracted the attention of his
hostess, and, looking round for the cause, she was just in time to see
Ann disappearing into the larder with a cream jug.
[Illustration: “His perturbation attracted the attention of his
hostess.”]
“The big jug, Ann,” she said, impatiently; “you ought to know Sam would
like a big one.”
Ann changed the jugs, and, ignoring a mild triumph in Mr. Wilks’s eye,
returned to the larder, whence ensued a musical trickling. Then Miss
Nugent, raising the jug with some difficulty, poured out a tumbler for
the steward with her own fair hands.
“Sam likes beer,” she said, speaking generally.
“I knew that the first time I see him, Miss,” remarked the vindictive
Ann.
Mr. Wilks drained his glass and set it down on the table again, making
a feeble gesture of repulse as Miss Nugent refilled it.
“Go on, Sam,” she said, with kindly encouragement; “how much does this
jug hold, Jack?”
“Quart,” replied her brother.
“How many quarts are there in a gallon?”
“Four.”
Miss Nugent looked troubled. “I heard father say he drinks gallons a
day,” she remarked; “you’d better fill all the jugs, Ann.”
“It was only ’is way o’ speaking,” said Mr. Wilks, hurriedly; “the
cap’n is like that sometimes.”
“I knew a man once, Miss,” said Ann, “as used to prefer to ’ave it in
a wash-hand basin. Odd, ugly-looking man ’e was; like Mr. Wilks in the
face, only better-looking.”
Mr. Wilks sat upright and, in the mental struggle involved in taking
in this insult in all its ramifications, did not notice until too late
that Miss Nugent had filled his glass again.
“It must ha’ been nice for the captain to ’ave you with ’im to-day,”
remarked Ann, carelessly.
“It was,” said Mr. Wilks, pausing with the glass at his lips and eyeing
her sternly. “Eighteen years I’ve bin with ’im—ever since ’e ’ad a
ship. ’E took a fancy to me the fust time ’e set eyes on me.”
“Were you better-looking then, Sam?” inquired Miss Nugent, shuffling
closer to him on the table and regarding him affectionately.
“Much as I am now, Miss,” replied Mr. Wilks, setting down his glass and
regarding Ann’s giggles with a cold eye.
Miss Nugent sighed. “I love you, Sam,” she said, simply. “Will you have
some more beer?”
Mr. Wilks declined gracefully. “Eighteen years I’ve bin with the
cap’n,” he remarked, softly; “through calms and storms, fair weather
and foul, Samson Wilks ’as been by ’is side, always ready in a quiet
and ’umble way to do ’is best for ’im, and now—now that ’e is on his
beam-ends and lost ’is ship, Samson Wilks’ll sit down and starve ashore
till he gets another.”
At these touching words Miss Nugent was undisguisedly affected, and
wiping her bright eyes with her pinafore, gave her small, well-shaped
nose a slight touch en passant with the same useful garment, and
squeezed his arm affectionately.
“It’s a lively look-out for me if father is going to be at home for
long,” remarked Master Nugent. “Who’ll get his ship, Sam?”
“Shouldn’t wonder if the fust officer, Mr. Hardy, got it,” replied
the steward. “He was going dead-slow in the fog afore he sent down to
rouse your father, and as soon as your father came on deck ’e went at
’arfspeed. Mr. Hardy was commended, and your father’s certifikit was
suspended for six months.”
Master Nugent whistled thoughtfully, and quitting the kitchen proceeded
upstairs to his room, and first washing himself with unusual care for a
boy of thirteen, put on a clean collar and brushed his hair. He was not
going to provide a suspended master-mariner with any obvious reasons
for fault-finding. While he was thus occupied the sitting-room bell
rang, and Ann, answering it, left Mr. Wilks in the kitchen listening
with some trepidation to the conversation.
“Is that steward of mine still in the kitchen?” demanded the captain,
gruffly.
“Yessir,” said Ann.
“What’s he doing?”
Mr. Wilks’s ears quivered anxiously, and he eyed with unwonted
disfavour the evidences of his late debauch.
“Sitting down, sir,” replied Ann.
“Give him a glass of ale and send him off,” commanded the captain; “and
if that was Miss Kate I heard talking, send her in to me.”
Ann took the message back to the kitchen and, with the air of a martyr
engaged upon an unpleasant task, drew Mr. Wilks another glass of ale
and stood over him with well-affected wonder while he drank it. Miss
Nugent walked into the sitting-room, and listening in a perfunctory
fashion to a shipmaster’s platitude on kitchen-company, took a seat on
his knee and kissed his ear.