THE BEAUTIFUL WHITE DEVIL.
When I opened my eyes again I found myself, to my intense
astonishment, lying, fully dressed, in a comfortable hammock beneath a
well-constructed awning. The canvas walls of my resting-place
prevented me from seeing anything more of my surroundings than my
toes, but when I lifted myself up and peered over the side, it was not
the junk's evil planks that I saw before me, but the deck of a
handsome, well-appointed yacht. My hammock was seemingly swung
amidships, and judging from the side upon which I looked--save the man
at the wheel and a couple of hands polishing brasswork forrard--I
appeared to have the entire deck to myself. Whose boat was she? How
had I come to be aboard her? And how long had I been there? But though
I puzzled my brains for an answer to these questions I could find
none. My memory refused to serve me, and so, feeling tired, I laid
myself back again upon my pillow and once more closed my eyes.
I had scarcely done so before I heard a noise on the other side which
caused me to look over again. How shall I describe what I saw there?
Three years have passed since then, but I have the recollection of
even the minutest detail connected with the picture that was before me
at that moment just as plainly engraved upon my memory as if it had
occurred but yesterday.
Seated in a long cane chair, one elbow balanced on the arm-rest and
one tiny hand supporting her dimpled chin, was the most beautiful
woman--and I say it advisedly, knowing it to be true--that I had ever
or have ever beheld, or shall ever behold, in my life. Though she was
seated, and for that reason I could not determine her exact height, I
was convinced it was considerably above the average; her figure, as
much as I could see of it, was beautifully moulded; her face was
exquisitely shaped; her eyes were large, and of a deep sea-blue; while
the wealth of rippling hair that crowned her head was of a natural
golden hue, and enhanced rather than detracted from the softness of
her delicate complexion. As if still further to add to her general
fairness, she was dressed entirely in white, even to her deck shoes
and the broad Panama hat upon her head. Only one thing marred the
picture. By her side, presenting a fitting contrast to so much
loveliness, crouched, his head resting between his forepaws, a
ferocious white bulldog, who ever and anon looked up with big
bloodshot eyes into her face as if to make quite sure that there was
no one within reach whom she might wish him to destroy.
She was evidently absorbed in her own thoughts, and presently the hand
that was hanging down beside the chair found the dog's head, and began
softly to stroke his tulip ears. Then her eyes looked up, caught mine,
and seeing that I was no longer asleep she rose and came towards me.
"So you are awake at last, Dr. De Normanville?" she said with a smile.
And as I heard her it struck me that her voice was even more beautiful
than all her other attributes put together. "You have had a long
sleep. Twelve hours!"
"Twelve hours?" I cried in amazement, at the same time gazing at her
with admiration only too plainly written on my face. "You don't mean
to say that I've been twelve hours asleep? I can hardly believe it.
Why it seems only a few minutes since we were aboard that rascally
junk. And what has happened since then? Is this the vessel we left
Hong Kong to meet?"
"Yes. This is the boat. We were just beginning to grow anxious about
you when the junk was sighted. I am afraid, from your companion's
account, you must have had a desperate time on board her."
"I should not care to go through it again, certainly," I answered
truthfully. "One such experience is enough to last a man a lifetime.
By the way, how is my companion? I hope he is none the worse for his
adventures."
"You need have no fear on that score; he is accustomed to that sort of
thing and thrives on it, as you may have noticed. He is below at
present, but as soon as he comes on deck I will send him to you. Now
you had better lie down again and try to get some more sleep. You must
remember that your strength is of the utmost value to us."
"I don't think I quite understand. But before we go any further will
you tell me what yacht this is and to whom I am indebted for my
rescue?"
"This yacht is called the _Lone Star_," she answered, "and I am the
owner." As she said this she looked at me in rather a queer sort of a
way, I thought. But I let it pass and asked another question.
"I am very much afraid you will think me pertinacious, but is it
permissible for me to know your name?"
"You may certainly know it if you wish to!" she answered with a short
and, I could not help thinking, rather bitter laugh; "But I don't
think you will be any too pleased when you hear it. My real name is
Alie, but by the benighted inhabitants of this part of the globe I am
called by another and more picturesque cognomen."
She stopped, and I almost caught my breath with excitement. A light
was breaking upon me.
"And that is----" I said, trying in vain to keep my voice down to a
steady level.
"The Beautiful White Devil," she answered, with another of her
peculiar smiles, and then, calling her bulldog to her, she bowed to
me, turned on her heel, and went slowly aft along the deck.
I laid myself back in my hammock, my heart--why, I could not
say--beating like a piston-rod, and tried to think the situation out.
So my thoughtless wish was gratified after all: I had now seen the
Beautiful White Devil face to face, and, what was more to the point, I
was likely to be compelled to see more of her than I should consider
necessary for my own amusement. Like the Sultan of Surabaya and Vesey
of Hong Kong, I was now her prisoner. And by what a simple ruse I had
been caught! By all that was reasonable in woman, however, what
possible advantage could she hope to gain by abducting me? At the very
most, I could not lay my hands on more than three thousand pounds, and
what earthly use could that be to a woman who was known to deal in
millions? But perhaps, I reflected, it was not money she was after;
perhaps she had some other desperate game to play--some other move in
that wonderful life of hers in which my science could be of use to her
and the nature of which I could not be expected to fathom. Situated as
I was, she could compel me to do her bidding if she pleased, or make
it extremely awkward for me if I felt it my duty to refuse.
You will doubtless have noticed that I had quite abandoned the idea of
the small-pox epidemic. The notion of that island with the raging
pestilence probably only existed in the fertile brain of the man who
had been sent to induce me to leave Hong Kong. But in that case--and
here the original argument wheeled back upon me--what possible
advantage could accrue to her through abducting me? There were
hundreds of richer men in Hong Kong. Why had not one of them been
chosen? But as the more I thought it out, the farther I seemed to be
from getting at the truth of it, I gave the problem up and turned my
thoughts in another direction.
As I did so I heard somebody coming along the deck. This time it was a
man's footstep, so I looked out to see who it might be. It was
Walworth, the individual who had visited me in Hong Kong and enticed
me away. He was dressed in European habiliments now, and carried a
cigarette in his hand. Seeing that I was aware of his presence he came
across to the hammock and held out his hand.
"Good morning, doctor!" he said cheerily enough. "I'm glad to see
you're better. All things considered you've had a nasty time of it
since you said good-bye to the Victoria Hotel--haven't you?"
"A pretty cheeky way of putting it, considering he was the cause of it
all," I thought to myself. "However, I'll give him a Roland for his
Oliver! He shall not think I'm wanting in pluck."
"You have certainly contrived a good many stirring adventures for my
entertainment, I must say," I answered aloud. "But will you tell me
one thing? Why did you not let me know in Hong Kong who my hostess
would turn out to be?"
"Because in that case you would probably have informed the police, and
we should not then have been able to give ourselves the pleasure of
your company and assistance."
"Well, all I can say is, I am sorry you didn't try for higher game
while you were about it. For even with that five hundred you gave me,
your leader will only get a sop for her pains. You can't force blood
out of a stone, can you?"
He seated himself in the chair she had occupied, and lit a fresh
cigarette. Having done so, he continued:
"I don't know that I quite follow you!"
"Well, I don't think I could make it much plainer without being
absolutely rude. The long and the short of it is, Mr. Walworth, if
it's money you're after--why not have gone in for a pigeon better
worth plucking?"
"But then we're not after the money, you see. Why should I have paid
you that five hundred else? No! Dr. De Normanville, you need have no
fear on that score--our motive was perfectly honest. We are on our way
to the island now where the small-pox exists, and believe me, when
your work is accomplished, you will be conveyed safely back to your
hotel. I can't say more than that. Play fair by us and we'll play
fair by you. In the meantime we shall hope to make your stay with us
as pleasant as possible."
I breathed freely again. I was not abducted. I was only wanted in my
professional capacity after all. Well, that was a relief. I was in a
unique position, for it was evident I was not only to be permitted the
opportunity of making the Beautiful White Devil's acquaintance, but I
was to be well paid for doing so. In the first freedom from anxiety I
began to look forward with almost pleasure to what lay before me.
"Don't you think you could get up for a little while?" Walworth said,
when he had finished his smoke; "it would do you good. Let me help
you."
With his assistance I scrambled out of the hammock into a cane chair
alongside the companion hatch. I was still very weak, and incapable of
much exertion. There could be no doubt that I had lost a good deal
more blood than I had at first imagined.
Once seated in the chair I looked about me. I was now permitted a full
and uninterrupted view of the vessel, and was able to make good use of
my eyes. Roughly speaking, that is to say as far as I could tell, not
being a nautical man, she must have been a topsail schooner of about
three hundred tons burden, with auxiliary steaming power, for I could
see the funnel, which was not in use just then, lying along the deck.
In what part of the world she had been built I could not tell; but
wherever it was, she did credit to her designer, for her lines were
perfection, and nothing short of it. If ever a boat were built for
speed she was that one, and I said as much to my companion, who
laughed.
"There can be no doubt about that," he answered. "But then, you see,
no other boat but the fastest built would suit her ladyship. Believe
me, there are times when even the _Lone Star_ is pretty well put to it
to throw dust in her enemies' eyes. If you feel strong enough, shall
we take a walk round and examine her?"
There was nothing I should have liked more, so, taking the arm he
offered me, we set off. The first thing that attracted my attention
was the spotless neatness and cleanliness prevailing. The decks, which
were flush fore and aft, were as white as curds; the brasses on the
wheel, capstans, masts, skylights, belaying pins, shone till you could
see your face in them. Not a detail seemed to have been overlooked.
Even the great sheets of canvas, bellying into balloons above our
heads, appeared at first sight to have been lately washed, while the
very ropes were white and, when not in actual use, flemish-coiled upon
the decks. She carried six boats, an unusually large number for a
craft of her size; two were surf-boats, I found on inspection; two
were uncollapsible lifeboats; one was an ordinary ship's gig, while
the other was a small steam launch of excellent build and workmanship.
For a craft of three hundred tons her spars were enormous: her topmast
head must have been a hundred and fifty feet from her deck, if an
inch, while from her rig forrard I could guess the amount of extra
canvas she was capable of carrying. Walking to the side, I discovered
that she was painted white, with a broad gold stripe a little above
the water-line; below this she was sheathed with copper, which shone
like gold whenever the water left it.
Inside the bulwarks, and reaching to within an inch of the scuppers,
were some contrivances that caused me a considerable amount of
curiosity. At first glance they looked like reversible shop shutters
more than anything else, being about six feet long by three wide, and
were attached to the rail of the bulwarks by enormous hinges. On my
asking for what purpose they were intended, my guide again laughed,
and said:
"You must not ask too many questions, my friend, for obvious reasons.
In this case, however, and since you have given your word not to tell
what you may see, I will explain."
Detaching the catch of one, he lifted it from the deck and threw it
over the side, where it hung, just reaching to the top of the copper
below water.
"Do you grasp the idea?" he continued. "The next one fits into that,
and the next one into that again, and so on all round the boat. You
see, they can be attached in no time, and when they are once fixed,
the shape of the masts altered, the funnel differently cased or done
away with altogether, the character of her bows and stern changed
beyond recognition by another appliance, she can be three different
crafts inside of twenty-four hours."
This then accounted for the number of different vessels the Beautiful
White Devil was supposed to possess. I began to understand the
marvellous escapes more clearly now.
"And whose idea was this ingenious invention?" I ventured to ask.
"Like most of our things, her ladyship's own," he replied. "And
wonderfully successful it has proved."
"And shall I be presuming too much on your good nature if I seek to
learn something of the lady herself?"
"Ah! I'm afraid there I cannot satisfy your curiosity," he answered,
shaking his head. "We have strict instructions on that point, and
there's not a man aboard this ship who values his life so little as to
dream of disobeying. One piece of advice I will give you, however, for
the sake of what we went through together yesterday. Take care how you
behave towards her. In spite of her quiet demeanour and frank, artless
manner, she sees, takes in, and realises the motive and importance of
everything you say or do. If you act fairly towards her, she will act
fairly by you; but if you play her false you're a dead man. Remember
that. Now you must excuse me if I go to my duties. My absence in Hong
Kong has delayed my work sadly. And there goes eight bells."
As the silvery voice of a bell chimed out from the fo'c's'le, he left
me and went below. Hardly knowing what to do with myself, I went back
to my chair. A tall man with a gray beard close-cropped, sharp
glittering eyes, and a not unhandsome face, marred, however, by what
looked like a sabre cut extending from the left temple to his chin,
resigned the deck to another officer and went below.
While the watch was being changed I had an opportunity of examining
the crew; they were nearly all natives, smart, intelligent-looking
fellows, and excellently disciplined. Whether they were Dyaks or
Malays, however, I had not sufficient experience to determine, and,
for more than one reason, I did not like to ask.
It was a lovely morning; the sea was as blue as the sky, a fresh wind
was driving the schooner along at an exhilarating pace, and, looking
over the side at the line of foam extending from either bow, I was
afforded a very good idea of what an exceptional sailor the _Lone
Star_ really was.
Being a little tired after my perambulations, I lay back in my chair,
and shutting my eyes, fell to ruminating on the queer trick Fate had
played me. So far I could hardly accept my position as real. It was
difficult to believe that I, George De Normanville, unromantic,
plodding student of Guy's,--now M.D., of Cavendish Square, London,
whose sole aim in life, a year ago, had been to put a brass plate upon
his front door, and collect wealthy hypochondriacal lady
patients,--was now medical adviser to a mysterious female, who
perambulated Eastern waters in a chameleon craft, blackmailing rajahs,
abducting merchants, levying toll on mail boats, and bringing down on
her devoted head the wrath of all sorts of nations, principalities,
and powers. And then another point struck me. While outwardly so fair,
what sort of a woman was she at heart? From Walworth's warning I had
gathered that I must be careful in my dealings with her.
But at that moment my reverie was interrupted by the appearance of a
neatly-clad steward, who in broken English presented me with an
invitation from her ladyship to tiffin in the saloon in half an hour.
This was an unexpected honour, and one which, you may be sure, I did
not hesitate to accept. I wanted, however, to make a suitable toilet
first, but where to do it puzzled me, for so far as I knew no cabin
had yet been apportioned to me. I placed my difficulty before an
officer who was standing near me. He said something in native dialect
to the steward, who replied, and then turned again to me.
"Your traps have been placed in a cabin next to Mr. Walworth's, he
says, and if you will follow him he will conduct you to it."
I followed the steward down the main companion (I afterward discovered
that the one aft was sacred to her ladyship) as requested, and found
myself in a large mess-room, in which three officers were seated at
lunch. On either side a number of fair-sized berths were situated. The
one set apart for me was nearest the companion, and contained a bunk,
a small settee and locker combined, a wash-hand basin, and a place for
hanging clothes. The first operation was to shave, a bath followed, to
which another steward conducted me, after which I returned to my
berth, dressed my wound, and, having selected a clean suit of white
ducks, attired myself and repaired on deck.
Punctual to the stroke of two bells (one o'clock) I was summoned to
the after-saloon by my first messenger. I followed him, and descending
the companion, the scantling of which was prettily picked out in white
and gold, found myself in her ladyship's own quarters. There was no
one present, and I must own I was glad of that, for I wanted an
opportunity to look about me. In the small space I can allot to it, it
would be difficult to do adequate justice to the cabin in which I
found myself, but for the better understanding of my story I must
endeavour to give you some description of it. In the first place, you
must understand that the companion-ladder opened directly into the
saloon itself. This otherwise commonplace effect, was, however,
rendered most artistic by a heavy pile of carpet which covered the
steps, and by the curtains which draped the entrance and the
portholes. More of the same noiseless carpet covered the floor, while
light was supplied from ports on either side, and from a richly
decorated skylight in the deck above. The effect of the thick butt of
the mainmast was entirely taken away by a number of artfully contrived
and moulded Japanese mirrors, which, besides fulfilling their original
purpose, gave an additional air of light and elegance to the room. The
walls, which were exquisitely panelled and moulded in ivory and gold,
were loaded with bric-a-brac of every description, including much
china and many pictures of rare value, while deep chairs and couches,
Turkish and Indian divans, piles of soft cushions and furs were
scattered about here and there, as if inviting the cabin's occupants
to an existence of continual repose. A grand piano stood in one
corner, firmly cleated to the deck; on the bulkhead above it was an
exquisitely inlaid Spanish guitar, and a Hungarian zither, while above
them again were several fine specimens of the old Venetian lute.
Altogether a more luxurious and beautifully furnished apartment it has
never been my good fortune to behold, and I settled myself down in a
comfortable chair prepared to spend a really critical and enjoyable
time. Then a daintily-bound volume, open on a cushion near where I
sat, attracted my attention. I took it up to find that it was a volume
of Heine's poems in the original.
"So my lady understands German, and reads Heine too, does she?" I said
to myself. "I must----"
But I was prevented saying what I would do by the drawing aside of a
curtain that covered a door at the further end of the saloon, and the
entrance of my hostess herself. If she were capable of such a
weakness, my astonishment must have flattered her, for, prepared as I
was to see a beautiful woman, I had no idea she would prove as lovely
as she looked then. She had discarded the close-fitting white dress
she had worn earlier in the day, and was now attired in some soft
clinging fabric of a dark colour, which not only brought out all the
lines of her superb figure, but rendered her even more attractive than
before. There must have been a quantity of jet scattered about the
costume, for I was conscious of a shimmering sensation which
accompanied her every movement. She carried herself with a truly regal
air, and I had a better opportunity permitted me now of seeing what a
beautiful face it really was, and how exquisitely her head was set
upon her shoulders. Her hands and feet were very small, so was her
mouth, while her ears were like shells tucked into fragrant nests
against her head. But the glory that eclipsed all others was the
wealth of golden hair that crowned her. Such hair I have never seen
before or since. It seemed to have caught all the sunshine of the
world and to be jealous of dispersing it again.
Once more, as if to afford as great a contrast as possible to so much
loveliness, the same ferocious bulldog followed at her heels, and,
when she approached me, stood regarding me with calmly scrutinising
eyes.
"Welcome to my cabin, Dr. De Normanville," she said, coming over to me
and holding out her tiny hand with a frank gesture. "I am delighted to
see that you are looking so much better."
"I'm feeling quite strong again, thank you," I answered, completely
carried away by the charm of her manner. "I cannot think what made me
break down in that undignified fashion. I'm afraid you will despise
me for giving such an exhibition of weakness."
She seated herself in a deep chair beside me and slowly fanned herself
with a black ostrich plume, at the same time stroking the dog's ugly
head with her little foot.
"I don't really see why I should," she said seriously, after a
moment's pause. "You must have had a terrible time on that horrible
junk. I feel as if I was personally to blame for it. However, I shall
have more to say on that subject later; in the meantime let us be
thankful that you came out of it as safely as you did. I do not like
the Chinese!"
I saw a little shudder sweep over her as she said this, so to turn the
conversation into a pleasanter channel, I commented on the sailing
qualities of her schooner. The subject evidently pleased her, for her
eyes sparkled with a new light.
"There is no boat like her in the wide, wide world," she cried
enthusiastically. "I had her built for me on my own lines, and I have
tried her on every wind, and in every sea, till I have come to know
her better than a rider knows his horse. She is the most beautiful and
the swiftest craft in the world. And there are times, Dr. De
Normanville,"--here she sank her voice a little, and it seemed to me
it trembled,--"when it is of the utmost importance to me that I should
move quickly. She has saved my life not once, but a hundred times. Can
you wonder, therefore, that I love her? But I'm afraid you are too
prejudiced against me to have much sympathy in my escapes."
"I hope you will not think so. I----"
"Forgive my interrupting you. But don't you think it would be better
if we sat down to table instead of discussing my unfortunate self?"
She pressed an electric bell in the woodwork by her side and ordered
tiffin. When it was served we went over to the table and the meal
commenced.
I am not going to tell you what we ate, for, to confess the honest
truth, within half an hour I had forgotten what it was myself. I only
know that it was admirably cooked and served. As it proceeded we
chatted on various minor matters, literature of all nations, music and
painting, and it was not until we had finished, and the cloth had been
removed and we were alone together, that my hostess touched upon the
reason of my presence on board.
"You know, of course, Dr. De Normanville," she said, ensconcing
herself in a big chair when we had left the table, "why I sent for
you?"
"It was explained to me by your messenger. But I must confess I do not
quite understand it yet. He said something about an island."
"And he was quite right. An outbreak of small-pox has occurred on the
island which I make my depot. Where that island is, I cannot of course
tell you. But you will see it for yourself soon enough. In the
meantime I may inform you that the havoc wrought by the disease has
been terrible, and it was only when I found that I could make no
headway against it myself that I determined to send to Hong Kong for
assistance. To get hold of you was a piece of good fortune I did not
expect."
I bowed my acknowledgment of the compliment she paid me, and asked if
she herself had been much among the cases.
"Why, of course!" she answered. "My poor people call me their mother,
and naturally turn to me for assistance in their trouble. It went to
my very heart not to be able to help them."
"But were you quite wise, do you think, to run so much risk?"
"I did not think of myself at all. How could I? Do you think of the
risk you run when you are called in to an infectious case?"
"I take all proper precaution, at least. When were you vaccinated
last, may I ask?"
"In Rome, in June, 1883."
"Then, with your permission, I'll do it again, and at once. You cannot
be too careful."
Receiving her assent I went off to my cabin, where I had noticed that
a large portion of my medical outfit had been stored, and having
obtained what I sought, returned with it to the saloon. Alie, for by
that name I must henceforward call her, was waiting for me, her arm
bared to the shoulder. Never, if I live to be a hundred, shall I
forget the impression that snow-white arm made upon me. It seemed like
an act of basest sacrilege to perform even such a simple operation
upon it. Beelzebub, the bulldog, evidently thought so too, for he
watched me attentively enough during the whole of the time it took me.
However, it had to be done, and done it accordingly was. Then, when I
had put my paraphernalia back into its case, I bade her good-bye, and
turned to go. She stopped me, however, and held out her hand.
"Do you know, Dr. De Normanville, I want to make you like me. I want
you to forget, if you can,--while you are with us, at any rate,--the
stories you have heard about me. Some day, perhaps, I will attempt to
show you that I am not altogether as bad as people have painted me."
For the moment I was so completely carried away by her outburst of
girlish frankness that I hardly knew what to say.
"'Pon my soul, I really don't believe you are!" I blurted out, like a
schoolboy.
"Thank you for that, at least," she said, smiling at my earnestness;
and then, making me a little curtsey, she turned and disappeared
through the door by which she had first entered the saloon.
Putting my case into my pocket, I looked round the room once more, and
then went up on deck, not knowing what to think. It seemed impossible
to believe that this frank, beautiful girl, whose eyes were so steady
and true, whose voice had such a genuine, hearty ring in it, could be
the notorious criminal of whom all the East was talking. And yet
without a shadow of a doubt it was so. And if it came to that, what
was I, staid, respectable George De Normanville, doing, but aiding and
abetting her in her nefarious career? True, I might salve my
conscience with the knowledge that I had been drawn into it
unconsciously, and was only acting in the interests of humanity, but
it was nevertheless a fact, and one that I could not have disputed if
I had wanted to, that I was the paid servant of the Beautiful White
Devil.
It was just two bells in the first dog watch when I came on deck, and
hard upon sundown. The great round sun, which had been so busy all day
long, now rested in a bed of opal cloud scarcely a hand's breadth
above the edge of the horizon. The breeze had moderated, since midday,
and now the water around us was almost without a ripple, but glorified
with flakes and blotches of almost every colour known to man. Near at
hand it was a mixture of lemon and silver, a little further almost a
lilac-purple, further still a touch of pale heliotrope meeting
salmon-pink and old gold, while under the sun itself a blotch of red,
fierce as a clot of blood, worked through the cloud till it got back
to gold, then to salmon-pink, then through purple up again to the
lemon and silver sky. It was a wonderful sunset, and a fitting
termination to an extraordinary day.
After dinner, of which I partook in the officer's mess-room, I
returned to the deck. It was nearly eight o'clock, and as fine a night
as I had seen since I came into the East. Lighting a cigar I walked
aft, and, leaning upon the taffrail, scanned the quiet sea. Situated
as I was, it is not to be wondered at that a variety of thoughts
thronged my brain. I tried to think what my dear old mother would have
said could she have seen the position my over-rash acceptance of a
tempting offer had placed me in. From my mother, who, with my father,
had been dead nearly five years, my thoughts passed on to other
relatives--to a girl whom I had once thought I loved, but who had
jilted me in favour of a brother student. The old heartache was almost
gone now, but it had been a most unfortunate affair; since then,
however, I flattered myself, I had been heart-whole, and I deluded
myself with the notion that I was likely to remain so.
Since dinner the breeze had freshened, and the schooner, with all sail
set, was now slipping swiftly through the water. I turned, and,
leaning against the rail, looked aloft at the stretch of canvas which
seemed to reach up almost to the stars, then back again at the wake
and the wonderful exhibition of phosphorised water below the counter.
Suddenly I became aware of someone standing by my side, and turning my
head, I discovered it was none other than the Beautiful White Devil
herself. She was still dressed in black, with a sort of mantilla of
soft lace draped about her head.
"What a supreme fascination there is about the sea at night, isn't
there?" she said softly, looking down at the sparkling water. I
noticed the beauty of the little white hand upon the rail as I replied
in appropriate terms.
"I never can look at it enough," she continued almost unconsciously.
"Oh, you black, mysterious, unfathomable depths, what future do you
hold for me? My fate is wrapped up in you. I was born on you; I was
brought up on you; and if my fate holds good, I shall die and be
buried in you."
"At any rate, you need give no thought to that contingency for very
many years to come," I answered bluntly. "Besides, what possible
reason can you have for thinking you will end your days at sea?"
"I don't know, Dr. De Normanville. It would puzzle me to tell you. But
I feel as certain of finding my grave in the waves as I am that I
shall be alive to-morrow! You don't know what the sea has been to me.
She has been my good and my evil genius. I love her in every mood,
and I don't think I could hope for a better end than to be buried in
her breast. Oh, you beautiful, beautiful water, how I love you--how I
love you!"
As she spoke she stretched her arms out to where the stars were paling
in anticipation of the rising moon. In any other woman such a gesture
would have been theatrical and unreal in the extreme. But in her case
it seemed only what one might expect from such a glorious creature.
"There is somebody," she continued, "who says that 'the sea belongs to
Eternity, and not Time, and of that it sings its monotonous song for
ever and ever.'"
"That is a very beautiful idea," I answered, "but don't you think
there are others that fully equal it? What do you say to 'The sea
complains upon a thousand shores'?"
"Or your English poet Wordsworth, 'The sea that bares her bosom to the
wind'?"
"Let me meet you with an American: 'The sea tosses and foams to find
its way up to the cloud and wind.' Could anything be finer than that?
There you have the true picture--the utter restlessness and the
striving of the untamed sea."
"'Would'st thou,' so that helmsman answered,
'Learn the secret of the sea?
Only those who brave its dangers
Comprehend its mystery!'"
"Bravo! That caps all."
For some seconds my companion stood silent, gazing across the deep.
Then she said, very softly:
"And who is better able to speak about its dangers than I, whose home
it is? Dr. De Normanville, I think if I were to tell you some of the
dangers through which I have passed you would hardly believe me."
"I think I could believe anything you told me."
"I rather doubt it. You see, you have no idea what an extraordinary
existence mine is. Why! my life is one long battle with despair. I am
like a hunted animal flying before that hell-hound, man. Do you know
how near I was to being caught once? Let me tell you about it, and see
if it will convey any idea to you. It was in Singapore, and I was
dining at the house of a prominent police official, as the friend of
his wife. I had met her some months before under peculiar
circumstances, and we had become intimate. During the meal my host
spoke of the Beautiful White Devil, and commented on her audacity.
'However, we have at last received a clue concerning her,' he said.
'She is not far away from Singapore at the present moment, and I have
every reason to believe that in forty-eight hours she will be in our
hands.' I had a full glass of champagne in my hand at the moment, and
it is a compliment to the strength of my nerves to say that I raised
it to my lips, before answering him, without spilling one drop."
"And did he never suspect?"
"No, indeed. To tell the truth, I doubt if he knows to this day how
close the Beautiful White Devil really was to him. Yet one moment's
hesitation might have cost me my life. Another time I attended a
Viceregal ball in Colombo in the capacity of an heiress from England.
In the middle of the evening the partner with whom I was dancing, a
young inspector of police, apologised for having to leave me. He said
he had received information concerning the Beautiful White Devil, who
was known to be in the town. During supper he had been telling me
about his prospects, and the girl who was coming out from England to
marry him when he got his step. 'It will be a good thing for you if
you catch this woman, won't it?' I inquired. 'It will get me
promotion, and that will mean the greatest happiness of my life--my
marriage!' he answered. 'Won't you wish me luck?' I did wish him luck,
and then went off to dance the lancers with His Excellency the
Governor."
"Do you think it wise to run such awful risks?" I asked, amazed at her
audacity.
"Perhaps not; but in that particular case I could not help myself. I
stood in need of some important information, and could trust nobody to
obtain it but myself."
"It must have been a terrible five minutes for you."
"Yes; I almost fainted after the dance. His Excellency apologised
profusely for the heat of the room."
As she finished speaking, the moon lifted her head above the horizon,
and little by little rose into the cloudless sky. Under her glamour
the sea became a floor of frosted silver, till even the spangled glory
of the phosphorus was taken from the curdling wake.
"I expect you have been told some very curious stories about me, Dr.
De Normanville?" my companion said, after a little while. "I wish I
could induce you to tell me what you have heard. Believe me, I have a
very good reason for wanting you to know the truth about me."
"That is easily told," I answered. "I have heard a great many
variations of the same story, but knowing how news travels out here, I
have placed very little credence in any of them."
"You have heard, perhaps, about the Sultan of Surabaya?"
I intimated that I had.
"At first you must have thought that rather a cruel action on my part.
And yet, if you knew all, your blame would probably turn to
admiration. You do not know, perhaps, what a character that man bore
in his own state, the life he led, his excesses, his constant crimes,
his tyranny over his unfortunate subjects. I tell you, sir, that that
man was, and is, one of the greatest scoundrels upon the face of this
earth. I had heard over and over again of him, and when I discovered
that his people could obtain no redress for their grievances, I
determined to meet him on his own ground. I arranged my plans
accordingly, abducted him, made him disgorge a large sum of money,
half of which I caused to be anonymously distributed amongst the poor
wretches he had robbed, and at the same time told him his character
for the first and only time in his heathen existence, promising him as
I did so that if he did not mend his ways, I'd catch him again and
silence him for ever. Punishment was surely never more fitly earned.
Then there was a merchant in Hong Kong, by name Vesey. I expect you
have heard of him and the trick I played him? Well, that man made an
assertion about me in a public place to the effect that I was---- But
never mind what it was. It was so vile that I cannot repeat it to you,
but I made a vow I would be revenged on him for it, sooner or later. I
_was_ revenged, and in the only way he could be made to feel--that
is, through his banker. He will never forgive me, of course. Now, what
else have you heard?"
"Pardon my alluding to it," I said, "but--the _Vectis Queen_--the
_Oodnadatta_."
"So you have heard of those affairs? Well, I do not deny them. I must
have money. Look at the expenses I have to meet. Look at this
boat--think of the settlement I maintain, of the hundreds of
pensioners I have all through the East, of the number of people whose
services it is necessary for me to retain. And, pray do not
misunderstand me. To you it may seem that such transactions make me
neither more nor less than a thief--a common cheat and swindler. In
your eyes I may be that, but I must own I do not look upon it in the
same light myself. I am, and have been all my life, at war with what
you call Society--the reason I may perhaps explain to you some day. I
know the risk I run. If Society catches me, in all probability my life
will pay the forfeit. I know that, and I am naturally resolved not to
be caught. One thing is certain, I prey only on those who can afford
to lose, and, like the freebooters of romance, I make it my boast that
I have never knowingly robbed a poor man, while, on the other hand, I
have materially assisted many. There are those, of course, who judge
me harshly. Heaven forbid that they ever find themselves in the
position in which I am placed! Think of it! I am hunted by all
men--every man's hand is against me; I am cut off from country and
friends; a price is put upon my head, and for that reason I am obliged
to distrust everyone on principle. Think of having the knowledge
continually before you that if you are not constantly on the watch
you may be caught. And then----"
"And then?"
I heard her grind her little white teeth viciously.
"There will be no _then_, Dr. De Normanville, so we need not talk of
it; while I live they will never catch me, and when I am dead it
cannot matter who has possession of my body. Good-night!"
Before I could answer she had left me and vanished down the companion
ladder. I turned to the sea and my own thoughts. The ship's bell
struck four (ten o'clock), the lookout at the fo'c's'le-head cried,
"All's well!" silence reigned, a wonderful quiet broken only by the
humming of the breeze in the shrouds, and the tinkling of the water
alongside. I leant against the rail and considered the life of the
Beautiful White Devil as I had heard it from her own lips.