On the morning of the second day out, when Adelaide came on deck, she
was astonished, and not a little disquieted, to see nearly the whole
of the yacht's crew, under the command of Mr M'Niven, the chief
engineer, engaged in mounting a long, light, slender gun, with a very
massive breech, on the flush deck just forward of the foremast.
Happening to look up at the bridge, she also saw that a light Maxim
had been mounted at either end of it.
What did it mean? Guns were not mounted on a gentleman's private yacht,
as a rule, unless she was making some dangerous expedition in perilous
waters. As for doing such a thing on the most frequented ocean path in
the world, it was utterly ridiculous, unless there was some very grave
reason for it--and what reason could there be, save one? Had Sophie's
scheme been betrayed? Had Felice told about the telegram, under the
temptation of such a bribe as these millionaires could offer? Had
Williams wavered at the last, and confessed? She knew, of course, that
the _Vlodoya_ carried guns, to compel surrender, if necessary. Was that
a reason why these guns were being mounted?--and what would happen if
the _Nadine_ met force with force, and won? Everything would come
out; the whole conspiracy, and her own share in it; and then, what
would he think of her? She had entered into the plot mainly for the
purpose of getting rid of this American rival of hers, so that she
might pursue the advantage which she believed she had already gained,
without opposition. The discovery would mean utter ruin for herself and
all her hopes.
While these sinister thoughts were passing swiftly through her brain
she heard a light step behind her, and a gay voice, saying:
"My, that looks good, doesn't it! Seems as if the viscount thought we
were going to have a bit of a scrap before we got across. Yes, that's
poppa's own dynamite gun; the viscount calls it his pocket-pistol. Oh,
good-morning, marquise; you seem to be interested in the operations!"
"Good-morning, Ma'm'selle Chrysie," replied the marquise, sweetly.
"How delightfully fresh you English and American girls always look
after you've tubbed. Yes; I assure you I am very interested; indeed, I
am astonished. I was not aware that it was customary to mount guns on
a nobleman's yacht in times of peace."
"Well, no," laughed Miss Chrysie; "but then, you see, marquise, there
is peace and peace. We are at peace with all the world, nearly, but,
the fact is, this is a pretty important voyage, and, from what poppa
tells me, it hasn't got to be interrupted under any circumstances."
"But surely there can be no fear of that," replied Adelaide, with a
laugh which seemed to Chrysie a trifle artificial and uneasy; "the
days of piracy are past."
"That's no reason why they shouldn't be revived on occasion," said
Chrysie, turning round and looking her straight in the eyes; "in fact,
it seems to me, from one or two hints that poppa let drop, that
someone is going to try and stop us getting across this time, and
that's why these guns are here. That's a pretty-looking weapon, isn't
it?"
"Really, Miss Vandel," replied the marquise, rather languidly, "I can
assure you I know nothing about such things; and I take, if possible,
even less interest in them."
"Well, marquise, I can assure you that that's a most interesting
weapon. Poppa invented it. It's loaded with liquid gas instead of
gunpowder, and a shell that holds twelve pounds of an improved sort of
dynamite--Vandelite he calls it. Now, of course, you know that when
liquid gas is allowed to become gasey gas, it makes things mighty cold
round it. Well, this freezes the Vandelite so that it shan't explode
in the gun. Then when the projectile hits anything, that develops heat
and sets it off. Simple, isn't it? And yet that's a thing that
inventors have been puzzling about for years. That gun will put twelve
pounds of concentrated earthquake into a ship four miles away, and
that would knock anything but an armour-clad into splinters. So I
guess there'll be trouble for anything that tries to stop us this
journey."
"Still, that could hardly be in these times," said the marquise, with
excellently simulated nonchalance. "But, really, your knowledge of
gunnery appears to be wonderful, Miss Vandel. I suppose you take a
great interest in weapons of warfare?"
"Yes, I do," said Chrysie; "you see, we make all the best of them over
our side. For instance," she went on, pulling an exquisitely-finished
little Smith & Wesson five-shooter out of her pocket, "there's a
dainty little bit of bric-a-brac. No, don't touch it, if you're not
accustomed to shooters, because it's loaded. Doesn't look very
dangerous, does it? But I can pick all the spots off a card at twenty
paces with it."
"Dear me, how very wonderful! And how very interesting you young
ladies of the New World are. Really, the fact of your carrying a
loaded revolver in your skirt pocket seems to me quite as singular as
mounting guns on a gentleman's yacht. So entirely unnecessary, I
should have thought."
All Adelaide's powers of self-control did not suffice to keep a note
of petulance and insincerity out of her voice. Miss Chrysie's quick
ears caught it instantly. She slipped her arm through Adelaide's, and
drew her away out of hearing of the men who were mounting the guns,
and said in a low voice, which thrilled with something very like
passion:
"I'm carrying this shooter, marquise, for the same reason that they're
putting those guns up. I don't know what it is, but there's trouble
ahead, and we're outside the law just now, the same as others may be
soon; but the man I love is on board this ship, and if there's any
harm waiting for him, and quick and straight shooting will save him,
I'm going to do my little level best."
It was impossible for Adelaide not to recognise the frank, direct
challenge of her words. For the moment a passing impulse impelled her
to snatch the weapon out of Chrysie's hand and shoot her; but another
moment's thought showed her that such an act would have meant worse
than ruin to all her hopes. After what Chrysie had said, she would
dearly have loved to have done it. It was the first distinct avowal of
her love for the man for whom she herself had deliberately engaged to
sacrifice the honour of her stainless name, and there was a ring of
deadly earnestness in Chrysie's tone as she handled the deadly toy,
which meant even more than her words did; and so she exclaimed, with
an innocent seeming archness which astonished Chrysie quite as much as
her own words had astonished the marquise:
"Ah, so, Ma'm'selle, then my suspicions were correct. Well, well,
accept my best wishes for the most delightful ending possible for your
romance. Nothing could be better, or what the English call more
suitable--yes, in every way. And as for me, though I do not know what
I have done to deserve so great a confidence----"
"I don't know that I ought to let you thank me for it," said Chrysie,
flushing a little; "I guess I told you more for your good than mine,
and I thought it was only right that you should know just how matters
stood, in case any mistakes were made later on that couldn't be
rectified--and I think that's about all that need be said just here.
There is the bell: and there is Lady Olive come to tell us that tea is
ready. Suppose we go below, and change the subject."
Adelaide followed her down the companion way, her face radiant and
smiling, and her heart hot and bitter with many thoughts which at
present she dared not translate either into words or actions. If only
the _Vlodoya_ succeeded in her mission--if only the plot to which
she had lent herself succeeded--ah, then there would be a difference!
If not, well, the sea was deep and clear and cool, and life would have
nothing left in it for her.
A little before midnight another council of war was being held in the
smoking-room, guarded as usual by a quartermaster on either side of
the deck, and Captain Burgess came out of his own cabin under the
bridge and went to the starboard door. The quartermaster stopped and
touched his cap.
"Robertson," he said, "tell his lordship that I want to speak to him
at once."
"Ay, ay, sir," said the man, knocking at the door. There was a "click
click" of the key turning in the lock, the door opened, and Hardress
looked out.
"Oh, captain," he said, "that you? Any--do you wish to speak to me?
Come in."
The captain went in, and the door was at once locked behind him.
"Sit down, captain," said Hardress, pointing to a seat. "What's the
matter? You can speak quite freely. You know that there are some
rather funny things going on; but you, of course, we trust
absolutely."
"I hope so, my lord," said the skipper, with a touch of dignity in his
tone. "I am sorry to say that just before seven bells, when we changed
watch unexpectedly, as we are doing in the engine-room, one of the
extra men we've put on watch detected Mr Williams in the act of
sanding the driving rod of the low-pressure cylinder of the port
engine."
"And what would have been the effect of that?" said Hardress, quite
coolly, as though he expected the news.
The words had hardly left his lips before a slight jarring shudder ran
along the port side of the ship, and they felt a distinct swerve as
though she had swung suddenly out of her course.
"The scoundrel, he has gritted the shaft as well!" exclaimed the
captain, jumping to his feet and running to the door. "Pardon, my
lord," he cried, as he opened it. Then he said to the quartermaster:
"Robertson, skip up to the bridge and stop her. Mr M'Niven's there."
Then as the quartermaster vanished in the direction of the bridge he
locked the door, and came back and said:
"My lord, I'm afraid it's worse than I thought. You know what grit
means in the bearings of a screw shaft. It means stopping one engine
for twenty-four hours, unbolting the bearings and the thrust-blocks,
and cleaning the grit out."
"And I guess that's just about what was calculated upon by our friends
the enemy," said President Vandel. "A delay like that would just send
us waddling across the water like a duck with a lame foot; and that's
how a sixteen-knotter's expected to overtake a twenty-knotter. What's
happening to Mr Williams just now captain?"
"Under arrest in his room, sir," replied the captain; "he's a good
sailor and a good officer, but I'm afraid he's guilty. I never saw a
man look more miserable than he did when I sent for him to my room. I
don't know who's been working on him, or what the reason of it is at
all, but there it is. He didn't confess, but he might just as well
have done, for his face did it for him."
"Then we are to understand, Captain Burgess," said Lord Orrel, "that,
at the best, we shall be delayed at least twenty-four hours. That will
make a serious difference to us, Shafto, under the circumstances."
"And it may be more than that, my lord," said the captain, "because we
don't know yet how much harm's done. Mr M'Niven will, of course,
examine the cylinder and the shafting at once and report to me, and if
the worst comes to the worst, why, we may have to go to Halifax with
one engine. If we hadn't twin screws we'd be disabled altogether. Yes,
you see he's stopped the port engine, and that means we've dropped
down to about eight knots."
"Yes, of course," said Hardress, "that's about what it comes to,
father. Now, Captain Burgess, you will kindly keep Mr Williams in his
cabin. Let him have no communication with anyone. You can let
Robertson give him his food, and mount guard over him generally. We
can trust him, if we can trust anyone. I don't want to see him, or
accuse him of anything. Just keep him quiet, and isolated. Tell Mr
M'Niven we'll run along as well as we can with the starboard engine,
and put all available hands on to repairing the damage to the other.
I'll give the engine-room staff another hundred pounds among them if
they get it fixed up in twenty-four hours."
"Very well, my lord," said the captain, as he got up and went towards
the door. "We shall, of course, do everything possible; and I hope
that the damage is not so bad as it seems."
"It appears to me," said the president, as the captain closed the door
and Hardress locked it, "that our deductions from those few facts are
coming pretty correct. This job's going to keep us back twenty-four
hours at least, if not thirty-six; and so, granted that the Russian
yacht started pretty soon after that telegram got to Cherbourg, she
won't be very far behind us to-morrow evening, and she'll probably
overhaul us about by dawn the next day. Seems to me the question is
now, what we're going to do if she does?"
"I say fight," said Hardress, between his teeth. "We can smash her
into scrap-iron with that gun of yours before she can touch us, if she
has guns; and if they do really mean foul play, as it seems they do, I
fancy myself it would be better for all of us, women and all, to risk
going down with the _Nadine_ than to fall into the hands of a pack of
Russian pirates, for that's about all they will be, if they try
anything of that sort on."
"How would it be, Shafto," said Lord Orrel, "if, granted we could get
the engines repaired, we were to play the lame duck, and turn the
tables on them----"
"Thunder! You've just got it, Lord Orrel!" exclaimed the president,
bringing his hand down on the table. "Whether the count and that
pretty daughter of his are on board or not, I reckon they'll be a
mightily dangerous crew to deal with, and I reckon they'll be safer as
compulsory guests on board this boat than if they were free to knock
around in their own ship. I feel pretty certain that they know a lot
more about this scheme of ours than they would like to say; and if
that's so, as I think it is, the less they run around loose about the
earth the better for us."
"I quite agree with you, president," said Hardress. "That's the very
thing to do, if we can do it: if it really is the _Vlodoya_ that's on
our track and she means taking or sinking us; well, we'll play
'possum. We'll have to let her fire on us first, I'm afraid; but I
daresay she'll miss, for Russians are about the worst gunners in the
world. Then we'll cripple her, take her distinguished passengers out
of her, and make them our compulsory guests. After that we'll play
pirate to pirate--empty her coal bunkers into ours, strip her of
everything we want, and put the crew into the boats with plenty of
water and provisions. They'll be certain to be picked up within a
couple of days or so if they go south towards the steamer tracks. Then
we'll smash his excellency's yacht into scrap-iron, and go straight to
Boothia Land without stopping at Halifax at all."
"But, my dear Shafto," said the earl, "that would be a most flagrant
act of piracy on the high seas, wouldn't it?"
"My dear dad," he replied, "you must remember that once we are in
Boothia we are beyond and above the law, and if we like to indulge in
a little piracy we can do so. The point really is to catch these
people and take them there with us; so that we can be quite certain
they're not going to do any more harm."
"That, viscount," said the president, "is right on the spot; and your
idea of taking the coal out of the _Vlodoya_ isn't any too bad. I
reckon that's just what we've got to do. A little surprise party for
our Russian friends right here in mid-ocean, and then straight away to
the works. We'll show them some of the wonders from inside that they
wanted to see from outside; and I guess we shall also be able to show
them something pretty interesting if those two expeditions do happen
to discover the Magnetic Pole instead of the North Pole. I reckon
it'll be just about one of the most wonderful discoveries that
Frenchmen or Russians ever did make."