A Bid for
Fortune by Guy Boothby
or Dr Nikola's Vendetta
TO MY DEAR WIFE,
TO WHOM IT OWES SO MUCH,
I DEDICATE THIS BOOK
CHAPTER I. I
and what Befell
CHAPTER III. I
CHAPTER IV. I
CHAPTER VI. I
meet Dr Nikola
Port Said, And
What Befell Us
and Attempt at
CHAPTER IX. Dr
us a Free
CHAPTER I. We
and the Result
CHAPTER II. On
Following Up A
CHAPTER V. The
Islands and What
We Found There
THE manager of the new Imperial Restaurant on the Thames
Embankment went into his luxurious private office and shut the door.
Having done so, he first scratched his chin reflectively, and then
took a letter from the drawer in which it had reposed for more than
two months and perused it carefully. Though he was not aware of it,
this was the thirtieth time he had read it since breakfast that
morning. And yet he was not a whit nearer understanding it than he
had been at the beginning. He turned it over and scrutinised the
back, where not a sign of writing was to be seen; he held it up to
the window, as if he might hope to discover something from the
watermark; but there was evidently nothing in either of these places
of a nature calculated to set his troubled mind at rest. Then, though
he had a clock upon his mantelpiece in good working order, he took a
magnificent repeater watch from his waistcoat pocket and glanced at
the dial; the hands stood at half-past seven. He immediately threw
the letter on the table, and as he did so his anxiety found relief in
"It's really the most extraordinary affair I ever had to do with,"
he remarked to the placid face of the clock above mentioned. "And as
I've been in the business just three-and-thirty years at eleven a.m.
next Monday morning, I ought to know something about it. I only hope
I've done right, that's all."
As he spoke, the chief bookkeeper, who had the treble advantage of
being tall, pretty, and just eight-and-twenty years of age, entered
the room. She noticed the open letter and the look upon her chief's
face, and her curiosity was proportionately excited.
"You seem worried, Mr McPherson," she said tenderly, as she put
down the papers she had brought in for his signature.
"You have just hit it, Miss O'Sullivan," he answered, pushing them
farther on to the table. "I am worried about many things, but
particularly about this letter."
He handed the epistle to her, and she, being desirous of
impressing him with her business capabilities, read it with
ostentatious care. But it was noticeable that when she reached the
signature she too turned back to the beginning, and then deliberately
read it over again. The manager rose, crossed to the mantelpiece, and
rang for the head waiter. Having relieved his feelings in this way,
he seated himself again at his writing-table, put on his glasses, and
stared at his companion, while waiting for her to speak.
"It's very funny," she said at length, seeing that she was
expected to say something. "Very funny indeed!"
"It's the most extraordinary communication I have ever received,"
he replied with conviction. "You see it is written from Cuyaba,
Brazil. The date is three months ago to a day. Now I have taken the
trouble to find out where and what Cuyaba is."
He made this confession with an air of conscious pride, and having
done so, laid himself back in his chair, stuck his thumbs into the
arm-holes of his waistcoat, and looked at his fair subordinate for
Nor was he destined to be disappointed. He was a bachelor in
possession of a snug income, and she, besides being a pretty woman,
was a lady with a keen eye to the main chance.
"And where is Cuyaba?" she asked humbly.
"Cuyaba," he replied, rolling his tongue with considerable relish
round his unconscious mispronunciation of the name, "is a town almost
on the western or Bolivian border of Brazil. It is of moderate size,
is situated on the banks of the river Cuyaba, and is considerably
connected with the famous Brazilian Diamond Fields."
"And does the writer of this letter live there?"
"I cannot say. He writes from there--that is enough for us."
"And he orders dinner for four--here, in a private room
overlooking the river, three months ahead--punctually at eight
o'clock, gives you a list of the things he wants, and even arranges
the decoration of the table. Says he has never seen either of his
three friends before; that one of them hails from (here she consulted
the letter again) Hang-chow, another from Bloemfontein, while the
third resides, at present, in England. Each one is to present an
ordinary visiting card with a red dot on it to the porter in the
hall, and to be shown to the room at once. I don't understand it at
The manager paused for a moment, and then said deliberately--
"Hang-chow is in China, Bloemfontein is in South Africa."
"What a wonderful man you are, to be sure, Mr McPherson! I never
can think how you manage to carry so much in your head."
There spoke the true woman. And it was a move in the right
direction, for the manager was susceptible to her gentle influence,
as she had occasion to know.
At this juncture the head waiter appeared upon the scene, and took
up a position just inside the doorway, as if he were afraid of
injuring the carpet by coming further.
"Is No 22 ready, Williams?"
"Quite ready, sir. The wine is on the ice, and cook tells me he'll
be ready to dish punctual to the moment."
"The letter says, 'no electric light; candles with red shades.'
Have you put on those shades I got this morning?"
"Just seen it done this very minute, sir."
"And let me see, there was one other thing." He took the letter
from the chief bookkeeper's hand and glanced at it.
"Ah, yes, a porcelain saucer, and a small jug of new milk upon the
mantelpiece. An extraordinary request, but has it been attended
"I put it there myself, sir."
"Jones, Edmunds, Brooks, and Tomkins."
"Very good. Then I think that will do. Stay! You had better tell
the hall porter to look out for three gentlemen presenting plain
visiting cards with a little red spot on them. Let Brooks wait in the
hall, and when they arrive tell him to show them straight up to the
"It shall be done, sir."
The head waiter left the room, and the manager stretched himself
in his chair, yawned by way of showing his importance, and then said
"I don't believe they'll any of them turn up; but if they do, this
Dr Nikola, whoever he may be, won't be able to find fault with my
Then, leaving the dusty high road of Business, he and his
companion wandered in the shady bridle-paths of Love to the end that
when the chief bookkeeper returned to her own department she had
forgotten the strange dinner party about to take place upstairs, and
was busily engaged upon a calculation as to how she would look in
white satin and orange blossoms, and, that settled, fell to wondering
whether it was true, as Miss Joyce, a subordinate, had been heard to
declare, that the manager had once shown himself partial to a certain
widow with reputed savings and a share in an extensive egg and dairy
At ten minutes to eight precisely a hansom drew up at the steps of
the hotel. As soon as it stopped, an undersized gentleman, with a
clean-shaven countenance, a canonical corporation, and bow legs,
dressed in a decidedly clerical garb, alighted. He paid and
discharged his cabman, and then took from his ticket pocket an
ordinary white visiting card, which he presented to the gold-laced
individual who had opened the apron. The latter, having noted the red
spot, called a waiter, and the reverend gentleman was immediately
Hardly had the attendant time to return to his station in the
hall, before a second cab made its appearance, closely followed by a
third. Out of the second jumped a tall, active, well-built man of
about thirty years of age. He was dressed in evening dress of the
latest fashion, and to conceal it from the vulgar gaze, wore a large
Inverness cape of heavy texture. He also in his turn handed a white
card to the porter, and, having done so, proceeded into the hall,
followed by the occupant of the last cab, who had closely copied his
example. This individual was also in evening dress, but it was of a
different stamp. It was old-fashioned and had seen much use. The
wearer, too, was taller than the ordinary run of men, while it was
noticeable that his hair was snow-white, and that his face was deeply
pitted with smallpox. After disposing of their hats and coats in an
ante-room, they reached room No 22, where they found the gentleman in
clerical costume pacing impatiently up and down.
Left alone, the tallest of the trio, who for want of a better
title we may call the Best Dressed Man, took out his watch, and
having glanced at it, looked at his companions.
"Gentlemen," he said, with a slight American accent, "it is three
minutes to eight o'clock. My name is Eastover!"
"I'm glad to hear it, for I'm most uncommonly hungry," said the
next tallest, whom I have already described as being so marked by
disease. "My name is Prendergast!"
"We only wait for our friend and host," remarked the clerical
gentleman, as if he felt he ought to take a share in the
conversation, and then, as if an afterthought had struck him, he
continued, "My name is Baxter!"
They shook hands all round with marked cordiality, seated
themselves again, and took it in turns to examine the clock.
"Have you ever had the pleasure of meeting our host before?" asked
Mr Baxter of Mr Prendergast.
"Never," replied that gentleman, with a shake of his head.
"Perhaps Mr Eastover has been more fortunate?"
"Not I," was the brief rejoinder. "I've had to do with him off and
on for longer than I care to reckon, but I've never set eyes on him
up to date."
"And where may he have been the first time you heard from
"In Nashville, Tennessee," said Eastover. "After that, Tahupapa,
New Zealand; after that, Papeete, in the Society Islands; then Pekin,
China. And you?"
"First time, Brussels; second, Monte Video; third, Mandalay, and
then the Gold Coast, Africa. It's your turn, Mr Baxter."
The clergyman glanced at the timepiece. It was exactly eight
"First time, Cabul, Afghanistan; second, Nijni Novgorod, Russia;
third, Wilcannia, Darling River, Australia; fourth, Valparaiso,
Chile; fifth, Nagasaki, Japan."
"He is evidently a great traveller and a most mysterious
"He is more than that," said Eastover with conviction; "he is late
Prendergast looked at his watch.
"That clock is two minutes fast. Hark, there goes Big Ben! Eight
As he spoke the door was thrown open and a voice announced "Dr
The three men sprang to their feet simultaneously, with
exclamations of astonishment, as the man they had been discussing
made his appearance.
It would take more time than I can spare the subject to give you
an adequate and inclusive description of the person who entered the
room at that moment. In stature he was slightly above the ordinary,
his shoulders were broad, his limbs perfectly shaped and plainly
muscular, but very slim. His head, which was magnificently set upon
his shoulders, was adorned with a profusion of glossy black hair; his
face was destitute of beard or moustache, and was of oval shape and
handsome moulding; while his skin was of a dark olive hue, a colour
which harmonised well with his piercing black eyes and pearly teeth.
His hands and feet were small, and the greatest dandy must have
admitted that he was irreproachably dressed, with a neatness that
bordered on the puritanical. In age he might have been anything from
eight-and-twenty to forty; in reality he was thirty-three. He
advanced into the room and walked with outstretched hand directly
across to where Eastover was standing by the fireplace.
"Mr Eastover, I feel certain," he said, fixing his glittering eyes
upon the man he addressed, and allowing a curious smile to play upon
"That is my name, Dr Nikola," the other answered with evident
surprise. "But how on earth can you distinguish me from your other
"Ah! it would surprise you if you knew. And Mr Prendergast, and Mr
Baxter. This is delightful; I hope I am not late. We had a collision
in the Channel this morning, and I was almost afraid I might not be
up to time. Dinner seems ready; shall we sit down to it?"
They seated themselves, and the meal commenced. The Imperial
Restaurant has earned an enviable reputation for doing things well,
and the dinner that night did not in any way detract from its lustre.
But delightful as it all was, it was noticeable that the three guests
paid more attention to their host than to his excellent menu. As they
had said before his arrival, they had all had dealings with him for
several years, but what those dealings were they were careful not to
describe. It was more than possible that they hardly liked to
remember them themselves.
When coffee had been served and the servants had withdrawn, Dr
Nikola rose from the table, and went across to the massive sideboard.
On it stood a basket of very curious shape and workmanship. This he
opened, and as he did so, to the astonishment of his guests, an
enormous cat, as black as his master's coat, leaped out on to the
floor. The reason for the saucer and jug of milk became evident.
Seating himself at the table again, the host followed the example
of his guests and lit a cigar, blowing a cloud of smoke luxuriously
through his delicately chiselled nostrils. His eyes wandered round
the cornice of the room, took in the pictures and decorations, and
then came down to meet the faces of his companions. As they did so,
the black cat, having finished its meal, sprang on to his shoulder to
crouch there, watching the three men through the curling smoke drift
with its green, blinking, fiendish eyes.
Dr Nikola smiled as he noticed the effect the animal had upon his
"Now shall we get to business?" he said briskly.
The others almost simultaneously knocked the ashes off their
cigars and brought themselves to attention. Dr Nikola's dainty,
languid manner seemed to drop from him like a cloak, his eyes
brightened, and his voice, when he spoke, was clean cut as chiselled
"You are doubtless anxious to be informed why I summoned you from
all parts of the globe to meet me here tonight? And it is very
natural you should be. But then from what you know of me you should
not be surprised at anything I do."
His voice gradually dropped back into its old tone of gentle
languor. He drew in a great breath of smoke and then sent it slowly
out from his lips again. His eyes were half closed, and he drummed
with one finger on the table edge.
The cat looked through the smoke at the three men, and it seemed
to them that he grew every moment larger and more ferocious.
Presently his owner took him from his perch and seating him on his
knee fell to stroking his fur, from head to tail, with his long slim
fingers. It was as if he were drawing inspiration for some deadly
mischief from the uncanny beast.
"To preface what I have to say to you, let me tell you that this
is by far the most important business for which I have ever required
your help. (Three slow strokes down the centre of the back and one
round each ear.) When it first came into my mind I was at a loss who
to trust in the matter. I thought of Vendon, but I found Vendon was
dead. I thought of Brownlow, but Brownlow was no longer faithful.
(Two strokes down the back and two on the throat.) Then bit by bit I
remembered you. I was in Brazil at the time. So I sent for you. You
came, and we meet here. So far so good."
He rose and crossed over to the fireplace. As he went the cat
crawled back to its original position on his shoulder. Then his voice
changed once more to its former business-like tone.
"I am not going to tell you very much about it. But from what I do
tell you, you will be able to gather a great deal and imagine the
rest. To begin with, there is a man living in this world today who
has done me a great and lasting injury. What that injury is is no
concern of yours. You would not understand if I told you. So we'll
leave that out of the question. He is immensely rich. His cheque for
£300,000 would be honoured by his bank at any minute. Obviously
he is a power. He has had reason to know that I am pitting my wits
against his, and he flatters himself that so far he has got the
better of me. That is because I am drawing him on. I am maturing a
plan which will make him a poor and a very miserable man at one and
the same time. If that scheme succeeds, and I am satisfied with the
way you three men have performed the parts I shall call on you to
play in it, I shall pay to each of you the sum of £10,000. If
it doesn't succeed, then you will each receive a thousand and your
expenses. Do you follow me?"
It was evident from their faces that they hung upon his every
"But, remember, I demand from you your whole and entire labour.
While you are serving me you are mine body and soul. I know you are
trustworthy. I have had good proof that you are--pardon the
expression--unscrupulous, and I flatter myself you are silent. What is
more, I shall tell you nothing beyond what is necessary for the
carrying out of my scheme, so that you could not betray me if you
would. Now for my plans!"
He sat down again and took a paper from his pocket. Having perused
it, he turned to Eastover.
"You will leave at once--that is to say, by the boat on
Wednesday--for Sydney. You will book your passage tomorrow morning,
first thing, and join her in Plymouth. You will meet me tomorrow
evening at an address I will send you and receive your final
Seeing that he was expected to go, Eastover rose, shook hands, and
left the room without a word. He was too astonished to hesitate or to
Nikola took another letter from his pocket and turned to
"You will go down to Dover tonight, cross to Paris tomorrow
morning, and leave this letter personally at the address you will
find written on it. On Thursday, at half-past two precisely, you will
deliver me an answer in the porch at Charing Cross. You will find
sufficient money in that envelope to pay all your expenses. Now
"At half-past two you shall have your answer. Good-night."
When Prendergast had left the room, Dr Nikola lit another cigar
and turned his attentions to Mr Baxter.
"Six months ago, Mr Baxter, I found for you a situation as tutor
to the young Marquis of Beckenham. You still hold it, I suppose?"
"Is the Duke, the lad's father, well disposed towards you?"
"In every way. I have done my best to ingratiate myself with him.
That was one of your instructions, if you will remember."
"Yes, yes! But I was not certain that you would succeed. If the
old man is anything like what he was when I last met him, he must
still be a difficult person to deal with. Does the boy like you?"
"I hope so."
"Have you brought me his photograph as I directed?"
"I have. Here it is."
Baxter took a photograph from his pocket and handed it across the
"Good. You have done very well, Mr Baxter. I am pleased with you.
Tomorrow morning you will go back to Yorkshire--"
"I beg your pardon, Bournemouth. His Grace owns a house near
Bournemouth, which he occupies during the summer mouths."
"Very well--then tomorrow morning you will go back to Bournemouth
and continue to ingratiate yourself with father and son. You will
also begin to implant in the boy's mind a desire for travel. Don't
let him become aware that his desire has its source in you-- but do
not fail to foster it all you can. I will communicate with you
further in a day or two. Now go."
Baxter in his turn left the room. The door closed. Dr Nikola
picked up the photograph and studied it carefully.
"The likeness is unmistakable--or it ought to be. My friend, my
very dear friend, Wetherell, my toils are closing on you. My
arrangements are perfecting themselves admirably. Presently when all
is complete I shall press the lever, the machinery will be set in
motion, and you will find yourself being slowly but surely ground
into powder. Then you will hand over what I want, and be sorry you
thought fit to baulk Dr Nikola!"
He rang the bell and ordered his bill. This duty discharged he
placed the cat back in its prison, shut the lid, descended with the
basket to the hall, and called a hansom. When he had closed the
apron, the porter enquired to what address he should order the cabman
to drive. Dr Nikola did not reply for a moment, then he said, as if
he had been thinking something out:
"The Green Sailor public-house, East India Dock Road."
CHAPTER I. I Determine to take a Holiday.--Sydney,
and what Befell me There
FIRST and foremost, my name, age, description, and occupation, as
they say in the Police Gazette. Richard Hatteras, at your service,
commonly called Dick, of Thursday Island, North Queensland, pearler,
copra merchant, beche-de-mer and tortoise-shell dealer, and South Sea
trader generally. Eight-and-twenty years of age, neither particularly
good-looking nor, if some people are to be believed, particularly
amiable, six feet two in my stockings, and forty-six inches round the
chest; strong as a Hakodate wrestler, and perfectly willing at any
moment to pay ten pounds sterling to the man who can put me on my
And big shame to me if I were not so strong, considering the free,
open-air, devil-may-care life I've led. Why, I was doing man's work
at an age when most boys are wondering when they're going to be taken
out of knickerbockers. I'd been half round the world before I was
fifteen, and had been wrecked twice and marooned once before my beard
showed signs of sprouting. My father was an Englishman, not very much
profit to himself, so he used to say, but of a kindly disposition,
and the best husband to my mother, during their short married life,
that any woman could possibly have desired. She, poor soul, died of
fever in the Philippines the year I was born, and he went to the
bottom in the schooner Helen of Troy, a degree west of the Line
Islands, within six months of her decease; struck the tail end of a
cyclone, it was thought, and went down, lock, stock, and barrel,
leaving only one man to tell the tale. So I lost father and mother in
the same twelve months, and that being so, when I put my cabbage-tree
on my head it covered, as far as I knew, all my family in the
Any way you look at it, it's calculated to give you a turn, at
fifteen years of age, to know that there's not a living soul on the
face of God's globe that you can take by the hand and call relation.
That old saying about "Blood being thicker than water" is a pretty
true one, I reckon: friends may be kind--they were so to me--but
after all they're not the same thing, nor can they be, as your own
kith and kin.
However, I had to look my trouble in the face and stand up to it
as a man should, and I suppose this kept me from brooding over my
loss as much as I should otherwise have done. At any rate, ten days
after the news reached me, I had shipped aboard the Little Emily,
trading schooner, for Papeete, booked for five years among the
islands, where I was to learn to water copra, to cook my balances,
and to lay the foundation of the strange adventures that I am going
to tell you about in this book.
After my time expired and I had served my Trading Company on half
the mudbanks of the Pacific, I returned to Australia and went up
inside the Great Barrier Reef to Somerset--the pearling station that
had just come into existence on Cape York. They were good days there
then, before all the new-fangled laws that now regulate the pearling
trade had come into force; days when a man could do almost as he
liked among the islands in those seas. I don't know how other folk
liked it, but the life just suited me--so much so that when Somerset
proved inconvenient and the settlement shifted across to Thursday, I
went with it, and, what was more to the point, with money enough at
my back to fit myself out with a brand new lugger and full crew, so
that I could go pearling on my own account.
For many years I went at it head down, and this brings me up to
four years ago, when I was a grown man, the owner of a house, two
luggers, and as good a diving plant as any man could wish to possess.
What was more, just before this I had put some money into a mining
concern on the mainland, which had, contrary to most ventures of the
sort, turned up trumps, giving me as my share the nice round sum of
£5,000. With all this wealth at my back, and having been in
harness for a greater number of years on end than I cared to count, I
made up my mind to take a holiday and go home to England to see the
place where my father was born, and had lived his early life (I found
the name of it written in the flyleaf of an old Latin book he left
me), and to have a look at a country I'd heard so much about, but
never thought to have the good fortune to set my foot upon.
Accordingly I packed my traps, let my house, sold my luggers and
gear, intending to buy new ones when I returned, said goodbye to my
friends and shipmates, and set off to join an Orient liner in Sydney.
You will see from this that I intended doing the thing in style! And
why not? I'd got more money to my hand to play with than most of the
swells who patronise the first saloon; I had earned it honestly, and
was resolved to enjoy myself with it to the top of my bent, and hang
I reached Sydney a week before the boat was advertised to sail,
but I didn't fret much about that. There's plenty to see and do in
such a big place, and when a man's been shut away from theatres and
amusements for years at a stretch, he can put in his time pretty well
looking about him. All the same, not knowing a soul in the place, I
must confess there were moments when I did think regretfully of the
tight little island hidden away up north under the wing of New
Guinea, of the luggers dancing to the breeze in the harbour, and the
warm welcome that always awaited me among my friends in the saloons.
Take my word for it, there's something in even being a leader on a
small island. Anyway, it's better than being a deadbeat in a big city
like Sydney, where nobody knows you, and your next-door neighbour
wouldn't miss you if he never saw or heard of you again.
I used to think of these things as I marched about the streets
looking in at shop windows, or took excursions up and down the
Harbour. There's no place like Sydney Harbour in the wide, wide world
for beauty, and before I'd been there a week I was familiar with
every part of it. Still, it would have been more enjoyable, as I
hinted just now, if I had had a friend to tour about with me; and by
the same token I'm doing one man an injustice.
There was one fellow, I remember, who did offer to show me round:
I fell across him in a saloon in George Street. He was tall and
handsome, and as spic and span as a new pin till you came to look
under the surface. When he entered the bar he winked at the girl who
was serving me, and as soon as I'd finished my drink asked me to take
another with him. Seeing what his little game was, and wanting to
teach him a lesson, I lured him on by consenting. I drank with him,
and then he drank with me.
"Been long in Sydney?" he enquired casually, looking at me, and,
at the same time, stroking his fair moustache.
"Just come in," was my reply.
"Don't you find it dull work going about alone?" he enquired. "I
shall never forget my first week of it."
"You're about right," I answered. "It is dull! I don't know a
soul, bar my banker and lawyer, in the town."
"Dear me!" (more curling of the moustache). "If I can be of any
service to you while you're here, I hope you'll command me. For the
sake of 'Auld Lang Syne,' don't you know. I believe we're both
"It's very good of you," I replied modestly, affecting to be
overcome by his condescension. "I'm just off to lunch. I am staying
at the Quebec. Is it far enough for a hansom?" As he was about to
answer, a lawyer, with whom I had done a little business the day
before, walked into the room. I turned to my patronising friend and
said, "Will you excuse me for one moment? I want to speak to this
gentleman on business."
He was still all graciousness.
"I'll call a hansom and wait for you in it."
When he had left the saloon I spoke to the new arrival. He had
noticed the man I had been talking to, and was kind enough to warn me
"That man," he said, "bears a very bad reputation. He makes it his
trade to meet new arrivals from England--weak-brained young pigeons
with money. He shows them round Sydney, and plucks them so clean
that, when they leave his hands, in nine cases out of ten, they
haven't a feather left to fly with. You ought not, with your
experience of rough customers, to be taken in by him."
"Nor am I," I replied. "I am going to teach him a lesson. Would
you like to see it? Then come with me."
Arm in arm we walked into the street, watched by Mr Hawk from his
seat in the cab. When we got there we stood for a moment chatting,
and then strolled together down the pavement. Next moment I heard the
cab coming along after us, and my friend hailing me in his silkiest
tones; but though I looked him full in the face I pretended not to
know him. Seeing this he drove past us--pulled up a little further
down and sprang out to wait for me.
"I was almost afraid I had missed you," he began, as we came up
with him. "Perhaps as it is such a fine day you would rather walk
"I beg your pardon," I answered; "I'm really afraid you have the
advantage of me."
"But you have asked me to lunch with you at the Quebec. You told
me to call a hansom."
"Pardon me again! but you are really mistaken. I said I was going
to lunch at the Quebec, and asked you if it was far enough to be
worth while taking a hansom. That is your hansom, not mine. If you
don't require it any longer, I should advise you to pay the man and
let him go."
"You are a swindler, sir. I refuse to pay the cabman. It is your
I took a step closer to my fine gentleman, and, looking him full
in the face, said as quietly as possible, for I didn't want all the
street to hear:
"Mr Dorunda Dodson, let this be a lesson to you. Perhaps you'll
think twice next time before you try your little games on me!"
He stepped back as if he had been shot, hesitated a moment, and
then jumped into his cab and drove off in the opposite direction.
When he had gone I looked at my astonished companion.
"Well, now," he ejaculated at last, "how on earth did you manage
"Very easily," I replied. "I happened to remember having met that
gentleman up in our part of the world when he was in a very awkward
position--very awkward for him. By his action just now I should say
that he has not forgotten the circumstance any more than I have."
"I should rather think not. Good-day."
We shook hands and parted, he going on down the street, while I
branched off to my hotel.
That was the first of the only two adventures of any importance I
met with during my stay in New South Wales. And there's not much in
that, I fancy I can hear you saying. Well, that may be so, I don't
deny it, but it was nevertheless through that that I became mixed up
with the folk who figure in this book, and indeed it was to that very
circumstance, and that alone, I owe my connection with the queer
story I have set myself to tell. And this is how it came about.
Three days before the steamer sailed, and about four o'clock in
the afternoon, I chanced to be walking down Castlereagh Street,
wondering what on earth I should do with myself until dinner-time,
when I saw approaching me the very man whose discomfiture I have just
described. Being probably occupied planning the plucking of some
unfortunate new chum, he did not see me. And as I had no desire to
meet him again, after what had passed between us, I crossed the road
and meandered off in a different direction, eventually finding myself
located on a seat in the Domain, lighting a cigarette and looking
down over a broad expanse of harbour.
One thought led to another, and so I sat on and on long after dusk
had fallen, never stirring until a circumstance occurred on a
neighbouring path that attracted my attention. A young and
well-dressed lady was pursuing her way in my direction, evidently
intending to leave the park by the entrance I had used to come into
it. But unfortunately for her, at the junction of two paths to my
right, three of Sydney's typical larrikins were engaged in earnest
conversation. They had observed the girl coming towards them, and
were evidently preparing some plan for accosting her. When she was
only about fifty yards away, two of them walked to a distance,
leaving the third and biggest ruffian to waylay her. He did so, but
without success, she passed him and continued her walk at increased
The man thereupon quickened his pace, and, secure in the knowledge
that he was unobserved, again accosted her. Again she tried to escape
him, but this time he would not leave her. What was worse, his two
friends were now blocking the path in front. She looked to right and
left, and was evidently uncertain what to do. Then, seeing escape was
hopeless, she stopped, took out her purse, and gave it to the man who
had first spoken to her. Thinking this was going too far, I jumped up
and went quickly across the turf towards them. My footsteps made no
sound on the soft grass, and as they were too much occupied in
examining what she had given them, they did not notice my
"You scoundrels!" I said, when I had come up with them. "What do
you mean by stopping this lady? Let her go instantly; and you, my
friend, just hand over that purse."
The man addressed looked at me as if he were taking my measure,
and were wondering what sort of chance he'd have against me in a
fight. But I suppose my height must have rather scared him, for he
changed his tone and began to whine.
"I haven't got the lady's purse, s'help me, I ain't! I was only a
asking of 'er the time; I'll take me davy I was!"
"Hand over that purse!" I said sternly, approaching a step nearer
One of the others here intervened--
"Let's stowch 'im, Dog! There ain't a copper in sight!"
With that they began to close upon me. But, as the saying goes,
"I'd been there before." I'd not been knocking about the rough side
of the world for fifteen years without learning how to take care of
myself. When they had had about enough of it, which was most likely
more than they had bargained for, I took the purse and went down the
path to where the innocent cause of it all was standing. She was
looking very white and scared, but she plucked up sufficient courage
to thank me prettily.
I can see her now, standing there looking into my face with big
tears in her pretty blue eyes. She was a girl of about twenty-one or
two years of age, I should think--tall, but slenderly built, with a
sweet oval face, bright brown hair, and the most beautiful eyes I
have ever seen in my life. She was dressed in some dark green
material, wore a fawn jacket, and, because the afternoon was cold,
had a boa of marten fur round her neck. I can remember also that her
hat was of some flimsy make, with lace and glittering spear points in
it, and that the whole structure was surmounted by two bows, one of
black ribbon, the other of salmon pink.
"Oh, how can I thank you?" she began, when I had come up with her.
"But for your appearance I don't know what those men might not have
done to me."
"I am very glad that I was there to help you," I replied, looking
into her face with more admiration for its warm young beauty than
perhaps I ought to have shown. "Here is your purse. I hope you will
find its contents safe. At the same time will you let me give you a
little piece of advice. From what I have seen this afternoon this is
evidently not the sort of place for a young lady to be walking in
alone and after dark. I don't think I would risk it again if I were
She looked at me for a moment and then said:
"You are quite right. I have only myself to thank for my
misfortune. I met a friend and walked across the green with her; I
was on my way back to my carriage--which is waiting for me outside
--when I met those men. However, I think I can promise you that it
will not happen again, as I am leaving Sydney in a day or two."
Somehow, when I heard that, I began to feel glad I was booked to
leave the place too. But of course I didn't tell her so.
"May I see you safely to your carriage?" I said at last. "Those
fellows may still be hanging about on the chance of overtaking
Her courage must have come back to her, for she looked up into my
face with a smile.
"I don't think they will be rude to me again after the lesson you
have given them. But if you will walk with me I shall be very
Side by side we proceeded down the path, through the gates and out
into the street. A neat brougham was drawn up alongside the herb, and
towards this she made her way. I opened the door and held it for her
to get in. But before she did so she turned to me and stretched out
her little hand.
"Will you tell me your name, that I may know to whom I am
"My name is Hatteras. Richard Hatteras, of Thursday Island, Torres
Straits. I am staying at the Quebec."
"Thank you, Mr Hatteras, again and again. I shall always be
grateful to you for your gallantry!"
This was attaching too much importance to such a simple action,
and I was about to tell her so, when she spoke again:
"I think I ought to let you know who I am. My name is Wetherell,
and my father is the Colonial Secretary. I'm sure he will be quite as
grateful to you as I am. Goodbye."
She seemed to forget that we had already shaken hands, for she
extended her own a second time. I took it and tried to say something
polite, but she stepped into her carriage and shut the door before I
could think of anything, and next moment she was being whirled away
up the street.
Now old fogies and disappointed spinsters can say what they please
about love at first sight. I'm not a romantic sort of person--far
from it--the sort of life I had hitherto led was not of a nature
calculated to foster a belief in that sort of thing. But if I wasn't
over head and ears in love when I resumed my walk that evening, well,
I've never known what the passion is.
A daintier, prettier, sweeter little angel surely never walked the
earth than the girl I had just been permitted the opportunity of
rescuing; and from that moment forward I found my thoughts constantly
reverting to her. I seemed to retain the soft pressure of her fingers
in mine for hours afterwards, and as a proof of the perturbed state
of my feelings I may add that I congratulated myself warmly on having
worn that day my new and fashionable Sydney suit, instead of the
garments in which I had travelled down from Torres Straits, and which
I had hitherto considered quite good enough for even high days and
holidays. That she herself would remember me for more than an hour
never struck me as being likely.
Next morning I donned my best suit again, gave myself an extra
brush up, and sauntered down town to see if I could run across her in
the streets. What reason I had for thinking I should is more than I
can tell you, but at any rate I was not destined to be disappointed.
Crossing George Street a carriage passed me, and in it sat the girl
whose fair image had exercised such an effect upon my mind. That she
saw and recognized me was evidenced by the gracious bow and smile
with which she favoured me. Then she passed out of sight, and it was
a wonder that that minute didn't see the end of my career, for I
stood like one in a dream looking in the direction in which she had
gone, and it was not until two hansoms and a brewer's wagon had
nearly run me down that I realized it would be safer for me to pursue
my meditations on the side walk.
I got back to my hotel by lunch-time, and during the progress of
that meal a brilliant idea struck me. Supposing I plucked up courage
and called? Why not? It would be only a polite action to enquire if
she were any the worse for her fright. The thought was no sooner born
in my brain than I was eager to be off. But it was too early for such
a formal business, so I had to cool my heels in the hall for an hour.
Then, hailing a hansom and enquiring the direction of their
residence, I drove off to Potts Point. The house was the last in the
street--an imposing mansion standing in well-laid-out grounds. The
butler answered my ring, and in response to my enquiry dashed my
hopes to the ground by informing me that Miss Wetherell was out.
"She's very busy, you see, at present, sir. She and the master
leave for England on Friday in the Orizaba."
"What!" I cried, almost forgetting myself in my astonishment. "You
don't mean to say that Miss Wetherell goes to England in the
"I do, sir. And I do hear she's goin' 'ome to be presented at
"Ah! Thank you. Will you give her my card, and say that I hope she
is none the worse for her fright last evening?"
He took the card, and a substantial tip with it, and I went back
to my cab in the seventh heaven of delight. I was to be shipmates
with this lovely creature! For six weeks or more I should be able to
see her every day! It seemed almost too good to be true.
Instinctively I began to make all sorts of plans and preparations.
Who knew but what--but stay, we must bring ourselves up here with a
round turn, or we shall be anticipating what's to come.
To make a long story short--for it must be remembered that what I
am telling you is only the prelude to all the extraordinary things
that will have to be told later on--the day of sailing came. I went
down to the boat on the morning of her departure, and got my baggage
safely stowed away in my cabin before the rush set in. My cabin mate
was to join the ship in Adelaide, so for the first few days of the
voyage I should be alone.
About three o'clock we hove our anchor and steamed slowly down the
Bay. It was a perfect afternoon, and the harbour, with its
multitudinous craft of all nationalities and sizes, the blue water
backed by stately hills, presented a scene the beauty of which would
have appealed to the mind of the most prosaic. I had been below when
the Wetherells arrived on board, so the young lady had not yet become
aware of my presence. Whether she would betray any astonishment when
she did find out was beyond my power to tell; at any rate, I know
that I was by a long way the happiest man aboard the boat that day.
However, I was not to be kept long in suspense. Before we had reached
the Heads it was all settled, and satisfactorily so. I was standing
on the promenade deck, just abaft the main saloon entrance, watching
the panorama spread out before me, when I heard a voice I recognised
only too well say behind me:
"And so goodbye to you, dear old Sydney. Great things will have
happened when I set eyes on you again."
Little did she know how prophetic were her words. As she spoke I
turned and confronted her. For a moment she was overwhelmed with
surprise, then, stretching out her hand, she said:
"Really, Mr Hatteras, this is most wonderful. You are the last
person I expected to meet on board the Orizaba."
"And perhaps," I replied, "I might with justice say the same of
you. It looks as if we are destined to be fellow-travellers."
She turned to a tall, white-bearded man beside her.
"Papa, I must introduce you to Mr Hatteras. You will remember I
told you how kind Mr Hatteras was when those larrikins were rude to
me in the Domain."
"I am sincerely obliged to you, Mr Hatteras," he said, holding out
his hand and shaking mine heartily. "My daughter did tell me, and I
called yesterday at your hotel to thank you personally, but you were
unfortunately not at home. Are you visiting Europe?"
"Yes; I'm going home for a short visit to see the place where my
father was born."
"Are you then, like myself, an Australian native? I mean, of
course, as you know, colonial born?" asked Miss Wetherell with a
little laugh. The idea of her calling herself an Australian native in
any other sense! The very notion seemed preposterous.
"I was born at sea, a degree and a half south of Mauritius," I
answered; "so I don't exactly know what you would call me. I hope you
have comfortable cabins?"
"Very. We have made two or three voyages in this boat before, and
we always take the same places. And now, papa, we must really go and
see where poor Miss Thompson is. We are beginning to feel the swell,
and she'll be wanting to go below. Goodbye for the present, Mr
I raised my cap and watched her walk away down the deck, balancing
herself as if she had been accustomed to a heaving plank all her
life. Then I turned to watch the fast receding shore, and to my own
thoughts, which were none of the saddest, I can assure you. For it
must be confessed here, and why should I deny it? that I was in love
from the soles of my deck shoes to the cap upon my head. But as to
the chance that I, a humble pearler, would stand with one of Sydney's
wealthiest and most beautiful daughters--why, that's another matter,
and one that, for the present, I was anxious to keep behind me.
Within the week we had left Adelaide behind us, and four days
later Albany was also a thing of the past. By the time we had cleared
the Lewin we had all settled down to our life aboard ship, the bad
sailors were beginning to appear on deck again, and the medium
voyagers to make various excuses for their absences from meals. One
thing was evident, that Miss Wetherell was the belle of the ship.
Everybody paid her attention, from the skipper down to the humblest
deck hand. And this being so, I prudently kept out of the way, for I
had no desire to be thought to presume on our previous acquaintance.
Whether she noticed this I cannot tell, but at any rate her manner to
me when we did speak was more cordial than I had any right or reason
to expect it would be. Seeing this, there were not wanting people on
board who scoffed and sneered at the idea of the Colonial Secretary's
daughter noticing so humble a person as myself, and when it became
known what my exact social position was, I promise you these
malicious whisperings did not cease.
One evening, two or three days after we had left Colombo behind
us, I was standing at the rails on the promenade deck a little abaft
the smoking-room entrance, when Miss Wetherell came up and took her
place beside me. She looked very dainty and sweet in her evening
dress, and I felt, if I had known her better, I should have liked to
tell her so.
"Mr Hatteras," said she, when we had discussed the weather and the
sunset, "I have been thinking lately that you desire to avoid
"Heaven forbid! Miss Wetherell," I hastened to reply. "What on
earth can have put such a notion into your head?"
"All the same, I believe it to be true. Now, why do you do
"I have not admitted that I do it. But, perhaps, if I do seem to
deny myself the pleasure of being with you as much as some other
people I could mention, it is only because I fail to see what
possible enjoyment you can derive from my society."
"That is a very pretty speech," she answered, smiling, "but it
does not tell me what I want to know."
"And what is it that you want to know, my dear young lady?"
"I want to know why you are so much changed towards me. At first
we got on splendidly--you used to tell me of your life in Torres
Straits, of your trading ventures in the Southern Seas, and even of
your hopes for the future. Now, however, all that is changed. It is
'Good-morning, Miss Wetherell,' 'Good-evening, Miss Wetherell,' and
that is all. I must own I don't like such treatment."
"I must crave your pardon--but--"
"No, we won't have any 'buts.' If you want to be forgiven, you
must come and talk to me as you used to do. You will like the rest of
the people I'm sure when you get to know them. They are very kind to
"And you think I shall like them for that reason?"
"No, no. How silly you are! But I do so want you to be
After that there was nothing for it but for me to push myself into
a circle where I had the best reasons for knowing that I was not
wanted. However, it had its good side: I saw more of Miss Wetherell;
so much more indeed that I began to notice that her father did not
quite approve of it. But, whatever he may have thought, he said
nothing to me on the subject.
A fortnight or so later we were at Aden leaving that barren rock
about four o'clock, and entering the Red Sea the same evening. The
Suez Canal passed through, and Port Said behind us, we were in the
Mediterranean, and for the first time in my life I stood in
At Naples the Wetherells were to say goodbye to the boat, and
continue the rest of their journey home across the Continent. As the
hour of separation approached, I must confess I began to dread it
more and more. And somehow, I fancy, she was not quite as happy as
she used to be. You will probably ask what grounds I had for
believing that a girl like Miss Wetherell would take any interest in
a man like myself; and it is a question I can no more answer than I
can fly. And yet, when I came to think it all out, I was not without
We were to reach port the following morning. The night was very
still, the water almost unruffled. Somehow it came about that Miss
Wetherell and I found ourselves together in the same sheltered spot
where she had spoken to me on the occasion referred to before. The
stars in the east were paling preparatory to the rising of the moon.
I glanced at my companion as she leant against the rails scanning the
quiet sea, and noticed the sweet wistfulness of her expression. Then,
suddenly, a great desire came over me to tell her of my love. Surely,
even if she could not return it, there would be no harm in letting
her know how I felt towards her. For this reason I drew a little
closer to her.
"And so, Miss Wetherell," I said, "tomorrow we are to bid each
other goodbye; never, perhaps, to meet again."
"Oh, no, Mr Hatteras," she answered, "we won't say that. Surely we
shall see something of each other somewhere. The world is very tiny
"To those who desire to avoid each other, perhaps, but for those
who wish to find it is still too large."
"Well, then, we must hope for the best. Who knows but that we may
run across each other in London. I think it is very probable."
"And will that meeting be altogether distasteful to you?" I asked,
quite expecting that she would answer with her usual frankness. But
to my surprise she did not speak, only turned half away from me. Had
I offended her?
"Miss Wetherell, pray forgive my rudeness," I said hastily. "I
ought to have known I had no right to ask you such a question."
"And why shouldn't you?" she replied, this time turning her sweet
face towards me. "No, Mr Hatteras, I will tell you frankly, I should
very much like to see you again."
With that all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my head.
Could I be dreaming? Or had she really said she would like to see me
again? I would try my luck now whatever came of it.
"You cannot think how pleasant our intercourse has been to me," I
said. "And now I have to go back to my lonely, miserable existence
"But you should not say that; you have your work in life!"
"Yes, but what is that to me when I have no one to work for? Can
you conceive anything more awful than my loneliness? Remember as far
as I know I am absolutely without kith and kin. There is not a single
soul to care for me in the whole world--not one to whom my death
would be a matter of the least concern."
"Oh, don't--don't say that!"
Her voice faltered so that I turned from the sea and contemplated
"It is true, Miss Wetherell, bitterly true."
"It is not true. It cannot be true!"
"If only I could think it would be some little matter of concern
to you I should go back to my work with a happier heart."
Again she turned her face from me. My arm lay beside hers upon the
bulwarks, and I could feel that she was trembling. Brutal though it
may seem to say so, this gave me fresh courage. I said slowly,
bending my face a little towards her:
"Would it affect you, Phyllis?"
One little hand fell from the bulwarks to her side, and as I spoke
I took possession of it. She did not appear to have heard my
question, so I repeated it. Then her head went down upon the
bulwarks, but not before I had caught the whispered "yes" that
escaped her lips.
Before she could guess what was going to happen, I had taken her
in my arms and smothered her face with kisses.
Nor did she offer any resistance. I knew the whole truth now. She
was mine, she loved me--me--me--me! The whole world seemed to re-echo
the news, the very sea to ring with it, and just as I learned from
her own dear lips the story of her love, the great moon rose as if to
listen. Can you imagine my happiness, my delight? She was mine, this
lovely girl, my very own! bound to me by all the bonds of love. Oh,
happy hour! Oh, sweet delight!
I pressed her to my heart again and again. She looked into my face
and then away from me, her sweet eyes suffused with tears, then
suddenly her expression changed. I turned to see what ailed her, and
to my discomfiture discovered her father stalking along the silent
deck towards us.
Whispering to her to leave us she sped away, and I was left alone
with her angry parent. That he was angry I judged from his face; nor
was I wrong in my conjecture.
"Mr Hatteras," he said severely, "pray what does this mean? How is
it that I find you in this undignified position with my
"Mr Wetherell," I answered, "I can see that an explanation is due
to you. Just before you came up I was courageous enough to tell your
daughter that I loved her. She has been generous enough to inform me
that she returns my affection. And now the best course for me to
pursue is to ask your permission to make her my wife."
"You presume, sir, upon the service you rendered my daughter in
Sydney. I did not think you would follow it up in this fashion."
"Your daughter is free to love whom she pleases, I take it," I
said, my temper, fanned by the tone he adopted, getting a little the
better of my judgment. "She has been good enough to promise to marry
me--if I can obtain your permission. Have you any objection to
"Only one, and that one is insuperable! Understand me, I forbid it
once and for all! In every particular--without hope of change--I
"As you must see it is a matter which affects the happiness of two
lives, I feel sure you will be good enough to tell me your
"I must decline any discussion on the matter at all. You have my
answer, I forbid it!"
"This is to be final, then? I am to understand that you are not to
be brought to change your mind by any actions of mine?"
"No, sir, I am not! What I have said is irrevocable. The idea is
not to be thought of for a moment. And while I am on this subject let
me tell you that your conduct towards my daughter on board this ship
has been very distasteful to me. I have the honour to wish you a very
"Stay, Mr Wetherell," I said, as he turned to go. "You have been
kind enough to favour me with your views. Now I will give you mine.
Your daughter loves me. I am an honest and an industrious man, and I
love her with my whole heart and soul. I tell you now, and though you
decline to treat me with proper fairness, I give you warning that I
intend to marry her if she will still have me--with your consent or
"You are insolent, sir."
"I assure you I have no desire to be. I endeavour to remember that
you are her father, though I must own you lack her sense of what is
fair and right."
"I will not discuss the question any further with you. You know my
absolute decision. Good-night!"
With anger and happiness struggling in my breast for the mastery,
I paced that deck for hours. My heart swelled with joy at the
knowledge that my darling loved me, but it sank like lead when I
considered the difficulties which threatened us if her father
persisted in his present determination. At last, just as eight bells
was striking (twelve o'clock), I went below to my cabin. My
fellow-passenger was fast asleep--a fact which I was grateful for
when I discovered propped against my bottle-rack a tiny envelope with
my name inscribed upon it. Tearing it open I read the following:
"MY OWN DEAREST,--
"My father has just informed me of his interview with you. I cannot
understand it or ascribe a reason for it. But whatever happens,
remember that I will be your wife, and the wife of no other. May God
bless and keep you always.
"P.S.--Before we leave the ship you must let me know your address in
London." With such a letter under my pillow, can it be doubted that
my dreams were good? How little I guessed the accumulation of
troubles to which this little unpleasantness with Mr Wetherell was
destined to be the prelude!
CHAPTER II. London
NOW that I come to think the matter out, I don't know that I could
give you any definite idea of what my first impressions of London
were. One thing at least is certain, I had never had experience of
anything approaching such a city before, and, between ourselves, I
can't say that I ever want to again. The constant rush and roar of
traffic, the crowds of people jostling each other on the pavements,
the happiness and the misery, the riches and the poverty, all mixed
up together in one jumble, like good and bad fruit in a basket,
fairly took my breath away; and when I went down, that first
afternoon, and saw the Park in all its summer glory, my amazement may
be better imagined than described.
I could have watched the carriages, horsemen, and promenaders for
hours on end without any sense of weariness. And when a bystander,
seeing that I was a stranger, took compassion upon my ignorance and
condescended to point out to me the various celebrities present, my
pleasure was complete. There certainly is no place like London for
show and glitter, I'll grant you that; but all the same I'd no more
think of taking up my permanent abode in it than I'd try to cross the
Atlantic in a Chinese sampan.
Having before I left Sydney been recommended to a quiet hotel in a
neighbourhood near the Strand, convenient both for sightseeing and
business, I had my luggage conveyed thither, and prepared to make
myself comfortable for a time. Every day I waited eagerly for a
letter from my sweetheart, the more impatiently because its
non-arrival convinced me that they had not yet arrived in London. As
it turned out, they had delayed their departure from Naples for two
days, and had spent another three in Florence, two in Rome, and a day
and a half in Paris.
One morning, however, my faithful watch over the letter rack,
which was already becoming a standing joke in the hotel, was
rewarded. An envelope bearing an English stamp and postmark, and
addressed in a handwriting as familiar to me as my own, stared me in
the face. To take it out and break the seal was the work of a moment.
It was only a matter of a few lines, but it brought me news that
raised me to the seventh heaven of delight.
Mr and Miss Wetherell had arrived in London the previous
afternoon, they were staying at the Hotel Metropole, would leave town
for the country at the end of the week, but in the meantime, if I
wished to see her, my sweetheart would be in the entrance hall of the
British Museum the following morning at eleven o'clock.
How I conducted myself in the interval between my receipt of the
letter and the time of the appointment, I have not the least
remembrance; I know, however, that half-past ten, on the following
morning, found me pacing up and down the street before that venerable
pile, scanning with eager eyes every conveyance that approached me
from the right or left. The minutes dragged by with intolerable
slowness, but at length the time arrived.
A kindly church clock in the neighbourhood struck the hour, and
others all round it immediately took up the tale. Before the last
stroke had died away a hansom turned towards the gates from Bury
Street, and in it, looking the picture of health and dainty beauty,
sat the girl who, I had good reason to know, was more than all the
world to me. To attract her attention and signal to the driver to
pull up was the work of a second, and a minute later I had helped her
to alight, and we were strolling together across the square towards
"Ah, Dick," she said, with a roguish smile, in answer to a
question of mine, "you don't know what trouble I had to get away this
morning. Papa had a dozen places he wished me to go to with him. But
when I told him that I had some very important business of my own to
attend to before I could go calling, he was kind enough to let me
"I'll be bound he thought you meant business with a dressmaker," I
laughingly replied, determined to show her that I was not unversed in
the ways of women.
"I'm afraid he did," she answered, blushing, "and for that very
reason alone I feel horribly guilty. But my heart told me I must see
you at once, whatever happened."
Could any man desire a prettier speech than that? If so, I was not
that man. We were inside the building by this time, ascending the
great staircase. A number of pretty, well-dressed girls were to be
seen moving about the rooms and corridors, but not one who could in
any way compare with the fair Australian by my side. As we entered
the room at the top of the stairs, I thought it a good opportunity to
ask the question I had been longing to put to her.
"Phyllis, my sweetheart," I said, with almost a tremor in my
voice, "it is a fortnight now since I spoke to you. You have had
plenty of time to consider our position. Have you regretted giving me
We came to a standstill, and leant over a case together, but what
it contained I'm sure I haven't the very vaguest idea.
She looked up into my face with a sweet smile.
"Not for one single instant, Dick! Having once given you my love,
is it likely I should want it back again?"
"I don't know. Somehow I can't discover sufficient reason for your
giving it to me at all."
"Well, be sure I'm not going to tell you. You might grow
conceited. Isn't it sufficient that I do love you, and that I am not
going to give you up, whatever happens?"
"More than sufficient," I answered solemnly. "But, Phyllis, don't
you think I can induce your father to relent? Surely as a good parent
he must be anxious to promote your happiness at any cost to
"I can't understand it at all. He has been so devoted to me all my
life that his conduct now is quite inexplicable. Never once has he
denied me anything I really set my heart upon, and he always promised
me that I should be allowed to marry whomsoever I pleased, provided
he was a good and honourable man, and one of whom he could in any way
approve. And you are all that, Dick, or I shouldn't have loved you, I
"I don't think I'm any worse than the ordinary run of men,
dearest, if I am no better. At any rate I love you with a true and
honourable love. But don't you think he will come round in time?"
"I'm almost afraid not. He referred to it only yesterday, and
seemed quite angry that I should have dared to entertain any thought
of you after what he said to me on board ship. It was the first time
in my life he ever spoke to me in such a tone, and I felt it keenly.
No, Dick, there is something behind it all that I cannot understand.
Some mystery that I would give anything to fathom. Papa has not been
himself ever since we started for England. Indeed, his very reason
for coming at all is an enigma to me. And now that he is here, he
seems in continual dread of meeting somebody--but who that somebody
is, and why my father, who has the name and reputation of being such
a courageous, determined, honourable man, should be afraid, is a
thing I cannot understand."
"It's all very mysterious and unfortunate. But surely something
can be done? Don't you think if I were to see him again, and put the
matter more plainly before him, something might be arranged?"
"It would be worse than useless at present, I fear. No, you must
just leave it to me, and I'll do my best to talk him round. Ever
since my mother died I have been as his right hand, and it will be
strange if he does not listen to me and see reason in the end."
Seeing who it was that would plead with him I did not doubt
By this time we had wandered through many rooms, and now found
ourselves in the Egyptian Department, surrounded by embalmed dead
folk and queer objects of all sorts and descriptions. There was
something almost startling about our love-making in such a place,
among these men and women, whose wooings had been conducted in a
country so widely different to ours, and in an age that was dead and
gone over two thousand years ere we were born. I spoke of this to
Phyllis. She laughed and gave a little shiver.
"I wonder," she said, looking down on the swathed-up figure of a
princess of the royal house of Egypt, lying stretched out in the case
beside which we sat, "if this great lady, who lies so still and
silent now, had any trouble with her love affair?"
"Perhaps she had more than one beau to her string, and not being
allowed to have one took the other," I answered; "though from what we
can see of her now she doesn't look as if she were ever capable of
exercising much fascination, does she?"
As I spoke I looked from the case to the girl and compared the
swaddled-up figure with the healthy, living, lovely creature by my
side. But I hadn't much time for comparison. My sweetheart had taken
her watch from her pocket and was glancing at the dial.
"A quarter to twelve!" she cried in alarm. "Oh, Dick, I must be
going. I promised to meet papa at twelve, and whatever happens I must
not keep him waiting."
She rose and was about to pull on her gloves. But before she had
time to do so I had taken a little case from my pocket and opened it.
When she saw what it contained she could not help a little womanly
cry of delight.
"Oh, Dick! you naughty, extravagant boy!"
"Why, dearest? Why naughty or extravagant to give the woman I love
a little token of my affection?" As I spoke I slipped the ring over
her pretty finger and raised the hand to my lips.
"Will you try," I said, "whenever you look at that ring, to
remember that the man who gave it to you loves you with his whole
heart and soul, and will count no trouble too great, or no exertion
too hard, to make you happy?"
"I will remember," she said solemnly, and when I looked I saw that
tears stood in her eyes. She brushed them hastily away, and after an
interlude which it hardly becomes me to mention here, we went down
the stairs again and out into the street, almost in silence.
Having called a cab, I placed her in it and nervously asked the
question that had been sometime upon my mind:--
"When shall I see you again?"
"I cannot tell," she answered. "Perhaps next week. But I'll let
you know. In the meantime don't despair; all will come right yet!
"Goodbye and God bless you!"
I lifted my hat, she waved her hand, and next moment the hansom
had disappeared round the corner.
Having seen the last of her I wandered slowly down the pavement
towards Oxford Street, then turning to my left hand, made my way
citywards. My mind was full of my interview with the sweet girl who
had just left me, and I wandered on and on, wrapped in my own
thoughts, until I found myself in a quarter of London into which I
had never hitherto penetrated. The streets were narrow, and, as if to
be in keeping with the general air of gloom, the shops were small and
their wares of a peculiarly sordid nature; hand-carts, barrows, and
stalls lined the grimy pavements, and the noise was deafening.
A church clock somewhere in the neighbourhood struck 'One,' and as
I was beginning to feel hungry, and knew myself to be a long way from
my hotel, I cast about me for a lunching-place. But it was some time
before I encountered the class of restaurant I wanted. When I did it
was situated at the corner of two streets, carried a foreign name
over the door, and, though considerably the worse for wear, presented
a cleaner appearance than any other I had as yet experienced.
Pushing the door open I entered. An unmistakable Frenchman, whose
appearance, however, betokened long residence in England, stood
behind a narrow counter polishing an absinthe glass. He bowed
politely and asked my business.
"Can I have lunch?" I asked.
"Oui, monsieur! Cer-tain-lee. If monsieur will walk upstairs I
will take his order."
Waving his hand in the direction of a staircase in the corner of
the shop he again bowed elaborately, while I, following the direction
he indicated, proceeded to the room above. It was long and lofty,
commanded an excellent view of both thoroughfares, and was furnished
with a few inferior pictures, a much worn oilcloth, half a dozen
small marble-top tables, and four times as many chairs.
When I entered three men were in occupation. Two were playing
chess at a side table, while the third, who had evidently no
connection with them, was watching the game from a distance, at the
same time pretending to be absorbed in his paper. Seating myself at a
table near the door, I examined the bill of fare, selected my lunch,
and in order to amuse myself while it was preparing, fell to
scrutinizing my companions.
Of the chess-players, one was a big, burly fellow, with enormous
arms, protruding rheumy eyes, a florid complexion, and a voluminous
red beard. His opponent was of a much smaller build, with pale
features, a tiny moustache, and watery blue eyes. He wore a
pince-nez, and from the length of his hair and a dab of crimson lake
upon his shirt cuff, I argued him an artist.
Leaving the chess-players, my eyes lighted on the stranger on the
other side. He was more interesting in every way. Indeed, I was
surprised to see a man of his stamp in the house at all. He was tall
and slim, but exquisitely formed, and plainly the possessor of
enormous strength. His head, if only from a phrenological point of
view, was a magnificent one, crowned with a wealth of jet black hair.
His eyes were dark as night, and glittered like those of a snake. His
complexion was of a decidedly olive hue, though, as he sat in the
shadow of the corner, it was difficult to tell this at first
But what most fascinated me about this curious individual was the
interest he was taking in the game the other men were playing. He
kept his eyes fixed upon the board, looked anxiously from one to the
other as a move trembled in the balance, smiled sardonically when his
desires were realised, and sighed almost aloud when a mistake was
Every moment I expected his anxiety or disappointment to find vent
in words, but he always managed to control himself in time. When he
became excited I noticed that his whole body quivered under its
influence, and once when the smaller of the players made an
injudicious move a look flew into his face that was full of such
malignant intensity that I'll own I was influenced by it. What effect
it would have had upon the innocent cause of it all, had he seen it,
I should have been sorry to conjecture.
Just as my lunch made its appearance the game reached a
conclusion, and the taller of the two players, having made a remark
in German, rose to leave. It was evident that the smaller man had
won, and in an excess of pride, to which I gathered his nature was
not altogether a stranger, he looked round the room as if in
Doing so, his eyes met those of the man in the corner. I glanced
from one to the other, but my gaze rested longest on the face of the
smaller man. So fascinated did he seem to be by the other's stare
that his eyes became set and stony. It was just as if he were being
mesmerised. The person he looked at rose, approached him, sat down at
the table and began to arrange the men on the board without a word.
Then he looked up again.
"May I have the pleasure of giving you a game?" he asked in
excellent English, bowing slightly as he spoke, and moving a pawn
with his long white fingers.
The little man found voice enough to murmur an appropriate reply,
and they began their game, while I turned to my lunch. But, in spite
of myself, I found my eyes continually reverting to what was
happening at the other table. And, indeed, it was a curious sight I
The tall man had thrown himself into the business of the game,
heart and soul. He half sat, half crouched over the board, reminding
me more of a hawk hovering over a poultry yard than anything else I
can liken him to.
His eyes were riveted first on the men before him and then on his
opponent--his long fingers twitched and twined over each move, and
seemed as if they would never release their hold. Not once did he
speak, but his attitude was more expressive than any words.
The effect on the little man, his companion, was overwhelming. He
was quite unable to do anything, but sat huddled up in his chair as
if terrified by his demoniacal companion. The result even a child
might have foreseen. The tall man won, and the little man, only too
glad to have come out of the ordeal with a whole skin, seized his hat
and, with a half-uttered apology, darted from the room.
For a moment or two his extraordinary opponent sat playing with
the chessmen. Then he looked across at me and without hesitation
said, accompanying his remark with a curious smile, for which I could
not at all account:--
"I think you will agree with me that the limitations of the fool
are the birth gifts of the wise!"
Not knowing what reply to make to this singular assertion, I
wisely held my tongue. This brought about a change in his demeanour;
he rose from his seat, and came across to where I sat. Seating
himself in a chair directly opposite me, he folded his hands in his
lap, after the manner of a demure old spinster, and, having looked at
me earnestly, said with an almost indescribable sweetness of tone:
"I think you will allow, Mr Hatteras, that half the world is born
for the other half to prey upon!"
For a moment I was too much astonished to speak; how on earth had
he become aware of my name? I stumbled out some sort of reply, which
evidently did not impress him very much, for he began again:
"Our friend who has just left us will most certainly be one of
those preyed upon. I pity him because he will not have the smallest
grain of pleasure in his life. You, Mr Hatteras, on the other hand,
will, unwittingly, be in the other camp. Circumstances will arrange
that for you. Some have, of course, no desire to prey; but necessity
forces it on them. Yourself, for instance. Some only prey when they
are quite sure there will be no manner of risk. Our German friend who
played the previous game is an example. Others, again, never lose an
opportunity. Candidly speaking, to which class should you imagine I
He smiled as he put the question, and, his thin lips parting, I
could just catch the glitter of the short teeth with which his mouth
was furnished. For the third time since I had made his acquaintance I
did not know which way to answer. However, I made a shot and said
"I really know nothing about you," I answered. "But from your
kindness in giving our artist friend a game, and now in allowing me
the benefit of your conversation, I should say you only prey upon
your fellow-men when dire extremity drives you to it."
"And you would be wrong. I am of the last class I mentioned. There
is only one sport of any interest to me in life, and that is the
opportunity of making capital out of my fellow humans. You see, I am
candid with you, Mr Hatteras!"
"Pray excuse me. But you know my name! As I have never, to my
knowledge, set eyes on you before, would you mind telling me how you
became acquainted with it?"
"With every pleasure. But before I do so I think it only fair to
tell you that you will not believe my explanation. And yet it should
convince you. At any rate we'll try. In your right-hand top waistcoat
pocket you have three cards." Here he leant his head on his hands and
shut his eyes. "One is crinkled and torn, but it has written on it,
in pencil, the name of Edward Braithwaite, Macquarrie Street, Sydney.
I presume the name is Braithwaite, but the t and e are almost
illegible. The second is rather a high sounding one--the Hon.
Sylvester Wetherell, Potts Point, Sydney, New South Wales, and the
third is, I take it, your own, Richard Hatteras. Am I right?"
I put my fingers in my pocket, and drew out what it contained--a
half-sovereign, a shilling, a small piece of pencil, and three cards.
The first, a well-worn piece of pasteboard, bore, surely enough, the
name of Edward Braithwaite, and was that of the solicitor with whom I
transacted my business in Sydney; the second was given me by my
sweetheart's father the day before we left Australia; and the third
was certainly my own.
Was this witchcraft or only some clever conjuring trick? I asked
myself the question, but could give it no satisfactory answer. At any
rate you may be sure it did not lessen my respect for my singular
"Ah! I am right then!" he cried exultingly. "Isn't it strange how
the love of being right remains with us, when we think we have safely
combatted every other self-conceit. Well, Mr Hatteras, I am very
pleased to have made your acquaintance. Somehow I think we are
destined to meet again--where I cannot say. At any rate, let us hope
that that meeting will be as pleasant and successful as this has
But I hardly heard what he said. I was still puzzling my brains
over his extraordinary conjuring trick--for trick I am convinced it
was. He had risen and was slowly drawing on his gloves when I
"I have been thinking over those cards," I said, "and I am
considerably puzzled. How on earth did you know they were there?"
"If I told you, you would have no more faith in my powers. So with
your permission I will assume the virtue of modesty. Call it a
conjuring trick, if you like. Many curious things are hidden under
that comprehensive term. But that is neither here nor there. Before I
go would you like to see one more?"
"Very much, indeed, if it's as good as the last!" I replied.
In the window stood a large glass dish, half full of water and
having a dark brown fly paper floating on the surface. He brought it
across to the table at which I sat, and having drained the water into
a jug near by, left the paper sticking to the bottom.
This done, he took a tiny leather case from his pocket and a small
bottle out of that again. From this bottle he poured a few drops of
some highly pungent liquid on to the paper, with the result that it
grew black as ink and threw off a tiny vapour, which licked the edges
of the bowl and curled upwards in a faint spiral column.
"There, Mr Hatteras, this is a--well, a trick--I learned from an
old woman in Benares. It is a better one than the last and will repay
your interest. If you will look on that paper for a moment, and try
to concentrate your attention, you will see something that will, I
think, astonish you."
Hardly believing that I should see anything at all I looked. But
for some seconds without success. My scepticism, however, soon left
me. At first I saw only the coarse grain of the paper and the thin
vapour rising from it. Then the knowledge that I was gazing into a
dish vanished, I forgot my companion and the previous conjuring trick.
I saw only a picture opening out before me--that of a handsomely
furnished room, in which was a girl sitting in an easy chair crying
as if her heart were breaking. The room I had never seen before, but
the girl I should have known among a thousand. She was Phyllis, my
I looked and looked, and as I gazed at her I heard her call my
name. "Oh, Dick! Dick! come to me!" Instantly I sprang to my feet,
meaning to cross the room to her. Next moment I became aware of a
loud crash. The scene vanished, my senses came back to me, and to my
astonishment I found myself standing alongside the overturned
restaurant table. The glass dish lay on the floor shattered into a
thousand fragments. My friend, the conjuror, had disappeared.
Having righted the table again, I went downstairs and explained my
misfortune. When I had paid my bill I took my departure, more
troubled in mind than I cared to confess. That it was only what he
had called it, a conjuring trick, I felt I ought to be certain, but
still it was clever and uncanny enough to render me very
In vain I tried to drive the remembrance of the scene I had
witnessed from my brain, but it would not be dispelled. At length, to
satisfy myself, I resolved that if the memory of it remained with me
so vividly in the morning I would take the bull by the horns and call
at the Metropole to make enquiries.
I returned to my hotel in time for dinner, but still I could not
rid myself of the feeling that some calamity was approaching. Having
sent my meal away almost untouched, I called a hansom and drove to
the nearest theatre, but the picture of Phyllis crying and calling
for me in vain kept me company throughout the performance, and
brought me home more miserable at the end than I had started. All
night long I dreamed of it, seeing the same picture again and again,
and hearing the same despairing cry, "Oh, Dick! Dick! come to
In the morning there was only one thing to be done. Accordingly,
after breakfast I set off to make sure that nothing was the matter.
On the way I tried to reason with myself. I asked how it was that I,
Dick Hatteras, a man who thought he knew the world so well, should
have been so impressed with a bit of wizardry as to be willing to
risk making a fool of myself before the two last people in the world
I wanted to think me one. Once I almost determined to turn back, but
while the intention held me the picture rose again before my mind's
eye, and on I went more resolved to solve the mystery than
Arriving at the hotel, I paid my cabman and entered the hall. A
gorgeously caparisoned porter stood on the steps, and of him I
enquired where I could find Miss Wetherell. Imagine my surprise when
"They've left sir. Started yesterday afternoon, quite suddenly,
for Paris, on their way back to Australia!"
CHAPTER III. I Visit My Relations
FOR the moment I could hardly believe my ears. Gone? Why had they
gone? What could have induced them to leave England so suddenly? I
questioned the hall porter on the subject, but he could tell me
nothing save that they had departed for Paris the previous day,
intending to proceed across the Continent in order to catch the first
Australian boat at Naples.
Feeling that I should only look ridiculous if I stayed questioning
the man any longer, I pressed a tip into his hand and went slowly
back to my own hotel to try and think it all out. But though I
devoted some hours to it, I could arrive at no satisfactory
conclusion. The one vital point remained and was not to be disputed
--they were gone. But the mail that evening brought me enlightenment
in the shape of a letter, written in London and posted in Dover. It
ran as follows:
"MY OWN DEAREST.--Something terrible has happened to papa! I cannot
tell you what, because I do not know myself. He went out this morning
in the best of health and spirits, and returned half an hour ago
trembling like a leaf and white as a sheet. He had only strength
enough left to reach a chair in my sitting-room before he fainted
dead away. When he came to himself again he said, 'Tell your maid to
pack at once. There is not a moment to lose. We start for Paris this
evening to catch the next boat leaving Naples for Australia.' I said,
'But, papa!' 'Not a word,' he answered 'I have seen somebody this
morning whose presence renders it impossible for us to remain an
instant longer in England. Go and pack at once, unless you wish my
death to lie at your door.' After that I could, of course, say
nothing. I have packed, and now, in half an hour, we leave England
again. If I could only see you to say goodbye; but that, too, is
impossible. I cannot tell what it all means, but that it is very
serious business that takes us away so suddenly I feel convinced. My
father seems frightened to remain in London a minute longer than he
can help. He even stands at the window as I write, earnestly
scrutinising everybody who enters the hotel. And now, my own--"
But what follows, the reiterations of her affection, her vows to
be true to me, etc., etc., could have no possible interest for any
one save lovers. And even those sympathetic ones I have,
unfortunately, not the leisure now to gratify.
I sat like one stunned. All enjoyment seemed suddenly to have gone
out of life for me. I could only sit twirling the paper in my hand
and picturing the train flying remorselessly across France, bearing
away from me the girl I loved better than all the world. I went down
to the Park, but the scene there had no longer any interest in my
eyes. I went later on to a theatre, but I found no enjoyment in the
piece performed. London had suddenly become distasteful to me. I felt
I must get out of it; but where could I go? Every place was alike in
my present humour. Then one of the original motives of my journey
rose before me, and I determined to act on the suggestion.
Next morning I accordingly set off for Hampshire to try, if
possible, to find my father's old home. What sort of a place it would
turn out to be I had not the very remotest idea. But I'd got the
address by heart, and, with the help of a Bradshaw, for that place I
Leaving the train at Lyndhurst Road--for the village I was in
search of was situated in the heart of the New Forest--I hired a
ramshackle conveyance from the nearest innkeeper and started off for
it. The man who drove me had lived in the neighbourhood, so he found
early occasion to inform me, all his seventy odd years, and it struck
him as a humorous circumstance that he had never in his life been
even as far as Southampton, a matter of only a few miles by road and
ten minutes by rail.
And that self-same sticking at home is one of the things about
England and yokel Englishmen that for the life of me I cannot
understand. It seems to me--of course, I don't put it forward that
I'm right--that a man might just as well be dead as only know God's
world for twenty miles around him. It argues a poverty of interest in
the rest of creation--a sort of mud-turtle existence, that's neither
encouraging nor particularly ornamental. And yet if everybody went
a-travelling where would the prosperity of England be? That's a point
against my argument, I must confess. Well, perhaps we had travelled a
matter of two miles when it struck me to ask my charioteer about the
place to which we were proceeding. It was within the bounds of
possibility, I thought, that he might once have known my father. I
determined to try him. So waiting till we had passed a load of hay
coming along the lane, I put the question to him.
To my surprise, he had no sooner heard the name than he became as
excited as it was possible for him to be.
"Hatteras!" he cried. "Be ye a Hatteras? Well, well, now, dearie
me, who'd ha' thought it!"
"Do you know the name so well, then?"
"Ay! ay! I know the name well enough; who doesn't in these parts?
There was the old squire and Lady Margaret when first I remember.
Then Squire Jasper and his son, the captain, as was killed in the
mutiny in foreign parts--and Master James--"
"James--that was my father's name. James Dymoke Hatteras."
"You Master James' son--you don't say! Well! well! Now to think of
that too! Him that ran away from home after words with the Squire and
went to foreign parts. Who'd have thought it! Lawksee me! Sir William
will be right down glad to see ye, I'll be bound."
"Sir William, and who's Sir William?"
"He's the only one left now, sir. Lives up at the House. Ah, dear!
ah, dear! There's been a power o' trouble in the family these years
By this time the aspect of the country was changing. We had left
the lane behind us, ascended a short hill, and were now descending it
again through what looked to my eyes more like a stately private
avenue than a public road. Beautiful elms reared themselves on either
hand and intermingled their branches overhead; while before us,
through a gap in the foliage, we could just distinguish the winding
river, with the thatched roofs of the village, of which we had come
in search, lining its banks, and the old grey tower of the church
keeping watch and ward over all.
There was to my mind something indescribably peaceful and even sad
about that view, a mute sympathy with the Past that I could hardly
account for, seeing that I was Colonial born and bred. For the first
time since my arrival in England the real beauty of the place came
home upon me. I felt as if I could have looked for ever on that quiet
and peaceful spot.
When we reached the bottom of the hill, and had turned the corner,
a broad, well-made stone bridge confronted us. On the other side of
this was an old-fashioned country inn, with its signboard dangling
from the house front, and opposite it again a dilapidated cottage
lolling beside two iron gates. The gates were eight feet or more in
height, made of finely wrought iron, and supported by big stone
posts, on the top of which two stone animals, griffins, I believe
they are called, holding shields in their claws, looked down on
passers-by in ferocious grandeur. From behind the gates an avenue
wound and disappeared into the wood.
Without consulting me, my old charioteer drove into the inn yard,
and, having thrown the reins to an ostler, descended from the
vehicle. I followed his example, and then enquired the name of the
place inside the gates. My guide, philosopher, and friend looked at
me rather queerly for a second or two, and then recollecting that I
was a stranger to the place, said:--
"That be the Hall I was telling 'ee about. That's where Sir
"Then that's where my father was born?"
He nodded his head, and as he did so I noticed that the ostler
stopped his work of unharnessing the horse, and looked at me in
rather a surprised fashion.
"Well, that being so," I said, taking my stick from the trap, and
preparing to stroll off, "I'm just going to investigate a bit. You
bring yourself to an anchor in yonder, my friend, and don't stir till
I come for you again."
He took himself into the inn without more ado, and I crossed the
road towards the gates. They were locked, but the little entrance by
the tumble-down cottage stood open, and passing through this I
started up the drive. It was a perfect afternoon, the sunshine
straggled in through the leafy canopy overhead and danced upon my
path. To the right were the thick fastnesses of the preserves; while
on my left, across the meadows I could discern the sparkle of water
on a weir. I must have proceeded for nearly a mile through the wood
before I caught sight of the house. Then, what a strange experience
Leaving the shelter of the trees, I opened on to as beautiful a
park as the mind of man could imagine. A herd of deer were grazing
quietly just before me, a woodman was eating his dinner in the shadow
of an oak; but it was not upon deer or woodman that I looked, but at
the house that stared at me across the undulating sea of grass.
It was a noble building, of grey stone, in shape almost square,
with many curious buttresses and angles. The drive ran up to it with
a grand sweep, and upon the green that fronted it some big trees
reared their stately heads. In my time I'd heard a lot of talk about
the stately homes of England, but this was the first time I had ever
set eyes on one. And to think that this was my father's birthplace,
the house where my ancestors had lived for centuries! I could only
stand and stare at it in sheer amazement.
You see, my father had always been a very silent man, and though
he used sometimes to tell us yarns about scrapes he'd got into as a
boy, and how his father was a very stern man, and had sent him to a
public school, because his tutor found him unmanageable, we never
thought that he'd been anything very much in the old days--at any
rate, not one of such a family as owned this house.
To tell the truth, I felt a bit doubtful as to what I'd better do.
Somehow I was rather nervous about going up to the house and
introducing myself as a member of the family without any credentials
to back my assertion up; and yet, on the other hand, I did not want
to go away and have it always rankling in my mind that I'd seen the
old place and been afraid to go inside. My mind once made up,
however, off I went, crossed the park, and made towards the front
door. On nearer approach, I discovered that everything showed the
same neglect I had noticed at the lodge. The drive was overgrown with
weeds; no carriage seemed to have passed along it for ages. Shutters
enclosed many of the windows, and where they did not, not one but
several of the panes were broken. Entering the great stone porch, in
which it would have been possible to seat a score of people, I pulled
the antique doorbell, and waited, while the peal re-echoed down the
corridors, for the curtain to go up on the next scene in my domestic
Presently I heard footsteps approaching. A key turned in the lock,
and the great door swung open. An old man, whose years could hardly
have totalled less than seventy years, stood before me, dressed in a
suit of solemn black; almost green with age. He enquired my business
in a wheezy whisper. In reply I asked if Sir William Hatteras were at
home. Informing me that he would find out, he left me to cool my
heels where I stood, and to ruminate on the queerness of my position.
In five minutes or so he returned, and signed to me to follow
The hall was in keeping with the outside of the building, lofty
and imposing. The floor was of oak, almost black with age, the walls
were beautifully wainscoted and carved, and here and there tall
armoured figures looked down upon me in disdainful silence. But the
crowning glory of all was the magnificent staircase that ran up from
the centre. It was wide enough and strong enough to have taken a
coach and four, the pillars that supported it were exquisitely
carved, as were the banisters and rails. Half-way up was a sort of
landing, from which again the stairs branched off to right and
Above this landing-place, and throwing a stream of coloured light
down into the hall, was a magnificent stained-glass window, and on a
lozenge in the centre of it the arms that had so much puzzled me on
the gateway. A nobler hall no one could wish to possess, but brooding
over it was the same air of poverty and neglect I had noticed all
about the place. By the time I had taken in these things, my guide
had reached a door at the further end. Pushing it open he bade me
enter, and I did so, to find a tall, elderly man of stern aspect
awaiting my coming.
He, like his servant, was dressed entirely in black, with the
exception of a white tie, which gave his figure a semi-clerical
appearance. His face was long and somewhat pinched, his chin and
upper lip were shaven, and his snow-white, close-cropped whiskers ran
in two straight lines from his jaw up to level with his piercing,
hawk-like eyes. He would probably have been about seventy-five years
of age, but he did not carry it well. In a low, monotonous voice he
bade me welcome, and pointed to a chair, himself remaining
"My servant tells me you say your name is Hatteras?" he began.
"That is so," I replied. "My father was James Dymoke
He looked at me very sternly for almost a minute, not for a second
betraying the slightest sign of surprise. Then putting his hands
together, finger tip to finger tip, as I discovered later was his
invariable habit while thinking, he said solemnly:--
"James was my younger brother. He misconducted himself gravely in
England and was sent abroad. After a brief career of spendthrift
extravagance in Australia, we never heard of him again. You may be
his son, but then, on the other hand, of course, you may not. I have
no means of judging."
"I give you my word," I answered, a little nettled by his speech
and the insinuation contained in it; "but if you want further proof,
I've got a Latin book in my portmanteau with my father's name upon
the flyleaf, and an inscription in his own writing setting forth that
it was given by him to me."
"Exactly! a Catullus."
"Then I'll have to trouble you to return it to me at your earliest
convenience. The book is my property: I paid eighteenpence for it
about eleven o'clock a.m. on the 3rd of July, 1833, in the shop of
John Burns, Fleet Street, London. My brother took it from me a week
later, and I have not been able to afford myself another copy
"You admit then that the book is evidence of my father's
"I admit nothing. What do you want with me? What do you come here
for? You must see for yourself that I am too poor to be of any
service to you, and I have long since lost any public interest I may
once have possessed."
"I want neither one nor the other. I am home from Australia on a
trip, and I have a sufficient competence to render me independent of
"Ah! That puts a different complexion on the matter. You say you
hail from Australia? And what may you have been doing there?"
He came a step closer, and as he did so I noticed that his face
had assumed a look of indescribable cunning that was evidently
intended to be of an ingratiating nature. He spoke in little jerks,
pressing his fingers together between each sentence.
"Gold-mining! Ah! And pearling! Well, well! And I suppose you have
been fortunate in your ventures?"
"Very!" I replied, having by this time determined on my line of
action. "I daresay my cheque for ten thousand pounds would not be
dishonoured by the Bank of England."
"Ten thousand pounds! Ten thousand pounds! Dear me, dear me!" He
shuffled up and down the dingy room, all the time looking at me out
of the corners of his eyes, as if to make sure that I was telling him
"Come, come, uncle," I said, resolving to bring him to his
bearings without further waste of time. "This is not a very genial
welcome to the son of a long-lost brother!"
"Well, well, you mustn't expect too much, my boy! You see for
yourself the position I'm in. The old place is shut up, going to rack
and ruin. Poverty is staring me in the face; I am cheated by
everybody. Robbed right and left, not knowing which way to turn. But
I'll not be put upon. They may call me what they please, but they
can't get blood out of a stone. Can they? Answer me that, now!"
This speech showed me everything as plain as a pikestaff. I mean,
of course, the reason of the deserted and neglected house, and his
extraordinary reception of myself. I rose to my feet.
"Well, uncle--for my uncle you certainly are, whatever you may say
to the contrary--I must be going. I'm sorry to find you like this,
and from what you tell me I couldn't think of worrying you with my
society! I want to see the old church and have a talk with the
parson, and then I shall go off never to trouble you again." He
immediately became almost fulsome in his effort to detain me.
"No, no! You mustn't go like that. It's not hospitable. Besides,
you mustn't talk with parson. He's a bad lot is parson--a hard man
with a cruel tongue. Says terrible things about me does parson. But
I'll be even with him yet. Don't speak to him, laddie, for the honour
of the family. Now ye'll stay and take lunch with me?--potluck, of
course--I'm too poor to give ye much of a meal; and in the meantime
I'll show ye the house and estate."
This was just what I wanted, though I did not look forward to the
prospect of lunch in his company.
With trembling hands he took down an old-fashioned hat from a peg
and turned towards the door. When we had passed through it he
carefully locked it and dropped the key into his breeches' pocket.
Then he led the way upstairs by the beautiful oak staircase I had so
much admired on entering the house.
When we reached the first landing, which was of noble proportions
and must have contained upon its walls nearly a hundred family
portraits all coated with the dust of years, he approached a door and
threw it open. A feeble light straggled in through the closed
shutters, and revealed an almost empty room. In the centre stood a
large canopied bed, of antique design. The walls were wainscotted,
and the massive chimney-piece was carved with heraldic designs. I
enquired what room this might be.
"This is where all our family were born," he answered. "'Twas here
your father first saw the light of day."
I looked at it with a new interest. It seemed hard to believe that
this was the birthplace of my own father, the man whom I remembered
so well in a place and life so widely different. My companion noticed
the look upon my face, and, I suppose, felt constrained to say
"Ah! James!" he said sorrowfully, "ye were always a giddy, roving
lad. I remember ye well." (He passed his hand across his eyes, to
brush away a tear, I thought, but his next speech disabused me of any
such notion.) "I remember that but a day or two before ye went ye
blooded my nose in the orchard, and the very morning ye decamped ye
borrowed half a crown of me, and never paid it back."
A sudden something prompted me to put my hand in my pocket. I took
out half a crown, and handed it to him without a word. He took it,
looked at it longingly, put it in his pocket, took it out again,
ruminated a moment, and then reluctantly handed it back to me.
"Nay, nay! my laddie, keep your money, keep your money. Ye can
send me the Catullus." Then to himself, unconscious that he was
speaking his thoughts aloud: "It was a good edition, and I have no
doubt would bring five shillings any day."
From one room we passed into another, and yet another. They were
all alike--shut up, dust-ridden, and forsaken. And yet with it all
what a noble place it was--one which any man might be proud to call
his own. And to think that it was all going to rack and ruin because
of the miserly nature of its owner. In the course of our ramble I
discovered that he kept but two servants, the old man who had
admitted me to his presence, and his wife, who, as that peculiar
phrase has it, cooked and did for him. I discovered later that he had
not paid either of them wages for some years past, and that they only
stayed on with him because they were too poor and proud to seek
When we had inspected the house we left it by a side door, and
crossed a courtyard to the stables. There the desolation was,
perhaps, even more marked than in the house. The great clock on the
tower above the main building had stopped at a quarter to ten on some
long-forgotten day, and a spider now ran his web from hand to
At our feet, between the stones, grass grew luxuriantly, thick
moss covered the coping of the well, the doors were almost off their
hinges, and rats scuttled through the empty loose boxes at our
approach. So large was the place, that thirty horses might have found
a lodging comfortably, and as far as I could gather, there was room
for half as many vehicles in the coach-houses that stood on either
side. The intense quiet was only broken by the cawing of the rooks in
the giant elms overhead, the squeaking of the rats, and the low
grumbling of my uncle's voice as he pointed out the ruin that was
creeping over everything.
Before we had finished our inspection it was lunch time, and we
returned to the house. The meal was served in the same room in which
I had made my relative's acquaintance an hour before. It consisted, I
discovered, of two meagre mutton chops and some home-made bread and
cheese, plain and substantial fare enough in its way, but hardly the
sort one would expect from the owner of such a house. For a beverage,
water was placed before us, but I could see that my host was
deliberating as to whether he should stretch his generosity a point
or two further.
Presently he rose, and with a muttered apology left the room, to
return five minutes later carrying a small bottle carefully in his
hand. This, with much deliberation and no small amount of sighing, he
opened. It proved to be claret, and he poured out a glassful for me.
As I was not prepared for so much liberality, I thought something
must be behind it, and in this I was not mistaken.
"Nephew," said he after a while, "was it ten thousand pounds you
mentioned as the amount of your fortune?"
I nodded. He looked at me slyly and cleared his throat to gain
time for reflection. Then seeing that I had emptied my glass, he
refilled it with another scarce concealed sigh, and sat back in his
"And I understand you to say you are quite alone in the world, my
"Quite! Until I met you this morning I was unaware that I had a
single relative on earth. Have I any more connections?"
"Not a soul--only Gwendoline."
"Gwendoline!" I cried, "and who may Gwendoline be?"
"My daughter--your cousin. My only child! Would you like to see
"I had no idea you had a daughter. Of course I should like to see
He left the table and rang the bell. The ancient man-servant
answered the summons.
"Tell your wife to bring Miss Gwendoline to us."
"Miss Gwendoline here, sir? You do not mean it surely, sir?"
"Numbskull! numbskull! numbskull!" cried the old fellow in an
ecstasy of fury that seemed to spring up as suddenly as a squall does
between the islands, "bring her without another word or I'll be the
death of you."
Without further remonstrance the old man left the room, and I
demanded an explanation.
"Good servant, but an impudent rascal, sir!" he said. "Of course
you must see my daughter, my beautiful daughter, Gwendoline. He's
afraid you'll frighten her, I suppose! Ha! ha! Frighten my bashful,
pretty one. Ha! ha!"
Anything so supremely devilish as the dried-up mirth of this old
fellow it would be difficult to imagine. His very laugh seemed as if
it had to crack in his throat before it could pass his lips. What
would his daughter be like, living in such a house, with such
companions? While I was wondering, I heard footsteps in the corridor,
and then an old woman entered and curtsied respectfully. My host rose
and went over to the fireplace, where he stood with his hands behind
his back and the same devilish grin upon his face.
"Well, where is my daughter?"
"Sir, do you really mean it?"
"Of course, I mean it. Where is she?"
In answer the old lady went to the door and called to someone in
"Come in, dearie. It's all right. Come in, do'ee now, that's a
But the girl made no sign of entering, and at last the old woman
had to go out and draw her in. And then--but I hardly know how to
write it. How shall I give you a proper description of the--thing
that entered. She--if she it could be called--was about three feet
high, dressed in a shapeless print costume. Her hair stood and hung
in a tangled mass upon her head, her eyes were too large for her
face, and to complete the horrible effect, a great patch of beard
grew on one cheek, and descended almost to a level with her chin. Her
features were all awry, and now and again she uttered little moans
that were more like those of a wild beast than of a human being. In
spite of the old woman's endeavours to make her do so, she would not
venture from her side, but stood slobbering and moaning in the half
dark of the doorway.
It was a ghastly sight, one that nearly turned me sick with
loathing. But the worst part of it all was the inhuman merriment of
"There, there!" he cried; "had ever man such a lovely daughter?
Isn't she a beauty? Isn't she fit to be a prince's bride? Isn't she
fit to be the heiress of all this place? Won't the young dukes be
asking her hand in marriage? Oh, you beauty! You--but there, take her
away--take her away, I say, before I do her mischief."
The words had no sooner left his mouth than the old woman seized
her charge and bundled her out of the room, moaning as before. I can
tell you there was at least one person in that apartment who was
heartily glad to be rid of her.
When the door had closed upon them my host came back to his seat,
and with another sigh refilled my glass. I wondered what was coming
next. It was not long, however, before I found out.
"Now you know everything," he said. "You have seen my home, you
have seen my poverty, and you have seen my daughter. What do you
think of it all?"
"I don't know what to think."
"Well, then, I'll tell you. That child wants doctors; that child
wants proper attendance. She can get neither here. I am too poor to
help her in any way. You're rich by your own telling. I have today
taken you into the bosom of my family, recognized you without
doubting your assertions. Will you help me? Will you give me one
thousand pounds towards settling that child in life? With that amount
it could be managed."
"Will I what?" I cried in utter amazement--dumbfounded by his
"Will you settle one thousand pounds upon her, to keep her out of
"Not one penny!" I cried; "and, what's more, you miserable,
miserly old wretch, I'll give you a bit of my mind."
And thereupon I did! Such a talking to as I suppose the old fellow
had never had in his life before, and one he'd not be likely to
forget in a hurry. He sat all the time, white with fury, his eyes
blazing, and his fingers quivering with impotent rage. When I had
done he ordered me out of his house. I took him at his word, seized
my hat, and strode across the hall through the front door, and out
into the open air.
But I was not to leave the home of my ancestors without a parting
shot. As I closed the front door behind me I heard a window go up,
and on looking round there was the old fellow shaking his fist at me
from the second floor.
"Leave my house--leave my park!" he cried in a shrill falsetto,
"or I'll send for the constable to turn you off. Bah! You came to
steal. You're no nephew of mine; I disown you! You're a common cheat
--a swindler--an impostor! Go!"
I took him at his word, and went. Leaving the park, I walked
straight across to the rectory, and enquired if I might see the
clergyman. To him I told my tale, and, among other things, asked if
anything could be done for the child--my cousin. He only shook his
"I fear it is hopeless, Mr Hatteras," the clergyman said. "The old
gentleman is a terrible character, and as he owns half the village,
and every acre of the land hereabouts, we all live in fear and
trembling of him. We have no shadow of a claim upon the child, and
unless we can prove that he actually ill-treats it, I'm sorry to say
I think there is nothing to be done."
So ended my first meeting with my father's family.
From the rectory I returned to my inn. What should I do now?
London was worse than a desert to me now that my sweetheart was gone
from it, and every other place seemed as bad. Then an advertisement
on the wall of the bar parlour caught my eye:
FOR SALE OR HIRE,
THE YACHT, "ENCHANTRESS",
APPLY, SCREW & MATCHEM, Bournemouth.
It was just the very thing. I was pining for a breath of sea air
again. It was perfect weather for a cruise. I would go to
Bournemouth, inspect the yacht at once, and, if she suited me, take
her for a month or so. My mind once made up, I hunted up my Jehu, and
set off for the train, never dreaming that by so doing I was taking
the second step in that important chain of events that was to affect
all the future of my life.
CHAPTER IV. I Save An Important Life
TO a man whose life has been spent in the uttermost parts of the
earth, amid barbaric surroundings, and in furtherance of work of a
kind that the civilized world usually denominates dangerous, the
seaside life of England must afford scope for wonderment and no small
amount of thoughtful consideration. And certainly if there is one
place more than another where, winter and summer alike, amid every
sort of luxury, the modern Englishman may be seen relaxing his cares
and increasing his energies, the name of that place is Bournemouth.
Built up amid pine-woods, its beauties added to in every fashion
known to the fertile brain of man, Bournemouth stands, to my mind,
pre-eminent in the list of British watering-places.
Leaving Lyndhurst Road, I travelled to this excellent place by a
fast train, and immediately on arrival made my way to the office of
Messrs. Screw & Matchem with a view to instituting enquiries
regarding the yacht they had advertised for hire. It was with the
senior partner I transacted my business, and a shrewd but pleasant
gentleman I found him.
Upon my making known my business to him, he brought me a
photograph of the craft in question, and certainly a nice handy boat
she looked. She had been built, he went on to inform me, for a young
nobleman, who had made two very considerable excursions in her before
he had been compelled to fly the country, and was only three years
old. I learned also that she was lying in Poole harbour, but he was
good enough to say that if I wished to see her she should be brought
round to Bournemouth the following morning, when I could inspect her
at my leisure. As this arrangement was one that exactly suited me, I
closed with it there and then, and thanking Mr Matchem for his
courtesy, betook myself to my hotel. Having dined, I spent the
evening upon the pier--the first of its kind I had ever seen--
listened to the band, and diverted myself with thoughts of her to
whom I had plighted my troth, and whose unexpected departure from
England had been such a sudden and bitter disappointment to me.
Next morning, faithful to promise, the Enchantress sailed into the
bay and came to an anchor within a biscuit throw of the pier.
Chartering a dinghy, I pulled myself off to her, and stepped aboard.
An old man and a boy were engaged washing down, and to them I
introduced myself and business. Then for half an hour I devoted
myself to overhauling her thoroughly. She was a nice enough little
craft, well set up, and from her run looked as if she might possess a
fair turn of speed; the gear was in excellent order, and this was
accounted for when the old man told me she had been repaired and
thoroughly overhauled that selfsame year.
Having satisfied myself on a few other minor points, I pulled
ashore and again went up through the gardens to the agents' office.
Mr Matchem was delighted to hear that I liked the yacht well enough
to think of hiring her at their own price (a rather excessive one, I
must admit), and, I don't doubt, would have supplied me with a villa
in Bournemouth, and a yachting box in the Isle of Wight, also on
their own terms, had I felt inclined to furnish them with the
necessary order. But fortunately I was able to withstand their
temptations, and having given them my cheque for the requisite
amount, went off to make arrangements, and to engage a crew.
Before nightfall I had secured the services of a handy lad in
place of the old man who had brought the boat round from Poole, and
was in a position to put to sea. Accordingly next morning I weighed
anchor for a trip round the Isle of Wight. Before we had brought the
Needles abeam I had convinced myself that the boat was an excellent
sailer, and when the first day's cruise was over I had found no
reason to repent having hired her.
And I would ask you here, is there any other amusement to compare
with yachting? Can anything else hope to vie with it? Suppose a man
to be a lover of human craftmanship--then what could be more to his
taste than a well-built yacht? Is a man a lover of speed? Then what
more could he wish for than the rush over the curling seas, with the
graceful fabric quivering under him like an eager horse, the snowy
line of foam driving away from either bow, and the fresh breeze
singing merrily through the shrouds, bellying out the stretch of
canvas overhead till it seems as if the spars must certainly give way
beneath the strain they are called upon to endure!
Is a man a lover of the beautiful in nature? Then from what better
place can he observe earth, sky, and sea than from a yacht's deck?
Thence he views the stretch of country ashore, the dancing waves
around him, the blue sky flaked with fleecy clouds above his head,
while the warm sunshine penetrates him through and through till it
finds his very heart and stays there, making a better, and certainly
a healthier, man of him.
Does the world ever look so fair as at daybreak, when Dame Nature
is still half asleep, and the water lies like a sheet of shimmering
glass, and the great sun comes up like a ball of gold, with a
solemnity that makes one feel almost afraid? Or at night when,
anchored in some tiny harbour, the lights are twinkling ashore, and
the sound of music comes wafted across the water, with a faintness
that only adds to its beauty, to harmonise with the tinkling of the
waves alongside. Review these things in your mind and then tell me
what recreation can compare with yachting?
Not having anything to hurry me, and only a small boy and my own
thoughts to keep my company, I took my time; remained two days in the
Solent, sailed round the island, put in a day at Ventnor, and so back
to Bournemouth. Then, after a day ashore, I picked up a nice breeze
and ran down to Torquay to spend another week sailing slowly back
along the coast, touching at various ports, and returning eventually
to the place I had first hailed from.
In relating these trifling incidents it is not my wish to bore my
readers, but to work up gradually to that strange meeting to which
they were the prelude. Now that I can look back in cold blood upon
the circumstances that brought it about, and reflect how narrowly I
escaped missing the one event which was destined to change my whole
life, I can hardly realize that I attached such small importance to
it at the time. Somehow I have always been a firm believer in Fate,
and indeed it would be strange, all things considered, if I were not.
For when a man has passed through so many extraordinary adventures as
I have, and not only come out of them unharmed, but happier and a
great deal more fortunate than he has really any right to be, he may
claim the privilege, I think, of saying he knows something about his
And, mind you, I date it all back to that visit to the old home,
and to my uncle's strange reception of me, for had I not gone down
into the country I should never have quarrelled with him, and if I
had not quarrelled with him I should not have gone back to the inn in
such a dudgeon, and in that case I should probably have left the
place without a visit to the bar, never have seen the advertisement,
visited Bournemouth, hired the yacht or--but there I must stop. You
must work out the rest for yourself when you have heard my story.
The morning after my third return to Bournemouth I was up by
daybreak, had had my breakfast, and was ready to set off on a cruise
across the bay, before the sun was a hand's breath above the horizon.
It was as perfect a morning as any man could wish to see. A faint
breeze just blurred the surface of the water, tiny waves danced in
the sunshine, and my barkie nodded to them as if she were anxious to
be off. The town ashore lay very quiet and peaceful, and so still was
the air that the cries of a few white gulls could be heard quite
distinctly, though they were half a mile or more away. Having hove
anchor, we tacked slowly across the bay, passed the pier-head, and
steered for Old Harry Rock and Swanage Bay. My crew was for'ard, and
I had possession of the tiller.
As we went about between Canford Cliffs and Alum Chine, something
moving in the water ahead of me attracted my attention. We were too
far off to make out exactly what it might be, and it was not until
five minutes later, when we were close abreast of it, that I
discovered it to be a bather. The foolish fellow had ventured further
out than was prudent, had struck a strong current, and was now being
washed swiftly out to sea. But for the splashing he made to show his
whereabouts, I should in all probability not have seen him, and in
that case his fate would have been sealed. As it was, when we came up
with him he was quite exhausted.
Heaving my craft to, I leapt into the dinghy, and pulled towards
him, but before I could reach the spot he had sunk. At first I
thought he was gone for good and all, but in a few seconds he rose
again. Then, grabbing him by the hair, I passed an arm under each of
his, and dragged him unconscious into the boat. In less than three
minutes we were alongside the yacht again, and with my crew's
assistance I got him aboard. Fortunately a day or two before I had
had the forethought to purchase some brandy for use in case of need,
and my Thursday Island experiences having taught me exactly what was
best to be done under such circumstances, it was not long before I
had brought him back to consciousness.
In appearance he was a handsome young fellow, well set up, and
possibly nineteen or twenty years of age. When I had given him a
stiff nobbler of brandy to stop the chattering of his teeth, I asked
him how he came to be so far from shore.
"I am considered a very good swimmer," he replied, "and often come
out as far as this, but today I think I must have got into a strong
outward current, and certainly but for your providential assistance I
should never have reached home alive."
"You have had a very narrow escape," I answered, "but thank
goodness you're none the worse for it. Now, what's the best thing to
be done? Turn back, I suppose, and set you ashore."
"But what a lot of trouble I'm putting you to."
"Nonsense! I've nothing to do, and I count myself very fortunate
in having been able to render you this small assistance. The breeze
is freshening, and it won't take us any time to get back. Where do
"To the left there! That house standing back upon the cliff.
Really I don't know how to express my gratitude."
"Just keep that till I ask you for it; and now, as we've got a
twenty minutes' sail before us, the best thing for you to do would be
to slip into a spare suit of my things. They'll keep you warm, and
you can return them to my hotel when you get ashore."
I sang out to the boy to come aft and take the tiller, while I
escorted my guest below into the little box of a cabin, and gave him
a rig out. Considering I am six feet two, and he was only five feet
eight, the things were a trifle large for him; but when he was
dressed I couldn't help thinking what a handsome, well-built,
aristocratic-looking young fellow he was. The work of fitting him out
accomplished, we returned to the deck. The breeze was freshening, and
the little hooker was ploughing her way through it, nose down, as if
she knew that under the circumstances her best was expected of
"Are you a stranger in Bournemouth?" my companion asked as I took
the tiller again.
"Almost," I answered. "I've only been in England three weeks. I'm
home from Australia."
"Australia! Really! Oh, I should so much like to go out
His voice was very soft and low, more like a girl's than a boy's,
and I noticed that he had none of the mannerisms of a man--at least,
not of one who has seen much of the world.
"Yes, Australia's as good a place as any other for the man who
goes out there to work," I said, "But somehow you don't look to me
like a chap that is used to what is called roughing it. Pardon my
"Well, you see, I've never had much chance. My father is
considered by many a very peculiar man. He has strange ideas about
me, and so you see I've never been allowed to mix with other people.
But I'm stronger than you'd think, and I shall be twenty in October
I wasn't very far out in his age then.
"And now, if you don't mind telling me, what is your name?"
"I suppose there can be no harm in letting you know it. I was told
if ever I met anyone and they asked me, not to tell them. But since
you saved my life it would be ungrateful not to let you know. I am
the Marquis of Beckenham."
"Is that so? Then your father is the Duke of Glenbarth?"
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"Never set eyes on him in my life, but I heard him spoken of the
I did not add that it was Mr Matchem who, during my conversation
with him, had referred to his Grace, nor did I think it well to say
that he had designated him the "Mad Duke." And so the boy I had saved
from drowning was the young Marquis of Beckenham. Well, I was moving
in good society with a vengeance. This boy was the first nobleman I
had ever clapped eyes on, though I knew the Count de Panuroff well
enough in Thursday Island. But then foreign Counts, and shady ones at
that, ought not to reckon, perhaps.
"But you don't mean to tell me," I said at length, "that you've
got no friends? Don't you ever see anyone at all?"
"No, I am not allowed to. My father thinks it better not. And as
he does not wish it, of course I have nothing left but to obey. I
must own, however, I should like to see the world--to go a long
voyage to Australia, for instance."
"But how do you put in your time? You must have a very dull life
"Oh, no! You see, I have never known anything else, and then I
have always the future to look forward to. As it is now, I bathe
every morning, I have my yacht, I ride about the park, I have my
studies, and I have a tutor who tells me wonderful stories of the
"Oh, your tutor has been about, has he?"
"Dear, yes! He was a missionary in the South Sea Islands, and has
seen some very stirring adventures."
"A missionary in the South Seas, eh? Perhaps I know him."
"Were you ever in those seas?"
"Why, I've spent almost all my life there."
"Were you a missionary?"
"You bet not. The missionaries and my friends don't cotton to one
"But they are such good men!"
"That may be. Still, as I say, we don't somehow cotton. D'you know
I'd like to set my eyes upon your tutor."
"Well, you will. I think I see him on the beach now. I expect he
has been wondering what has become of me. I've never been out so long
"Well, you're close home now, and as safe as eggs in a
Another minute brought us into as shallow water as I cared to go.
Accordingly, heaving to, I brought the dinghy alongside, and we got
into her. Then casting off, I pulled my lord ashore. A small,
clean-shaven, parsonish-looking man, with the regulation white
choker, stood by the water waiting for us. As I beached the boat he
came forward and said:
"My lord, we have been very anxious about you. We feared you had
met with an accident."
"I have been very nearly drowned, Mr Baxter. Had it not been for
this gentleman's prompt assistance I should never have reached home
"You should really be more careful, my lord. I have warned you
before. You father has been nearly beside himself with anxiety about
"Eh?" said I to myself. "Somehow this does not sound quite right.
Anyhow, Mr Baxter, I've seen your figure-head somewhere before--but
you were not a missionary then, I'll take my affidavit."
Turning to me, my young lord held out his hand.
"You have never told me your name," he said almost
"Dick Hatteras," I answered, "and very much at your service."
"Mr Hatteras, I shall never forget what you have done for me.
That I am most grateful to you I hope you will believe. I know that I
owe you my life."
Here the tutor's voice chipped in again, as I thought, rather
"Come, come, my lord. This delay will not do. Your father will be
growing still more nervous about you. We must be getting home!"
Then they went off up the cliff path together, and I returned to
"Mr Baxter," I said to myself again as I pulled off to the yacht,
"I want to know where I've seen your face before. I've taken a sudden
dislike to you. I don't trust you; and if your employer's the man
they say he is, well, he won't either."
Then, having brought the dinghy alongside, I made the painter
fast, clambered aboard, and we stood out of the bay once more.
CHAPTER V. Mystery
THE following morning I was sitting in my room at the hotel idly
scanning the Standard, and wondering in what way I should employ
myself until the time arrived for me to board the yacht, when I heard
a carriage roll up to the door.
On looking out I discovered a gorgeous landau, drawn by a pair of
fine thoroughbreds, and resplendent with much gilded and crested
harness, standing before the steps. A footman had already opened the
door, and I was at the window just in time to see a tall, soldierly
man alight from it. To my astonishment, two minutes later a waiter
entered my room and announced "His Grace the Duke of Glenbarth". It
was the owner of the carriage and the father of my young friend, if
by such a title I might designate the Marquis of Beckenham.
"Mr Hatteras, I presume?" said he, advancing towards me and using
that dignified tone that only an English gentleman can assume with
anything approaching success.
"Yes, that is my name. I am honoured by your visit. Won't you sit
He paused for a moment, and then continued:
"Mr Hatteras, I have to offer you an apology. I should have called
upon you yesterday to express the gratitude I feel to you for having
saved the life of my son, but I was unavoidably prevented."
"I beg you will not mention it," I said. "His lordship thanked me
sufficiently himself. And after all, when you look at it, it was not
very much to do. I would, however, venture one little suggestion. Is
it wise to let him swim so far unaccompanied by a boat? The same
thing might happen to him on another occasion, and no one be near
enough to render him any assistance."
"He will not attempt so much again. He has learned a lesson from
this experience. And now, Mr Hatteras, I trust you will forgive what
I am about to say. My son has told me that you have just arrived in
England from Australia. Is there any way I can be of service to you?
If there is, and you will acquaint me with it, you will be conferring
a great favour upon me."
"I thank your Grace," I replied--I hope with some little touch of
dignity--"it is very kind of you, but I could not think of such a
thing. But, stay, there is one service perhaps you could do me."
"I am delighted to hear it, sir. And pray what may it be?"
"Your son's tutor, Mr Baxter! His face is strangely familiar to
me. I have seen him somewhere before, but I cannot recall where.
Could you tell me anything of his history?"
"Very little, I fear, save that he seems a worthy and painstaking
man, an excellent scholar, and very capable in his management of
young men. I received excellent references with him, but of his past
history I know very little. I believe, however, that he was a
missionary in the South Seas for some time, and that he was
afterwards for many years in India. I'm sorry I cannot tell you more
about him since you are interested in him."
"I've met him somewhere, I'm certain. His face haunts me. But to
return to your son--I hope he is none the worse for his
"Not at all, thank you. Owing to the system I have adopted in his
education, the lad is seldom ailing."
"Pardon my introducing the subject. But do you think it is quite
wise to keep a youth so ignorant of the world? I am perhaps rather
presumptuous, but I cannot help feeling that such a fine young fellow
would be all the better for a few companions."
"You hit me on rather a tender spot, Mr Hatteras. But, as you have
been frank with me, I will be frank with you. I am one of those
strange beings who govern their lives by theories. I was brought up
by my father, I must tell you, in a fashion totally different from
that I am employing with my son. I feel now that I was allowed a
dangerous amount of license. And what was the result? I mixed with
everyone, was pampered and flattered far beyond what was good for me,
derived a false notion of my own importance, and when I came to man's
estate was, to all intents and purposes, quite unprepared and
unfitted to undertake the duties and responsibilities of my
"Fortunately I had the wit to see where the fault lay, and there
and then I resolved that if ever I were blessed with a son, I would
conduct his education on far different lines. My boy has not met a
dozen strangers in his life. His education has been my tenderest
care. His position, his duties towards his fellow-men, the
responsibilities of his rank, have always been kept rigorously before
him. He has been brought up to understand that to be a Duke is not to
be a titled nonentity or a pampered roue, but to be one whom
Providence has blessed with an opportunity of benefiting and watching
over the welfare of those less fortunate than himself in the world's
"He has no exaggerated idea of his own importance; a humbler lad,
I feel justified in saying, you would nowhere find. He has been
educated thoroughly, and he has all the best traditions of his race
kept continually before his eyes. But you must not imagine, Mr
Hatteras, that because he has not mixed with the world he is ignorant
of its temptations. He may not have come into personal contact with
them, but he has been warned against their insidious influences, and
I shall trust to his personal pride and good instincts to help him to
withstand them when he has to encounter them himself. Now, what do
you think of my plan for making a nobleman?"
"A very good one, with such a youth as your son, I should think,
your Grace; but I would like to make one more suggestion, if you
would allow me?"
"And that is?"
"That you should let him travel before he settles down. Choose
some fit person to accompany him. Let him have introductions to good
people abroad, and let him use them; then he will derive different
impressions from different countries, view men and women from
different standpoints, and enter gradually into the great world and
station which he is some day to adorn."
"I had thought of that myself, and his tutor has lately spoken to
me a good deal upon the subject. I must own it is an idea that
commends itself strongly to me. I will think it over. And now, sir, I
must wish you good-day. You will not let me thank you, as I should
have wished, for the service you have rendered my house, but, believe
me, I am none the less grateful. By the way, your name is not a
common one. May I ask if you have any relatives in this county?"
"Only one at present, I fancy--my father's brother, Sir William
Hatteras, of Murdlestone, in the New Forest."
"Ah! I never met him. I knew his brother James very well in my
younger days. But he got into sad trouble, poor fellow, and was
obliged to fly the country."
"You are speaking of my father. And you knew him?"
"Knew him? indeed, I did. And a better fellow never stepped; but,
like most of us in those days, too wild--much too wild! And so you
are James's son? Well, well! This is indeed a strange coincidence.
But dear me, I am forgetting; I must beg your pardon for speaking so
candidly of your father."
"No offence, I'm sure."
"And pray tell me where my old friend is now?"
"Dead, your Grace! He was drowned at sea."
The worthy old gentleman seemed really distressed at this news. He
shook his head, and I heard him murmur:
"Poor Jim! Poor Jim!"
Then, turning to me again, he took my hand.
"This makes our bond a doubly strong one. You must let me see more
of you! How long do you propose remaining in England?"
"Not very much longer, I fear. I am already beginning to hunger
for the South again."
"Well, you must not go before you have paid us a visit. Remember
we shall always be pleased to see you. You know our house, I think on
the cliff. Good-day, sir, good-day."
So saying, the old gentleman accompanied me downstairs to his
carriage, and, shaking me warmly by the hand, departed.
Again I had cause to ponder on the strangeness of the fate that
had led me to Hampshire--first to the village where my father was
born, and then to Bournemouth, where by saving this young man's life
I had made a firm friend of a man who again had known my father. By
such small coincidences are the currents of our lives diverted.
That same afternoon, while tacking slowly down the bay, I met the
Marquis. He was pulling himself in a small skiff, and when he saw me
he made haste to come alongside and hitch on. At first I wondered
whether it would not be against his father's wishes that he should
enter into conversation with such a worldly person as myself. But he
evidently saw what was passing in my mind, and banished all doubts by
"I have been on the look-out for you, Mr Hatteras. My father has
given me permission to cultivate your acquaintance, if you will allow
"I shall be very pleased," I answered. "Won't you come aboard and
have a chat? I'm not going out of the bay this afternoon."
He clambered over the side and seated himself in the well, clear
of the boom, as nice-looking and pleasant a young fellow as any man
could wish to set eyes on. "Well," I thought to myself, "if all Peers
were like this boy there'd be less talk of abolishing the House of
"You can't imagine how I've been thinking over all you told me the
other day," he began when we were fairly on our way. "I want you to
tell me more about Australia and the life you lead out there, if you
"I'll tell you all I can with pleasure," I answered. "But you
ought to go and see the places and things for yourself. That's better
than any telling. I wish I could take you up and carry you off with
me now; away down to where you can make out the green islands peeping
out of the water to port and starboard, like bits of the Garden of
Eden gone astray and floated out to sea. I'd like you to smell the
breezes that come off from them towards evening, to hear the 'trades'
whistling overhead, and the thunder of the surf upon the reef. Or at
another time to get inside that selfsame reef and look down through
the still, transparent water, at the rainbow-coloured fish dashing
among the coral boulders, in and out of the most beautiful fairy
grottoes the brain of man can conceive."
"Oh, it must be lovely! And to think that I may live my life and
never see these wonders. Please go on; what else can you tell
"What more do you want to hear? There is the pick of every sort of
life for you out there. Would you know what real excitement is? Then
I shall take you to a new gold rush. To begin with you must imagine
yourself setting off for the field, with your trusty mate marching
step by step beside you, pick and shovel on your shoulders, and both
resolved to make your fortunes in the twinkling of an eye. When you
get there, there's the digger crowd, composed of every nationality.
There's the warden and his staff, the police officers, the shanty
keepers, the blacks, and dogs.
"There's the tented valley stretching away to right and left of
you, with the constant roar of sluice boxes and cradles, the creak of
windlasses, and the perpetual noise of human voices. There's the
excitement of pegging out your claim and sinking your first shaft,
wondering all the time whether it will turn up trumps or nothing.
There's the honest, manly labour from dawn to dusk. And then, when
daylight fails, and the lamps begin to sparkle over the field, songs
drift up the hillside from the drinking shanties in the valley, and
you and your mate weigh up your day's returns, and, having done so,
turn into your blankets to dream of the monster nugget you intend to
find upon the morrow. Isn't that real life for you?"
He did not answer, but there was a sparkle in his eyes which told
me I was understood.
"Then if you want other sorts of enterprise, there is Thursday
Island, where I hail from, with its extraordinary people. Let us
suppose ourselves wandering down the Front at nightfall, past the
Kanaka billiard saloons and the Chinese stores, into, say, the Hotel
of All Nations. Who is that handsome, dark, mysterious fellow,
smoking a cigarette and idly flirting with the pretty bar girl? You
don't know him, but I do! There's indeed a history for you. You
didn't notice, perhaps, that rakish schooner that came to anchor in
the bay early in the forenoon. What lines she had! Well, that was his
craft. Tomorrow she'll be gone, it is whispered, to try for pearl in
prohibited Dutch waters. Can't you imagine her slinking round the
islands, watching for the patrolling gunboat, and ready, directly she
has passed, to slip into the bay, skim it of its shell, and put to
sea again. Sometimes they're chased--and then?"
"Well, a clean pair of heels or trouble with the authorities, and
possibly a year in a Dutch prison before you're brought to trial! Or
would you do a pearling trip in less exciting but more honest
fashion? Would you ship aboard a rugger with five good companions,
and go a-cruising down the New Guinea coast, working hard all day
long, and lying out on deck at night, smoking and listening to the
lip-lap of the water against the counter, or spinning yarns of all
"Why, what more do you want? Do you hanker after a cruise aboard a
stinking beche-de-mer boat inside the Barrier Reef, or a run with the
sandalwood cutters or tortoiseshell gatherers to New Guinea; or do
you want to go ashore again and try an overlanding trip half across
the continent, riding behind your cattle all day long, and standing
your watch at night under dripping boughs, your teeth chattering in
your head, waiting for the bulls to break, while every moment you
expect to hear the Bunyip calling in that lonely water-hole beyond
the fringe of Mulga scrub?"
"You make me almost mad with longing."
"And yet, somehow, it doesn't seem so fine when you're at it. It's
when you come to look back upon it all from a distance of twelve
thousand miles that you feel its real charm. Then it calls to you to
return in every rustle of the leaves ashore, in the blue of the sky
above, in the ripple of the waves upon the beach. And it eats into
your heart, so that you begin to think you will never be happy till
you're back in the old tumultuous devil-may-care existence
"What a life you've led! And how much more to be envied it seems
than the dull monotony of our existence here in sleepy old
"Don't you believe it. If you wanted to change I could tell you of
dozens of men, living exactly the sort of life I've described, who
would only too willingly oblige you. No, no! Believe me, you've got
chances of doing things we would never dream of. Do them, then, and
let the other go. But all the same, I think you ought to see more of
the world I've told you of before you settle down. In fact, I hinted
as much to your father only yesterday."
"He said that you had spoken of it to him. Oh, how I wish he would
let me go!"
"Somehow, d'you know, I think he will."
I put the cutter over on another tack, and we went crashing back
through the blue water towards the pier. The strains of the band came
faintly off to us. I had enjoyed my sail, for I had taken a great
fancy to this bright young fellow sitting by my side. I felt I should
like to have finished the education his father had so gallantly
begun. There was something irresistibly attractive about him, so
modest, so unassuming, and yet so straightforward and
Dropping him opposite the bathing machines, I went on to my own
anchorage on the other side of the pier. Then I pulled myself ashore
and went up to the town. I had forgotten to write an important letter
that morning, and as it was essential that the business should be
attended to at once, to repair my carelessness, I crossed the public
gardens and went through the gardens to the post office to send a
I must tell you here that since my meeting with Mr Baxter, the
young Marquis's tutor, I had been thinking a great deal about him,
and the more I thought the more certain I became that we had met
before. To tell the truth, a great distrust of the man was upon me.
It was one of those peculiar antipathies that no one can explain. I
did not like his face, and I felt sure that he did not boast any too
much love for me.
As my thoughts were still occupied with him, my astonishment may
be imagined, on arriving at the building, at meeting him face to face
upon the steps. He seemed much put out at seeing me, and hummed and
hawed over his "Good-afternoon" for all the world as if I had caught
him in the middle of some guilty action.
Returning his salutation, I entered the building and looked about
me for a desk at which to write my wire. There was only one vacant,
and I noticed that the pencil suspended on the string was still
swinging to and fro as it had been dropped. Now Baxter had only just
left the building, so there could be no possible doubt that it was he
who had last used the stand. I pulled the form towards me and
prepared to write. But as I did so I noticed that the previous writer
had pressed so hard upon his pencil that he had left the exact
impression of his message plainly visible upon the pad. It ran as
LETTER RECEIVED. YOU OMITTED REVEREND. THE TRAIN IS LAID, BUT A
NEW ELEMENT OF DANGER HAS ARISEN.
It was addressed to "Nikola, Green Sailor Hotel, East India Dock
Road, London," and was signed "Nineveh."
The message was so curious that I looked at it again, and the
longer I looked the more certain I became that Baxter was the sender.
Partly because its wording interested me, and partly for another
reason which will become apparent later on, I inked the message over,
tore it from the pad, and placed it carefully in my pocket-book. One
thing at least was certain, and that was, if Baxter were the sender,
there was something underhand going on. If he were not, well, then
there could be no possible harm in my keeping the form as a little
souvenir of a rather curious experience.
I wrote my own message, and having paid for it left the office.
But I was not destined to have the society of my own thoughts for
long. Hardly had I reached the Invalids' Walk before I felt my arm
touched. To my supreme astonishment I found myself again confronted
by Mr Baxter. He was now perfectly calm and greeted me with
"Mr Hatteras, I believe," he said. "I think I had the pleasure of
meeting you on the sands a few days ago. What a beautiful day it is,
isn't it? Are you proceeding this way? Yes? Then perhaps I may be
permitted the honour of walking a short distance with you."
"With pleasure," I replied. "I am going up the cliff to my hotel,
and I shall be glad of your company. I think we met in the telegraph
office just now."
"In the post office, I think. I had occasion to go in there to
register a letter."
His speech struck me as remarkable. My observation was so trivial
that it hardly needed an answer, and yet not only did he vouchsafe me
one, but he corrected my statement and volunteered a further one on
his own account. What reason could he have for wanting to make me
understand that he had gone in there to post a letter? What would it
have mattered to me if he had been there, as I suggested, to send a
"Mr Baxter," I thought to myself, "I've got a sort of conviction
that you're not the man you pretend to be, and what's more I'd like
to bet a shilling to a halfpenny that, if the truth were only known,
you're our mysterious friend Nineveh."
We walked for some distance in silence. Presently my companion
began to talk again--this time, however, in a new strain and perhaps
with a little more caution.
"You have been a great traveller, I understand, Mr Hatteras."
"A fairly great one, Mr Baxter. You also, I am told, have seen
something of the world."
"A little--very little."
"The South Seas, I believe. D'you know Papeete?"
"I have been there."
"D'you know New Guinea at all?"
"No. I was never near it. I am better acquainted with the Far East
--China, Japan, etc."
Suddenly something, I shall never be able to tell what, prompted
me to say:
"And the Andamans?"
The effect on my companion was as sudden as it was extraordinary.
For a moment he staggered on the path like a drunken man; his face
grew ashen pale, and he had to give utterance to a hoarse choking
sound before be could get out a word. Then he said:
"No--no--you are quite mistaken, I assure you. I never knew the
Now, on the Andamans, as all the world knows, are located the
Indian penal establishments, and noting his behaviour, I became more
and more convinced in my own mind that there was some mystery about
Mr Baxter that had yet to be explained. I had still a trump card to
"I'm afraid you are not very well, Mr Baxter," I said at length
"Perhaps the heat is too much for you, or we are walking too fast?
This is my hotel. Won't you come inside and take a glass of wine or
something to revive you?"
He nodded his head eagerly. Large drops of perspiration stood on
his forehead, and I saw that he was quite unstrung.
"I am not well--not at all well."
As soon as we reached the smoking-room I rang for two brandies and
sodas. When they arrived he drank his off almost at a gulp, and in a
few seconds was pretty well himself again.
"Thank you for your kindness, Mr Hatteras," he said. "I think we
must have walked up the hill a little too fast for my strength. Now,
I must be going back to the town. I find I have forgotten something."
Almost by instinct I guessed his errand. He was going to dispatch
another telegram. Resolved to try the effect of one parting shot, I
"Perhaps you do not happen to be going near the telegraph office
again? If you are, should I be taxing your kindness too much if I
asked you to leave a message there for me? I find I have forgotten
He bowed and simply said:
"With much pleasure."
He pronounced it 'pleasure', and as he said it he licked his lips
in his usual self-satisfied fashion. I wondered how he would conduct
himself when he saw the message I was going to write.
Taking a form from a table near where I sat, I wrote the
"Langham Hotel, London.
"The train is laid, but a new danger has arisen.
Blotting it carefully, I gave it into his hands, at the same time
asking him to read it, lest my writing should not be decipherable and
any question might be asked concerning it. As he read I watched his
face intently. Never shall I forget the expression that swept over
it. I had scored a complete victory. The shaft went home. But only
for an instant. With wonderful alacrity he recovered himself and,
shaking me feebly by the hand, bade me goodbye, promising to see that
my message was properly delivered.
When he had gone I laid myself back in my chair for a good think.
The situation was a peculiar one in every way. If he were up to some
devilry I had probably warned him. If not, why had he betrayed
himself so openly?
Half an hour later an answer to my first telegram arrived, and,
such is the working of Fate, it necessitated my immediate return to
London. I had been thinking of going for some days past, but had put
it off. Now it was decided for me.
As I did not know whether I should return to Bournemouth again, I
determined to call upon the Marquis to bid him goodbye. Accordingly,
donning my hat, I set off for the house.
Now if Burke may be believed, the Duke of Glenbarth possesses
houses in half the counties of the kingdom; but I am told his seaside
residence takes precedence of them all in his affections. Standing
well out on the cliffs, it commands a lovely view of the bay--looks
toward the Purbeck Hills on the right, and the Isle of Wight and
Hengistbury Head on the left. The house itself, as far as I could
see, left nothing to be desired, and the grounds had been beautified
in the highest form of landscape gardening.
I found my friend and his father in a summer-house upon the lawn.
Both appeared unaffectedly glad to see me, and equally sorry to hear
that I had come to bid them goodbye. Mr Baxter was not visible, and
it was with no little surprise I learned that he, too, was
contemplating a trip to the metropolis.
"I hope, if ever you visit Bournemouth again, you will come and
see us," said the Duke as I rose to leave.
"Thank you," said I, "and I hope if ever your son visits Australia
you will permit me to be of some service to him."
"You are very kind. I will bear your offer in mind."
Shaking hands with them both, I bade them goodbye, and went out
through the gate.
But I was not to escape without an interview with my clerical
friend after all. As I left the grounds and turned into the public
road I saw a man emerge from a little wicket gate some fifty yards or
so further down the hedge. From the way he made his appearance, it
was obvious he had been waiting for me to leave the house.
It was, certainly enough, my old friend Baxter. As I came up with
him he said, with the same sanctimonious grin that usually encircled
his mouth playing round it now:
"A nice evening for a stroll, Mr Hatteras."
"A very nice evening, as you say, Mr Baxter."
"May I intrude myself upon your privacy for five minutes?"
"With pleasure. What is your business?"
"Of small concern to you, sir, but of immense importance to me. Mr
Hatteras, I have it in my mind that you do not like me."
"I hope I have not given you cause to think so. Pray what can have
put such a notion into your head?"
I half hoped that he would make some allusion to the telegram he
had dispatched for me that morning, but he was far too cunning for
that. He looked me over and over out of his small ferrety eyes before
"I cannot tell you why I think so, Mr Hatteras, but instinct
generally makes us aware when we are not quite all we might be to
other people. Forgive me for speaking in this way to you, but you
must surely see how much it means to me to be on good terms with
friends of my employer's family."
"You are surely not afraid lest I should prejudice the Duke
"Not afraid, Mr Hatteras! I have too much faith in your sense of
justice to believe that you would willingly deprive me of my means of
livelihood--for of course that is what it would mean in plain
"Then you need have no fear. I have just said goodbye to them. I
am going away tomorrow, and it is very improbable that I shall ever
see either of them again."
"You are leaving for Australia?"
"Very shortly, I think."
"I am much obliged to you for the generous way you have treated
me. I shall never forget your kindness."
"Pray don't mention it. Is that all you have to say to me? Then
"Good-evening, Mr Hatteras." He turned back by another gate into
the garden, and I continued my way along the cliff, reflecting on the
curious interview I had just passed through. If the truth must be
known, I was quite at a loss to understand what he meant by it! Why
had he asked that question about Australia? Was it only chance that
had led him to put it, or was it done designedly, and for some reason
connected with that mysterious "Train" mentioned in his telegram?
I was to find out later, and only too thoroughly!
CHAPTER VI. I meet Dr Nikola again
IT is strange with what ease, rapidity, and apparent
unconsciousness the average man jumps from crisis to crisis in that
strange medley he is accustomed so flippantly to call His Life. It
was so in my case. For two days after my return from Bournemouth I
was completely immersed in the toils of Hatton Garden, had no thought
above the sale of pearls and the fluctuations in the price of shell;
yet, notwithstanding all this, the afternoon of the third day found
me kicking my heels on the pavement of Trafalgar Square, my mind
quite made up, my passage booked, and my ticket for Australia stowed
away in my waistcoat pocket.
As I stood there the grim, stone faces of the lions above me were
somehow seen obscurely, Nelson's monument was equally unregarded, for
my thoughts were far away with my mind's eye, following an ocean
mail-steamer as she threaded her tortuous way between the Heads and
along the placid waters of Sydney Harbour.
So wrapped up was I in the folds of this agreeable reverie, that
when I felt a heavy hand upon my shoulder and heard a masculine voice
say joyfully in my ear, 'Dick Hatteras, or I'm a Dutchman,' I started
as if I had been shot.
Brief as was the time given me for reflection, it was long enough
for that voice to conjure up a complete scene in my mind. The last
time I had heard it was on the bridge of the steamer Yarraman, lying
in the land-locked harbour of Cairns, on the Eastern Queensland
coast; a canoeful of darkies were jabbering alongside, and a cargo of
bananas was being shipped aboard.
I turned and held out my hand.
"Jim Percival!" I cried, with as much pleasure as astonishment.
"How on earth does it come about that you are here?"
"Arrived three days ago," the good-looking young fellow replied.
"We're lying in the River just off the West India Docks. The old man
kept us at it like galley slaves till I began to think we should
never get the cargo out. Been up to the office this morning, coming
back saw you standing here looking as if you were thinking of
something ten thousand miles away. I tell you I nearly jumped out of
my skin with astonishment, thought there couldn't be two men with the
same face and build, so smacked you on the back, discovered I was
right, and here we are. Now spin your yarn. But stay, let's first
find a more convenient place than this."
We strolled down the Strand together, and at last had the good
fortune to discover a "house of call"' that met with even his critical
approval. Here I narrated as much of my doings since we had last met,
as I thought would satisfy his curiosity. My meeting with that
mysterious individual at the French restaurant and my suspicions of
Baxter particularly amused him.
"What a rum beggar you are, to be sure!" was his disconcerting
criticism when I had finished. "What earthly reason have you for
thinking that this chap, Baxter, has any designs upon your young
swell, Beckenham, or whatever his name may be?"
"What makes you stand by to shorten sail when you see a suspicious
look about the sky? Instinct, isn't it?"
"That's a poor way out of the argument, to my thinking."
"Well, at any rate, time will show how far I'm right or wrong;
though I don't suppose I shall hear any more of the affair, as I
return to Australia in the Saratoga on Friday next."
"And what are you going to do now?"
"I haven't the remotest idea. My business is completed, and I'm
just kicking my heels in idleness till Friday comes and it is time
for me to set off for Plymouth."
"Then I have it. You'll just come along down to the docks with me;
I'm due back at the old hooker at five sharp. You'll dine with us--
pot luck, of course. Your old friend Riley is still chief officer;
I'm second; young Cleary, whom you remember as apprentice, is now
third; and, if I'm not very much mistaken, we'll find old Donald
Maclean aboard too, tinkering away at his beloved engines. I don't
believe that fellow could take a holiday away from his thrust blocks
and piston rods if he were paid to. We'll have a palaver about old
times, and I'll put you ashore myself when you want to go. There,
what do you say?"
"I'm your man," said I, jumping at his offer with an alacrity
which must have been flattering to him.
The truth was, I was delighted to have secured some sort of
companionship, for London, despite its multitudinous places of
amusement, and its five millions of inhabitants, is but a dismal
caravanserai to be left alone in. Moreover, the Yarraman's officers
and I were old friends, and, if the truth must be told, my heart
yearned for the sight of a ship and a talk about days gone by.
Accordingly, we made our way down to the Embankment, took the
underground train at Charing Cross for Fenchurch Street, proceeding
thence by "The London and Blackwall" to the West India Docks.
The Yarraman, travel-stained, and bearing on her weather-beaten
plates evidences of the continuous tramp-like life she had led, lay
well out in the stream. Having chartered a waterman, we were put on
board, and I had the satisfaction of renewing my acquaintance with
the chief officer, Riley, at the yawning mouth of the for'ard hatch.
The whilom apprentice, Cleary, now raised to the dignity of third
officer, grinned a welcome to me from among the disordered raffle of
the fo'c'stle head, while that excellent artificer, Maclean, oil-can
and spanner in hand, greeted me affectionately in Gaelic from the
entrance to the engine-room. The skipper was ashore, so I seated
myself on the steps leading to the hurricane deck, and felt at home
Upon the circumstances attending that reunion there is no
necessity for me to dwell. Suffice it that we dined in the deserted
saloon, and adjourned later to my friend Percival's cabin in the
alleyway just for'ard of the engine-room, where several bottles of
Scotch whisky, a strange collection of glassware, and an assortment
of excellent cigars, were produced. Percival and Cleary, being the
juniors, ensconced themselves on the top bunk; Maclean (who had been
induced to abandon his machinery in honour of our meeting) was given
the washhandstand. Riley took the cushioned locker in the corner,
while I, as their guest, was permitted the luxury of a canvas-backed
deck-chair, the initials on the back of which were not those of its
present owner. At first the conversation was circumscribed, and
embraced Plimsoll, the attractions of London, and the decline in the
price of freight; but, as the contents of the second bottle waned,
speech became more unfettered, and the talk drifted into channels and
latitudes widely different. Circumstances connected with bygone days
were recalled; the faces of friends long hidden in the mists of time
were brought again to mind; anecdotes illustrative of various types
of maritime character succeeded each other in brisk succession, till
Maclean, without warning, finding his voice, burst into incongruous
melody. One song suggested another; a banjo was produced, and tuned
to the noise of clinking glasses; and every moment the atmosphere
How long this concert would have lasted I cannot say, but I
remember, after the third repetition of the chorus of the sea-chanty
that might have been heard a mile away, glancing at my watch and
discovering to my astonishment that it was past ten o'clock. Then
rising to my feet I resisted all temptations to stay the night, and
reminded my friend Percival of his promise to put me ashore again. He
was true to his word, and five minutes later we were shoving off from
the ship's side amid the valedictions of my hosts. I have a
recollection to this day of the face of the chief engineer gazing
sadly down upon me from the bulwarks, while his quavering voice
asserted the fact, in dolorous tones, that
"Aft hae I rov'd by bonny Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly see did I o' mine"
With this amorous farewell still ringing in my ears I landed at
Limehouse Pier, and bidding my friend goodbye betook myself by the
circuitous route of Emmett and Ropemaker Streets and Church Row to
that aristocratic thoroughfare known as the East India Dock Road.
The night was dark and a thick rain was falling, presenting the
mean-looking houses, muddy road, and foot-stained pavements in an
aspect that was even more depressing than was usual to them. Despite
the inclemency of the weather and the lateness of the hour, however,
the street was crowded; blackguard men and foul-mouthed women, such a
class as I had never in all my experience of rough folk encountered
before, jostled each other on the pavements with scant ceremony;
costermongers cried their wares, small boys dashed in and out of the
crowd at top speed, and flaring gin palaces took in and threw out
continuous streams of victims.
For some minutes I stood watching this melancholy picture,
contrasting it with others in my mind. Then turning to my left hand I
pursued my way in the direction I imagined the Stepney railway
station to lie. It was not pleasant walking, but I was interested in
the life about me--the people, the shops, the costermongers' barrows,
and I might even say the public-houses.
I had not made my way more than a hundred yards along the street
when an incident occurred that was destined to bring with it a train
of highly important circumstances. As I crossed the entrance to a
small side street, the door of an ill-looking tavern was suddenly
thrust open and the body of a man was propelled from it, with a
considerable amount of violence, directly into my arms. Having no
desire to act as his support I pushed him from me, and as I did so
glanced at the door through which he had come. Upon the glass was a
picture, presumably nautical, and under it this legend "The Green
Sailor." In a flash Bournemouth post office rose before my mind's
eye, the startled face of Baxter on the doorstep, the swinging pencil
on the telegraph stand, and the imprint of the mysterious message
addressed to "Nikola, Green Sailor Hotel, East India Dock Road." So
complete was my astonishment that at first I could do nothing but
stand stupidly staring at it, then my curiosity asserted itself and,
seeking the private entrance, I stepped inside. A short passage
conducted me to a small and evil-smelling room abutting on the bar.
On the popular side of the counter the place was crowded; in the
chamber where I found myself I was the sole customer. A small table
stood in the centre, and round this two or three chairs were ranged,
while several pugnacious prints lent an air of decoration to the
On the other side, to the left of that through which I had
entered, a curtained doorway hinted at a similar room beyond. A small
but heavily-built man, whom I rightly judged to be the landlord, was
busily engaged with an assistant, dispensing liquor at the counter,
but when I rapped upon the table he forsook his customers, and came
to learn my wishes. I called for a glass of whisky, and seated myself
at the table preparatory to commencing my enquiries as to the
existence of Baxter's mysterious friend. But at the moment that I was
putting my first question the door behind the half-drawn curtain,
which must have been insecurely fastened, opened about an inch, and a
voice greeted my ears that brought me up all standing with surprise.
It was the voice of Baxter himself.
"I assure you," he was saying, "it was desperate work from
beginning to end, and I was never so relieved in my life as when I
discovered that he had really come to say goodbye."
At this juncture one of them must have realized that the door was
open, for I heard some one rise from his chair and come towards it.
Acting under the influence of a curiosity, which was as baneful to
himself as it was fortunate for me, before closing it he opened the
door wider and looked into the room where I sat. It was Baxter, and
if I live to be an hundred I shall not forget the expression on his
face as his eyes fell upon me.
"Mr Hatteras!" he gasped, clutching at the wall for support.
Resolved to take him at a disadvantage, I rushed towards him and
shook him warmly by the hand, at the same time noticing that he had
discarded his clerical costume. It was too late now for him to
pretend that he did not know me, and as I had taken the precaution to
place my foot against it, it was equally impossible for him to shut
the door. Seeing this he felt compelled to surrender, and I will do
him the justice to admit that he did it with as good a grace as
"Mr Baxter," I said, "this is the last place I should have
expected to meet you in. May I come in and sit down?"
Without giving him time to reply I entered the room, resolved to
see who his companion might be. Of course, in my own mind I had quite
settled that it was the person to whom he had telegraphed from
Bournemouth--in other words Nikola. But who was Nikola? And had I
ever seen him before?
My curiosity was destined to be satisfied, and in a most
unexpected fashion. For there, sitting at the table, a half-smoked
cigarette between his fingers, and his face turned towards me, was
the man whom I had seen playing chess in the restaurant, the man who
had told me my name by the cards in my pocket, and the man who had
warned me in such a mysterious fashion about my sweetheart's
departure. He was Baxter's correspondent! He was Nikola!
Whatever my surprise may have been, he was not in the least
disconcerted, but rose calmly from his seat and proffered me his
hand, saying as he did so:
"Good-evening, Mr Hatteras. I am delighted to see you, and still
more pleased to learn that you and my worthy old friend, Baxter, have
met before. Won't you sit down?"
I seated myself on a chair at the further end of the table; Baxter
meanwhile looked from one to the other of us as if uncertain whether
to go or stay. Presently, however, he seemed to make up his mind, and
advancing towards Nikola, said, with an earnestness that I could see
was assumed for the purpose of putting me off the scent:
"And so I cannot induce you, Dr Nikola, to fit out an expedition
for the work I have named?"
"If I had five thousand pounds to throw away," replied Nikola, "I
might think of it, Mr Baxter, but as I haven't you must understand
that it is impossible." Then seeing that the other was anxious to be
going, he continued, "Must you be off? then good-night."
Baxter shook hands with us both with laboured cordiality, and
having done so slunk from the room. When the door closed upon him
Nikola turned to me.
"There must be some fascination about a missionary's life after
all," he said. "My old tutor, Baxter, as you are aware, has a
comfortable position with the young Marquis of Beckenham, which, if
he conducts himself properly, may lead to something really worth
having in the future, and yet here he is anxious to surrender it in
order to go back to his missionary work in New Guinea, to his hard
life, insufficient food, and almost certain death."
"He was in New Guinea then?"
"Five years--so he tells me."
"Are you certain of that?"
"Then all I can say is that, in spite of his cloth, Mr Baxter does
not always tell the truth."
"I am sorry you should think that. Pray what reason have you for
"Simply because in a conversation I had with him at Bournemouth he
deliberately informed me that he had never been near New Guinea in
"You must have misunderstood him. However that has nothing to do
with us. Let us turn to a pleasanter subject."
He rang the bell, and the landlord having answered it, ordered
more refreshment. When it arrived he lit another cigarette, and
leaning back in his chair glanced at me through half-closed eyes.
Then occurred one of the most curious and weird circumstances
connected with this meeting. Hardly had he laid himself back in his
chair before I heard a faint scratching against the table leg, and
next moment an enormous cat, black as the Pit of Tophet, sprang with
a bound upon the table and stood there steadfastly regarding me, its
eyes flashing and its back arched. I have seen cats without number,
Chinese, Persian, Manx, the Australian wild cat, and the English
tabby, but never in the whole course of my existence such another as
that owned by Dr Nikola. When it had regarded me with its evil eyes
for nearly a minute, it stepped daintily across to its master, and
rubbed itself backwards and forwards against his arm, then to my
astonishment it clambered up on to his shoulder and again gave me the
benefit of its fixed attention. Dr Nikola must have observed the
amazement depicted in my face, for he smiled in a curious fashion,
and coaxing the beast down into his lap fell to stroking its fur with
his long, white fingers. It was as uncanny a performance as ever I
had the privilege of witnessing.
"And so, Mr Hatteras," he said slowly, "you are thinking of
"I am," I replied, with a little start of natural astonishment.
"But how did you know it?"
"After the conjuring tricks--we agreed to call them conjuring
tricks, I think--I showed you a week or two ago, I wonder that you
should ask such a question. You have the ticket in your pocket even
All the time he had been speaking his extraordinary eyes had never
left my face; they seemed to be reading my very soul, and his cat
ably seconded his efforts.
"By the way, I should like to ask you a few questions about those
self-same conjuring tricks," I said. "Do you know you gave me a most
"I am very glad to hear it; I hope you profited by it."
"It cost me a good deal of uneasiness, if that's any consolation
to you. I want to know how you did it!"
"My fame as a wizard would soon evaporate if I revealed my
methods," he answered, still looking steadfastly at me. "However, I
will give you another exhibition of my powers, if you like. In fact,
another warning. Have you confidence enough in me to accept it?"
"I'll wait and see what it is first," I replied cautiously, trying
to remove my eyes from his.
"Well, my warning to you is this--you intend to sail in the
Saratoga for Australia on Friday next, don't you? Well, then, don't
go; as you love your life, don't go!"
"Good gracious! and why on earth not?" I cried.
He stared fixedly at me for more than half a minute before he
answered. There was no escaping those dreadful eyes, and the regular
sweep of those long white fingers on the cat's black fur seemed to
send a cold shiver right down my spine. Bit by bit I began to feel a
curious sensation of dizziness creeping over me.
"Because you will not go. You cannot go. I forbid you to go."
I roused myself with an effort, and sprang to my feet, crying as I
"And what right have you to forbid me to do anything? I'll go on
Friday, come what may. And I'd like to see the man who will prevent
Though he must have reali'
"My dear fellow," he murmured gently, knocking off the ash of his
cigarette against the table edge as he did so, "no one is seeking to
prevent you. I gave you, at your own request--you will do me the
justice to admit that--a little piece of advice. If you do not care
to follow it, that is your concern, not mine; but pray do not blame
me. Must you really go now? Then good-night, and goodbye, for I don't
suppose I shall see you this side of the Line again."
I took his proffered hand, and wished him good-night. Having done
so, I left the house, heartily glad to have said goodbye to the only
man in my life whom I have really feared.
When in the train, on my way back to town, I came to review the
meeting in the "Green Sailor," I found myself face to face with a
series of problems very difficult to work out. How had Nikola first
learned my name? How had he heard of the Wetherells? Was he the
mysterious person his meeting with whom had driven Wetherell out of
England? Why had Baxter telegraphed to him that "the train was laid?"
Was I the new danger that had arisen? How had Baxter come to be at
the "Green Sailor" in non-clerical costume? Why had he been so
disturbed at my entry? Why had Nikola invented such a lame excuse to
account for his presence there? Why had he warned me not to sail in
the Saratoga? and, above all, why had he resorted to hypnotism to
secure his ends?
I asked myself these questions, but one by one I failed to answer
them to my satisfaction. Whatever other conclusion I might have come
to, however, one thing at least was certain: that was, that my
original supposition was a correct one. There was a tremendous
mystery somewhere. Whether or not I was to lose my interest in it
after Friday remained to be seen.
Arriving at Fenchurch Street, I again took the Underground, and,
bringing up at the Temple, walked to my hotel off the Strand. It was
nearly twelve o'clock by the time I entered the hall; but late as it
was I found time to examine the letter rack. It contained two
envelopes bearing my name, and taking them out I carried them with me
to my room. One, to my delight, bore the postmark of Port Said, and
was addressed in my sweetheart's handwriting. You may guess how
eagerly I tore it open, and with what avidity I devoured its
contents. From it I gathered that they had arrived at the entrance of
the Suez Canal safely; that her father had recovered his spirits more
and more with every mile that separated him from Europe. He was now
almost himself again, she said, but still refused with characteristic
determination to entertain the smallest notion of myself as a
son-in-law. But Phyllis herself did not despair of being able to talk
him round. Then came a paragraph which struck me as being so peculiar
as to warrant my reproducing it here:
"The passengers, what we have seen of them, appear to be, with one
exception, a nice enough set of people. That exception, however, is
intolerable; his name is Prendergast, and his personal appearance is
as objectionable as his behaviour is extraordinary; his hair is
snow-white and his face is deeply pitted with smallpox. This is, of
course, not his fault, but it seems somehow to aggravate the distaste
I have for him. Unfortunately we were thrown into his company in
Naples, and since then the creature has so far presumed upon that
introduction, that he scarcely leaves me alone for a moment. Papa
does not seem to mind him so much, but I continually thank goodness
that, as he leaves the boat in Port Said, the rest of the voyage will
be performed without him."
The remainder of the letter has no concern for anyone but myself
so I do not give it. Having read it I folded it up and put it in my
pocket, feeling that if I had been on board the boat I should in all
probability have allowed Mr Prendergast to understand that his
attentions were distasteful and not in the least required. If I could
only have foreseen that within a fortnight I was to be enjoying the
doubtful pleasure of that very gentleman's society, under
circumstances as important as life and death, I don't doubt I should
have thought still more strongly on the subject.
The handwriting of the second envelope was bold, full of character
but quite unknown to me. I opened it with a little feeling of
curiosity and glanced at the signature, "Beckenham."
It ran as follows:
"West Cliff, Bournemouth,
"MY DEAR MR HATTERAS,
I have great and wonderful news to tell you! This week has proved an
extraordinarily eventful one for me, for what do you think? My father
has suddenly decided that I shall travel. All the details have been
settled in a great hurry. You will understand this when I tell you
that Mr Baxter and I sail for Sydney in the steamship Saratoga next
week. My father telegraphed to Mr Baxter, who is in London, to book
our passages and to choose our cabins this morning. I can only say
that my greatest wish is that you were coming with us. Is it so
impossible? Cannot you make your arrangements fit in? We shall travel
overland to Naples and join the boat there. This is Mr Baxter's
proposition, and you may be sure, considering what I shall see en
route, I have no objection to urge against it. Our tour will be an
extensive one. We visit Australia and New Zealand, go thence to
Honolulu, thence to San Francisco, returning, across the United
States, via Canada, to Liverpool. "You may imagine how excited I am
at the prospect, and as I feel that I owe a great measure of my good
fortune to you, I want to be the first to acquaint you of it.
"Yours ever sincerely,
I read the letter through a second time, and then sat down on my
bed to think it out. One thing was self-evident. I knew now how
Nikola had become aware that I was going to sail in the mail boat on
Friday; Baxter had seen my name in the passenger list, and had
I undressed and went to bed, but not to sleep. I had a problem to
work out, and a more than usually difficult one it was. Here was the
young Marquis of Beckenham, I told myself, only son of his father,
heir to a great name and enormous estates, induced to travel by my
representations. There was a conspiracy afoot in which, I could not
help feeling certain, the young man was in some way involved. And yet
I had no right to be certain about it after all, for my suspicions at
best were only conjectures. Now the question was whether I ought to
warn the Duke or not? If I did I might be frightening him without
cause, and might stop his son's journey; and if I did not, and things
went wrong--well, in that case, I should be the innocent means of
bringing a great and lasting sorrow upon his house. Hour after hour I
turned this question over and over in my mind, uncertain how to act.
The clocks chimed their monotonous round, the noises died down and
rose again in the streets, and daylight found me only just come to a
decision. I would not tell him; but at the same time I would make
doubly sure that I sailed aboard that ship myself, and that
throughout the voyage I was by the young man's side to guard him from
Breakfast time came, and I rose from my bed wearied with thought.
Even a bath failed to restore my spirits. I went downstairs and
crossing the hall again, examined the rack. Another letter awaited
me. I passed into the dining-room and, seating myself at my table,
ordered breakfast. Having done so, I turned to my correspondence.
Fate seemed to pursue me. On this occasion the letter was from the
lad's father, the Duke of Glenbarth himself, and ran as follows:
"Sandridge Castle, Bournemouth,
"DEAR MR HATTERAS,
"MY son tells me he has acquainted you with the news of his
departure for Australia next week. I don't doubt this will cause you
some little surprise; but it has been brought about by a curious
combination of circumstances. Two days ago I received a letter from
my old friend, the Earl of Amberley, who, as you know, has for the
past few years been Governor of the colony of New South Wales,
telling me that his term of Office will expire in four months. Though
he has not seen my boy since the latter was two years old, I am
anxious that he should be at the head of affairs when he visits the
colony. Hence this haste. I should have liked nothing better than to
have accompanied him myself, but business of the utmost importance
detains me in England. I am, however, sending Mr Baxter with him,
with powerful credentials, and if it should be in your power to do
anything to assist them you will be adding materially to the debt of
gratitude I already owe you.
"Believe me, my dear Mr Hatteras, to be, "Very truly yours,
My breakfast finished, I answered both these letters, informed my
friends of my contemplated departure by the same steamer, and
promised that I would do all that lay in my power to ensure both the
young traveller's pleasure and his safety.
For the rest of the morning I was occupied inditing a letter to my
sweetheart, informing her of my return to the Colonies, and telling
her all my adventures since her departure.
The afternoon was spent in saying goodbye to the few business
friends I had made in London, and in the evening I went for the last
time to a theatre.
Five minutes to eleven o'clock next morning found me at Waterloo
sitting in a first-class compartment of the West of England express,
bound for Plymouth and Australia. Though the platform was crowded to
excess, I had the carriage so far to myself, and was about to
congratulate myself on my good fortune, when a porter appeared on the
scene, and deposited a bag in the opposite corner. A moment later,
and just as the train was in motion, a man jumped in the carriage,
tipped the servant, and then placed a basket upon the rack. The train
was half-way out of the station before he turned round, and my
suspicions were confirmed. It was Dr Nikola!
Though he must have known who his companion was, he affected great
"Mr Hatteras," he cried, "I think this is the most extraordinary
coincidence I have ever experienced in my life."
"Why so?" I asked. "You knew I was going to Plymouth today, and
one moment's reflection must have told you, that as my boat sails at
eight, I would be certain to take the morning express, which lands me
there at five. Should I be indiscreet if I asked where you may be
"Like yourself, I am also visiting Plymouth," he answered, taking
the basket, before mentioned, down from the rack, and drawing a
French novel from his coat pocket. "I expect an old Indian friend
home by the mail boat that arrives tonight. I am going down to meet
I felt relieved to hear that he was not thinking of sailing in the
Saratoga, and after a few polite commonplaces, we both lapsed into
silence. I was too suspicious, and he was too wary, to appear over
friendly. Clapham, Wimbledon, Surbiton, came and went. Weybridge and
Woking flashed by at lightning speed, and even Basingstoke was
reached before we spoke again. That station behind us, Dr Nikola took
the basket before mentioned on his knee, and opened it. When he had
done so, the same enormous black cat, whose acquaintance I had made
in the East India Dock Road, stepped proudly forth. In the daylight
the brute looked even larger and certainly fiercer than before. I
felt I should have liked nothing better than to have taken it by the
tail and hurled it out of the window. Nikola, on the other hand,
seemed to entertain for it the most extraordinary affection.
Now such was this marvellous man's power of fascination that by
the time we reached Andover Junction his conversation had roused me
quite out of myself, had made me forget my previous distrust of him,
and enabled me to tell myself that this railway journey was one of
the most enjoyable I had ever undertaken.
In Salisbury we took luncheon baskets on board, with two bottles
of champagne, for which my companion, in spite of my vigorous
protest, would insist upon paying.
As the train rolled along the charming valley, in which lie the
miniature towns of Wilton, Dinton, and Tisbury, we pledged each other
in right good fellowship, and by the time Exeter was reached were
friendly enough to have journeyed round the world together. Exeter
behind us, I began to feel drowsy, and before the engine came to a
standstill at Okehampton was fast asleep.
I remember no more of that ill-fated journey; nor, indeed have I
any recollection of anything at all, until I woke up in Room No. 37
of the Ship and Vulture Hotel in Plymouth.
The sunshine was streaming in through the slats of the Venetian
blinds, and a portly gentleman, with a rosy face, and grey hair, was
standing by my bedside, holding my wrist in his hand, and calmly
scrutinising me. A nurse in hospital dress stood beside him.
"I think he'll do now," he said to her as he rubbed his plump
hands together; "but I'll look round in the course of the
"One moment," I said feebly, for I found I was too weak to speak
above a whisper. "Would you mind telling me where I am, and what is
the matter with me?"
"I should very much like to be able to do so," was the doctor's
reply. "My opinion is, if you want me to be candid, that you have
been drugged and well-nigh poisoned, by a remarkably clever chemist.
But what the drug and the poison were, and who administered it to
you, and the motive for doing so, is more than I can tell you. From
what I can learn from the hotel proprietors you were brought here
from the railway station in a cab last night by a gentleman who
happened to find you in the carriage in which you travelled down from
London. You were in such a curious condition that I was sent for and
this nurse procured. Now you know all abou--"t
"What day did you say this is?"
"Saturday, to be sure."
"Saturday!" I cried. "You don't mean that! Then, by Jove, I've
missed the Saratoga after all. Here, let me get up! And tell them
downstairs to send for the Inspector of Police. I have got to get to
the bottom of this."
I sat up in bed, but was only too glad to lie down again, for my
weakness was extraordinary. I looked at the doctor.
"How long before you can have me fit to travel?"
"Give yourself three days' rest and quiet," he replied, "and we'll
see what we can do."
"Three days? And two days and a half to cross the continent,
that's five and a half--say six days. Good! I'll catch the boat in
Naples, and then, Dr Nikola, if you're aboard, as I suspect, I should
advise you to look out."
CHAPTER VII. Port Said, And What Befell Us
FORTUNATELY for me my arrangements fitted in exactly, so that at
one thirty p.m., on the seventh day after my fatal meeting with Dr
Nikola in the West of England express, I had crossed the continent,
and stood looking out on the blue waters of Naples Bay. To my right
was the hill of San Martino, behind me that of Capo di Monte, while
in the distance, to the southward, rose the cloud-tipped summit of
Vesuvius. The journey from London is generally considered, I believe,
a long and wearisome one; it certainly proved so to me, for it must
be remembered that my mind was impatient of every delay, while my
bodily health was not as yet recovered from the severe strain that
had been put upon it.
The first thing to be done on arrival at the terminus was to
discover a quiet hotel; a place where I could rest and recoup during
the heat of the day, and, what was perhaps more important, where I
should run no risk of meeting with Dr Nikola or his satellites. I had
originally intended calling at the office of the steamship company in
order to explain the reason of my not joining the boat in Plymouth,
planning afterwards to cast about me, among the various hotels, for
the Marquis of Beckenham and Mr Baxter. But, on second thoughts, I
saw the wisdom of abandoning both these courses. If you have followed
the thread of my narrative, you will readily understand why.
Nor for the same reason did I feel inclined to board the steamer
which I could see lying out in the harbour, until darkness had
fallen. I ascertained, however, that she was due to sail at midnight,
and that the mails were already being got aboard.
Almost exactly as eight o'clock was striking, I mounted the
gangway, and strolled down the promenade deck to the first saloon
entrance; then calling a steward to my assistance, I had my baggage
conveyed to my cabin, where I set to work arranging my little
knicknacks, and making myself comfortable for the five weeks' voyage
that lay before us. So far I had seen nothing of my friends, and, on
making enquiries, I discovered that they had not yet come aboard.
Indeed, they did not do so until the last boat had discharged its
burden at the gangway. Then I met Lord Beckenham on the promenade
deck, and unaffected was the young man's delight at seeing me.
"Mr Hatteras," he cried, running forward to greet me with
out-stretched hand, "this was all that was wanting to make my
happiness complete. I am glad to see you. I hope your cabin is near
"I'm on the port side just abaft the pantry," I answered, shaking
him by the hand. "But tell me about yourself. I expect you had a
pleasant journey across the continent."
"Delightful!" was his reply. "We stayed a day in Paris, and
another in Rome, and since we have been here we have been rushing
about seeing everything, like a regulation pair of British
At this moment Mr Baxter, who had been looking after the luggage,
I suppose, made his appearance, and greeted me with more cordiality
than I had expected him to show. To my intense surprise, however, he
allowed no sign of astonishment to escape him at my having joined the
boat after all. But a few minutes later, as we were approaching the
companion steps, he said:--
"I understood from his lordship, Mr Hatteras, that you were to
embark at Plymouth; was I mistaken, therefore, when I thought I saw
you coming off with your luggage this evening?"
"No, you were not mistaken," I answered, being able now to account
for his lack of surprise. "I came across the continent like
yourselves, and only joined the vessel a couple of hours ago."
Here the Marquis chimed in, and diverted the conversation into
"Where is everybody?" he asked, when Mr Baxter had left us and
gone below. "There are a lot of names on the passenger list, and yet
I see nobody about!"
"They are all in bed," I answered. "It is getting late, you see,
and, if I am not mistaken, we shall be under way in a few
"Then, I think, if you'll excuse me for a few moments, I'll go
below to my cabin. I expect Mr Baxter will be wondering where I
When he had left me I turned to the bulwarks and stood looking
across the water at the gleaming lights ashore. One by one the boats
alongside pushed off, and from the sounds that came from for'ard, I
gathered that the anchor was being got aboard. Five minutes later we
had swung round to our course and were facing for the open sea. For
the first mile or so my thoughts chased each other in rapid
succession. You must remember that it was in Naples I had learnt that
my darling loved me, and it was in Naples now that I was bidding
goodbye to Europe and to all the strange events that had befallen me
there. I leant upon the rail, looked at the fast receding country in
our wake, at old Vesuvius, fire-capped, away to port, at the Great
Bear swinging in the heavens to the nortard, and then thought of the
Southern Cross which, before many weeks were passed, would be lifting
its head above our bows to welcome me back to the sunny land and to
the girl I loved so well. Somehow I felt glad that the trip to
England was over, and that I was really on my way home at last.
The steamer ploughed her almost silent course, and three-quarters
of an hour later we were abreast of Capri. As I was looking at it,
Lord Beckenham came down the deck and stood beside me. His first
speech told me that he was still under the influence of his
excitement; indeed, he spoke in rapturous terms of the enjoyment he
expected to derive from his tour.
"But are you sure you will be a good sailor?" I asked.
"Oh, I have no fear of that," he answered confidently. "As you
know, I have been out in my boat in some pretty rough weather and
never felt in the least ill, so I don't think it is likely that I
shall begin to be a bad sailor on a vessel the size of the Saratoga.
By the way, when are we due to reach Port Said?"
"Next Thursday afternoon, I believe, if all goes well."
"Will you let me go ashore with you if you go? I don't want to
bother you, but after all you have told me about the place, I should
like to see it in your company."
"I'll take you with pleasure," I answered, "provided Mr Baxter
gives his consent. I suppose we must regard him as skipper."
"Oh, I don't think we need fear his refusing. He is very
good-natured, you know, and lets me have my own way a good deal."
"Where is he now?"
"Down below, asleep. He has had a lot of running about today and
thought he would turn in before we got under way. I think I had
better be going now. Good-night."
"Good-night," I answered, and he left me again.
When I was alone I returned to my thoughts of Phyllis and the
future, and as soon as my pipe was finished, went below to my bunk.
My berth mate I had discovered earlier in the evening was a portly
English merchant of the old school, who was visiting his agents in
Australia; and, from the violence of his snores, I should judge had
not much trouble on his mind. Fortunately mine was the lower bunk,
and, when I had undressed, I turned into it to sleep like a top until
roused by the bathroom steward at half-past seven next morning. After
a good bathe I went back to my cabin and set to work to dress. My
companion by this time was awake, but evidently not much inclined for
conversation. His usual jovial face, it struck me, was not as rosy as
when I had made his acquaintance the night before, and from certain
signs I judged that his good spirits were more than half assumed.
All this time a smart sea was running, and, I must own, the
Saratoga was rolling abominably.
"A very good morning to you, my dear sir," my cabin mate said,
with an air of enjoyment his pallid face belied, as I entered the
berth. "Pray how do you feel today?"
"In first-class form," I replied, "and as hungry as a hunter."
He laid himself back on his pillow with a remark that sounded very
much like "Oh dear," and thereafter I was suffered to shave and
complete my toilet in silence. Having done so I put on my cap and
went on deck.
It was indeed a glorious morning; bright sunshine streamed upon
the decks, the sea was a perfect blue, and so clear was the air that,
miles distant though it was from us, the Italian coastline could be
plainly discerned above the port bulwarks. By this time I had
cross-examined the chief steward, and satisfied myself that Nikola
was not aboard. His absence puzzled me considerably. Was it possible
that I could have been mistaken in the whole affair, and that
Baxter's motives were honest after all? But in that case why had
Nikola drugged me? And why had he warned me against sailing in the
Saratoga? The better to think it out I set myself for a vigorous
tramp round the hurricane deck, and was still revolving the matter in
my mind, when, on turning the corner by the smoking-room entrance, I
found myself face to face with Baxter himself. As soon as he saw me,
he came smiling towards me, holding out his hand.
"Good-morning, Mr Hatteras," he said briskly; "what a delightful
morning it is, to be sure. You cannot tell how much I am enjoying it.
The sea air seems to have made a new man of me already."
"I am glad to hear it. And pray how is your charge?" I asked, more
puzzled than ever by this display of affability.
"Not at all well, I am sorry to say."
"Not well? You don't surely mean to say that he is seasick?"
"I'm sorry to say I do. He was perfectly well until he got out of
his bunk half an hour ago. Then a sudden, but violent, fit of nausea
seized him, and drove him back to bed again."
"I am very sorry to hear it, I hope he will be better soon. He
would have been one of the last men I should have expected to be
bowled over. Are you coming for a turn round?"
"I shall feel honoured," he answered, and thereupon we set off,
step for step, for a constitutional round the deck. By the time we
had finished it was nine o'clock, and the saloon gong had sounded for
The meal over, I repaired to the Marquis's cabin, and having
knocked, was bidden enter. I found my lord in bed, retching
violently; his complexion was the colour of zinc, his hands were cold
and clammy; and after every spasm his face streamed with
"I am indeed sorry to see you like this," I said, bending over
him. "How do you feel now?"
"Very bad indeed!" he answered, with a groan. "I cannot understand
it at all. Before I got out of bed this morning I felt as well as
possible. Then Mr Baxter was kind enough to bring me a cup of coffee,
and within five minutes of drinking it, I was obliged to go back to
bed feeling hopelessly sick and miserable."
"Well, you must try and get round as soon as you can, and come on
deck; there's a splendid breeze blowing, and you'll find that will
clear the sickness out of you before you know where you are."
But his only reply was another awful fit of sickness, that made as
if it would tear his chest asunder. While he was under the influence
of it, his tutor entered, and set about ministering to him with a
care and fatherly tenderness that even deceived me. I can see things
more plainly now, on looking back at them, than I could then, but I
must own that Baxter's behaviour towards the boy that morning was of
a kind that would have hoodwinked the very Master of All Lies
himself. I could easily understand now how this man had come to have
such an influence over the kindly-natured Duke of Glenbarth, who,
when all was said and done, could have had but small experience of
men of Baxter's type.
Seeing that, instead of helping, I was only in the way, I
expressed a hope that the patient would soon be himself again, and
returned to the deck.
Luncheon came, and still Lord Beckenham was unable to leave his
berth. In the evening he was no better. The following morning he was,
if anything, stronger; but towards midday, just as he was thinking of
getting up, his nausea returned upon him, and he was obliged to
postpone the attempt. On Wednesday there was no improvement, and,
indeed, it was not until Thursday afternoon, when the low-lying coast
of Port Said was showing above the sea-line, that he felt in any way
fit to leave his bunk. In all my experience of seasickness I had
never known a more extraordinary case.
It was almost dark before we dropped our anchor off the town, and
as soon as we were at a standstill I went below to my friend's cabin.
He was sitting on the locker fully dressed.
"Port Said," I announced. "Now, how do you feel about going
ashore? Personally, I don't think you had better try it."
"Oh! but I want to go. I have been looking forward to it so much.
I am much stronger than I was, believe me, and Mr Baxter doesn't
think it could possibly hurt me."
"If you don't tire yourself too much," that gentleman put in.
"Very well, then," I said. "In that case I'm your man. There are
plenty of boats alongside, so we'll have no difficulty about getting
there. Won't you come, too, Mr Baxter?"
"I think not, thank you," he answered. "Port Said is not a place
of which I am very fond, and as we shall not have much time here, I
am anxious to utilize our stay in writing His Grace a letter
detailing our progress so far."
"In that case I think we had better be going," I said, turning to
We made our way on deck, and, after a little chaffering, secured a
boat, in which we were pulled ashore. Having arrived there, we were
immediately beset by the usual crowd of beggars and donkey boys, but
withstanding their importunities, we turned into the Rue de Commerce
and made our way inland. To my companion the crowded streets, the
diversity of nationalities and costume, and the strange variety of
shops and wares, were matters of absorbing interest. This will be the
better understood when it is remembered that, poor though Port Said
is in orientalism, it was nevertheless the first Eastern port he had
encountered. We had both a few purchases to make, and this business
satisfactorily accomplished, we hired a guide and started off to see
Passing out of the Rue de Commerce, our attention was attracted by
a lame young beggar who, leaning on his crutches, blocked our way
while he recited his dismal catalogue of woes. Our guide bade him be
off, and indeed I was not sorry to be rid of him, but I could see, by
glancing at his face, that my companion had taken his case more
seriously. In fact we had not proceeded more than twenty yards before
he asked me to wait a moment for him, and taking to his heels ran
back to the spot where we had left him. When he rejoined us I
"You don't mean to say that you gave that rascal money?"
"Only half a sovereign," he answered. "Perhaps you didn't hear the
pitiful story he told us? His father is dead, and now, if it were not
for his begging, his mother and five young sisters would all be
starving." I asked our guide if he knew the man, and whether his tale
"No, monsieur," he replied promptly, "it is all one big lie. His
father is in the jail, and, if she had her rights, his mother would
be there too." Not another word was said on the subject, but I could
see that the boy's generous heart had been hurt. How little he
guessed the effect that outburst of generosity was to have upon us
At our guide's suggestion, we passed from the commercial, through
the European quarter, to a large mosque situated in Arab Town. It was
a long walk, but we were promised that we should see something there
that would amply compensate us for any trouble we might be put to to
reach it. This turned out to be the case, but hardly in the fashion
he had predicted.
The mosque was certainly a fine building, and at the time of our
visit was thronged with worshippers. They knelt in two long lines,
reaching from end to end, their feet were bare, and their heads
turned towards the east. By our guide's instructions we removed our
boots at the entrance, but fortunately, seeing what was to transpire
later, took the precaution of carrying them into the building with
us. From the main hall we passed into a smaller one, where a number
of Egyptian standards, relics of the war of '82, were unrolled for
our inspection. While we were examining them, our guide, who had for
a moment left us, returned with a scared face to inform us that there
were a number of English tourists in the mosque who had refused to
take their boots off, and were evidently bent on making trouble. As
he spoke the ominous hum of angry voices drifted in to us, increasing
in volume as we listened. Our guide pricked up his ears and looked
anxiously at the door.
"There will be trouble directly," he said solemnly, "if those
young men do not behave themselves. If messieurs will be guided by
me, they will be going. I can show them a back way out."
For a moment I felt inclined to follow his advice, but Beckenham's
next speech decided me to stay.
"You will not go away and leave those stupid fellows to be
killed?" he said, moving towards the door into the mosque proper.
"However foolish they may have been, they are still our countrymen,
and whatever happens we ought to stand by them."
"If you think so, of course we will," I answered, "but remember it
may cost us our lives. You still want to stay? Very good, then, come
along, but stick close to me."
We left the small ante-room, in which we had been examining the
flags, and passed back into the main hall. Here an extraordinary
scene presented itself.
In the furthest corner, completely hemmed in by a crowd of furious
Arabs, were three young Englishmen, whose faces plainly showed how
well they understood the dangerous position into which their own
impudence and folly had enticed them.
Elbowing our way through the crowd, we reached their side, and
immediately called upon them to push their way towards the big doors;
but before this manoeuvre could be executed, someone had given an
order in Arabic, and we were all borne back against the wall.
"There is no help for it!" I cried to the biggest of the
strangers. "We must fight our way out. Choose your men and come
So saying, I gave the man nearest me one under the jaw to remember
me by, which laid him on his back, and then, having room to use my
arms, sent down another to keep him company. All this time my
companions were not idle, and to my surprise I saw the young Marquis
laying about him with a science that I had to own afterwards did
credit to his education. Our assailants evidently did not expect to
meet with this resistance, for they gave way and began to back
towards the door. One or two of them drew knives, but the space was
too cramped for them to do much harm with them.
"One more rush," I cried, "and we'll turn them out."
We made the rush, and next moment the doors were closed and barred
on the last of them. This done, we paused to consider our position.
True we had driven the enemy from the citadel, but then unless we
could find a means of escape, we ourselves were equally prisoners in
it. What was to be done?
Leaving three of our party to guard the doors, the remainder
searched the adjoining rooms for a means of escape; but though we
were unsuccessful in our attempt to find an exit, we did what was the
next best thing to it, discovered our cowardly guide in a corner
skulking in a curious sort of cupboard.
By the time we had proved to him that the enemy were really driven
out, and that we had possession of the mosque, he recovered his wits
a little, and managed, after hearing our promise to throw him to the
mob outside unless he discovered a means of escape for us, to cudgel
his brains and announce that he knew of one.
No sooner did we hear this, than we resolved to profit by it. The
mob outside was growing every moment more impatient, and from the
clang of steel-shod rifle butts on the stone steps we came to the
conclusion that the services of a force of soldiery had been called
in. The situation was critical, and twice imperious demands were made
upon us to open the door. But, as may be supposed, this we did not
feel inclined to do.
"Now, for your way out," I said, taking our trembling guide, whose
face seemed to blanch whiter and whiter with every knock upon the
door, by the shoulders, and giving him a preliminary shake. "Mind
what you're about, and remember, if you lead us into any trap, I'll
wring your miserable neck, as sure as you're alive. Go ahead."
Collecting our boots and shoes, which, throughout the tumult, had
been lying scattered about upon the floor, we passed into the
ante-room, and put them on. Then creeping softly out by another door,
we reached a small courtyard in the rear, surrounded on all sides by
high walls. Our way, so our guide informed us, lay over one of these.
But how we were to surmount them was a puzzle, for the lowest scaling
place was at least twelve feet high. However, the business had to be
done, and, what was more to the point, done quickly.
Calling the strongest of the tourists, who were by this time all
quite sober, to my side, I bade him stoop down as if he were playing
leap-frog; then, mounting his back myself, I stood upright, and
stretched my arms above my head. To my delight my fingers reached to
within a few inches of the top of the wall.
"Stand as steady as you can," I whispered, "for I'm going to
I did so, and clutched the edge. Now, if anybody thinks it is an
easy thing to pull oneself to the top of the wall in that fashion,
let him try it, and I fancy he'll discover his mistake. I only know I
found it a harder business than I had anticipated, so much harder
that when I reached the top I was so completely exhausted as to be
unable to do anything for more than a minute. Then I whispered to
another man to climb upon the first man's back, and stretch his hands
up to mine. He did so, and I pulled him up beside me. The guide came
next, then the other tourist, then Lord Beckenham. After which I took
off and lowered my coat to the man who had stood for us all, and
having done so, took a firm grip of the wall with my legs, and
dragged him up as I had done the others.
It had been a longer business than I liked, and every moment,
while we were about it, I expected to hear the cries of the mob
inside the mosque, and to find them pouring into the yard to prevent
our escape. The bolts on the door, however, must have possessed
greater strength than we gave them credit for. At any rate, they did
not give way.
When we were all safely on the wall, I asked the guide in which
direction we should now proceed; he pointed to the adjoining roofs,
and in Indian file, and with the stealthiness of cats, we accordingly
crept across them.
The third house surmounted, we found ourselves overlooking a
narrow alley, into which we first peered carefully, and, having
discovered that no one was about, eventually dropped.
"Now," said the guide, as soon as we were down, "we must run along
here, and turn to the left."
We did so, to find ourselves in a broader street, which eventually
brought us out into the thoroughfare through which we had passed to
reach the mosque.
Having got our bearings now, we headed for the harbour, or at
least for that part of the town with which I was best acquainted, as
fast as our legs would carry us. But, startling as they had been, we
had not yet done with adventures for the night.
Once in the security of the gaslit streets, we said goodbye to the
men who had got us into all the trouble, and having come to terms
with our guide, packed him off and proceeded upon our way alone.
Five minutes later the streaming lights of an open doorway brought
us to a standstill, and one glance told us we were looking into the
Casino. The noise of the roulette tables greeted our ears, and as we
had still plenty of time, and my companion was not tired, I thought
it a good opportunity to show him another phase of the seamy side of
But before I say anything about that I must chronicle a curious
circumstance. As we were entering the building, something made me
look round. To my intense astonishment I saw, or believed I saw, Dr
Nikola standing in the street, regarding me. Bidding my companion
remain where he was for a moment, I dashed out again and ran towards
the place where I had seen the figure. But I was too late. If it were
Dr Nikola, he had vanished as suddenly as he had come. I hunted
here, there, and everywhere, in doorways, under verandahs, and down
lanes, but it was no use, not a trace of him could I discover. So
abandoning my search, I returned to the Casino. Beckenham was waiting
for me, and together we entered the building.
The room was packed, and consequently all the tables were crowded,
but as we did not intend playing, this was a matter of small concern
to us. We were more interested in the players than the game. And,
indeed, the expressions on the faces around us were extraordinary. On
some hope still was in the ascendant, on others a haggard despair
seemed to have laid its grisly hand; on everyone was imprinted the
lust of gain. The effect on the young man by my side was peculiar. He
looked from face to face, as if he were observing the peculiarities
of some strange animals. I watched him, and then I saw his expression
Following the direction of his eyes, I observed a young man
putting down his stake upon the board. His face was hidden from me,
but by taking a step to the right I could command it. It was none
other than the young cripple who had represented his parents to be in
such poverty-stricken circumstances; the same young man whom
Beckenham had assisted so generously only two hours before. As we
looked, he staked his last coin, and that being lost, turned to leave
the building. To do this, it was necessary that he should pass close
by where we stood. Then his eyes met those of his benefactor, and
with a look of what might almost have been shame upon his face, he
slunk down the steps and from the building.
"Come, let us get out of this place," cried my companion
impatiently, "I believe I should go mad if I stayed here long."
Thereupon we passed out into the street, and without further ado
proceeded in the direction in which I imagined the Saratoga to lie. A
youth of about eighteen chequered summers requested, in broken
English, to be permitted the honour of piloting us, but feeling
confident of being able to find my way I declined his services.
For fully a quarter of an hour we plodded on, until I began to
wonder why the harbour did not heave in sight. It was a queer part of
the town we found ourselves in; the houses were perceptibly meaner
and the streets narrower. At last I felt bound to confess that I was
out of my reckoning, and did not know where we were.
"What are we to do?" asked my lord, looking at his watch. "It's
twenty minutes to eleven, and I promised Mr Baxter I would not be
later than the hour."
"What an idiot I was not to take that guide!"
The words were hardly out of my mouth before that personage
appeared round the corner and came towards us. I hailed his coming
with too much delight to notice the expression of malignant
satisfaction on his face, and gave him the name of the vessel we
desired to find. He appeared to understand, and the next moment we
were marching off under his guidance in an exactly contrary
We must have walked for at least ten minutes without speaking a
word. The streets were still small and ill-favoured, but, as this was
probably a short cut to the harbour, such minor drawbacks were not
From one small and dirty street we turned into another and broader
one. By this time not a soul was to be seen, only a vagrant dog or
two lying asleep in the road. In this portion of the town gas lamps
were at a discount, consequently more than half the streets lay in
deep shadow. Our guide walked ahead, we followed half-a-dozen paces
or so behind him. I remember noticing a Greek cognomen upon a
signboard, and recalling a similar name in Thursday Island, when
something very much resembling a thin cord touched my nose and fell
over my chin. Before I could put my hand up to it, it had begun to
tighten round my throat. Just at the same moment I heard my companion
utter a sharp cry, and after that I remember no more.
CHAPTER VIII. Our Imprisonment and Attempt at
FOR what length of time I lay unconscious after hearing
Beckenham's cry, and feeling the cord tighten round my throat, as
narrated in the preceding chapter, I have not the remotest idea; I
only know that when my senses returned to me again I found myself in
complete darkness. The cord was gone from my neck, it is true, but
something was still encircling it in a highly unpleasant fashion. On
putting my hand up to it, to my intense astonishment, I discovered it
to be a collar of iron, padlocked at the side, and communicating with
a wall at the back by means of a stout chain fixed in a ring, which
again was attached to a swivel.
This ominous discovery set me hunting about to find out where I
was, and for a clue as to what these things might mean. That I was in
a room was evident from the fact that, by putting my hands behind me,
I could touch two walls forming a corner. But in what part of the
town such a room might be was beyond my telling. One thing was
evident, however, the walls were of brick, unplastered and quite
innocent of paper.
As not a ray of light relieved the darkness I put my hand into my
ticket pocket, where I was accustomed to carry matches, and finding
that my captors had not deprived me of them, lit one and looked about
me. It was a dismal scene that little gleam illumined. The room in
which I was confined was a small one, being only about ten feet long
by eight wide, while, if I had been able to stand upright, I might
have raised my hand to within two or three inches of the ceiling. In
the furthest left-hand corner was a door, while in the wall on the
right, but hopelessly beyond my reach, was a low window almost
completely boarded up. I had no opportunity of seeing more, for by
the time I had realised these facts the match had burnt down to my
fingers. I blew it out and hastened to light another.
Just as I did so a low moan reached my ear. It came from the
further end of the room. Again I held the match aloft; this time to
discover a huddled-up figure in the corner opposite the door. One
glance at it told me that it was none other than my young friend the
Marquis of Beckenham. He was evidently still unconscious, for though
I called him twice by name, he did not answer, but continued in the
same position, moaning softly as before. I had only time for a
hurried glance at him before my last match burned down to my fingers,
and had to be extinguished. With the departure of the light a return
of faintness seized me, and I fell back into my corner, if not quite
insensible, certainly unconscious of the immediate awkwardness of our
It was daylight when my power of thinking returned to me, and long
shafts of sunshine were percolating into us through the chinks in the
boards upon the window. To my dismay the room looked even smaller and
dingier than when I had examined it by the light of my match some
hours before. The young Marquis lay unconscious in his corner just as
I had last seen him, but with the widening light I discovered that
his curious posture was due more to extraneous circumstances than to
his own weakness, for I could see that he was fastened to the wall by
a similar collar to my own.
I took out my watch, which had not been taken from me as I might
have expected, and examined the dial. It wanted five minutes of six
o'clock. So putting it back into my pocket, I set myself for the
second time to try and discover where we were. By reason of my
position and the chain that bound me, this could only be done by
listening, so I shut my eyes and put all my being into my ears. For
some moments no sound rewarded my attention. Then a cock in a
neighbouring yard on my right crowed lustily, a dog on my left
barked, and a moment later I heard the faint sound of someone coming
along the street. The pedestrian, whoever he might be, was
approaching from the right hand, and, what was still more important,
my trained ear informed me that he was lame of one leg, and walked
with crutches. Closer and closer he came. But to my surprise he did
not pass the window; indeed, I noticed that when he came level with
it the sound was completely lost to me. This told me two things: one,
that the window, which, as I have already said, was boarded up, did
not look into the main thoroughfare; the other, that the street
itself ran along on the far side of the very wall to which my chain
As I arrived at the knowledge of this fact, Beckenham opened his
eyes; he sat up as well as his chain would permit, and gazed about
him in a dazed fashion. Then his right hand went up to the iron
collar enclosing his neck, and when he had realized what it meant he
appeared even more mystified than before. He seemed to doze again for
a minute or so, then his eyes opened, and as they did so they fell
upon me, and his perplexity found relief in words.
"Mr Hatteras," he said, in a voice like that of a man talking in
his sleep, "where are we and what on earth does this chain mean?"
"You ask me something that I want to know myself," I answered. "I
cannot tell you where we are, except that we are in Port Said. But if
you want to know what I think it means, well, I think it means
treachery. How do you feel now?"
"Very sick indeed, and my head aches horribly. But I can't
understand it at all. What do you mean by saying that it is
This was the one question of all others I had been dreading, for I
could not help feeling that when all was said and done I was bitterly
to blame. However, unpleasant or not, the explanation had to be got
through, and without delay.
"Lord Beckenham," I began, sitting upright and clasping my hands
round my knees, "this is a pretty bad business for me. I haven't the
reputation of being a coward, but I'll own I feel pretty rocky and
mean when I see you sitting there on the floor with that iron collar
round your neck and that chain holding you to the wall, and know that
it's, in a measure, all my stupid, blundering folly that has brought
"Oh, don't say that, Mr Hatteras!" was the young man's generous
reply. "For whatever or whoever may be to blame for it, I'm sure
"That's because you don't know everything, my lord. Wait till you
have heard what I have to tell you before you give me such complete
"I'm not going to blame you whatever you may tell me; but please
There and then I set to work and told him all that had happened to
me since my arrival in London; informed him of my meeting with
Nikola, of Wetherell's hasty departure for Australia, of my distrust
for Baxter, described the telegram incident and Baxter's curious
behaviour afterwards, narrated my subsequent meeting with the two men
in the Green Sailor Hotel, described my journey to Plymouth, and
finished with the catastrophe that had happened to me there.
"Now you see," I said in conclusion, "why I regard myself as being
so much to blame."
"Excuse me," he answered, "but I cannot say that I see it in the
same light at all."
"I'm afraid I must be more explicit then. In the first place you
must understand that, without a shadow of a doubt, Baxter was chosen
for your tutor by Nikola, whose agent he undoubtedly is, for a
specific purpose. Now what do you think that purpose was? You don't
know? To induce your father to let you travel, to be sure. You ask
why they should want you to travel? We'll come to that directly.
Their plan is succeeding admirably, when I come upon the scene and,
like the great blundering idiot I am, must needs set to work
unconsciously to assist them in their nefarious designs. Your father
eventually consents, and it is arranged that you shall set off for
Australia at once. Then it is discovered that I am going to leave in
the same boat. This does not suit Nikola's plans at all, so he
determines to prevent my sailing with you. By a happy chance he is
unsuccessful, and I follow and join the boat in Naples. Good
gracious! I see something else now."
"What is that?"
"Simply this. I could not help thinking at the time that your bout
of seasickness between Naples and this infernal place was
extraordinary. Well, if I'm not very much mistaken, you were
physicked, and it was Baxter's doing."
"Ah! That's yet to be discovered. But you may bet your bottom
dollar it was some part of their devilish conspiracy. I'm as certain
of that as that we are here now. Now here's another point. Do you
remember my running out of the Casino last night? Well, that was
because I saw Nikola standing in the roadway watching us."
"Are you certain? How could he have got here? And what could his
reasons be for watching us?"
"Why, can't you see? To find out how his plot is succeeding, to be
"And that brings us back to our original question--what is that
"That's rather more difficult to answer! But if you ask my candid
opinion I should say nothing more nor less than to make you prisoner
and blackmail your father for a ransom."
For some few minutes neither of us spoke. The outlook seemed too
hopeless for words, and the Marquis was still too weak to keep up an
animated conversation for any length of time. He sat leaning his head
on his hand. But presently he looked up again.
"My poor father!" he said. "What a state he will be in!"
"And what worries me more," I answered, "is how he will regret
ever having listened to my advice. What a dolt I was not to have told
him of my suspicions."
"You must not blame yourself for that. I am sure my father would
hold you as innocent as I do. Now let us consider our position. In
the first place, where are we, do you think? In the second, is there
any possible chance of escape?"
"To the first my answer is, 'don't know;' to the second, 'can't
say.' I have discovered one thing, however, and that is that the
street does not lie outside that window, but runs along on the other
side of this wall behind me. The window, I suspect, looks out on to
some sort of a courtyard. But unfortunately that information is not
much use to us, as we can neither of us move away from where we are
"Is there no other way?"
"Not one, as far as I can tell. Can you see anything on your
"Nothing at all, unless we could get at the door. But what's that
sticking out of the wall near your feet?"
To get a better view of it I stooped as much as I was able.
"It looks like a pipe."
The end of a pipe it certainly was, and sticking out into the room
but where it led to, and why it had been cut off in this peculiar
fashion, were two questions I could no more answer than I could
"Does it run out into the street, do you think?" was Beckenham's
immediate query. "If so, you might manage to call through it to some
passer-by, and ask him to obtain assistance for us!"
"A splendid notion if I could get my mouth anywhere within a foot
of it, but as this chain will not permit me to do that, it might as
well be a hundred miles off. It's as much as I can do to touch it
with my fingers."
"Do you think if you had a stick you could push a piece of paper
through? We might write a message on it."
"Possibly, but there's another drawback to that. I haven't the
necessary piece of stick."
"Here is a stiff piece of straw; try that."
He harpooned a piece of straw, about eight inches long, across the
room towards me, and, when I had received it, I thrust it carefully
into the pipe. A disappointment, however, was in store for us.
"It's no use," I reported sorrowfully, as I threw the straw away.
"It's an elbow half-way down, and that would prevent any message from
being pushed through."
"Then we must try to discover some other plan. Don't lose
"Hush! I hear somebody coming."
True enough a heavy footfall was approaching down the passage. It
stopped at the door of the room in which we were confined, and a key
was inserted in the lock. Next moment the door swung open and a tall
man entered the room. A ray of sunlight, penetrating between the
boards that covered the window, fell upon him, and showed us that his
hair was white and that his face was deeply pitted with smallpox
marks. Now, where had I met or heard of a man with those two
peculiarities before? Ah! I remembered!
He stood for a moment in the doorway looking about him, and then
strolled into the centre of the room.
"Good morning, gentlemen," he said, with an airy condescension
that stung like an insult; "I trust you have no fault to find with
the lodging our poor hospitality is able to afford you."
"Mr Prendergast," I answered, determined to try him with the name
of the man mentioned by my sweetheart in her letter. "What does this
mean? Why have we been made prisoners like this? I demand to be
released at once. You will have to answer to our consul for this
For a brief space he appeared to be dumbfounded by my knowledge of
his name. But he soon recovered himself and leaned his back against
the wall, looking us both carefully over before he answered.
"I shall be only too pleased," he said sneeringly, "but if you'll
allow me to say so, I don't think we need trouble about explanations
"Pray, what do you mean by that?"
"Exactly what I say; as you are likely to be our guests for some
considerable time to come, there will be no need for
"You mean to keep us prisoners, then, do you? Very well, Mr
Prendergast, be assured of this, when I do get loose I'll make you
feel the weight of my arm."
"I think it's very probable there will be a fight if ever we do
meet," he answered, coolly taking a cigarette from his pocket and
lighting it. "And it's my impression you'd be a man worth fighting,
"If you think my father will let me remain here very long you're
much mistaken," said Beckenham. "And as for the ransom you expect him
to pay, I don't somehow fancy you'll get a halfpenny."
At the mention of the word "ransom" I noticed that a new and queer
expression came into our captor's face. He did not reply, however,
except to utter his usual irritating laugh. Having done so he went to
the door and called something in Arabic. In answer a gigantic negro
made his appearance, bearing in his hands a tray on which were set
two basins of food and two large mugs of water. These were placed
before us, and Prendergast bade us, if we were hungry, fall to.
"You must not imagine that we wish to starve you," he said. "Food
will be served to you twice a day. And if you want it, you can even
be supplied with spirits and tobacco. Now, before I go, one word of
advice: Don't indulge in any idea of escape. Communication with the
outside world is absolutely impossible, and you will find that those
collars and chains will stand a good strain before they will give
way. If you behave yourselves you will be well looked after; but if
you attempt any larks you will be confined in different rooms, and
there will be a radical change in our behaviour towards you."
So saying he left the room, taking the precaution to lock the door
carefully behind him.
When we were once more alone, a long silence fell upon us. It
would be idle for me to say that the generous behaviour of the young
Marquis with regard to my share in this wretched business had set my
mind at rest. But if it had not done that it had at least served to
intensify another resolution. Come what might, I told myself, I would
find a way of escape, and he should be returned to his father safe
and sound, if it cost me my life to do it. But how were we to escape?
We could not move from our places on account of the chains that
secured us to the walls, and, though I put all my whole strength into
it, I found I could not dislodge the staple a hundredth part of an
inch from its holding-place.
The morning wore slowly on, midday came and went, the afternoon
dragged its dismal length, and still there was no change in our
position. Towards sundown the same gigantic negro entered the room
again, bringing us our evening meal. When he left we were locked up
for the night, with only the contemplation of our woes, and the
companionship of the multitudes of mice that scampered about the
floor, to enliven us.
The events of the next seven days are hardly worth chronicling,
unless it is to state that every morning at daylight the same cock
crew and the same dog barked, while at six o'clock the same cripple
invariably made his way down the street behind me. At eight o'clock,
almost to the minute, breakfast was served to us, and, just as
punctually, the evening meal made its appearance as the sun was
declining behind the opposite housetop. Not again did we see any sign
of Mr Prendergast, and though times out of number I tugged at my
chain I was never a whit nearer loosening it than I had been on the
first occasion. One after another plans of escape were proposed,
discussed, and invariably rejected as impracticable. So another week
passed and another, until we had been imprisoned in that loathsome
place not less than twenty days. By the end of that time, as may be
supposed, we were as desperate as men could well be. I must, however,
admit here that anything like the patience and pluck of my companion
under such trying circumstances I had never in my life met with
before. Not once did he reproach me in the least degree for my share
in the wretched business, but took everything just as it came,
without unnecessary comment and certainly without complaint.
One fact had repeatedly struck me as significant, and that was the
circumstance that every morning between six and half-past, as already
narrated, the same cripple went down the street; and in connection
with this, within the last few days of the time, a curious
coincidence had revealed itself to me. From the tapping of his
crutches on the stones I discovered that while one was shod with
iron, the other was not. Now where and when had I noticed that
peculiarity in a cripple before? That I had observed it somewhere I
felt certain. For nearly half the day I turned this over and over in
my mind, and then, in the middle of our evening meal, enlightenment
came to me.
I remembered the man whose piteous tale had so much affected
Beckenham on the day of our arrival, and the sound his crutches made
upon the pavement as he left us. If my surmise proved correct, and we
could only manage to communicate with him, here was a golden
opportunity. But how were we to do this? We discussed it, and
discussed it, times out of number, but in vain. That he must be
stopped on his way down the street need not to be argued at all. In
what way, however, could this be done? The window was out of the
question, the door was not to be thought of; in that case the only
communicating place would be the small pipe by my side. But as I have
already pointed out, by reason of the elbow it would be clearly
impossible to force a message through it. All day we devoted
ourselves to attempts to solve what seemed a hopeless difficulty.
Then like a flash another brilliant inspiration burst upon me.
"By Jove, I have it!" I said, taking care to whisper lest any one
might be listening at the door. "We must manage by hook or crook to
catch a mouse and let him carry our appeal for help to the outside
"A magnificent idea! If we can catch one I do believe you've saved
But to catch a mouse was easier said than done. Though the room
was alive with them they were so nimble and so cunning, that, try how
we would, we could not lay hold of one. But at length my efforts were
rewarded, and after a little struggle I held my precious captive in
my hand. By this time another idea had come to me. If we wanted to
bring Nikola and his gang to justice, and to discover their reason
for hatching this plot against us, it would not do to ask the public
at large for help--and I must own, in spite of our long imprisonment,
I was weak enough to feel a curiosity as to their motive. No! It must
be to the beggar who passed the house every morning that we must
"This letter concerns you more than me," I said to my fellow
prisoner. "Have you a lead pencil in your pocket?"
He had, and immediately threw it across to me. Then, taking a
small piece of paper from my pocket, I set myself to compose the
following in French and English, assisted by my companion:--
"If this should meet the eye of the individual to whom a young
Englishman gave half a sovereign in charity three weeks ago, he is
implored to assist one who assisted him, and who has been imprisoned
ever since that day in the room with the blank wall facing the street
and the boarded-up window on the right hand side. To do this he must
obtain a small file and discover a way to convey it into the room by
means of the small pipe leading through the blank wall into the
street; perhaps if this could be dislodged it might be pushed in
through the aperture thus made. On receipt of the file an English
five-pound note will be conveyed to him in the same way as this
letter, and another if secrecy is observed and those imprisoned in
the house escape."
This important epistle had hardly been concocted before the door
was unlocked and our dusky servitor entered with the evening meal. He
had long since abandoned his first habit of bringing us our food in
separate receptacles, but conveyed it to us now in the saucepan in
which it was cooked, dividing it thence into our basins. These
latter, it may be interesting to state, had not been washed since our
All the time that our jailer was in the room I held my trembling
prisoner in my hand, clinging to him as to the one thing which
connected us with liberty. But the door had no sooner closed upon him
than I had tilted out my food upon the floor and converted my basin
into a trap.
It may be guessed how long that night seemed to us, and with what
trembling eagerness we awaited the first signs of breaking day.
Directly it was light I took off and unravelled one of my socks. The
thread thus obtained I doubled, and having done this, secured one end
of it to the note, which I had rolled into a small compass, attaching
the other to my captive mouse's hind leg. Then we set ourselves to
wait for six o'clock. The hour came; and minute after minute went by
before we heard in the distance the tapping of the crutches on the
stones. Little by little the sound grew louder, and then fainter, and
when I judged he was nearly at my back I stooped and thrust our
curious messenger into the pipe. Then we sat down to await the
As the mouse, only too glad to escape, ran into the aperture, the
thread, on which our very lives depended, swiftly followed, dragging
its message after it. Minutes went by; half an hour; an hour; and
then the remainder of the day; and still nothing came to tell us that
our appeal had been successful.
That night I caught another mouse, wrote the letter again, and at
six o'clock next morning once more dispatched it on its journey.
Another day went by without reply. That night we caught another, and
at six o'clock next morning sent it off; a third, and even a fourth,
followed, but still without success. By this time the mice were
almost impossible to catch, but our wits were sharpened by despair,
and we managed to hit upon a method that eventually secured for us a
plentiful supply. For the sixth time the letter was written and
dispatched at the moment the footsteps were coming down the street.
Once more the tiny animal crawled into the pipe, and once more the
message disappeared upon its journey.
Another day was spent in anxious waiting, but this time we were
not destined to be disappointed. About eight o'clock that night, just
as we were giving up hope, I detected a faint noise near my feet; it
was for all the world as if some one were forcing a stick through a
hole in a brick wall. I informed Beckenham of the fact in a whisper,
and then put my head down to listen. Yes, there was the sound again.
Oh, if only I had a match! But it was no use wishing for what was
impossible, so I put my hand down to the pipe. It was moving! It
turned in my hand, moved to and fro for a brief space and then
disappeared from my grasp entirely; next moment it had left the room.
A few seconds later something cold was thrust into my hand, and from
its rough edge I knew it to be a file. I drew it out as if it were
made of gold and thrust it into my pocket. A piece of string was
attached to it, and the reason of this I was at first at some loss to
account for. But a moment's reflection told me that it was to assist
in the fulfilment of our share of the bargain. So, taking a
five-pound note from the secret pocket in which I carried my paper
money, I tied the string to it, and it was instantly withdrawn.
A minute could not have elapsed before I was at work upon the
staple of my collar, and in less than half an hour it was filed
through and the iron was off my neck.
If I tried for a year I could not make you understand what a
relief it was to me to stand upright. I stretched myself again and
again, and then crossed the room on tiptoe in the dark to where the
"You are free!" he whispered, clutching and shaking my hand. "Oh,
"Hush! Put down your head and let me get to work upon your collar
before you say anything more."
As I was able this time to get at my work standing up, it was not
very long before Beckenham was as free as I was. He rose to his feet
with a great sigh of relief, and we shook hands warmly in the
"Now," I said, leading him towards the door, "we will make our
escape, and I pity the man who attempts to stop us."
CHAPTER IX. Dr Nicola permits us a Free
THE old saying, "Don't count your chickens before they're
hatched," is as good a warning as any I know. Certainly it proved so
in our case. For if we had not been so completely occupied filing
through the staples of our collars we should not have omitted to take
into consideration the fact that, even when we should have removed
the chains that bound us, we would still be prisoners in the room.
I'm very much afraid, however, even had we remembered this point, we
should only have considered it of minor importance and one to be
easily overcome. As it was, the unwelcome fact remained that the door
was locked, and, what was worse, that the lock itself had, for
security's sake, been placed on the outside, so that there was no
chance of our being able to pick it, even had our accomplishments
lain in that direction. "Try the window," whispered Beckenham, in
answer to the heavy sigh which followed my last discovery.
Accordingly we crossed the room, and I put my hands upon one of
the boards and pulled. But I might as well have tried to tow a
troopship with a piece of cotton, for all the satisfactory result I
got; the planks were trebly screwed to the window frame, and each in
turn defied me. When I was tired Beckenham put his strength to it,
but even our united efforts were of no avail, and, panting and
exhausted, we were at length obliged to give it up as hopeless.
"This is a pretty fix we've got ourselves into," I said as soon as
I had recovered sufficient breath to speak. "We can't remain here,
and yet how on earth are we to escape?"
"I can't say, unless we manage to burst that door open and fight
our way out. I wonder if that could be done."
"First, let's look at the door."
We crossed the room again, and I examined the door carefully with
my fingers. It was not a very strong one; but I was sufficient of a
carpenter to know that it would withstand a good deal of pressure
before it would give way.
"I've a good mind to try it," I said; "but in that case, remember,
it will probably mean a hand-to-hand fight on the other side, and,
unarmed and weak as we are, we shall be pretty sure to get the worst
"Never mind that," my intrepid companion replied, with a
confidence in his voice that I was very far from feeling. "In for a
penny, in for a pound; even if we're killed it couldn't be worse than
being buried alive in here."
"That's so, and if fighting's your idea, I'm your man," I
answered. "Let me first take my bearings, and then I'll see what I
can do against it. You get out of the way, but be sure to stand by to
rush the passage directly the door goes."
Again I felt the door and wall in order that I might be sure where
it lay, and having done so crossed the room. My heart was beating
like a Nasmyth hammer, and it was nearly a minute before I could pull
myself together sufficiently for my rush. Then summoning every muscle
in my body to my assistance, I dashed across and at it with all the
strength my frame was capable of. Considering the darkness of the
room, my steering was not so bad, for my shoulder caught the door
just above its centre; there was a great crash--a noise of breaking
timbers--and amid a shower of splinters and general debris I fell
headlong through into the passage. By the time it would have taken me
to count five, Beckenham was beside me helping me to rise.
"Now stand by for big trouble!" I said, rubbing my shoulder, and
every moment expecting to see a door open and a crowd of
Prendergast's ruffians come rushing out. "We shall have them on us in
But to our intense astonishment it was all dead silence. Not a
sound of any single kind, save our excited breathing, greeted our
ears. We might have broken into an empty house for all we knew the
For nearly five minutes we stood, side by side, waiting for the
battle which did not come.
"What on earth does it meant" I asked my companion. "That crash of
mine was loud enough to wake the dead. Can they have deserted the
place, think you, and left us to starve?"
"I can't make it out any more than you can," he answered. "But
don't you think we'd better take advantage of their not coming to
find a way out?"
"Of course. One of us had better creep down the passage and
discover how the land lies. As I'm the stronger, I'll go. You wait
I crept along the passage, treading cautiously as a cat, for I
knew that both our lives depended on it. Though it could not have
been more than sixty feet, it seemed of interminable length, and was
as black as night. Not a glimmer of light, however faint, met my
On and on I stole, expecting every moment to be pounced upon and
seized; but no such fate awaited me. If, however, our jailers did not
appear, another danger was in store for me.
In the middle of my walk my feet suddenly went from under me, and
I found myself falling I knew not where. In reality it was only a
drop of about three feet down a short flight of steps. Such a noise
as my fall made, however, was surely never heard, but still no sound
came. Then Beckenham fumbled his way cautiously down the steps to my
side, and whispered an enquiry as to what had happened. I told him in
as few words as possible, and then struggled to my feet again.
Just as I did so my eyes detected a faint glimmer of light low
down on the floor ahead of us. From its position it evidently
emanated from the doorway of a room.
"Oh! if only we had a match," I whispered.
"It's no good wishing," said Beckenham. "What do you advise?"
"It's difficult to say," I answered; "but I should think we'd
better listen at that door and try to discover if there is any one
inside. If there is, and he is alone, we must steal in upon him, let
him see that we are desperate, and, willy-nilly, force him to show us
a way out. It's ten chances to one, if we go on prowling about here,
we shall stumble upon the whole nest of them--then we'll be caught
like rats in a trap. What do you think?"
"I agree with you. Go on."
Without further ado we crept towards the light, which, as I
expected, came from under a door, and listened. Someone was plainly
moving about inside; but though we waited for what seemed a quarter
of an hour, but must in reality have been less than a minute and a
half, we could hear no voices.
"Whoever he is, he's alone--that's certain," whispered my
companion. "Open the door softly, and we'll creep in upon him."
In answer, and little by little, a cold shiver running down my
back lest it should creak and so give warning to the person within, I
turned the handle, pushed open the door, and we looked inside. Then
--but, my gracious! if I live to be a thousand I shall never forget
even the smallest particular connected with the sight that met my
The room itself was a long and low one: its measurements possibly
sixty feet by fifteen. The roof--for there was no ceiling--was of
wood, crossed by heavy rafters, and much begrimed with dirt and
smoke. The floor was of some highly polished wood closely resembling
oak and was completely bare. But the shape and construction of the
room itself were as nothing compared with the strangeness of its
furniture and occupants. Words would fail me if I tried to give you a
true and accurate description of it. I only know that, strong man as
I was, and used to the horrors of life and death, what I saw before
me then made my blood run cold and my flesh creep as it had never
To begin with, round the walls were arranged, at regular
intervals, more than a dozen enormous bottles, each of which
contained what looked, to me, only too much like human specimens
pickled in some light-coloured fluid resembling spirits of wine.
Between these gigantic but more than horrible receptacles were
numberless smaller ones holding other and even more dreadful remains;
while on pedestals and stands, bolt upright and reclining, were
skeletons of men, monkeys, and quite a hundred sorts of animals. The
intervening spaces were filled with skulls, bones, and the apparatus
for every kind of murder known to the fertile brain of man. There
were European rifles, revolvers, bayonets, and swords; Italian
stilettos, Turkish scimitars, Greek knives, Central African spears
and poisoned arrows, Zulu knobkerries, Afghan yataghans, Malay
krises, Sumatra blowpipes, Chinese dirks, New Guinea head-catching
implements, Australian spears and boomerangs, Polynesian stone
hatchets, and numerous other weapons the names of which I cannot now
remember. Mixed up with them were implements for every sort of
wizardry known to the superstitious; from old-fashioned English love
charms to African Obi sticks, from spiritualistic planchettes to the
most horrible of Fijian death potions.
In the centre of the wall, opposite to where we stood, was a large
fireplace of the fashion usually met with in old English
manor-houses, and on either side of it a figure that nearly turned me
sick with horror. That on the right hand was apparently a native of
Northern India, if one might judge by his dress and complexion. He
sat on the floor in a constrained attitude, accounted for by the fact
that his head, which was at least three times too big for his body,
was so heavy as to require an iron tripod with a ring or collar in
the top of it to keep it from overbalancing him and bringing him to
the floor. To add to the horror of this awful head, it was quite
bald; the skin was drawn tensely over the bones, and upon this great
veins stood out as large as macaroni stems.
On the other side of the hearth was a creature half-ape and
half-man--the like of which I remember once to have seen in a museum
of monstrosities in Sydney, where, if my memory serves me, he was
described upon the catalogue as a Burmese monkey-boy. He was chained
to the wall in somewhat the same fashion as we had been, and was
chattering and scratching for all the world like a monkey in a
But, horrible as these things were, the greatest surprise of all
was yet to come. For, standing at the heavy oaken table in the centre
of the room, was a man I should have known anywhere if I had been
permitted half a glance at him. It was Dr Nikola.
When we entered he was busily occupied with a scalpel, dissecting
an animal strangely resembling a monkey. On the table, and watching
the work upon which his master was engaged, sat his constant
companion, the same fiendish black cat I have mentioned elsewhere.
While at the end nearest us, standing on tiptoe, the better to see
what was going on, was an albino dwarf, scarcely more than two feet
eight inches high.
Now, though it has necessarily taken me some time to describe the
scene which greeted our eyes, it must not be supposed that anything
like the same length of time had really elapsed since our entry.
Three seconds at the very most would have sufficed to cover the whole
So stealthily, however, had our approach been made, and so
carefully had I opened the door, that we were well into the room
before our appearance was discovered, and also before I had realized
into whose presence we had stumbled. Then my foot touched a board
that creaked, and Dr Nikola looked up from the work upon which he was
His pale, thin face did not show the slightest sign of surprise as
he said, in his usual placid tone,--
"So you have managed to escape from your room, gentlemen. Well,
and pray what do you want with me?"
For a moment I was so much overcome with surprise that my tongue
refused to perform its office. Then I said, advancing towards him as
I spoke, closely followed by the Marquis,--
"So, Dr Nikola, we have met at last!"
"At last, Mr Hatteras, as you say," this singular being replied,
still without showing a sign of either interest or embarrassment.
"All things considered, I suppose you would deem me ironical if I
ventured to say that I am pleased to see you about again. However,
don't let me keep you standing, won't you sit down? My lord, let me
offer you a chair."
All this time we were edging up alongside the table, and I was
making ready for a rush at him. But he was not to be taken off his
guard. His extraordinary eyes had been watching me intently, taking
in my every movement; and a curious effect their steady gaze had upon
"Dr Nikola," I said, pulling myself together, "the game is up. You
beat me last time; but now you must own I come out on top. Don't
utter a word or call for assistance--if you do you're a dead man. Now
drop that knife you hold in your hand, and show us the way out!"
The Marquis was on his right, I was on his left, and we were close
upon him as I spoke. Still he showed no sign of fear, though he must
have known the danger of his position. But his eyes glowed in his
head like living coals.
You will ask why we did not rush at him? Well, if I am obliged to
own it, I must--the truth was, such was the power that emanated from
this extraordinary man, that though we both knew the crucial moment
of our enterprise had arrived, while his eyes were fixed upon us,
neither of us could stir an inch. When he spoke his voice seemed to
cut like a knife.
"So you think my game is up, Mr Hatteras, do you? I'm afraid once
more I must differ from you. Look behind you."
I did so, and that glance showed me how cleverly we'd been
trapped. Leaning against the door, watching us with cruel, yet
smiling eyes, was our old enemy Prendergast, revolver in hand. Just
behind me were two powerful Soudanese, while near the Marquis was a
man looking like a Greek--and a very stalwart Greek at that.
Observing our discomfiture, Nikola seated himself in a big chair near
the fireplace and folded his hands in the curious fashion I have
before described; as he did so his black cat sprang to his shoulder
and sat there watching us all. Dr Nikola was the first to speak.
"Mr Hatteras," he said, with devilish clearness and deliberation,
"you should really know me better by this time than to think you
could outwit me so easily. Is my reputation after all so small? And,
while I think of it, pray let me have the pleasure of returning to
you your five pound note and your letters. Your mice were perfect
messengers, were they not?" As he spoke he handed me the self-same
Bank of England note I had dispatched through the pipe that very
evening in payment for the file; then he shook from a box he had
taken from the chimney-piece all the communications I had written
imploring assistance from the outside world. To properly estimate my
chagrin and astonishment would be very difficult. I could only sit
and stare, first at the money and then at the letters, in blankest
amazement. So we had not been rescued by the cripple after all. Was
it possible that while we had been so busy arranging our escape we
had in reality been all the time under the closest surveillance? If
that were so, then this knowledge of our doings would account for the
silence with which my attack upon the door had been received. Now we
were in an even worse position than before. I looked at Beckenham,
but his head was down and his right hand was picking idly at the
table edge. He was evidently waiting for what was coming next. In
sheer despair I turned to Nikola.
"Since you have outwitted us again, Dr Nikola, do not play with us
--tell us straight out what our fate is to be."
"If it means going back to that room again," said Beckenham, in a
voice I hardly recognised, "I would far rather die and be done with
"Do not fear, my lord, you shall not die," Nikola said, turning to
him with a bow. "Believe me, you will live to enjoy many happier
hours than those you have been compelled to spend under my roof!"
"What do you mean?"
The doctor did not answer for nearly a moment; then he took what
looked to me suspiciously like a cablegram form from his pocket and
carefully examined it. Having done so, he said quietly,--
"Gentlemen, you ask what I mean? Well, I mean this--if you wish to
leave this house this very minute, you are free to do so on one
"And that condition is?"
"That you allow yourselves to be blindfolded in this room and
conducted by my servants to the harbour side. I must furthermore ask
your words of honour that you will not seek to remove your bandages
until you are given permission to do so. Do you agree to this?"
Needless to say we both signified our assent.
This free permission to leave the house was a second surprise, and
one for which we were totally unprepared.
"Then let it be so. Believe me, my lord Marquis, and you, Mr
Hatteras, it is with the utmost pleasure I restore your liberty to
He made a sign to Prendergast, who instantly stepped forward. But
I had something to say before we were removed.
"One word first, Dr Nikola. You have--"
"Mr Hatteras, if you will be guided by me, you will keep a silent
tongue in your head. Let well alone. Take warning by the proverb, and
beware how you disturb a sleeping dog. Why I have acted as I have
done towards you, you may some day learn; in the meantime rest
assured it was from no idle motive. Now take me at my word, and go
while you have the chance. I may change my mind in a moment, and then
He stopped and did not say any more. At a sign, Prendergast
clapped a thick bandage over my eyes, while another man did the same
for Beckenham; a man on either side of me took my arms, and next
moment we had passed out of the room, and before I could have counted
fifty were in the cool air of the open street.
How long we were walking, after leaving the house, I could not
say, but at last our escort called a halt. Prendergast was evidently
in command, for he said,--
"Gentlemen, before we leave you, you will renew your words of
honour not to remove your bandages for five full minutes?"
We complied with his request, and instantly our arms were
released; a moment later we heard our captors leaving us. The minutes
went slowly by. Presently Beckenham said,--
"How long do you think we've been standing here?"
"Nearly the stipulated time, I should fancy," I answered.
"However, we'd better give them a little longer, to avoid any chance
Again a silence fell on us. Then I tore off my bandage, to find
Beckenham doing the same.
"They're gone, and we're free again," he cried. "Hurrah!"
We shook hands warmly on our escape, and having done so looked
about us. A ship's bell out in the stream chimed half an hour after
midnight, and a precious dark night it was. A number of vessels were
to be seen, and from the noise that came from them it was evident
they were busy coaling.
"What's to be done now?" asked Beckenham.
"Find an hotel, I think," I answered; "get a good-night's rest,
and first thing in the morning hunt up our consul and the steamship
"Come along, then. Let's look for a place. I noticed one that
should suit us close to where we came ashore that day."
Five minutes' walking brought us to the house we sought. The
proprietor was not very fastidious, and whatever he may have thought
of our appearances he took us in without demur. A bath and a good
meal followed, and then after a thorough overhauling of all the
details connected with our imprisonment we turned into bed, resolved
to thrash it out upon the morrow.
Next morning, true to our arrangement, as soon as breakfast was
over, I set off for the steamship company's office, leaving the
Marquis behind me at the hotel for reasons which had begun to commend
themselves to me, and which will be quite apparent to you.
I found the Saratoga's agent hard at work in his private office.
He was a tall, thin man, slightly bald, wearing a pair of heavy gold
pincenez, and very slow and deliberate in his speech.
"I beg your pardon," he began, when I had taken possession of his
proffered chair, "but did I understand my clerk to say that your name
"That is my name," I answered. "I was a passenger in your boat the
Saratoga for Australia three weeks ago, but had the misfortune to be
left behind when she sailed."
"Ah! I remember the circumstances thoroughly," he said. "The young
Marquis of Beckenham went ashore with you, I think, and came within
an ace of being also left behind."
"Within an ace!" I cried; "but he was left behind."
"No, no! there you are mistaken," was the astounding reply; "he
would have been left behind had not his tutor and I gone ashore at
the last moment to look for him and found him wandering about on the
outskirts of Arab Town. I don't remember ever to have seen a man more
angry than the tutor was, and no wonder, for they only just got out
to the boat again as the gangway was being hauled aboard."
"Then you mean to tell me that the Marquis went on to Australia
after all!" I cried. "And pray how did this interesting young
gentleman explain the fact of his losing sight of me?"
"He lost you in a crowd, he said," the agent continued. "It was a
most extraordinary business altogether."
It certainly was, and even more extraordinary than he imagined. I
could hardly believe my ears. The world seemed to be turned upside
down. I was so bewildered that I stumbled out a few lame enquiries
about the next boat sailing for Australia, and what would be done
with my baggage on its arrival at the other end, and then made my way
as best I could out of the office.
Hastening back to the hotel, I told my story from beginning to end
to my astonished companion, who sat on his bed listening
open-mouthed. When I had finished he said feebly,--
"But what does it all mean? Tell me that! What does it mean?"
"It means," I answered, "that our notion about Nikola's abducting
us in order to blackmail your father was altogether wrong, and, if
you ask me, I should say not half picturesque enough. No, no! this
mystery is a bigger one by a hundred times than even we expected, and
there are more men in it than those we have yet seen. It remains with
you to say whether you will assist in the attempt to unravel it or
"What do you mean by saying it remains with me? Do I understand
that you intend following it up?"
"Of course I do. Nikola and Baxter between them have completely
done me--now I'm going to do my best to do them. By Jove!"
"What is it now?"
"I see it all as plain as a pikestaff. I understand exactly now
why Baxter came for you, why he telegraphed that the train was laid,
why I was drugged in Plymouth, why you were seasick between Naples
and this place, and why we were both kidnapped so mysteriously!"
"Then explain, for mercy's sake!"
"I will. See here. In the first place, remember your father's
peculiar education of yourself. If you consider that, you will see
that you are the only young nobleman of high rank whose face is not
well known to his brother peers. That being so, Nikola wants to
procure you for some purpose of his own in Australia. Your father
advertises for a tutor; he sends one of his agents--Baxter--to secure
the position. Baxter, at Nikola's instruction, puts into your head a
desire for travel. You pester your father for the necessary
permission. Just as this is granted I come upon the scene. Baxter
suspects me. He telegraphs to Nikola 'The train is laid,' which means
that he has begun to sow the seeds of a desire for travel, when a
third party steps in--in other words, I am the new danger that has
arisen. He arranges your sailing, and all promises to go well. Then
Dr Nikola finds out I intend going in the same boat. He tries to
prevent me; and I--by Jove! I see another thing. Why did Baxter
suggest that you should cross the continent and join the boat at
Naples? Why, simply because if you started from Plymouth you would
soon have got over your sickness, if you had ever been ill at all,
and in that case the passengers would have become thoroughly familiar
with your face by the time you reached Port Said. That would never
have done, so he takes you to Naples, drugs you next morning--for you
must remember you were ill after the coffee he gave you--and by that
means keeps you ill and confined to your cabin throughout the entire
passage to Port Said. Then he persuades you to go ashore with me. You
do so, with what result you know. Presently he begins to bewail your
non-return, invites the agent to help in the search. They set off,
and eventually find you near the Arab quarter. You must remember that
neither the agent, the captain, nor the passengers have seen you,
save at night, so the substitute, who is certain to have been well
chosen and schooled for the part he is to play, is not detected. Then
the boat goes on her way, while we are left behind languishing in
"Do you really think those are the facts of the case?"
"Upon my word, I do!"
"Then what do you advise me to do? Remember, Baxter has letters to
the different Governors from my father."
"I know what I should do myself!"
"Go to the consul and get him to warn the authorities in
Australia, I suppose?"
"No. That would do little or no good--remember, they've three
weeks' start of us."
"Then what shall we do? I'm in your hands entirely, and whatever
you advise I promise you I'll do."
"If I were you I should doff my title, take another name, and set
sail with me for Australia. Once there, we'll put up in some quiet
place and set ourselves to unmask these rascals and to defeat their
little game, whatever it may be. Are you prepared for so much
excitement as that?"
"Of course I am. Come what may, I'll go with you, and there's my
hand on it."
"Then we'll catch the next boat--not a mail-steamer--that sails
for an Australian port, and once ashore there we'll set the ball
a-rolling with a vengeance."
"That scoundrel Baxter! I'm not vindictive as a rule, but I feel I
should like to punish him."
"Well, if they've not flown by the time we reach Australia, you'll
probably be able to gratify your wish. It's Nikola, however, I
Beckenham shuddered as I mentioned the Doctor's name. So to change
the subject I said,--
"I'm thinking of taking a little walk. Would you care to accompany
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"I'm going to try and find the house where we were shut up," I
answered. "I want to be able to locate it for future reference, if
"Is it safe to go near it, do you think?"
"In broad daylight, yes! But, just to make sure, we'll buy a
couple of revolvers on the way. And, what's more, if it becomes
necessary we'll use them."
"Come along, then."
With that we left our hotel and set off in the direction of the
Casino, stopping, however, on the way to make the purchases above
On arrival at the place we sought, we halted and looked about us.
I pointed to a street on our right.
"That was the way we came from the mosque," I said. Then, pointing
to a narrow alley way almost opposite where we stood, I continued,
"And that was where I saw Nikola standing watching us. Now when we
came out of this building we turned to our left hand, and, if I
mistake not, went off in that direction. I think, if you've no
objection, we'll go that way now."
We accordingly set off at a good pace, and after a while arrived
at the spot where the guide had caught us up. It looked a miserably
dirty neighbourhood in the bright sunlight. Beckenham gazed about him
thoughtfully, and finally said,--
"Now we turn to our right, I think."
"Quite so. Come along!"
We passed down one thoroughfare and up another, and at last
reached the spot where I had commented on the sign-boards, and where
we had been garrotted. Surely the house must be near at hand now? But
though we hunted high and low, up one street and down another, not a
single trace of any building, answering the description of the one we
wanted, could we discover. At last, after nearly an hour's search, we
were obliged to give it up, and return to our hotel,
As we finished lunch a large steamer made her appearance in the
harbour, and brought up opposite the town. When we questioned our
landlord, who was an authority on the subject, he informed us that
she was the s.s. Pescadore, of Hull, bound to Melbourne.
Hearing this we immediately chartered a boat, pulled off to her,
and interviewed the captain. As good luck would have it, he had room
for a couple of passengers. We therefore paid the passage money, went
ashore again and provided ourselves with a few necessaries, rejoined
her, and shortly before nightfall steamed into the Canal. Port Said
was a thing of the past. Our eventful journey was resumed--what was
the end of it all to be?
CHAPTER I. We reach Australia, and the
THE Pescadore, if she was slow, was certainly sure, and so the
thirty-sixth day after our departure from Port Said, as recorded in
the previous chapter, she landed us safe and sound at Williamstown,
which, as all the Australian world knows, is one of the principal
railway termini, and within an hour's journey, of Melbourne.
Throughout the voyage nothing occurred worth chronicling, if I except
the curious behaviour of Lord Beckenham, who, for the first week or
so, seemed sunk in a deep lethargy, from which neither chaff nor
sympathy could rouse him. From morning till night he mooned aimlessly
about the decks, had visibly to pull himself together to answer such
questions as might be addressed to him, and never by any chance
sustained a conversation beyond a few odd sentences. To such a pitch
did this depression at last bring him that, the day after we left
Aden, I felt it my duty to take him to task and to try to bully or
coax him out of it. We were standing at the time under the bridge and
a little forrard of the chart-room. "Come," I said, "I want to know
what's the matter with you. You've been giving us all the miserables
lately, and from the look of your face at the present moment I'm
inclined to believe it's going to continue. Out with it! Are you
homesick, or has the monotony of this voyage been too much for
He looked into my face rather anxiously, I thought, and then
"Mr Hatteras, I'm afraid you'll think me an awful idiot when I do
tell you, but the truth is I've got Dr Nikola's face on my brain, and
do what I will I cannot rid myself of it. Those great, searching
eyes, as we saw them in that terrible room, have got on my nerves,
and I can think of nothing else. They haunt me night and day!"
"Oh, that's all fancy!" I cried. "Why on earth should you be
frightened of him? Nikola, in spite of his demoniacal cleverness, is
only a man, and even then you may consider that we've seen the last
of him. So cheer up, take as much exercise as you possibly can, and
believe me, you'll soon forget all about him."
But it was no use arguing with him. Nikola had had an effect upon
the youth that was little short of marvellous, and it was not until
we had well turned the Lenwin, and were safely in Australian waters,
that he in any way recovered his former spirits.
And here, lest you should give me credit for a bravery I did not
possess, I must own that I was more than a little afraid of another
meeting with Nikola, myself. I had had four opportunities afforded me
of judging of his cleverness--once in the restaurant off Oxford
Street, once in the Green Sailor public-house in the East India Dock
Road, once in the West of England express, and lastly, in the house
in Port Said. I had not the slightest desire, therefore, to come to
close quarters with him again.
Arriving in Melbourne we caught the afternoon express for Sydney,
reaching that city the following morning a little after breakfast. By
the time we arrived at our destination we had held many consultations
over our future, and the result was a decision to look for a quiet
hotel on the outskirts of the city, and then to attempt to discover
what the mystery, in which we had been so deeply involved, might
mean. The merits of all the various suburbs were severally discussed,
though I knew but little about them, and the Marquis less. Paramatta,
Penrith, Woolahra, Balmain, and even many of the bays and harbours,
received attention, until we decided on the last named as the most
likely place to answer our purpose.
This settled, we crossed Darling harbour, and, after a little
hunting about, discovered a small but comfortable hotel situated in a
side street, called the "General Officer." Here we booked rooms,
deposited our meagre baggage, and having installed ourselves, sat
down and discussed the situation.
"So this is Sydney," said Beckenham, stretching himself out
comfortably upon the sofa by the window as he spoke. "And now that
we've got here, what's to be done first?"
"Have lunch," I answered promptly.
"And then?" he continued.
"Hunt up a public library and take a glimpse of the Morning
Herald's back numbers. They will tell us a good deal, though not all
we want to know. Then we'll make a few enquiries. Tomorrow morning I
shall ask you to excuse me for a couple of hours. But in the
afternoon we ought to have acquired sufficient information to enable
us to make a definite start on what we've got to do."
"Then let's have lunch at once and be off. I'm all eagerness to
get to work."
We accordingly ordered lunch, and, when it was finished, set off
in search of a public library. Having found it--and it was not a very
difficult matter--we sought the reading room and made for a stand of
Sydney Morning Heralds in the corner. Somehow I felt as certain of
finding what I wanted there as any man could possibly be, and as it
happened I was not disappointed. On the second page, beneath a
heading in bold type, was a long report of a horse show, held the
previous afternoon, at which it appeared a large vice-regal and
fashionable party were present. The list included His Excellency the
Governor and the Countess of Amberley, the Ladies Maud and
Ermyntrude, their daughters, the Marquis of Beckenham, Captain
Barrenden, an aide-de-camp, and Mr Baxter. In a voice that I hardly
recognized as my own, so shaken was it with excitement, I called
Beckenham to my side and pointed out to him his name. He stared,
looked away, then stared again, hardly able to believe his eyes.
"What does it mean?" he whispered, just as he had done in Port
Said. "What does it mean?"
I led him out of the building before I answered, and then clapped
him on the shoulder.
"It means, my boy," I said, "that there's been a hitch in their
arrangements, and that we're not too late to circumvent them after
"But where do you think they are staying--these two
"At Government House, to be sure. Didn't you see that the report
said, 'The Earl and Countess of Amberley and a distinguished party
from Government House, including the Marquis of Beckenham,'
"Then let us go to Government House at once and unmask them. That
is our bounder duty to society."
"Then all I can say is, if it is our duty to society, society will
have to wait. NO, no! We must find out first what their little game
is. That once decided, the unmasking will fall in as a natural
consequence. Don't you understand?"
"I am afraid I don't quite. However, I expect you're right."
By this time we were back again at the ferry. It was not time for
the boat to start, so while we waited we amused ourselves staring at
the placards pasted about on the wharf hoardings. Then a large
theatrical poster caught my eye and drew me towards it. It announced
a grand vice-regal "command" night at one of the principal theatres
for that very evening, and further set forth the fact that the most
noble the Marquis of Beckenham would be amongst the distinguished
"Here we are," I called to my companion, who was at a little
distance. "We'll certainly go to this. The Marquis of Beckenham shall
honour it with his patronage and presence after all."
Noting the name and address of the theatre, we went back to our
hotel for dinner, and as soon as it was eaten returned to the city to
seek the theatre.
When we entered it the building was crowded, and the arrival of
the Government House party was momentarily expected. Presently there
was a hush, then the orchestra and audience rose while "God save the
Queen" was played, and the Governor and a brilliant party entered the
vice-regal box. You may be sure of all that vast concourse of people
there were none who stared harder than Beckenham and myself. And it
was certainly enough to make any man stare, for there, sitting on her
ladyship's right hand, faultlessly dressed, was the exact image of
the young man by my side. The likeness was so extraordinary that for
a moment I could hardly believe that Beckenham had not left me to go
up and take his seat there. And if I was struck by the resemblance,
you may be sure that he was a dozen times more so. Indeed, his
bewilderment was most comical, and must have struck those people
round us, who were watching, as something altogether extraordinary. I
looked again, and could just discern behind the front row the smug,
self-satisfied face of the tutor Baxter. Then the play commenced, and
we were compelled to turn and give it our attention.
Here I must stop to chronicle one circumstance that throughout the
day had struck me as peculiar. When our vessel arrived at
Williamstown it so happened that we had travelled up in the train to
Melbourne with a tall, handsome, well-dressed man of about thirty
years of age. Whether he, like ourselves, was a new arrival in the
Colony, and only passing through Melbourne, I cannot say; at any rate
he went on to Sydney in the mail train with us. Then we lost sight of
him, only to find him standing near the public library when we had
emerged from it that afternoon, and now here he was sitting in the
stalls of the theatre not half a dozen chairs from us. Whether this
continual companionship was designed or only accidental, I could not
of course say, but I must own that I did not like the look of it.
Could it be possible, I asked myself, that Nikola, learning our
departure for Australia in the Pescadore, had cabled from Port Said
to this man to watch us? It seemed hardly likely, and yet we had had
sufficient experience of Nikola to teach us not to consider anything
impossible for him to do.
The performance over, we left the theatre and set off for the
ferry, only reaching it just as the boat was casting off. As it was I
had to jump for it, and on reaching the deck should have fallen in a
heap but for a helping hand that was stretched out to me. I looked up
to tender my thanks, when to my surprise I discovered that my
benefactor was none other than the man to whom I have just been
referring. His surprise was even greater than mine, and muttering
something about "a close shave," he turned and walked quickly aft. My
mind was now made up, and I accordingly reported my discovery to
Beckenham, pointing out the man and warning him to watch for him when
he was abroad without me. This he promised to do.
Next morning I donned my best attire (my luggage having safely
arrived), and shortly before eleven o'clock bade Beckenham goodbye
and betook myself to Potts Point to call upon the Wetherells.
It would be impossible for me to say with what varied emotions I
trod that well-remembered street, crossed the garden, and approached
the ponderous front door, which somehow had always seemed to me so
typical of Mr Wetherell himself. The same butler who had opened the
door to me on the previous occasion opened it now, and when I asked
if Miss Wetherell were at home, he gravely answered, "Yes, sir," and
invited me to enter. Though I had called there before, it must be
remembered that this was the first time I had been inside the house,
and I must confess the display of wealth in the hall amazed me.
I was shown into the drawing-room--a large double chamber
beautifully furnished and possessing an elegantly painted ceiling--
while the butler went in search of his mistress. A few moments later
I heard a light footstep outside, a hand was placed upon the handle
of the door, and before I could have counted ten, Phyllis--my
Phyllis! was in the room and in my arms! Over the next five minutes,
gentle reader, we will draw a curtain with your kind permission. If
you have ever met your sweetheart after an absence of several months,
you will readily understand why!
When we had become rational again I led her to a sofa, and,
seating myself beside her, asked if her father had in any way
relented towards me. At this she looked very unhappy, and for a
moment I thought was going to burst into tears.
"Why! What is the matter, Phyllis, my darling?" I cried in sincere
alarm, "What is troubling you?"
"Oh, I am so unhappy," she replied. "Dick, there is a gentleman in
Sydney now to whom papa has taken an enormous fancy, and he is
exerting all his influence over me to induce me to marry him."
"The deuce he is, and pray who may--" but I got no further in my
enquiries, for at that moment I caught the sound of a footstep in the
hall, and next moment Mr Wetherell opened the door. He remained for a
brief period looking from one to the other of us without speaking,
then he advanced, saying, "Mr Hatteras, please be so good as to tell
me when this persecution will cease? Am I not even to be free of you
in my own house. Flesh and blood won't stand it, I tell you, sir--
won't stand it! You pursued my daughter to England in a most
ungentlemanly fashion, and now you have followed her out here
"Just as I shall continue to follow her all my life, Mr
Wetherell," I replied warmly, "wherever you may take her. I told you
on board the Orizaba, months ago, that I loved her; well, I love her
ten thousand times more now. She loves me--won't you hear her tell
you so? Why then should you endeavour to keep us apart?"
"Because an alliance with you, sir, is distasteful to me in every
possible way. I have other views for my daughter, you must learn."
Here Phyllis could keep silence no longer, and broke in with--
"If you mean by that that you will force me into this hateful
marriage with a man I despise, papa, you are mistaken. I will marry
no one but Mr Hatteras, and so I warn you."
"Silence, Miss! How dare you adopt that tone with me! You will do
as I wish in this and all other matters, and so we'll have no more
talk about it. Now, Mr Hatteras, you have heard what I have to say,
and I warn you that, if you persist in this conduct, I'll see if
something can't be found in the law to put a stop to it. Meanwhile,
if you show yourself in my grounds again, I'll have my servants throw
you out into the street! Good-day."
Unjust as his conduct was to me, there was nothing for it but to
submit, so picking up my hat I bade poor little frightened Phyllis
farewell and went towards the door. But before taking my departure I
was determined to have one final shot at her irascible parent, so I
said, "Mr Wetherell, I have warned you before, and I do so again:
your daughter loves me, and, come what may, I will make her my wife.
She is her own mistress, and you cannot force her into marrying any
one against her will. Neither can you prevent her marrying me if she
wishes it. You will be sorry some day that you have behaved like this
But the only answer he vouchsafed was a stormy one.
"Leave my house this instant. Not another word, sir, or I'll call
my servants to my assistance!"
The stately old butler opened the front door for me, and assuming
as dignified an air as was possible, I went down the drive and passed
out into the street.
When I reached home again Beckenham was out, for which I was not
sorry, as I wanted to have a good quiet think by myself. So, lighting
a cigar, I pulled a chair into the verandah and fell to work. But I
could make nothing of the situation, save that, by my interview this
morning, my position with the father was, if possible, rendered even
more hopeless than before. Who was this more fortunate suitor? Would
it be any use my going to him and--but no, that was clearly
impossible. Could I induce Phyllis to run away with me? That was
possible, of course, but I rather doubted if she would care to take
such an extreme step until every other means had proved unsuccessful.
Then what was to be done? I began to wish that Beckenham would return
in order that we might consult together.
Half an hour later our lunch was ready, but still no sign came of
the youth. Where could he have got to? I waited an hour and then fell
to work. Three o'clock arrived and still no sign--four, five, and
even six. By this time I was in a fever of anxiety. I remembered the
existence of the man who had followed us from Melbourne, and
Beckenham's trusting good nature. Then and there I resolved, if he
did not return before half-past seven, to set off for the nearest
police station and have a search made for him. Slowly the large hand
of the clock went round, and when, at the time stated, he had not
appeared, I donned my hat and, enquiring the way, set off for the
home of the law.
On arriving there and stating my business I was immediately
conducted to the inspector in charge, who questioned me very closely
as to Beckenham's appearance, age, profession, etc. Having done this,
"But what reason have you, sir, for supposing that the young man
has been done away with? He has only been absent from his abode,
according to your statement, about eight or nine hours."
"Simply because," I answered, "I have the best of reasons for
knowing that ever since his arrival in Australia he has been
shadowed. This morning he said he would only go for a short stroll
before lunch, and I am positively certain, knowing my anxiety about
him, he would not have remained away so long of his own accord
without communicating with me."
"Is there any motive you can assign for this shadowing?"
"My friend is heir to an enormous property in England. Perhaps
that may assist you in discovering one?"
"Very possibly. But still I am inclined to think you are a little
hasty in coming to so terrible a conclusion, Mr--?"
"Hatteras is my name, and I am staying at the 'General Officer'
Hotel in Palgrave Street."
"Well, Mr Hatteras, if I were you I would go back to your hotel.
You will probably find your friend there eating his dinner and
thinking about instituting a search for you. If, however, he has not
turned up, and does not do so by tomorrow morning, call here again
and report the matter, and I will give you every assistance in my
Thanking him for his courtesy I left the station and walked
quickly back to the hotel, hoping to find Beckenham safely returned
and at his dinner. But when the landlady met me in the verandah, and
asked if I had any news of my friend, I realized that a
disappointment was in store for me. By this time the excitement and
worry were getting too much for me. What with Nikola, the spy,
Beckenham, Phyllis, the unknown lover, and old Mr Wetherell, I had
more than enough to keep my brain occupied. I sat down on a chair on
the verandah with a sigh and reviewed the whole case. Nine o'clock
struck by the time my reverie was finished. Just as I did so a
newspaper boy came down the street lustily crying his wares. To
divert my mind from its unpleasant thoughts, I called him up and
bought an Evening Mercury. Haying done so I passed into my
sitting-room to read it. The first, second, and third pages held
nothing of much interest to me, but on the fourth was an item which
was astonishing enough to almost make my hair stand on end. It ran as
RUMOURED IMPORTANT ENGAGEMENT IN HIGH LIFE.
We have it on the very best authority that an engagement will
shortly be announced between a certain illustrious young nobleman,
now a visitor in our city, and the beautiful daughter of one of
Sydney's most prominent politicians, who has lately returned from a
visit to England. The Evening Mercury tenders the young couple their
sincerest congratulations. Could this be the solution of the whole
mystery? Could it be that the engagement of Baxter, the telegram, the
idea of travel, the drugging, the imprisonment in Port Said, the
substitution of the false marquis were all means to this end? Was it
possible that this man, who was masquerading as a man of title, was
to marry Phyllis (for there could be no possible doubt as to the
persons to whom that paragraph referred)? The very thought of such a
thing was not to be endured.
There must be no delay now, I told myself, in revealing all I
knew. The villains must be unmasked this very night. Wetherell should
know all as soon as I could tell him.
As I came to this conclusion I crushed my paper into my pocket and
set off, without a moment's delay, for Potts Point. The night was
dark, and now a thick drizzle was falling.
Though it really did not take me very long, it seemed an eternity
before I reached the house and rang the bell. The butler opened the
door, and was evidently surprised to see me.
"Is Mr Wetherell at home?" I asked. For a moment he looked
doubtful as to what he should say, then compromising matters,
answered that he would see.
"I know what that means," I said in reply. "Mr Wetherell is in,
but you don't think he'll see me. But he must! I have news for him of
the very utmost importance. Will you tell him that?"
He left me and went along the hall and upstairs. Presently he
returned, shaking his head.
"I'm very sorry, sir, but Mr Wetherell's answer is, if you have
anything to tell him you must put it in writing; he cannot see
"But he must! In this case I can accept no refusal. Tell him, will
you, that the matter upon which I wish to speak to him has nothing
whatsoever to do with the request I made to him this morning. I
pledge him my word on that."
Again the butler departed, and once more I was left to cool my
heels in the portico. When he returned it was with a smile upon his
"Mr Wetherell will be glad if you will step this way, sir." I
followed him along the hall and up the massive stone staircase.
Arriving at the top he opened a door on the left-hand side and
announced "Mr Hatteras."
I found Mr Wetherell seated in a low chair opposite the fire, and
from the fact that his right foot was resting on a sort of small
trestle, I argued that he was suffering from an attack of his old
enemy the gout.
"Be good enough to take a chair, Mr Hatteras," he said, when the
door had been closed. "I must own I am quite at a loss to understand
what you can have to tell me of so much importance as to bring you to
my house at this time of night."
"I think I shall be able to satisfy you on that score, Mr
Wetherell," I replied, taking the Evening Mercury from my pocket and
smoothing it out. "In the first place will you be good enough to tell
me if there is any truth in the inference contained in that
I handed the paper to him and pointed to the lines in question.
Having put on his glasses he examined it carefully.
"I am sorry they should have made it public so soon, I must
admit," he said. "But I don't deny that there is a considerable
amount of truth in what that paragraph reports."
"You mean by that that you intend to try and marry Phyllis--Miss
Wetherell--to the Marquis of Beckenham?"
"The young man has paid her a very considerable amount of
attention ever since he arrived in the colony, and only last week he
did me the honour of confiding his views to me. You see I am candid
"I thank you for it. I, too, will be candid with you. Mr
Wetherell, you may set your mind at rest at once, this marriage will
never take place!"
"And pray be so good as to tell me your reason for such a
If you want it bluntly, because the young man now staying at
Government House is no more the Marquis of Beckenham than I am. He is
a fraud, an impostor, a cheat of the first water, put up to play his
part by one of the cleverest scoundrels unhung."
"Mr Hatteras, this is really going too far. I can quite understand
your being jealous of his lordship, but I cannot understand your
having the audacity to bring such a foolish charge against him. I,
for one, must decline to listen to it. If he had been the fraud you
make him out, how would his tutor have got those letters from his
Grace the Duke of Glenbarth? Do you imagine his Excellency the
Governor, who has known the family all his life, would not have
discovered him ere this? No, no, sir! It won't do! If you think so,
who has schooled him so cleverly? Who has pulled the strings so
"Why, Nikola to be sure!"
Had I clapped a revolver to the old gentleman's head, or had the
walls opened and Nikola himself stepped into the room, a greater
effect of terror and consternation could not have been produced in
the old gentleman's face than did those five simple words. He fell
back in his chair gasping for breath, his complexion became ashen in
its pallor, and for a moment his whole nervous system seemed
unstrung. I sprang to his assistance, thinking he was going to have a
fit, but he waved me off, and when he had recovered himself
sufficiently to speak, said hoarsely:
"What do you know of Dr Nikola? Tell me for God's sake!--what do
you know of him? Quick, quick!"
Thereupon I set to work and told him my story, from the day of my
arrival in Sydney from Thursday Island up to the moment of my
reaching his house, described my meeting and acquaintance with the
real Beckenham, and all the events consequent upon it. He listened,
with an awful terror growing in his face, and when I had finished my
narrative with the disappearance of my friend he nearly choked. "Mr
Hatteras," he gasped, "will you swear this is the truth you are
"I solemnly swear it," I answered. "And will do so in public when
and where you please."
"Then before I do anything else I will beg your pardon for my
conduct to you. You have taken a noble revenge. I cannot thank you
sufficiently. But there is not a moment to lose. My daughter is at a
ball at Government House at the present moment. I should have
accompanied her, but my gout would not permit me. Will you oblige me
by ringing that bell?"
I rang the bell as requested, and then asked what he intended
"Going off to his Excellency at once, gout or no gout, and telling
him what you have told me. If it is as you have said, we must catch
these scoundrels and rescue your friend without an instant's
Here the butler appeared at the door.
"Tell Jenkins to put the grey mare in my brougham and bring her
round at once."
Half an hour later we were at Government House waiting in his
Excellency's study for an interview. The music of the orchestra in
the ballroom came faintly in to us, and when Lord Amberley entered
the room he seemed surprised, as well he might be, to see us. But as
soon as he had heard what we had to tell him his expression changed.
"Mr Wetherell, this is a very terrible charge you bring against my
guest. Do you think it can possibly be true?"
"I sadly fear so," said Mr Wetherell. "But perhaps Mr Hatteras
will tell you the story exactly as he told it to me."
I did so, and, when I had finished, the Governor went to the door
and called a servant.
"Find Lord Beckenham, Johnson, at once, and ask him to be so good
as to come to me here. Stay--on second thoughts I'll go and look for
He went off, leaving us alone again to listen to the ticking of
the clock upon the mantelpiece, and to wonder what was going to
happen next. Five minutes went by and then ten, but still he did not
return. When he did do so it was with a still more serious
"You are evidently right, gentlemen. Neither the spurious marquis,
nor his tutor, Mr Baxter, can be found anywhere. I have discovered,
too, that all their valuables and light luggage have been smuggled
out of the house tonight without the knowledge of my servants. This
is a very terrible business. But I have given instructions, and the
police will be communicated with at once. Now we must do our best to
find the real Beckenham."
"Lord Amberley," said Wetherell, in a choking voice, "do you think
one of your servants could tell my daughter to come to me at once; I
am not feeling very well."
The Governor hesitated a moment, and then said:
"I am sorry to say, Mr Wetherell, your daughter left the House an
hour ago. A message was brought to her that you had been suddenly
taken ill and needed her. She went off at once."
Wetherell anxiety was piteous to see.
"My God!" he cried in despair. "If that is so, I am ruined. This
is Nikola's revenge."
Then he uttered a curious little sigh, moved a step forward, and
fell in a dead faint upon the floor.
CHAPTER II. On the Trail
AS soon as Wetherell was able to speak again he said as feebly as
an old man of ninety, "Take me home, Mr Hatteras, take me home, and
let us think out together there what is best to be done to rescue my
poor child." The Governor rose to his feet and gave him his arm.
"I think you're right, Mr Wetherell," he said. "It is of course
just probable that you will find your daughter at her home when you
arrive. God grant she may be! But in case she is not I will
communicate all I know to the Police Commissioner on his arrival, and
send him and his officers on to you. We must lose no time if we wish
to catch these scoundrels." Then turning to me, he continued: "Mr
Hatteras, it is owing to your promptness that we are able to take
such early steps. I shall depend upon your further assistance in this
"You may do so with perfect confidence, my lord," I answered. "If
you knew all you would understand that I am more anxious perhaps than
anyone to discover the whereabouts of the young lady and my
If his Excellency thought anything he did not give utterance to
it, and Mr Wetherell's carriage being at the door we went out to it
without another word. As we stepped into it Mr Wetherell cried to the
"Home, and as fast as you can go."
Next moment we were being whirled down the drive at a pace which
at any other time I should have thought dangerous. Throughout the
journey we sat almost silent, wrapped in our anxieties and
forebodings; hoping almost against hope that when we arrived at Potts
Point we should find Phyllis awaiting us there. At last we turned
into the grounds, and on reaching the house I sprang out and rang the
bell, then I went down to help my companion to alight. The butler
opened the door and descended the steps to take the rugs. Wetherell
stopped him almost angrily, crying:
"Where is your mistress? Has she come home?"
The expression of surprise on the man's face told me, before he
had time to utter a word, that our hopes were not to be realized.
"Miss Phyllis, sir?" the man said. "Why, she's at the ball at
Wetherell turned from him with a deep sigh, and taking my arm went
heavily up the steps into the hall.
"Come to my study, Mr Hatteras," he said, "and let me confer with
you. For God's sake don't desert me in my hour of need!"
"You need have no fear of that," I answered. "If it is bad for
you, think what it is for me." And then we went upstairs together.
Reaching his study, Mr Wetherell led the way in and sat down. On a
side table I noticed a decanter of whisky and some glasses. Without
asking permission I went across to them and poured out a stiff
nobbler for him.
"Drink this," I said; "it will pull you together a little;
remember you will want all your strength for the work that lies
Like a child he did as he was ordered, and then sank back into his
chair. I went across to the hearthrug and stood before him.
"Now," I said, "we must think this out from the very beginning,
and to do that properly we must consider every detail. Have you any
objection to answering my questions?"
"Ask any questions you like," he replied, "and I will answer
"In the first place, then, how soon after his arrival in the
colony did your daughter get to know this sham Beckenham?"
"Three days," he answered.
"At a dance, dinner party, picnic, or what?"
"At none of these things. The young man, it appears, had seen my
daughter in the street, and having been struck with her beauty asked
one of the aides-de-camp at Government House, with whom we are on
intimate terms, to bring him to call. At the time, I remember, I
thought it a particularly friendly action on his part."
"I don't doubt it," I answered. "Well that, I think, should tell
us one thing."
"And what is that?"
"That his instructions were to get to know your daughter without
"But what could his reason have been, do you think?"
"Ah, that I cannot tell you just yet. Now you must pardon what I
am going to say: do you think he was serious in his intentions
regarding Phyllis--I mean your daughter?"
"Perfectly, as far as I could tell. His desire, he said, was, if
she would have him, to be allowed to marry her on his twenty-first
birthday, which would be next week, and in proof of permission he
showed me a cablegram from his father."
"A forgery, I don't doubt. Well, then, the only construction I can
put upon it is that the arrival of the real Beckenham in Sydney must
have frightened him, thus compelling the gang to resort to other
means of obtaining possession of her at once. Now our next business
must be to find out how that dastardly act was accomplished. May I
ring the bell and have up the coachman who drove your daughter to the
"By all means. Please act in every way in this matter as if this
house were your own."
I rang the bell, and when the butler appeared to answer it Mr
Wetherell instructed him to find the man I wanted and send him up.
The servant left the room again, and for five minutes we awaited his
re-appearance in silence. When he did come back he said,
"Thompson has not come home yet, sir."
"Not come home yet! Why, it's nearly eleven o'clock! Send him in
directly he arrives. Hark! What bell is that?"
"Front door, sir."
"Go down and answer it then, and if it should be the Commissioner
of Police show him up here at once."
As it turned out it was not the Commissioner of Police, but an
"Good evening," said Mr Wetherell. "You have come from Government
House, I presume?"
"Exactly so, sir," replied the Inspector. "His Excellency gave us
some particulars and then sent us on to you."
"You know the nature of the case?"
"His Excellency informed us himself."
"And what steps have you taken?"
"Well, sir, to begin with, we have given orders for a thorough
search throughout the city and suburbs for the tutor and the sham
nobleman, at the same time more men are out looking for the real Lord
Beckenham. We are also trying to find your coachman, who was supposed
to have driven Miss Wetherell away from Government House, and also
the carriage, which is certain to be found before very long."
He had hardly finished speaking before there was another loud ring
at the bell, and presently the butler entered the room once more.
Crossing to Mr Wetherell, he said:
"Two policemen are at the front door, and they have brought
Thompson home, sir."
"Ah! We are likely to have a little light thrown upon the matter
now. Let them bring him up here instantly."
"He's not in a very nice state, sir."
"Never mind that. Let them bring him up here, instantly!" Again
the butler departed, and a few moments later heavy footsteps ascended
the stairs and approached the study door. Then two stalwart policemen
entered the room supporting between them a miserable figure in
coachman's livery. His hat and coat were gone and his breeches were
stained with mud, while a large bruise totally obscured his left eye.
His master surveyed him with unmitigated disgust.
"Stand him over there opposite me," said Mr Wetherell, pointing to
the side of the room furthest from the door.
The policemen did as they were ordered, while the man looked more
dead than alive.
"Now, Thompson," said Wetherell, looking sternly at him, "what
have you got to say for yourself?"
But the man only groaned. Seeing that in his present state he
could say nothing, I went across to the table and mixed him a glass
of grog. When I gave it to him he drank it eagerly. It seemed to
sharpen his wits, for he answered instantly:
"It wasn't my fault, sir. If I'd only ha' known what their game
was I'd have been killed afore I'd have let them do anything to hurt
the young lady. But they was too cunnin' for me, sir."
"Be more explicit, sir!" said Wetherell sternly. "Don't stand
there whining, but tell your story straightforwardly and at
The poor wretch pulled himself together and did his best.
"It was in this way, sir," he began. "Last week I was introduced
by a friend of mine to as nice a spoken man as ever I saw. He was
from England, he said, and having a little money thought he'd like to
try his 'and at a bit o' racing in Australia, like. He was on the
look-out for a smart man, he said, who'd be able to put him up to a
wrinkle or two, and maybe train for him later on. He went on to say
that he'd 'eard a lot about me, and thought I was just the man for
his money. Well, we got more and more friendly till the other night,
Monday, when he said as how he'd settled on a farm a bit out in the
country, and was going to sign the agreement, as he called it, for to
rent it next day. He was goin' to start a stud farm and trainin'
establishment combined, and would I take the billet of manager at
three 'undred a year? Anyway, as he said, 'Don't be in a 'urry to
decide; take your time and think it over. Meet me at the Canary Bird
'Otel on Thursday night (that's tonight, sir) and give me your
decision.' Well, sir, I drove Miss Wetherell to Government 'Ouse,
sir, according to orders, and then, comin' 'ome, went round by the
Canary Bird to give 'im my answer, thinkin' no 'arm could ever come
of it. When I drove up he was standin' at the door smoking his cigar,
an' bein' an affable sort of fellow, invited me inside to take a
drink. 'I don't like to leave the box,' I said. 'Oh, never mind your
horse,' says he. ''Ere's a man as will stand by it for five minutes.'
He gave a respectable lookin' chap, alongside the lamp-post, a
sixpence, and he 'eld the 'orse, so in I went. When we got inside I
was for goin' to the bar, but 'e says, 'No. This is an important
business matter, and we don't want to be over'eard.' With that he
leads the way into a private room at the end of the passage and shuts
the door. 'What's yours?' says he. 'A nobbler o' rum,' says I. Then
he orders a nobbler of rum for me and a nobbler of whisky for
'imself. And when it was brought we sat talkie' of the place he'd
thought o' takin' an' the 'orses he was goin' to buy, an' then 'e
says, ''Ullo'! Somebody listenin' at the door. I 'eard a step. Jump
up and look.' I got up and ran to the door, but there was nobody
there, so I sat down again and we went on talking. Then he says,
takin' up his glass: ''Ere's to your 'ealth, Mr Thompson, and success
to the farm.' We both drank it en' went on talkin' till I felt that
sleepy I didn't know what to do. Then I dropped off, an' after that I
don't remember nothin' of what 'appened till I woke up in the Domain,
without my hat and coat, and found a policeman shakin' me by the
"The whole thing is as plain as daylight," cried Wetherell
bitterly. "It is a thoroughly organized conspiracy, having me for its
victim. Oh, my girlie! My poor little girlie! What has my obstinacy
brought you to!"
Seeing the old man in this state very nearly broke me down, but I
mastered myself with an effort and addressed a question to the
"Pull yourself together, Thompson, and try and tell me as
correctly as you can what this friend of yours was like."
I fully expected to hear him give an exact description of the man
who had followed us from Melbourne, but I was mistaken.
"I don't know, sir," said Thompson, "as I could rightly tell you,
my mind being still a bit dizzy-like. He was tall, but not by any
manner of means big made; he had very small 'ands an' feet, a sort o'
what they call death's-'ead complexion; 'is 'air was black as soot,
an' so was 'is eyes, an' they sparkled like two diamonds in 'is
"Do you remember noticing if he had a curious gold ring on his
little finger, like a snake?"
"He had, sir, with two eyes made of some black stone. That's just
as true as you're born."
"Then it was Nikola," I cried in an outburst of astonishment, "and
he followed us to Australia after all!"
Wetherell gave a deep sigh that was more like a groan than
anything else; then he became suddenly a new man.
"Mr Inspector," he cried to the police officer, "that man, or
traces of him, must be found before daylight. I know him, and he is
as slippery as an eel; if you lose a minute he'll be through your
"One moment first," I cried. "Tell me this, Thompson: when you
drove up to the Canary Bird Hotel where did you say this man was
"In the verandah, sir."
"Had he his hat on?"
"And then you went towards the bar, but it was crowded, so he took
you to a private room?"
"And once there he began giving you the details of this farm he
proposed starting. Did he work out any figures on paper?"
"On a letter or envelope; I'm not certain which."
"Which of course he took from his pocket?"
"Very good," I said. Then turning to the police officer, "Now, Mr
Inspector, shall we be off to the Canary Bird?"
"If you wish it, sir. In the meantime I'll send instructions back
by these men to the different stations. Before breakfast time we must
have the man who held the horse in our hands."
"You don't know him, I suppose?" I asked Thompson.
"No, sir; but I've seen him before," he answered.
"He's a Sydney fellow then?"
"Oh yes, sir."
"Then there should be no difficulty in catching him. Now let us be
Mr Wetherell rose to accompany us, but hard though it was to stop
him I eventually succeeded in dissuading him from such a course.
"But you will let me know directly you discover anything, won't
you, Mr Hatteras?" he cried as we were about to leave the room.
"Think what my anxiety will be."
I gave my promise and then, accompanied by the Inspector, left the
house. Hailing a passing cab we jumped into it and told the driver to
proceed as fast as he could to the hotel in question. Just as we
started a clock in the neighbourhood struck twelve. Phyllis had been
in Nikola's hands three hours.
Pulling up opposite the Canary Bird (the place where the coachman
had been drugged), we jumped out and bade the cabman wait. The hotel
was in complete darkness, and it was not until we had pealed the bell
twice that we succeeded in producing any sign of life. Then the
landlord, half dressed, carrying a candle in his hand, came
downstairs and called out to know who was there and what we wanted.
My companion immediately said "Police," and in answer to that magic
word the door was unbarred.
"Good-evening, Mr Bartrell," said the Inspector politely. "May we
come in for a moment on business?"
"Certainly, Mr Inspector," said the landlord, who evidently knew
my companion. "But isn't this rather a late hour for a call. I hope
there is nothing the matter?"
"Nothing much," returned the Inspector; "only we want to make a
few enquiries about a man who was here tonight, and for whom we are
"If that is so I'm afraid I must call my barman. I was not in the
bar this evening. If you'll excuse me I'll go and bring him down. In
the meantime make yourselves comfortable."
He left us to kick our heels in the hall while he went upstairs
again. In about ten minutes, and just as my all-consuming impatience
was well-nigh getting the better of me, he returned, bringing with
him the sleepy barman.
"these gentlemen want some information about a man who was here
tonight," the landlord said by way of introduction. "Perhaps you can
"What was he like, sir?" asked the barman of the Inspector.
The latter, however, turned to me.
"Tall, slim, with a sallow complexion," I said, "black hair and
very dark restless eyes. He came in here with the Hon. Sylvester
The man seemed to recollect him at once.
"I remember him," he said. "They sat in No. 5 down the passage
there, and the man you mention ordered a nobbler of rum for his
friend and a whisky for himself."
"That's the fellow we want," said the Inspector. "Now tell me
this, have you ever seen him in here before?"
"Never once," said the barman, "and that's a solemn fact, because
if I had I couldn't have forgotten it. His figurehead wouldn't let
you do that. No, sir, tonight was the first night he's ever been in
the Canary Bird."
"Did any one else visit them while they were in the room
"Not as I know of. But stay, I'm not so certain. Yes; I remember
seeing a tall, good-looking chap come down the passage and go in
there. But it was some time, half an hour maybe, after I took in the
"Did you see him come out again?"
"No. But I know the coachman got very drunk, and had to be carried
out to the carriage."
"How do you know that?"
"Because I saw the other two doing it."
The Inspector turned to me.
"Not very satisfactory, is it?"
"No," I answered. "But do you mind letting us look into No. 5--
the room they occupied?"
"Not at all," said the landlord. "Will you come with me?"
So saying he led the way down the passage to a little room on the
right-hand side, the door of which he threw open with a theatrical
flourish. It was in pitch darkness, but a few seconds later the gas
was lit and we could see all that it contained. A small table stood
in the centre of the room and round the walls were ranged two or
three wooden chairs. A small window was at the further end and a
fireplace opposite the door. On the table was a half-smoked cigar and
a torn copy of the Evening Mercury. But that was not what I wanted,
so I went down on my hands and knees and looked about upon the
Presently I descried a small ball of paper near the grate. Picking
it up I seated myself at the table and turned to the barman, who was
watching my movements attentively.
"Was this room used by any other people after the party we are
looking for left?"
"No, sir. There was nobody in either of these two bottom
"You are quite certain of that?"
I took up the ball of paper, unrolled it and spread it out upon
the table. To my disgust it was only the back half of an envelope,
and though it had a few figures dotted about upon it, was of no
possible use to us.
"Nothing there?" asked the Inspector.
"Nothing at all," I answered bitterly, "save a few
"Well, in that case, we'd better be getting up to the station and
see if they've discovered anything yet."
"Come along, then," I answered. "We must be quick though, for
we've lost a lot of precious time, and every minute counts."
I took up the Evening Mercury and followed him out to the cab,
after having sincerely thanked the hotel proprietor and the barman
for their courtesy. The Inspector gave the driver his orders and we
set off. As we went we discussed our next movements, and while we
were doing so I idly glanced at the paper I held in my hand. There
was a lamp in the cab, and the light showed me on the bottom
right-hand corner a round blue india-rubber stamp mark, "W. E.
Maxwell, stationer and newsagent, 23, Ipswell Street, Woolahra."
"Stop the cab!" I almost shouted. "Tell the man to drive us back
to the Canary Bird as fast as he can go."
The order was given, the cab faced round, and in less than a
minute we were on our way back.
"What's up now?" asked the astonished Inspector.
"Only that I believe I've got a clue," I cried.
I did not explain any further, and in five minutes we had brought
the landlord downstairs again.
"I'm sorry to trouble you in this fashion," I cried, "but life and
death depend on it. I want you to let me see No. 5 again."
He conducted us to the room, and once more the gas was lit. The
small strip of envelope lay upon the table just as I had thrown it
down. I seated myself and again looked closely at it. Then I sprang
to my feet.
"I thought so!" I cried excitedly, pointing to the paper; "I told
you I had a clue. Now, Mr Inspector, who wrote those figures?"
"The man you call Nikola, I suppose."
"That's right. Now who would have bought this newspaper? You must
remember that Thompson only left his box to come in here."
"Nikola, I suppose."
"Very good. Then according to your own showing Nikola owned this
piece of envelope and this Evening Mercury. If that is certain, look
He came round and looked over my shoulder. I pointed to what was
evidently part of the gummed edge of the top of the envelope. On it
were these three important words, "--swell Street, Woolahra."
"Well," he said, "what about it?"
"Why, look here!" I said, as I opened the Evening Mercury and
pointed to the stamp-mark at the bottom. "The man who bought this
newspaper at Mr Maxwell's shop also bought this envelope there. The
letters 'swell' before 'street' constitute the last half of Ipswell,
the name of the street. If that man be Nikola, as we suspect, the
person who served him is certain to remember him, and it is just
within the bounds of possibility he may know his address."
"That's so," said the Inspector, who was struck with the force of
my argument. "I know Mr Maxwell's shop, and our best plan will be to
go on there as fast as we can."
Again thanking the landlord for his civility, we returned to our
cab and once more set off, this time for Mr Maxwell's shop in Ipswell
Street. By the time we reached it, it was nearly three o'clock, and
gradually growing light.
As the cab drew up alongside the curb the Inspector jumped out and
rang the bell at the side door. It was opened after awhile by a
shock-headed youth, about eighteen years of age, who stared at us in
"Does Mr Maxwell live at the shop?" asked the Inspector.
"Ponson Street--third house on the left-hand side."
Once more we jumped into the cab and rattled off. It seemed to me,
so anxious and terrified was I for my darling's safety, that we were
fated never to get the information we wanted; the whole thing was
like some nightmare, in which, try how I would to move, every step
A few minutes' drive brought us to Ponson Street, and we drew up
at the third house on the left-hand side. It was a pretty little
villa, with a nice front garden and a creeper-covered verandah. We
rang the bell and waited. Presently we heard someone coming down the
passage, and a moment later the door was unlocked.
"Who is there?" cried a voice from within.
"Police," said my companion as before.
The door was immediately opened, and a very small
sandy-complexioned man, dressed in a flaring suit of striped pyjamas,
stood before us.
"Is anything wrong, gentlemen?" he asked nervously.
"Nothing to affect you, Mr Maxwell," my companion replied. "We
only want a little important information, if you can give it us. We
are anxious to discover a man's whereabouts before daylight, and we
have been led to believe that you are the only person who can give us
the necessary clue."
"Good gracious! I never heard of such a thing. But I shall be
happy to serve you if I can," the little man answered, leading the
way into his dining-room and opening the shutters with an air of
importance his appearance rather belied. "What is it?"
"Well, it's this," I replied, producing the piece of envelope and
the Evening Mercury. "You see these letters on the top of this paper,
don't you?" He nodded, his attention at once secured by seeing his
own name. "Well, that envelope was evidently purchased in your shop.
So was this newspaper."
"How can you tell that?"
"In the case of the envelope, by these letters; in that of the
paper, by your rubber stamp on the bottom."
"Ah! Well, now, and in what way can I help you?"
"We want to know the address of the man who bought them."
"That will surely be difficult. Can you give me any idea of what
he was like?"
"Tall, slightly foreign in appearance, distinctly handsome, sallow
complexion, very dark eyes, black hair, small hands and feet."
As my description progressed the little man's face brightened.
Then he cried with evident triumph--
"I know the man; he came into the shop yesterday afternoon."
"And his address is?"
His face fell again. His information was not quite as helpful as
he had expected it would be.
"There I can't help you, I'm sorry to say. He bought a packet of
paper and envelopes and the Evening Mercury and then left the shop. I
was so struck by his appearance that I went to the door and watched
him cross the road."
"And in which direction did he go?"
"Over to Podgers' chemist shop across the way. That was the last I
saw of him."
"I'm obliged to you, Mr Maxwell," I said, shaking him by the hand.
"But I'm sorry you can't tell us something more definite about him."
Then turning to the Inspector: "I suppose we had better go off and
find Podgers. But if we have to spend much more time in rushing about
like this we shall be certain to lose them altogether."
"Let us be off to Podgers, then, as fast as we can go."
Bidding Mr Maxwell goodbye, we set off again, and in ten minutes
had arrived at the shop and had Mr Podgers downstairs. We explained
our errand as briefly as possible, and gave a minute description of
the man we wanted.
"I remember him perfectly," said the sedate Podgers. "He came into
my shop last night and purchased a bottle of chloroform."
"You made him sign the poison book, of course?"
"Naturally I did, Mr Inspector. Would you like to see his
"Very much," we both answered at once, and the book was
Podgers ran his finger down the list.
"Brown, Williams, Davis--ah! here it is. 'Chloroform: J. Venneage,
22, Calliope Street, Woolahra.'"
"Venneage!" I cried. "Why, that's not his name!"
"Very likely not," replied Podgers; "but it's the name he gave
"Never mind, we'll try 22, Calliope Street on the chance," said
the Inspector. "Come along, Mr Hatteras."
Again we drove off, this time at increased pace. In less than
fifteen minutes we had turned into the street we wanted, and pulled
up about a hundred yards from the junction. It was a small
thoroughfare, with a long line of second-class villa residences on
either side. A policeman was sauntering along on the opposite side of
the way, and the Inspector called him over. He saluted respectfully,
and waited to be addressed.
"What do you know of number 22?" asked the Inspector briefly. The
constable considered for a few moments, and then said:
"Well, to tell you the truth, sir, I didn't know until yesterday
that it was occupied."
"Have you seen anybody about there?"
"I saw three men go in just as I came on the beat tonight."
"What were they like?"
"Well, I don't know that I looked much at them. They were all
pretty big, and they seemed to be laughing and enjoying
"Did they! Well, we must go in there and have a look at them. You
had better come with us."
We walked on down the street till we arrived at No. 22. Then
opening the gate we went up the steps to the hall door. It was quite
light enough by this time to enable us to see everything distinctly.
The Inspector gave the bell a good pull and the peal re-echoed inside
the house. But not a sound of any living being came from within in
answer. Again the bell was pulled, and once more we waited patiently,
but with the same result.
"Either there's nobody at home or they refuse to hear," said the
Inspector. "Constable, you remain where you are and collar the first
man you see. Mr Hatteras, we will go round to the back and try to
effect an entrance from there."
We left the front door, and finding a path reached the yard. The
house was only a small one, with a little verandah at the rear on to
which the back door opened. On either side of the door were two
fair-sized windows, and by some good fortune it chanced that the
catch of one of these was broken.
Lifting the sash up the Inspector jumped into the room, and its
soon as he was through I followed him. Then we looked about us. The
room, however, was destitute of furniture or occupants.
"I don't hear anybody about," my companion said, opening the door
that led into the hall. Just at that moment I heard a sound, and
touching his arm signed to him to listen. We both did so, and sure
enough there came again the faint muttering of a human voice. In the
half-dark of the hall it sounded most uncanny.
"Somebody in one of the front rooms," said the Inspector. "I'll
slip along and open the front door, bring in the man from outside,
and then we'll burst into the room and take our chance of capturing
He did as he proposed, and when the constable had joined us we
moved towards the room on the left.
Again the mutterings came from the inside, and the Inspector
turned the handle of the door. It was locked, however.
"Let me burst it in," I whispered.
He nodded, and I accordingly put my shoulder against it, and
bringing my strength to bear sent it flying in.
Then we rushed into the room, to find it, at first glance, empty.
Just at that moment, however, the muttering began again, and we
looked towards the darkest corner; somebody was there, lying on the
ground. I rushed across and knelt down to look. It was Beckenham; his
mouth gagged and his hands and feet bound. The noise we had heard was
that made by him trying to call us to his assistance.
In less time than it takes to tell I had cut his bonds and helped
him to sit up. Then I explained to the Inspector who he was.
"Thank God you're found!" I cried. "But what does it all mean? How
long have you been like this? and where is Nikola?"
"I don't know how long I've been here," he answered, "and I don't
know where Nikola is."
"But you must know something about him!" I cried. "For Heaven's
sake tell me all you can! I'm in awful trouble, and your story may
give me the means of saving a life that is dearer to me than my
"Get me something to drink first, then," he replied; "I'm nearly
dying of thirst; after that I'll tell you all I can."
Fortunately I had had the foresight to put a flask of whisky into
my pocket, and I now took it out and gave him a stiff nobbler. It
revived him somewhat, and he prepared to begin his tale. But the
"Before you commence, my lord, I must send word to the
Commissioner that you have been found."
He wrote a message on a piece of paper and dispatched the
constable with it. Having done so he turned to Beckenham and
"Now, my lord, pray let us hear your story."
Beckenham forthwith commenced.
CHAPTER III. Lord Beckenham's Story
"When you left me, Mr Hatteras, to visit Miss Wetherell at Potts
Point, I remained in the house for half an hour or so reading. Then,
thinking no harm could possibly come of it, I started out for a
little excursion on my own account. It was about half-past eleven
then. "Leaving the hotel I made for the ferry and crossed Darling
Harbour to Millers Point; then, setting myself for a good ramble, off
I went through the city, up one street and down another, to
eventually bring up in the botanical gardens. The view was so
exquisite that I sat myself down on a seat and resigned myself to
rapturous contemplation of it. How long I remained there I could not
possibly say. I only know that while I was watching the movements of
a man-o'-war in the cove below me I became aware, by intuition--for I
did not look at him--that I was the object of close scrutiny by a man
standing some little distance from me. Presently I found him drawing
closer to me, until he came boldly up and seated himself beside me.
He was a queer-looking little chap, in some ways not unlike my old
tutor Baxter, with a shrewd, clean-shaven face, grey hair, bushy
eyebrows, and a long and rather hooked nose. He was well dressed, and
when he spoke did so with some show of education. When we had been
sitting side by side for some minutes he turned to me and said,--
"'It is a beautiful picture we have spread before us, is it
"'It is, indeed,' I answered. 'And what a diversity of
"'You may well say that,' he continued. 'It would be an
interesting study, would it not, to make a list of all the craft that
pass in and out of this harbour in a day--to put down the places
where they were built and whence they hail, the characters of their
owners and commanders, and their errands about the world. What a book
it would make, would it not? Look at that man-o'-war in Farm Cove;
think of the money she cost, think of where that money came from--
the rich people who paid without thinking, the poor who dreaded the
coming of the tax collector like a visit from the Evil One; imagine
the busy dockyard in which she was built--can't you seem to hear the
clang of the riveters and the buzzing of the steam saws? Then take
that Norwegian boat passing the fort there; think of her birthplace
in far Norway, think of the places she has since seen, imagine her
masts growing in the forests on the mountainside of lonely fjords,
where the silence is so intense that a stone rolling down and
dropping into the water echoes like thunder. Then again, look at that
emigrant vessel steaming slowly up the harbour; think of the folk
aboard her, every one with his hopes and fears, confident of a
successful future in this terra incognita, or despondent of that and
everything else. Away to the left there you see a little island
schooner making her way down towards the blue Pacific; imagine her in
a few weeks among the islands--tropical heavens dropped down into
sunlit waters--buying such produce as perhaps you have never heard
of. Yes, it is a wonderful picture--a very wonderful picture?'
"'You seem to have studied it very carefully,' I said, after a
"'Perhaps I have,' he answered. 'I am deeply interested in the
life of the sea--few more so. Are you a stranger in New South
"'Quite a stranger,' I replied. 'I only arrived in Australia a few
"'Indeed! Then you have to make the acquaintance of many
entrancing beauties yet. Forgive my impertinence, but if you are on a
tour, let me recommend you to see the islands before you return to
"'The South-Sea Islands, I presume you mean?' I said.
"'Yes; the bewitching islands of the Southern Seas! The most
entrancingly beautiful spots on God's beautiful earth! See them
before you go. They will amply repay any trouble it may cost you to
"'I should like to see them very much,' I answered, feeling my
enthusiasm rising at his words.
"'Perhaps you are interested in them already,' he continued.
"'Very much indeed,' I replied.
"'Then, in that case, I may not be considered presumptuous if I
offer to assist you. I am an old South-Sea merchant myself, and I
have amassed a large collection of beautiful objects from the
islands. If you would allow me the pleasure I should be delighted to
show them to you.'
"'I should like to see them very much indeed,' I answered,
thinking it extremely civil of him to make the offer.
"'If you have time we might perhaps go and overhaul them now. My
house is but a short distance from the Domain, and my carriage is
waiting at the gates.'
"'I shall be delighted,' I said, thinking there could be no
possible harm in my accepting his courteous invitation.
"'But before we go, may I be allowed to introduce myself,' the old
gentleman said, taking a card-case from his pocket and withdrawing a
card. This he handed to me, and on it I read--
"'Mr Mathew Draper.
"'I am afraid I have no card to offer you in return,' I said; 'but I
am the Marquis of Beckenham.'
"'Indeed! Then I am doubly honoured,' the old gentleman said with
a low bow. 'Now shall we wend our way up towards my carriage?'
"We did so, chatting as we went. At the gates a neat brougham was
waiting for us, and in it we took our places.
"'Home,' cried my host, and forthwith we set off down the street.
Up one thoroughfare and down another we passed, until I lost all
count of our direction. Throughout the drive my companion talked away
in his best style; commented on the architecture of the houses, had
many queer stories to tell of the passers-by, and in many other ways
kept my attention engaged till the carriage came to a standstill
before a small but pretty villa in a quiet street.
"Mr Draper immediately alighted, and when I had done so,
dismissed his coachman, who drove away as we passed through the
little garden and approached the dwelling. The front door was opened
by a dignified man-servant, and we entered. The hall, which was a
spacious one for so small a dwelling, was filled with curios and
weapons, but I had small time for observing them, as my host led me
towards a room at the back. As we entered it he said, 'I make you
welcome to my house, my lord. I hope, now that you have taken the
trouble to come, I shall be able to show you something that will
repay your visit.' Thereupon, bidding me seat myself for a few
moments, he excused himself and left the room. When he returned he
began to do the honours of the apartment. First we examined a rack of
Australian spears, nulla-nullas, and boomerangs, then another
containing New Zealand hatchets and clubs. After this we crossed to a
sort of alcove where reposed in cases a great number of curios
collected from the further islands of the Pacific. I was about to
take up one of these when the door on the other side of the room
opened and someone entered. At first I did not look round, but
hearing the newcomer approaching me I turned, to find myself, to my
horrified surprise, face to face with no less a person than Dr
Nikola. He was dressed entirely in black, his coat was buttoned and
displayed all the symmetry of his peculiar figure, while his hair
seemed blacker and his complexion even paler than before. He had
evidently been prepared for my visit, for he held out his hand and
greeted me without a sign of astonishment upon his face.
"'This is indeed a pleasure, my lord,' he said, still with his
hand outstretched, looking hard at me with his peculiar cat-like
eyes. 'I did not expect to see you again so soon. And you are
evidently a little surprised at meeting me.'
"'I am more than surprised,' I answered bitterly, seeing how
easily I had been entrapped. 'I am horribly mortified and angry. Mr
Draper, you had an easy victim.'
"Mr Draper said nothing, but Dr Nikola dropped into a chair and
spoke for him.
"'You must not blame my old friend Draper,' he said suavely. 'We
have been wondering for the last twenty-four hours how we might best
get hold of you, and the means we have employed so successfully
seemed the only possible way. Have no fear, my lord, you shall not be
hurt. In less than twenty-four hours you will enjoy the society of
your energetic friend Mr Hatteras again.'
"'What is your reason for abducting me like this?' I asked. 'You
are foolish to do so, for Mr Hatteras will leave no stone unturned to
"'I do not doubt that at all,' said Dr Nikola quietly; 'but I
think Mr Hatteras will find he will have all his work cut out for him
"'If you imagine that your plans are not known in Sydney you are
mistaken,' I cried. 'The farce you are playing at Government House is
detected, and Mr Hatteras, directly he finds I am lost, will go to
Lord Amberley and reveal everything.'
"'I have not the slightest objection,' returned Dr Nikola quietly.
'By the time Mr Hatteras can take those steps--indeed, by the time he
discovers your absence at all, we shall be beyond the reach of his
"I could not follow his meaning, of course, but while he had been
speaking I had been looking stealthily round me for a means of
escape. The only way out of the room was, of course, by the door, but
both Nikola and his ally were between me and that. Then a big stone
hatchet hanging on the wall near me caught my eye. Hardly had I seen
it before an idea flashed through my brain. Supposing I seized it and
fought my way out. The door of the room stood open, and I noticed
with delight that the key was in the lock on the outside. One rush,
armed with the big hatchet, would take me into the passage; then
before my foes could recover their wits I might be able to turn the
key, and, having locked them in, make my escape from the house before
I could be stopped.
"Without another thought I made up my mind, sprang to the wall,
wrenched down the hatchet, and prepared for my rush. But by the time
I had done it both Nikola and Draper were on their feet.
"'Out of my way!' I cried, raising my awful weapon aloft. 'Stop me
at your peril!'
"With my hatchet in the air I looked at Nikola. He was standing
rigidly erect, with one arm outstretched, the hand pointing at me.
His eyes glared like living coals, and when he spoke his voice came
from between his teeth like a serpent's hiss.
"'Put down that axe!' he said.
"With that the old horrible fear of him which had seized me on
board ship came over me again. His eyes fascinated me so that I could
not look away from them. I put down the hatchet without another
thought. Still he gazed at me in the same hideous fashion.
"'Sit down in that chair,' he said quietly. 'You cannot disobey
me.' And indeed I could not. My heart was throbbing painfully, and an
awful dizziness was creeping over me. Still I could not get away from
those terrible eyes. They seemed to be growing larger and fiercer
every moment. Oh! I can feel the horror of them even now. As I gazed
his white right hand was moving to and fro before me with regular
sweeps, and with each one I felt my own will growing weaker and
weaker. That I was being mesmerised, I had no doubt, but if I had
been going to be murdered I could not have moved a finger to save
"Then there came a sudden but imperative knock at the door, and
both Nikola and Draper rose. Next moment the man whom we had noticed
in the train as we came up from Melbourne, and against whom you, Mr
Hatteras, had warned me in Sydney, entered the room. He crossed and
stood respectfully before Nikola.
"'Well, Mr Eastover, what news?' asked the latter. 'Have you done
what I told you?'
"'Everything,' the man answered, taking an envelope from his
pocket. 'Here is the letter you wanted.'
"Nikola took it from his subordinate's hand, broke the seal, and
having withdrawn the contents, read it carefully. All this time,
seeing resistance was quite useless, I did not move. I felt too sick
and giddy for anything. When he had finished his correspondence
Nikola said something in an undertone to Draper, who immediately left
the room. During the time he was absent none of us spoke. Presently
he returned, bringing with him a wine glass filled with water, which
he presented to Nikola.
"'Thank you,' said that gentleman, feeling in his waistcoat
pocket. Presently he found what he wanted and produced what looked
like a small silver scent-bottle. Unscrewing the top, he poured from
it into the wine glass a few drops of some dark-coloured liquid.
Having done this he smelt it carefully and then handed it to me.
"'I must ask you to drink this, my lord,' he said. 'You need have
no fear of the result: it is perfectly harmless.'
"Did ever man hear such a cool proposition? Very naturally I
declined to do as he wished.
"'You must drink it!' he reiterated. 'Pray do so at once. I have
no time to waste bandying words with you.'
"'I will not drink it!' I cried, rising to my feet, and prepared
to make a fight for it if need should be.
"Once more those eyes grew terrible, and once more that hand
began to make the passes before my face. Again I felt the dizziness
stealing over me. His will was growing every moment too strong for
me. I could not resist him. So when he once more said, 'Drink!' I
took the glass and did as I was ordered. After that I remember seeing
Nikola, Draper, and the man they called Eastover engaged in earnest
conversation on the other side of the room. I remember Nikola
crossing to where I sat and gazing steadfastly into my face, and
after that I recollect no more until I came to my senses in this
room, to find myself bound and gagged. For what seemed like hours I
lay in agony, then I heard footsteps in the verandah, and next moment
the sound of voices. I tried to call for help, but could utter no
words. I thought you would go away without discovering me, but
fortunately for me you did not do so. Now, Mr Hatteras, I have told
you everything; you know my story from the time you left me up to the
For some time after the Marquis had concluded his strange story
both the Inspector and I sat in deep thought. That Beckenham had been
kidnapped in order that he should be out of the way while the
villainous plot for abducting Phyllis was being enacted there could
be no doubt. But why had he been chosen? and what clues were we to
gather from what he had told us? I turned to the Inspector and
"What do you think will be the best course for us to pursue
"I have been wondering myself. I think, as there is nothing to be
learned from this house, the better plan would be for you two
gentleman to go back to Mr Wetherell, while I return to the detective
office and see if anything has been discovered by the men there. As
soon as I have found out I will join you at Potts Point. What do you
I agreed that it would be the best course; so, taking the Marquis
by the arms (for he was still too weak to walk alone), we left the
house and were about to step into the street when I stopped, and
asking them to wait for me ran back into the room again. In the
corner, just as it had been thrown down, lay the rope with which
Beckenham had been bound and the pad which had been fitted over his
mouth. I picked both up and carried them into the verandah.
"Come here, Mr Inspector," I cried. "I thought I should learn
something from this. Take a look at this rope and this pad, and tell
me what you make of them."
He took each up in turn and looked them over and over. But he only
shook his head.
"I don't see anything to guide us," he said as he laid them down
"Don't you?" I cried. "Why, they tell me more than I have learnt
from anything else I've seen. Look at the two ends of this.' (Here I
took up the rope and showed it to him.) 'They're seized!"
I looked triumphantly at him, but he only stared at me in
surprise, and said, "What do you mean by 'seized?'"
"Why, I mean that the ends are bound up in this way--look for
yourself. Now not one landsman in a hundred seizes a rope's end. This
line was taken from some ship in the harbour, and--By Jove! here's
"What now?" he cried, being by this time almost as excited as I
"Why, look here," I said, holding the middle of the rope up to the
light, so that we could get a better view of it. "Not very many hours
ago this rope was running through a block, and that block was rather
an uncommon one."
"How do you know that it was an uncommon one?"
"Because it has been newly painted, and what's funnier still,
painted green, of all other colours. Look at this streak of paint
along the line; see how it's smudged. Now let's review the case as we
So saying, with the Marquis between us, we set off down the
street, hoping to be able to pick up an early cab.
"First and foremost," I said, "remember old Draper's talk of the
South Seas--remember the collection of curios he possessed. Probably
he owns a schooner, and it's more than probable that this line and
this bit of canvas came from it."
"I see what you're driving at," said the Inspector. "It's worth
considering. Directly I get to the office I will set men to work to
try and find this mysterious gentleman. You would know him again, my
"I should know him anywhere," was Beckenham's immediate reply.
"And have you any idea at all where this house, to which he
conducted you, is located?"
"None at all. I only know that it was about half-way down a street
of which all the houses, save the one at the corner--which was a
grocer's shop--were one-storeyed villas."
"Nothing a little more definite, I suppose?"
"Stay! I remember that there was an empty house with broken
windows almost opposite, and that on either side of the steps leading
up to the front door were two stone eagles with outstretched wings.
The head of one of the eagles--the left, I think--was missing."
The Inspector noted these things in his pocket-book, and just as
he had finished we picked up a cab and called it to the sidewalk.
When we had got in and given the driver Mr Wetherell's address, I
said to the Inspector:
"What are you going to do first?"
"Put some men on to find Mr Draper, and some more to find an
island schooner with her blocks newly painted green."
"You won't be long in letting us know what you discover, will
you?" I said. "Remember how anxious we are."
"You may count on my coming to you at once with any news I may
procure," he answered.
A few moments later we drew up at Mr Wetherell's door. Bidding the
Inspector goodbye we went up the steps and rang the bell. By the time
the cab was out in the street again we were in the house making our
way, behind the butler, to Mr Wetherell's study.
The old gentleman had not gone to bed, but sat just as I had left
him so many hours before. As soon as we were announced he rose to
"Thank God, Mr Hatteras, you have come back!" he said. "I have
been in a perfect fever waiting for you. What have you to
"Not very much, I'm afraid," I answered. "But first let me have
the pleasure of introducing the real Marquis of Beckenham to you,
whom we have had the good fortune to find and rescue."
Mr Wetherell bowed gravely and held out his hand.
"My lord," he said, "I am thankful that you have been discovered.
I look upon it as one step towards the recovery of my poor girl. I
hope now that both you and Mr Hatteras will take up your abode with
me during the remainder of your stay in the colony. You have had a
scurvy welcome to New South Wales. We must see if we can't make up to
you for it. But you look thoroughly worn out; I expect you would like
to go to bed."
He rang the bell, and when his butler appeared, gave him some
instructions about preparing rooms for us.
Ten minutes later the man returned and stated that our rooms were
ready, whereupon Mr Wetherell himself conducted Beckenham to the
apartment assigned to him. When he returned to me, he asked if I
would not like to retire too, but I would not hear of it. I could not
have slept a wink, so great was my anxiety. Seeing this, he seated
himself and listened attentively while I gave him an outline of
Beckenham's story. I had hardly finished before I heard a carriage
roll up to the door. There was a ring at the bell, and presently the
butler, who, like ourselves, had not dreamt of going to bed, though
his master had repeatedly urged him to do so, entered and announced
Wetherell hobbled across to receive him with an anxious face.
"Have you any better tidings for me?" he asked
"Not very much, I'm afraid, sir," the Inspector said, shaking his
head. "The best I have to tell you is that your carriage and horse
have been found in the yard of an empty house off Pitt Street."
"Have you been able to discover any clue as to who put them
"Not one! The horse was found out of the shafts tied to the wall.
There was not a soul about the place."
Wetherell sat down again and covered his face with his hands. At
that instant the telephone bell in the corner of the room rang
sharply. I jumped up and went across to it. Placing the receivers to
my ears, I heard a small voice say, "Is that Mr Wetherell's house,
"Yes," I answered.
"Who is speaking?"
"Mr Hatteras. Mr Wetherell, however, is in the room. Who are
"Detective officer. Will you tell Mr Wetherell that Mr Draper's
house has been discovered?"
I communicated the message to Mr Wetherell, and then the Inspector
joined me at the instrument and spoke.
"Where is the house?" he enquired.
"83, Charlemagne Street--north side."
"Very good. Inspector Murdkin speaking. Let plain clothes men be
stationed at either end of the street, and tell them to be on the
look out for Draper, and to wait for me. I'll start for the house at
"Very good, sir."
He rang off and then turned to me.
"Are you too tired to come with me, Mr Hatteras?" he enquired.
"Of course not," I answered. "Let us go at once."
"God bless you!" said Wetherell. "I hope you may catch the
Bidding him goodbye, we went downstairs again, and jumped into the
cab, which was directed to the street in question.
Though it was a good distance from our starting-point, in less
than half an hour we had pulled up at the corner. As the cab stopped,
a tall man, dressed in blue serge, who had been standing near the
lamp-post, came forward and touched his hat.
"Good-morning, Williams," said the Inspector. "Any sign of our
"Not one, sir. He hasn't come down the street since I've been
"Very good. Now come along and we'll pay the house a visit."
So saying he told the cabman to follow us slowly, and we proceeded
down the street. About half-way along he stopped and pointed to a
house on the opposite side.
"That is the house his lordship mentioned, with the broken
windows, and this is where Mr Draper dwells, if I am not much
mistaken--see the eagles are on either side of the steps, just as
It was exactly as Beckenham had told us, even to the extent of the
headless eagle on the left of the walk. It was a pretty little place,
and evidently still occupied, as a maid was busily engaged cleaning
Pushing open the gate, the Inspector entered the little garden and
accosted the girl.
"Good-morning," he said politely. "Pray, is your master at
"Yes, sir; he's at breakfast just now."
"Well, would you mind telling him that two gentlemen would like to
The girl rose to her feet, and, wiping her hands on her apron, led
the way into the house. We followed close behind her. Then, asking us
to wait a moment where we were, she knocked at a door on the right
and opening it, disappeared within.
"Now," said the Inspector, "our man will probably appear, and we
shall have him nicely."
The Inspector had scarcely spoken before the door opened again,
and a man came out. To our surprise, however, he was very tall and
stout, with a round, jovial face, and a decided air of being
satisfied with himself and the world in general.
"To what do I owe the honour of this visit?" he said, looking at
"I am an Inspector of Police, as you see," answered my companion,
"and we are looking for a man named Draper, who yesterday was in
possession of this house."
"I am afraid you have made some little mistake," returned the
"I am the occupier of this house, and have been for some months
past. No Mr Draper has anything at all to do with it."
The Inspector's face was a study for perfect bewilderment. Nor
could mine have been much behind it. The Marquis had given such a
minute description of the dwelling opposite and the two stone birds
on the steps, that there could be no room for doubt that this was the
house. And yet it was physically impossible that this man could be
Draper; and, if it were the place where Beckenham had been drugged,
why were the weapons, etc., he had described not in the hall?
"I cannot understand it at all," said the Inspector, turning to
me. "This is the house, and yet where are the things with which it
ought to be furnished?"
"You have a description of the furniture, then?" said the owner.
"That is good, for it will enable me to prove to you even more
clearly that you are mistaken. Pray come and see my sitting-rooms for
He led the way into the apartment from which he had been summoned,
and we followed him. It was small and nicely furnished, but not a
South-Sea curio or native weapon was to be seen in it. Then we
followed him to the corresponding room at the back of the house. This
was upholstered in the latest fashion; but again there was no sign of
what Beckenham had led us to expect we should find. We were
"I am afraid we have troubled you without cause," said the
Inspector, as we passed out into the hall again.
"Don't mention it," the owner answered; "I find my compensation in
the knowledge that I am not involved in any police
"By the way," said the Inspector suddenly, "have you any idea who
your neighbours may be?"
"Oh, dear, yes!" the man replied. "On my right I have a frigidly
respectable widow of Low Church tendencies. On my left, the Chief
Teller of the Bank of New Holland. Both very worthy members of
society, and not at all the sort of people to be criminally
"In that case we can only apologize for our intrusion and wish you
"Pray don't apologise. I should have been glad to have assisted
We went down the steps again and out into the street. As we passed
through the gate, the Inspector stopped and examined a mark on the
right hand post. Then he stooped and picked up what looked like a
pebble. Having done so we resumed our walk.
"What on earth can be the meaning of it all?" I asked. "Can his
lordship have made a mistake?"
"No, I think not. We have been cleverly duped, that's all."
"What makes you think so?"
"I didn't think so until we passed through the gate on our way
out. Now I'm certain of it. Come across the street."
I followed him across the road to a small plain-looking house,
with a neatly-curtained bow window and a brass plate on the front
door. From the latter I discovered that the proprietress of the place
was a dressmaker, but I was completely at a loss to understand why we
were visiting her.
As soon as the door was opened the Inspector asked if Miss Tiffins
were at home, and, on being told that she was, enquired if we might
see her. The maid went away to find out, and presently returned and
begged us to follow her. We did so down a small passage towards the
door of the room which contained the bow window.
Miss Tiffins was a lady of uncertain age, with a prim, precise
manner, and corkscrew curls. She seemed at a loss to understand our
errand, but bade us be seated, and then asked in what way she could
be of service to us.
"In the first place, madam," said the Inspector, "let me tell you
that I am an officer of police. A serious crime has been perpetrated,
and I have reason to believe that it may be in your power to give us
a clue to the persons who committed it."
"You frighten me, sir," replied the lady. "I cannot at all see in
what way I can help you. I lead a life of the greatest quietness.
How, therefore, can I know anything of such people?"
"I do not wish to imply that you do know anything of them. I only
want you to carry your memory back as far as yesterday, and to answer
me the few simple questions I may ask you."
"I will answer them to the best of my ability."
"Well, in the first place, may I ask if you remember seeing a
brougham drive up to that house opposite about mid-day
"No, I cannot say that I do," the old lady replied after a
"Do you remember seeing a number of men leave the house during the
"No. If they came out I did not notice them."
"Now, think for one moment, if you please, and tell me what
vehicles, if any, you remember seeing stop there."
"Let me try to remember. There was Judge's baker's cart, about
three, the milk about five, and a furniture van about half-past
"That's just what I want to know. And have you any recollection
whose furniture van it was?"
"Yes. I remember reading the name as it turned round. Goddard
& James, George Street. I wondered if the tenant was going to
The Inspector rose, and I followed his example.
"I am exceedingly obliged to you, Miss Tiffins. You have helped me
"I am glad of that," she answered; "but I trust I shall not be
wanted to give evidence in court. I really could not do it."
"You need have no fear on that score," the Inspector answered.
When we had left the house the Inspector turned to me and said:
"It was a great piece of luck finding a dressmaker opposite. Commend
me to ladies of that profession for knowing what goes on in the
street. Now we will visit Messrs Goddard & James and see who
hired the things. Meantime, Williams" (here he called the
plain-clothes constable to him), "you had better remain here and
watch that house. If the man we saw comes out, follow him, and let me
know where he goes."
"Very good, sir," the constable replied, and we left him to his
Then, hailing a passing cab, we jumped into it and directed the
driver to convey us to George Street. By this time it was getting on
for midday, and we were both worn out. But I was in such a nervous
state that I could not remain inactive. Phyllis had been in Nikola's
hands nearly fourteen hours, and so far we had not obtained one
single definite piece of information as to her whereabouts.
Arriving at the shop of Messrs Goddard & James, we went inside
and asked to see the chief partner. An assistant immediately conveyed
us to an office at the rear of the building, where we found an
elderly gentleman writing at a desk. He looked up as we entered, and
then, seeing the Inspector's uniform, rose and asked our
"The day before yesterday," began my companion, "you supplied a
gentleman with a number of South-Sea weapons and curios on hire did
"I remember doing so--yes," was the old gentleman's answer.
"What about it?"
"Only I should be glad if you would favour me with a description
of the person who called upon you about them--or a glimpse of his
letter, if he wrote."
"He called and saw me personally."
"Ah! That is good. Now would you be so kind as to describe
"Well, in the first place, he was very tall and rather handsome he
had, if I remember rightly, a long brown moustache, and was decidedly
"That doesn't tell us very much, does it? Was he alone?"
"No. He had with him, when he came into the office, an individual
whose face singularly enough remains fixed in my memory--indeed I
cannot get it out of my head."
Instantly I became all excitement.
"What was this second person like?" asked the Inspector.
"Well, I can hardly tell you--that is to say, I can hardly give
you a good enough description of him to make you see him as I saw
him. He was tall and yet very slim, had black hair, a sallow
complexion, and the blackest eyes I ever saw in a man. He was
clean-shaven and exquisitely dressed, and when he spoke, his teeth
glittered like so many pearls. I never saw another man like him in my
"Nikola for a thousand!" I cried, bringing my hand down with a
thump upon the table.
"It looks as if we're on the track at last," said the Inspector.
Then turning to Mr Goddard again: "And may I ask now what excuse
thee made to you for wanting these things!"
"They did not offer any; they simply paid a certain sum down for
the hire of them, gave me their address, and then left."
"And the address was?"
"83, Charlemagne Street. Our van took the things there and fetched
them away last night."
"Thank you. And now one or two other questions. What name did the
"And when they left your shop how did they go away?"
"A cab was waiting at the door for them, and I walked out to it
"There were only two of them, you think?"
"No. There was a third person waiting for them in the cab, and it
was that very circumstance which made me anxious to have my things
brought back as soon as possible. If I had been able to, I should
have even declined to let them go."
"Well, to tell you that would involve a story. But perhaps I had
better tell you. It was in this way. About three years ago, through a
distant relative, I got to know a man named Draper."
"Draper!" I cried. "You don't mean--but there, I beg your pardon.
Pray go on."
"As I say, I got to know this man Draper, who was a South-Sea
trader. We met once or twice, and then grew more intimate. So
friendly did we at last become, that I even went so far as to put
some money into a scheme he proposed to me. It was a total failure.
Draper proved a perfect fraud and a most unbusiness-like person, and
all I got out of the transaction was the cases of curios and weapons
which this man Eastover hired from me. It was because--when I went
out with my customers to their cab--I saw this man Draper waiting for
them that I became uneasy about my things. However, all's well that
ends well, and as they returned my goods and paid the hire I must not
"And now tell me what you know of Draper's present life," the
"Ah! I'm afraid of that I can tell you but little. He has been
twice declared bankrupt, and the last time there was some fuss made
over his schooner, the Merry Duchess."
"He possesses a schooner, then?"
"Oh, yes! A nice boat, She's in harbour now, I fancy."
"Thank you very much, Mr Goddard. I am obliged to you for your
assistance in this matter."
"Don't mention it. I hope that what I have told you may prove of
service to you."
"I'm sure it will. Good-day."
He accompanied us to the door, and then bade us farewell.
"Now what are we to do?" I asked.
"Well, first, I am going back to the office to put a man on to
find this schooner, and then I'm going to take an hour or two's rest.
By that time we shall know enough to be able to lay our hands on Dr
Nikola and his victim, I hope."
"God grant we may!"
"Where are you going now?"
"Back to Potts Point," I answered.
We thereupon bade each other farewell and set off in different
When I reached Mr Wetherell's house I learned from the butler that
his master had fallen asleep in the library. Not wishing to disturb
him, I enquired the whereabouts of my own bedroom, and on being
conducted to it, laid myself down fully dressed upon the bed. So
utterly worn out was I, that my head had no sooner touched the pillow
than I was fast asleep. How long I lay there I do not know, but when
I woke it was to find Mr Wetherell standing beside me, holding a
letter in his hand. He was white as a sheet, and trembling in every
"Read this, Mr Hatteras," he cried. "For Heaven's sake tell me
what we are to do!"
I sat up on the side of the bed and read the letter he handed to
me. It was written in what was evidently a disguised hand, on common
notepaper, and ran as follows:--
"TO MR WETHERELL,
"POTTS POINT, SYDNEY.
"This is to inform you that your daughter is in very safe keeping.
If you wish to find her you had better be quick about it. What's
more, you had better give up consulting the police, and such like, in
the hope of getting hold of her. The only way you can get her will be
to act as follows: At eight o'clock tonight charter a boat and pull
down the harbour as far as Shark Point. When you get there, light
your pipe three times, and someone in a boat near by will do the
same. Be sure to bring with you the sum of one hundred thousand
pounds in gold, and--this is most important--bring with you the
little stick you got from China Pete, or do not come at all. Above
all, do not bring more than one man. If you do not put in an
appearance you will not hear of your daughter again. Yours
"THE MAN WHO KNOWS."
CHAPTER IV. Following Up A Clue
FOR some moments after I had perused the curious epistle Mr
Wetherell had brought to my room I remained wrapped in thought.
"What do you make of it?" my companion asked.
"I don't know what to say," I answered, looking at it again. "One
thing, however, is quite certain, and that is that, despite its
curious wording, it is intended you should take it seriously."
"You think so?"
"I do indeed. But I think when the Inspector arrives it would be
just as well to show it to him. What do you say?"
"I agree with you. Let us defer consideration of it until we see
When, an hour later, the Inspector put in an appearance, the
letter was accordingly placed before him, and his opinion asked
concerning it. He read it through without comment, carefully examined
the writing and signature, and finally held it up to the light.
Having done this he turned to me and said:
"Have you that envelope we found at the Canary Bird, Mr
I took it out of my pocket and handed it to him. He then placed it
on the table side by side with the letter, and through a
magnifying-glass scrutinised both carefully. Having done so, he asked
for the envelope in which it had arrived. Mr Wetherell had thrown it
into the waste-paper basket, but a moment's search brought it to
light. Again he scrutinised both the first envelope and the letter,
and then compared them with the second cover.
"Yes, I thought so," he said. "This letter was written either by
Nikola, or at his desire. The paper is the same as that he purchased
at the stationer's shop we visited."
"And what had we better do now?" queried Wetherell, who had been
eagerly waiting for him to give his opinion.
"We must think," said the Inspector. "In the first place, I
suppose you don't feel inclined to pay the large sum mentioned
"Not if I can help it, of course," answered Wetherell. "But if the
worst comes to the worst, and I cannot rescue my poor girl any other
way, I would sacrifice even more than that."
"Well, we'll see if we can find her without compelling you to pay
anything at all," the Inspector cried. "I've got an idea in my
"And what is that?" I cried; for I, too, had been thinking out a
"Well, first and foremost," he answered, "I want you, Mr
Wetherell, to tell me all you can about your servants. Let us begin
with the butler. How long has he been with you?"
"Nearly twenty years."
"A good servant, I presume, and a trustworthy man?"
"To the last degree. I have implicit confidence in him."
"Then we may dismiss him from our minds. I think I saw a footman
in the hall. How long has he been with you?"
"Just about three months."
"And what sort of a fellow is he?"
"I really could not tell you very much about him. He seems
intelligent, quick and willing, and up to his work."
"Is your cook a man or a woman?"
"A woman. She has been with me since before my wife's death-- that
is to say, nearly ten years. You need have no suspicion of her."
"Two. Both have been with me some time, and seem steady
respectable girls. There is also a kitchen-maid; but she has been
with me nearly as long as my cook, and I would stake my reputation on
"Well, in that case, the only person who seems at all suspicious
is the footman. May we have him up?"
"With pleasure. I'll ring for him."
Mr Wetherell rang the bell, and a moment later it was answered by
the man himself.
"Come in, James, and shut the door behind you," his master said
The man did as he was ordered, but not without looking, as I thought,
a little uncomfortable. The Inspector I could see had noticed this
too, for he had been watching him intently ever since he had appeared
in the room.
"James," said Mr Wetherell, "the Inspector of Police wishes to ask
you a few questions. Answer him to the best of your ability."
"To begin with," said the Inspector, "I want you to look at this
envelope. Have you seen it before?"
He handed him the envelope of the anonymous letter addressed to Mr
Wetherell. The man took it and turned it over in his hands.
"Yes, sir," he said, "I have seen it before; I took it in at the
"From a little old woman, sir," the man answered.
"A little old woman!" cried the Inspector, evidently
"What sort of woman?"
"Well, sir, I don't know that I can give you much of a description
of her. She was very small, had a sort of nut-cracker face, a little
black poke bonnet, and walked with a stick."
"Should you know her again if you saw her?"
"Oh yes, sir."
Did she say anything when she gave you the letter?"
"Only, 'For Mr Wetherell, young man.' That was all, sir."
"And you didn't ask if there was an answer? That was rather a
singular omission on your part, was it not?"
"She didn't give me time, sir. She just put it into my hand and
went down the steps again."
"That will do. Now, Mr Wetherell, I think we'd better see about
getting that money from the bank. You need not wait, my man."
The footman thereupon left the room, while both Mr Wetherell and I
stared at the Inspector in complete astonishment. He laughed.
"You are wondering why I said that," he remarked at last.
"I must confess it struck me as curious," answered Wetherell.
"Well, let me tell you I did it with a purpose. Did you notice that
young man's face when he entered the room and when I gave him the
letter? There can be no doubt about it, he is in the secret."
"You mean that he is in Nikola's employ? Then why don't you arrest
"Because I want to be quite certain first. I said that about the
money because, if he is Nikola's agent, he will carry the information
to him, and by so doing keep your daughter in Sydney for at least a
day longer. Do you see?"
"I do, and I admire your diplomacy. Now what is your plan?"
"May I first tell mine?" I said.
"Do," said the Inspector, "for mine is not quite matured yet."
"Well," I said, "my idea is this. I propose that Mr Wetherell
shall obtain from his bank a number of gold bags, fill them with lead
discs to represent coin, and let it leak out before this man that he
has got the money in the house. Then tonight Mr Wetherell will set
off for the waterside. I will row him down the harbour disguised as a
boat-man. We will pick up the boat, as arranged in that letter. In
the meantime you must start from the other side in a police boat,
pull up to meet us, and arrest the man. Then we will force him to
disclose Miss Wetherell's whereabouts, and act upon his information.
What do you say?"
"It certainly sounds feasible," said the Inspector, and Mr
Wetherell nodded his head approvingly. At that moment the Marquis
entered the room, looking much better than when we had found him on
the preceding night, and the conversation branched off into a
My plot seemed to commend itself so much to Mr Wetherell's
judgement, that he ordered his carriage and drove off there and then
to his bank, while I went down to the harbour, arranged about a boat
and having done so, proceeded up to the town, where I purchased a
false beard, an old dungaree suit, such as a man loafing about the
harbour might wear, and a slouch hat of villainous appearance. By the
time I got back to the house Mr Wetherell had returned. With great
delight he conducted me to his study, and, opening his safe, showed
me a number of canvas bags, on each of which was printed
"But surely there are not £100,000 there?"
"No," said the old gentleman with a chuckle. "There is the
counterfeit of £50,000 there; for the rest I propose to show
So saying, he dived his hand into a drawer and produced a sheaf of
"There--these are notes for the balance of the amount."
"But you surely are not going to pay? I thought we were going to
try to catch the rascals without letting any money change hands."
"So we are; do not be afraid. If you will only glance at these
notes you will see that they are dummies, every one of them. They are
for me to exhibit to the man in the boat; in the dark they'll pass
muster, never fear."
"Very good indeed," I said with a laugh. "By the time they can be
properly examined we shall have the police at hand ready to capture
"I believe we shall," the old gentleman cried, rubbing his hands
together in his delight--"I believe we shall. And a nice example
we'll make of the rascals. Nikola thinks he can beat me, I'll show
him how mistaken he is!"
And for some time the old gentleman continued in this strain,
confidently believing that he would have his daughter with him again
by the time morning came. Nor was I far behind him in confidence.
Since Nikola had not spirited her out of the country my plot seemed
the one of all others to enable us to regain possession of her, and
not only that, but we hoped it would give us an opportunity of
punishing those who had so schemed against her. Suddenly an idea was
born in my brain, and instantly I acted on it.
"Mr Wetherell," I said, "supposing, when your daughter is safe
with you again, I presume so far as once more to offer myself for
your son-in-law, what will you say?"
"What will I say?" he cried. "Why, I will tell you that you shall
have her, my boy, with ten thousand blessings on your head. I know
you now; and since I've treated you so badly, and you've taken such a
noble revenge, why, I'll make it up to you, or my name's not
Wetherell. But we won't talk any more about that till we have got
possession of her; we have other and more important things to think
of. What time ought we to start tonight?"
"The letter fixes the meeting for ten o'clock; we had better be in
the boat by half-past nine. In the meantime I should advise you to
take a little rest. By the way, do you think your footman realizes
that you have the money?"
"He ought to, for he carried it up to this room for me; and,
what's more, he has applied for a holiday this afternoon."
"That's to carry the information. Very good; everything is working
excellently. Now I'm off to rest for a little while."
"I'll follow your example. In the meantime I'll give orders for an
We dined at seven o'clock sharp, and at half-past eight I went off
to my room to don my disguise; then, bidding the Marquis goodbye--
much to the young gentleman's disgust, for he was most anxious to
accompany us--I slipped quietly out of my window, crossed the
garden--I hoped unobserved--and then went down to the harbour side,
where the boat I had chartered was waiting for me. A quarter of an
hour later Wetherell's carriage drove up, and on seeing it I went
across and opened the door. My disguise was so perfect that for a
moment the old gentleman seemed undecided whether to trust me or not.
But my voice, when I spoke, reassured him, and then we set to work
carrying the bags of spurious money down to the boat. As soon as this
was accomplished we stepped in. I seated myself amidships and got out
the oars, Mr Wetherell taking the yoke-lines in the stern. Then we
shoved off, and made our way out into the harbour.
It was a dull, cloudy night, with hardly a sign of a star in the
whole length and breadth of heaven, while every few minutes a cold,
cheerless wind swept across the water. So chilly indeed was it that
before we had gone very far I began to wish I had added an overcoat
to my other disguises. We hardly spoke, but pulled slowly down
towards the island mentioned in the letter. The strain on our nerves
was intense and I must confess to feeling decidedly nervous as I
wondered what would happen if the police boat did not pull up to meet
us, as we had that morning arranged.
A quarter to ten chimed from some church ashore as we approached
within a hundred yards of our destination. Then I rested on my oars
and waited. All round us were the lights of bigger craft, but no
rowing-boat could I see. About five minutes before the hour I
whispered to Wetherell to make ready, and in answer the old gentleman
took a matchbox from his pocket. Exactly as the town clocks struck
the hour he lit a vesta; it flared a little and then went out. As it
did so a boat shot out of the darkness to port. He struck a second,
and then a third. As the last one burned up and then died away, the
man rowing the boat I have just referred to struck a light, then
another, then another, in rapid succession. Having finished his
display, he took up his oars and propelled his boat towards us. When
he was within talking distance he said in a gruff voice:
"Is Mr Wetherell aboard?"
To this my companion immediately answered, not however without a
tremble in his voice, "Yes, here I am!"
"Money all right?"
"Can you see if I hold it up?" asked Mr Wetherell. As he spoke a
long black boat came into view on the other side of our questioner,
and pulled slowly towards him. It was the police boat.
"No, I don't want to see," said the voice again. "But this is the
message I was to give you. Pull in towards Circular Quay and find the
Maid of the Mist barque. Go aboard her, and take your money down into
the cuddy. There you'll get your answer."
"Nothing more?" cried Mr Wetherell.
"That's all I was told," answered the man, and then said, "Good-night."
At the same moment the police boat pulled up alongside him and
made fast. I saw a dark figure enter his boat, and next moment the
glare of a lantern fell upon the man's face. I picked up my oars and
pulled over to them, getting there just in time to hear the Inspector
ask the man his name.
"James Burbidge," was the reply. "I don't know as how you've got
anything against me. I'm a licensed waterman, I am."
"Very likely," said the Inspector; "but I want a little
explanation from you. How do you come to be mixed up in this
"What--about this 'ere message, d'you mean?"
"Yes, about this message. Where is it from? Who gave it to
"Well, if you'll let me go, I'll tell you all about it," growled
the man. "I was up at the Hen and Chickens this evenin', just afore
dark, takin' a nobbler along with a friend. Presently in comes a cove
in a cloak. He beckons me outside and says, 'Do you want to earn a
sufring?'--a sufring is twenty bob. So I says, 'My word, I do!' Then
he says, 'Well, you go out on the harbour tonight, and be down agin
Shark point at ten?' I said I would, and so I was. 'You'll see a boat
there with an old gent in it,' says he. 'He'll strike three matches,
and you do the same. Then ask him if he's Mr Wetherell. If he says
'Yes', ask him if the money's all right? And if he says 'Yes' to
that, tell him to pull in towards Circular Quay and find the Maid of
the Mist barque. He's to take his money down to the cuddy, and he'll
get his answer there.' That's the truth, so 'elp me bob! I don't know
what you wants to go arrestin' of an honest man for."
The Inspector turned to the water police.
"Does any man here know James Burbidge?"
Two or three voices immediately answered in the affirmative, and
this seemed to decide the officer, for he turned to the waterman
again and said, "As some of my men seem to know you, I'll let you
off. But for your own sake go home and keep a silent tongue in your
head." He thereupon clambered back into his own boat and bade the man
depart. In less time than it takes to tell he was out of sight. We
then drew up alongside the police boat.
"What had we better do, Mr Inspector?" asked Mr Wetherell.
"Find the Maid of the Mist at once. She's an untenanted ship,
being for sale. You will go aboard, sir, with your companion, and
down to the cuddy. Don't take your money, however. We'll draw up
alongside as soon as you're below, and when one of their gang, whom
you'll dispatch for it, comes up to get the coin, we'll collar him,
and then come to your assistance. Do you understand?"
"Perfectly. But how are we to know the vessel?"
"Well, the better plan would be for you to follow us. We'll pull
to within a hundred yards of her. I learn from one of my men here
that she's painted white, so you'll have no difficulty in recognising
"Very well, then, go on, and we'll follow you."
The police boat accordingly set off, and we followed about fifty
yards behind her. A thick drizzle was now falling, and it was by no
means an easy matter to keep her in sight. For some time we pulled
on. Presently we began to get closer to her. In a quarter of an hour
we were alongside.
"There's your craft," said the Inspector, pointing as he spoke to
a big vessel showing dimly through the scud to starboard of us. "Pull
over to her."
I followed his instructions, and, arriving at the vessel's side,
hitched on, made the painter fast, and then, having clambered aboard,
assisted Mr Wetherell to do the same. As soon as we had both gained
the deck we stood and looked about us, at the same time listening for
any sound which might proclaim the presence of the men we had come to
meet; but save the sighing of the wind in the shrouds overhead, the
dismal creaking of blocks, and the drip of moisture upon the deck, no
sign was to be heard. There was nothing for it, therefore, but to
make our way below as best we could. Fortunately I had had the
forethought to bring with me a small piece of candle, which came in
very handily at the present juncture, seeing that the cuddy, when we
reached the companion ladder, was wrapt in total darkness. Very
carefully I stepped inside, lit the candle, and then, with Mr
Wetherell at my heels, made my way down the steps.
Arriving at the bottom we found ourselves in a fair-sized saloon
of the old-fashioned type. Three cabins stood on either side, while
from the bottom of the companion ladder, by which we had descended,
to a long cushioned locker right aft under the wheel, ran a table
covered with American cloth. But there was no man of any kind to be
seen. I opened cabin after cabin, and searched each with a like
result. We were evidently quite alone in the ship.
"What do you make of it all?" I asked of Mr Wetherell.
"It looks extremely suspicious," he answered. "Perhaps we're too
early for them. But see, Mr Hatteras, there's something on the table
at the further end."
So there was--something that looked very much like a letter.
Together we went round to the end of the table, and there, surely
enough, found a letter pinned to the American cloth, and addressed to
my companion in a bold but rather quaint handwriting.
"It's for you, Mr Wetherell," I said, removing the pins and
presenting it to him. Thereupon we sat down beside the table, and he
broke the seal with trembling fingers. It was not a very long
epistle, and ran as follows:
"MY DEAR MR WETHERELL,
"Bags of imitation money and spurious banknotes will not avail
you, nor is it politic to arrange that the water police should meet
you on the harbour for the purpose of arresting me. You have lost
your opportunity, and your daughter accordingly leaves Australia
tonight. I will, however, give you one more chance--take care that
you make the most of it. The sum I now ask is £150,000, with
the stick given you by China Pete, and must be paid without enquiry
of any sort. If you are agreeable to this, advertise as follows, 'I
will Pay--W., and give stick!' in the agony column Sydney Morning
Herald, on the 18th, 19th, and 20th of this present month. Further
arrangements will then be made with you.
"THE MAN WHO KNOWS."
"Oh, my God, I've ruined all!" cried Mr Wetherell as he put the
letter down on the table; "and, who knows? I may have killed my poor
Seeing his misery, I did my best to comfort him; but it was no
use. He seemed utterly broken down by the failure of our scheme, and,
if the truth must be told, my own heart was quite as heavy. One thing
was very certain, there was a traitor in our camp. Someone had
overheard our plans and carried them elsewhere. Could it be the
footman? If so, he should have it made hot for him when I got
sufficient proof against him; I could promise him that most
certainly. While I was thinking over this, I heard a footstep on the
companion stairs, and a moment later the Inspector made his
appearance. His astonishment at finding us alone, reading a letter by
the light of one solitary candle, was unmistakable, for he said, as
he came towards us and sat down,
"Why, how's this? Where are the men?"
"There are none. We've been nicely sold," I answered, handing him
the letter. He perused it without further remark, and when he had
done so, sat drumming with his fingers upon the table in thought.
"We shall have to look in your own house for the person who has
given us away, Mr Wetherell!" he said at last. "The folk who are
running this affair are as cute as men are made nowadays; it's a
pleasure to measure swords with them."
"What do you think our next move had better be?"
"Get home as fast as we can. I'll return with you, and we'll talk
it over there. It's no use our remaining here."
We accordingly went on deck, and descended to our wherry
This time the Inspector accompanied us, while the police boat set
off down the harbour on other business. When we had seen it pull out
into the darkness, we threw the imitation money overboard, pushed off
for the shore, landed where we had first embarked, and then walked up
to Mr Wetherell's house. It was considerably after two o'clock by the
time we reached it, but the butler was still sitting up for us. His
disappointment seemed as keen as ours when he discovered that we had
returned without his young mistress. He followed us up to the study
with spirits and glasses, and then at his master's instruction went
off to bed.
"Now, gentlemen," began Mr Wetherell, when the door had closed
upon him, "let us discuss the matter thoroughly. But before we begin,
may I offer you cigars."
The Inspector took one, but I declined, stating that I preferred a
pipe. But my pipe was in my bedroom, which was on the other side of
the passage; so asking them to wait for me, I went to fetch it. I
left the room, shutting the door behind me. But it so happened that
the pipe-case had been moved, and it was some minutes before I could
find it. Having done so, however, I blew out my candle, and was about
to leave the room, which was exactly opposite the study, when I heard
the green baize door at the end of the passage open, and a light
footstep come along the corridor. Instantly I stood perfectly still,
and waited to see who it might be. Closer and closer the step came,
till I saw in the half dark the pretty figure of one of the parlour
maids. On tiptoe she crept up to the study door, and then stooping
down, listened at the keyhole. Instantly I was on the alert, every
nerve strained to watch her. For nearly five minutes she stood there,
and then with a glance round, tiptoed quietly along the passage
again, closing the baize door after her.
When she was safely out of hearing I crossed to the study. Both
the Inspector and Mr Wetherell saw that something had happened, and
were going to question me. But I held up my hand.
"Don't ask any questions, but tell me as quickly, and as nearly as
you can, what you have been talking about during the last five
minutes," I said.
"Don't stop to ask questions. Believe in the importance of my
haste. What was it?"
"I have only been giving Mr Wetherell a notion of the steps I
propose to take," said the Inspector.
"Thank you. Now I'm off. Don't sit up for me, Mr Wetherell; I'm
going to follow up a clue that may put us on the right scent at last.
I don't think you had better come, Mr Inspector, but I'll meet you
here again at six o'clock."
"You can't explain, I suppose?" said the latter, looking a little
"I'm afraid not," I answered; "but I'll tell you this much--I saw
one of the female servants listening at this door just now. She'll be
off, if I mistake not, with the news she has picked up, and I want to
watch her. Good-night."
"Good-night, and good luck to you."
Without another word I slipped off my boots, and carrying them in
my hand, left the room, and went downstairs to the morning-room. This
apartment looked out over the garden, and possessed a window shaded
by a big tree. Opening it, I jumped out and carefully closed it after
me. Then, pausing for a moment to resume my boots, I crept quietly
down the path, jumped a low wall, and so passed into the back street.
About fifty yards from the tradesmen's entrance, but on the opposite
side of the road, there was a big Moreton Bay fig-tree. Under this I
took my stand, and turned a watchful eye upon the house. Fortunately
it was a dark night, so that it would have been extremely difficult
for any one across the way to have detected my presence.
For some minutes I waited, and was beginning to wonder if I could
have been deceived, when I heard the soft click of a latch, and next
moment a small dark figure passed out into the street, and closed the
gate after it. Then, pausing a moment as if to make up her mind, for
the mysterious person was a woman, she set off quickly in the
direction of the city. I followed about a hundred yards behind
With the exception of one policeman, who stared very hard at me,
we did not meet a soul. Once or twice I nearly lost her, and when we
reached the city itself I began to see that it would be well for me
to decrease the difference that separated us, if I did not wish to
bid goodbye to her altogether. I accordingly hastened my steps, and
in this fashion we passed up one street and down another, until we
reached what I cannot help thinking must have been the lowest quarter
of Sydney. On either hand were Chinese names and sign-boards, marine
stores, slop shops, with pawnbrokers and public-houses galore; while
in this locality few of the inhabitants seemed to have any idea of
what bed meant. Groups of sullen-looking men and women were clustered
at the corners, and on one occasion the person I was pursuing was
stopped by them. But she evidently knew how to take care of herself,
for she was soon marching on her way again.
At the end of one long and filthily dirty street she paused and
looked about her. I had crossed the road just before this, and was
scarcely ten yards behind her. Pulling my hat well down to shade his
face, and sticking my hands in my pockets, I staggered and reeled
along, doing my best to imitate the gait of a drunken man. Seeing
only me about, she went up to the window of a corner house and tapped
with her knuckles thrice upon the glass. Before one could have
counted twenty the door of the dwelling was opened, and she passed
in. Now I was in a nasty fix--either I must be content to abandon my
errand, or I must get inside the building, and trust to luck to
procure the information I wanted. Fortunately, in my present disguise
the girl would be hardly likely to recognise her master's guest. So
giving them time to get into a room, I also went up to the door and
turned the handle. To my delight it was unlocked. I opened it, and
entered the house.
The passage was in total darkness; but I could make out where the
door of the room I wanted to find was located by a thin streak of
light low down upon the floor. As softly as I possibly could, I crept
up to it, and bent down to look through the keyhole. The view was
necessarily limited, but I could just make out the girl I had
followed sitting upon a bed; while leaning against the wall, a dirty
clay pipe in her mouth, was the vilest old woman I have ever in my
life set eyes on. She was very small, with a pinched-up nut-cracker
face, dressed in an old bit of tawdry finery, more than three sizes
too large for her. Her hair fell upon her shoulders in a tangled
mass, and from under it her eyes gleamed out like those of a wicked
little Scotch terrier ready to bite. As I bent down to listen I heard
"Well, my pretty dear, and what information have you got for the
gentleman, that brings you down at this time of night?"
"Only that the coppers are going to start at daylight looking for
the Merry Duchess. I heard the Inspector say so himself."
"At daylight, are they?" croaked the old hag. "Well, I wish 'em
joy of their search, I do--them--them! Any more news, my dear?"
"The master and that long-legged slab of a Hatteras went out
tonight down the harbour. The old man brought home a lot of money
bags, but what was in 'em was only dummies."
"I know that, too, my dear. Nicely they was sold. Ha! ha!" She
chuckled like an old fiend, and then began to cut up another pipe of
tobacco in the palm of her hand like a man. She smoked negro head,
and the reek of it came out through the keyhole to me. But the
younger woman was evidently impatient, for she rose and said:--
"When do they sail with the girl, Sally?"
"They're gone, my dear. They went at ten tonight."
At this piece of news my heart began to throb painfully, so much
indeed that I could hardly listen for its beating.
"They weren't long about it," said the younger girl
"That Nikola's not long about anything," remarked the old
"I hope Pipa Lannu will agree with her health--the stuck-up minx
--I do!" the younger remarked spitefully. "Now where's the money he
said I was to have. Give it to me and let me be off. I shall get the
sack if this is found out."
"It was five pound I was to give yer, wasn't it?" the elder woman
said, pushing her hand deep down into her pocket.
"Ten," said the younger sharply. "No larks, Sally. I know too much
"Oh, you know a lot, honey, don't you? Of course you'd be expected
to know more than old Aunt Sally, who's never seen anything at all,
wouldn't you? Go along with you!"
"Hand me over the money I say, and let me be off!"
"Of course you do know a lot more, don't you? There's a pound!"
While they were wrangling over the payment I crept down the passage
again to the front door. Once I had reached it, I opened it softly
and went out, closing it carefully behind me. Then I took to my heels
and ran down the street in the direction I had come. Enquiring my way
here and there from policemen, I eventually reached home, scaled the
wall, and went across the garden to the morning-room window. This I
opened, and by its help made my way into the house and upstairs. As I
had expected that he would have gone to bed, my astonishment was
considerable at meeting Mr Wetherell on the landing.
"Well, what have you discovered?" he asked anxiously as I came up
"Information of the greatest importance," I answered; "but one
other thing first. Call up your housekeeper, and tell her you have
reason to believe that one of the maids is not in the house. Warn her
not to mention you in the matter, but to discharge the girl before
breakfast. By the time you've done that I'll have changed my things
and be ready to tell you everything."
"I'll go and rouse her at once; I'm all impatience to know what
you have discovered."
He left me and passed through the green baize door to the
servants' wing; while I went to my bedroom and changed my things.
This done, I passed into the study, where I found a meal awaiting me.
To this I did ample justice, for my long walk and the excitement of
the evening had given me an unusual appetite.
Just as I was cutting myself a third slice of beef Mr Wetherell
returned, and informed me that the housekeeper was on the alert, and
would receive the girl on her reappearance.
"Now tell me of your doings," said old gentleman.
I thereupon narrated all that had occurred since I left the study
in search of my pipe--how I had seen the girl listening at the door,
how I had followed her into the town; gave him a description of old
Sally, the maid's interview with her, and my subsequent return home.
He listened eagerly, and, when I had finished, said:
"Do you believe then that my poor girl has been carried off by
Nikola to this island called Pipa Lannu?"
"I do; there seems to be no doubt at all about it."
"Well then, what are we to do to rescue her? Shall I ask the
Government to send a gunboat down?"
"If you think it best; but, for my own part, I must own I should
act independently of them. You don't want to make a big sensation, I
presume; and remember, to arrest Nikola would be to open the whole
"Then what do you propose?"
"I propose," I answered, "that we charter a small schooner, fit
her out, select half a dozen trustworthy and silent men, and then
take our departure for Pipa Lannu. I am well acquainted with the
island, and, what's more, I hold a master's certificate. We would
sail in after dark, arm all our party thoroughly, and go ashore. I
expect they will be keeping your daughter a prisoner in a hut. If
that is so, we will surround it and rescue her without any trouble or
fuss, and, what is better still, without any public scandal. What do
"I quite agree with what you say. I think it's an excellent idea;
and, while you've been speaking, I too have been thinking of
something. There's my old friend McMurtough, who has a nice steam
yacht. I'm sure he'd be willing to let us have the use of her for a
"Where does he live?--far from here?"
"His office would be best; we'll go over and see him directly
after breakfast if you like."
"By all means. Now I think I'll go and take a little nap; I feel
quite worn out. When the Inspector arrives you will be able to
explain all that has happened; but I think I should ask him to keep a
quiet tongue in his head about the island. If it leaks out at all, it
may warn them, and they'll be off elsewhere--to a place perhaps where
we may not be able to find them."
"I'll remember," said Mr Wetherell, and thereupon I retired to my
room, and, having partially undressed, threw myself upon my bed. In
less than two minutes I was fast asleep, never waking until the first
gong sounded for breakfast; then, after a good bath, which refreshed
me wonderfully, I dressed in my usual habiliments, and went
downstairs. Mr Wetherell and the Marquis were in the dining-room, and
when I entered both he and the Marquis, who held a copy of the Sydney
Morning Herald in his hand, seemed prodigiously excited.
"I say, Mr Hatteras," said the latter (after I had said
'Good-morning'), "here's an advertisement which is evidently intended
"What is it about?" I asked. "Who wants to advertise for me?"
"Read for yourself," said the Marquis, giving me the paper.
I took it, and glanced down the column to which he referred me
until I came to the following:
Richard Hatteras.--If this should meet the eye of Mr Richard
Hatteras of Thursday Island, Torres Straits, lately returned from
England, and believed to be now in Sydney; he is earnestly requested
to call at the office of Messrs Dawson & Gladman, Solicitors,
Castlereagh Street, where he will hear of something to his
There could be no doubt at all that I was the person referred to;
but what could be the reason of it all? What was there that I could
possibly hear to my advantage, save news of Phyllis, and it would be
most unlikely that I would learn anything about the movements of the
gang who had abducted her from a firm of first-class solicitors such
as I understood Messrs Dawson & Gladman to be. However, it was no
use wondering about it, so I dismissed the matter from my mind for
the present, and took my place at the table. In the middle of the
meal the butler left the room, in response to a ring at the front
door. When he returned, it was to inform me that a man was in the
hall, who wished to have a few moments' conversation with me. Asking
Mr Wetherell to excuse me, I left the room.
In the hall I found a seedy-looking individual of about middle
age. He bowed, and on learning that my name was Hatteras, asked if he
might be permitted five minutes alone with me. In response, I led him
to the morning-room, and having closed the door, pointed to a
"What is your business?" I enquired, when he had sat down.
"It is rather a curious affair to approach, Mr Hatteras," the man
began. "But to commence, may I be permitted to suggest that you are
uneasy in your mind about a person who has disappeared?"
"You may certainly suggest that, if you like," I answered
"If it were in a man's power to furnish a clue regarding that
person's whereabouts, it might be useful to you, I suppose," he
continued, craftily watching me out of the corners of his eyes.
"Very useful," I replied. "Are you in a position to do so?"
"I might possibly be able to afford you some slight assistance,"
he went on. "That is, of course, provided it were made worth my
"What do you call 'worth your while'?"
"Well, shall we say five hundred pounds? That's not a large sum
for really trustworthy information. I ought to ask a thousand,
considering the danger I'm running in mixing myself up with the
affair. Only I'm a father myself, and that's why I do it."
"I see. Well, let me tell you, I consider five hundred too
"Well then I'm afraid we can't trade. I'm sorry."
"So am I. But I'm not going to buy a pig in a poke."
"Shall we say four hundred, then?"
"No. Nor three--two, or one. If your information is worth
anything, I don't mind giving you fifty pounds for it. But I won't
give a halfpenny more."
As I spoke, I rose as if to terminate the interview. Instantly my
visitor adopted a different tone.
"My fault is my generosity," he said. "It's the ruin of me. Well,
you shall have it for fifty. Give me the money, and I'll tell
"By no means," I answered. "I must hear the information first.
Trust to my honour. If what you tell me is worth anything, I'll give
you fifty pounds for it. Now what is it?"
"Well, sir, to begin with, you must understand that I was standing
at the corner of Pitt Street an evening or two back, when two men
passed me talking earnestly together. One of 'em was a tall strapping
fellow, the other a little chap. I never saw two eviller looking
rascals in my life. Just as they came alongside me, one says to the
other, 'Don't be afraid; I'll have the girl at the station all right
at eight o'clock sharp.' The other said something that I could not
catch, and then I lost sight of them. But what I had heard stuck in
my head, and so I accordingly went off to the station, arriving there
a little before the hour. I hadn't been there long before the
smallest of the two chaps I'd seen in the street came on to the
platform, and began looking about him. By the face of him he didn't
seem at all pleased at not finding the other man waiting for him. A
train drew up at the platform, and presently, just before it started,
I saw the other and a young lady wearing a heavy veil come quickly
along. The first man saw them, and gave a little cry of delight. 'I
thought you'd be too late,' says he. 'No fear of that,' says the
other, and jumps into a first-class carriage, telling the girl to get
in after him, which she does, crying the while, as I could see. Then
the chap on the platform says to the other who was leaning out of the
window, 'Write to me from Bourke, and tell me how she gets on.' 'You
bet,' says his friend. 'And don't you forget to keep your eye on
Hatteras.' 'Don't you be afraid,' answered the man on the platform.
Then the guard whistled, and the train went out of the station.
Directly I was able to I got away, and first thing this morning came
on here. Now you have my information, and I'll trouble you for that
"Not so fast, my friend. Your story seems very good, but I want to
ask a few questions first. Had the bigger man--the man who went up to
Bourke, a deep cut over his left eye?"
"Now I come to think of it, he had. I'd forgotten to tell you
"So it was he, then? But are you certain it was Miss Wetherel?
Remember she wore a veil. Could you see if her hair was flaxen in
"Very light it was; but I couldn't see rightly which colour it
"You're sure it was a light colour?"
"Quite sure. I could swear to it in a court of law if you wanted
"That's all right then, because it shows me your story is a
fabrication. Come, get out of this house or I'll throw you out. You
scoundrel for two pins I'd give you such a thrashing as you'd
remember all your life!"
"None o' that, governor. Don't you try it on. Hand us over that
With that the scoundrel whipped out a revolver and pointed it at
me. But before he could threaten again I had got hold of his wrist
with one hand, snatched the pistol with the other, and sent him
sprawling on his back upon the carpet.
"Now, you brute," I cried, "what am I going to do with you, do you
think? Get up and clear out of the house before I take my boot to
He got up and began to brush his clothes.
"I want my fifty pound," he cried.
"You'll get more than you want if you come here again," I said.
"Out you go!"
With that I got him by the collar and dragged him out of the room
across the hall, much to the butler's astonishment, through the front
door, and then kicked him down the steps. He fell in a heap on the
"All right, my fine bloke," he said as he lay there; "you wait
till I get you outside. I'll fix you up, and don't you make no
I went back to the dining-room without paying any attention to his
threats. Both Mr Wetherell and Beckenham had been witnesses of what
had occurred, and now they questioned me concerning his visit. I gave
them an outline of the story the man had told me and convinced them
of its absurdity. Then Mr Wetherell rose to his feet.
"Now shall we go and see McMurtough?"
"Certainly," I said; "I'll be ready as soon as you are."
"You will come with us I hope, Lord Beckenham?" Wetherell
"With every pleasure," answered his lordship, and thereupon we
went off to get ready.
Three-quarters of an hour later we were sitting in Mr McMurtough's
ante-room, waiting for an interview. At the end of ten minutes a
commissionaire came in to inform us that Mr McMurtough was
disengaged, and forthwith conducted us to his room. We found him a
small, grey-haired, pleasant-looking gentleman, full of life and fun.
He received Mr Wetherell as an old friend, and then waited to be
introduced to us.
"Let me make you acquainted with my friends, McMurtough," said
Wetherell--"the Marquis of Beckenham and Mr Hatteras."
He bowed and then shook hands with us, after which we sat down and
Wetherell proceeded to business. The upshot of it all was that he
fell in with our plans as soon as we had uttered them, and expressed
himself delighted to lend his yacht in such a good cause.
"I only wish I could come with you," he said; "but unfortunately
that is quite impossible. However, you are more than welcome to my
boat. I will give you a letter, or send one to the captain, so that
she may be prepared for sea today. Will you see about provisioning
her, or shall I?"
"We will attend to that," said Wetherell. "All the expenses must
of course be mine."
"As you please about that, my old friend," returned
"Where is she lying?" asked Wetherell.
The owner gave us the direction, and then having sincerely thanked
him, we set off in search of her. She was a nice craft of about a
hundred and fifty tons burden, and looked as if she ought to be a
good sea boat. Chartering a wherry, we were pulled off to her. The
captain was below when we arrived, but a hail brought him on deck. Mr
Wetherell then explained our errand, and gave him his owner's letter.
He read it through, and having done so, said:
"I am at your service, gentlemen. From what Mr McMurtough says
here I gather that there is no time to lose, so with your permission
I'll get to work at once."
"Order all the coal you want, and tell the steward to do the same
for anything he may require in his department. The bills must be sent
in to me."
"Very good, Mr Wetherell. And what time will you be ready?"
"As soon as you are. Can you get away by three o'clock this
afternoon, think you?"
"Well, it will be a bit of a scramble, but I think we can manage
it. Anyhow, I'll do my best, you may be sure of that, sir."
"I'm sure you will. There is grave need for it. Now we'll go back
and arrange a few matters ashore. My man shall bring our baggage down
"Very good, sir. I'll have your berths prepared." With that we
descended to the boat again, and were pulled ashore. Arriving there,
Mr Wetherell asked what we should do first.
"Hadn't we better go up to the town and purchase a few rifles and
some ammunition?" I said. "We can have them sent down direct to the
boat, and so save time."
"A very good suggestion. Let us go at once."
We accordingly set off for George Street--to a shop I remembered
having seen. There we purchased half a dozen Winchester repeaters,
with a good supply of ammunition. They were to be sent down to the
yacht without fail that morning. This done, we stood on the pavement
debating what we should do next. Finally it was decided that Mr
Wetherell and Beckenham should go home to pack, while I made one or
two other small purchases, and then join them. Accordingly, bidding
them goodbye, I went on down the street, completed my business, and
was about to hail a cab and follow them, when a thought struck me:
Why should I not visit Messrs Dawson & Gladman, and find out why
they were advertising for me? This I determined to do, and
accordingly set off for Castlereagh Street. Without much hunting
about I discovered their office, and went inside.
In a small room leading off the main passage, three clerks were
seated. To them I addressed myself, asking if I might see the
"Mr Dawson is the only one in town, sir," said the boy to whom I
spoke. "If you'll give me your name, I'll take it in to him."
"My name is Hatteras," I said. "Mr Richard Hatteras."
"Indeed, sir," answered the lad. "If you'll wait, Mr Dawson will
see you in a minute, I'm sure."
On hearing my name the other clerks began whispering together, at
the same time throwing furtive glances in my direction. In less than
two minutes the clerk returned, and begged me to follow him, which I
did. At the end of a long passage we passed through a curtained
doorway, and I stood in the presence of the chief partner, Mr Dawson.
He was a short, podgy man, with white whiskers and a bald head, and
"I have great pleasure in making your acquaintance, Mr Hatteras,"
he said, as I came to an anchor in a chair. "You have noticed our
advertisement, I presume?"
"I saw it this morning," I answered. "And it is on that account I
"One moment before we proceed any further. Forgive what I am about
to say--but you will see yourself that it is a point I am compelled
not to neglect. Can you convince me as to your identity?"
"Very easily," I replied, diving my hand into my breast-pocket and
taking out some papers. "First and foremost, here is my bank-book.
Here is my card-case. And here are two or three letters addressed to
me by London and Sydney firms. The Hon. Sylvester Wetherell Colonial
Secretary, will be glad, I'm sure, to vouch for me. Is that
sufficient to convince you?"
"More than sufficient," he answered, smiling. "Now let me tell you
for what purpose we desired you to call upon us." Here he opened a
drawer and took out a letter.
"First and foremost, you must understand that we are the Sydney
agents of Messrs Atwin, Dobbs & Forsyth, of Furnival's Inn,
London. From them, by the last English mail, we received this letter.
I gather that you are the son of James Dymoke Hatteras, who was
drowned at sea in the year 1880--is that so?"
"Your father was the third son of Sir Edward Hatteras of
Murdlestone, in the county of Hampshire?"
"And the brother of Sir William, who had one daughter Gwendoline
"That is so."
"Well, Mr Hatteras, it is my sad duty to inform you that within a
week of your departure from England your cousin, the young lady just
referred to, was drowned by accident in a pond near her home and that
her father, who had been ailing for some few days, died of heart
disease on hearing the sad tidings. In that case, so my
correspondents inform me, there being no nearer issue, you succeed to
the title and estates--which I also learn are of considerable value,
including the house and park, ten farms, and a large amount of house
property, a rent roll of fifteen thousand a year, and accumulated
capital of nearly a hundred thousand pounds."
"Good gracious! Is this really true?"
"Quite true. You can examine the letter for yourself."
I took it up from the table and read it through, hardly able to
believe my eyes.
"You are indeed a man to be envied, Mr Hatteras," said the lawyer.
"The title is an old one, and I believe the property is considered
one of the best in that part of England."
"It is! But I can hardly believe that it is really mine."
"There is no doubt about that, however. You are a baronet as
certainly as I am a lawyer. I presume you would like us to take
whatever action is necessary in the matter?"
"By all means. This afternoon I am leaving Sydney, for a week or
two, for the Islands. I will sign any papers when I come back."
"I will bear that in mind. And your address in Sydney is--"
"Care of the Honourable Sylvester Wetherell, Potts Point."
"Thank you. And, by the way, my correspondents have desired me on
their behalf to pay in to your account at the Oceania the sum of five
thousand pounds. This I will do today."
"I am obliged to you. Now I think I must be going. To tell the
truth, I hardly know whether I am standing on my head or my
"Oh, you will soon get over that."
"Good-morning, Sir Richard."
With that, I bade him farewell, and went out of the office,
feeling quite dazed by my good fortune. I thought of the poor idiot
whose end had been so tragic, and of the old man as I had last seen
him, shaking his fist at me from the window of the house. And to
think that that lovely home was mine, and that I was a baronet, the
principal representative of a race as old as any in the countryside!
It seemed too wonderful to be true!
Hearty were the congratulations showered upon me at Pott Point,
you may be sure, when I told my tale, and my health was drunk at
lunch with much goodwill. But our minds were too much taken up with
the arrangements for our departure that afternoon to allow us to
think very much of anything else. By two o'clock we were ready to
leave the house, by half-past we were on board the yacht, at three
fifteen the anchor was up, and a few moments later we were ploughing
our way down the harbour.
Our search for Phyllis had reached another stage.
CHAPTER V. The Islands and What We Found
TO those who have had no experience of the South Pacific the
constantly recurring beauties of our voyage would have seemed like a
foretaste of Heaven itself. From Sydney, until the Loyalty Group lay
behind us, we had one long spell of exquisite weather. By night under
the winking stars, and by day in the warm sunlight, our trim little
craft ploughed her way across smooth seas, and our only occupation
was to promenade or loaf about the decks and to speculate as to the
result of the expedition upon which we had embarked.
Having sighted the Isle of Pines we turned our bows almost due
north and headed for the New Hebrides. Every hour our impatience was
growing greater. In less than two days, all being well, we should be
at our destination, and twenty-four hours after that, if our fortune
proved in the ascendant, we ought to be on our way back with Phyllis
in our possession once more. And what this would mean to me I can
only leave you to guess.
One morning, just as the faint outline of the coast of Aneityom
was peering up over the horizon ahead, Wetherell and I chanced to be
sitting in the bows. The sea was as smooth as glass, and the tinkling
of the water round the little vessel's nose as she turned it off in
snowy lines from either bow, was the only sound to be heard. As usual
the conversation, after wandering into other topics, came back to the
subject nearest our hearts. This led us to make a few remarks about
Nikola and his character. There was one thing I had always noticed
when the man came under discussion, and that was the dread Wetherell
had of him. My curiosity had been long excited as to its meaning,
and, having an opportunity now, I could not help asking him for an
"You want to know how it is that I am so frightened of Nikola?" he
asked, knocking the ash off his cigar on the upturned fluke of the
anchor alongside him. "Well, to give you my reason will necessitate
my telling you a story. I don't mind doing that at all, but what I am
afraid of is that you may be inclined to doubt its probability. I
must confess it is certainly more like the plot of a Wilkie Collins
novel than a bit of sober reality. However, if you want to hear it
"I should like to above all things," I replied, making myself
comfortable and taking another cigar from my pocket. "I have been
longing to ask you about it for some time past, but could not quite
screw up my courage."
"Well, in the first place," Mr Wetherell said, "you must
understand that before I became a Minister of the Crown, or indeed a
Member of Parliament at all, I was a barrister with a fairly
remunerative practice. That was before my wife's death and when
Phyllis was at school. Up to the time I am going to tell you about I
had taken part in no very sensational case. But my opportunity for
earning notoriety was, though I did not know it, near at hand. One
day I was briefed to defend a man accused of the murder of a Chinaman
aboard a Sydney vessel on a voyage from Shanghai. At first there
seemed to be no doubt at all as to his guilt, but by a singular
chance, with the details of which I will not bore you, I hit upon a
scheme which got him off. I remember the man perfectly, and a queer
fellow he was, half-witted, I thought, and at the time of the trial
within an ace of dying of consumption. His gratitude was the more
pathetic because he had not the wherewithal to pay me. However, he
made it up to me in another way, and that's where my real story
"One wet night, a couple of months or so after the trial, I was
sitting in my drawing-room listening to my wife's music, when a
servant entered to tell me that a woman wanted to see me. I went out
into the passage to find waiting there a tall buxom lass of about
five-and-twenty years of age. She was poorly dressed, but in a great
state of excitement.
"'Are you Mr Wetherell?' she said; 'the gentleman as defended
China Pete in the trial the other day?'
"'I am,' I answered. 'What can I do for you? I hope China Pete is
not in trouble again?'
"'He's in a worse trouble this time, sir,' said the woman. 'He's
dyin', and he sent me to fetch you to 'im before he goes.'
"'But what does he want me for?' I asked rather suspiciously.
"'I'm sure I dunno,' was the girl's reply. 'But he's been callin'
for you all this blessed day: "Send for Mr Wetherell! send for Mr
Wetherell!" So off I came, when I got back from work, to fetch you.
If you're comin', sir, you'd best be quick, for he won't last till
"'Very well, I'll come with you at once,' I said, taking a
mackintosh down from a peg as I spoke. Then, having told my wife not
to sit up for me, I followed my strange messenger out of the house
and down into the city.
"For nearly an hour we walked on and on, plunging deeper into the
lower quarter of the town. All through the march my guide maintained
a rigid silence, walking a few paces ahead, and only recognising the
fact that I was following her by nodding in a certain direction
whenever we arrived at cross thoroughfares or interlacing lanes.
"At last we arrived at the street she wanted. At the corner she
came suddenly to a standstill, and putting her two first fingers into
her mouth blew a shrill whistle, after the fashion of street boys. A
moment later a shock-headed urchin about ten years old made his
appearance from a dark alley and came towards us. The woman said
something to him, which I did not catch, and then turning sharply to
her left hand beckoned to me to follow her. This I did, but not
without a feeling of wonderment as to what the upshot of it all would
"From the street itself we passed, by way of a villainous alley,
into a large courtyard, where brooded a silence like that of death.
Indeed, a more weird and desolate place I don't remember ever to have
met with. Not a soul was to be seen, and though it was surrounded by
houses, only two feeble lights showed themselves. Towards one of
these my guide made her way, stopping on the threshold. Upon a panel
she rapped with her fingers, and as she did so a window on the first
floor opened, and the same boy we had met in the street looked
"'How many?' enquired the woman, who had brought me, in a loud
"'None now,' replied the boy; 'but there's been a power of
Chinkies hereabouts all the evenin', an' 'arf an hour ago there was a
gent in a cloak.'
"Without waiting to hear any more the woman entered the house and
I followed close on her heels. The adventure was clearly coming to a
"When the door had been closed behind us the boy appeared at the
top of a flight of stairs with a lighted candle. We accordingly
ascended to him, and having done so made our way towards a door at
the end of the abominably dirty landing. At intervals I could hear
the sound of coughing coming from a room at the end. My companion,
however bade me stop, while she went herself into the room, shutting
the door after her. I was left alone with the boy, who immediately
took me under his protection, and for my undivided benefit performed
a series of highly meritorious acrobatic performances upon the feeble
banisters, to his own danger, but apparent satisfaction. Suddenly,
just as he was about to commence what promised to be the most
successful item in his repertoire, he paused, lay flat on his stomach
upon the floor, and craned his head over the side, where once
banisters had been, and gazed into the half dark well below. All was
quiet as the grave. Then, without warning, an almond-eyed, pigtailed
head appeared on the stairs and looked upwards. Before I could say
anything to stop him, the youth had divested himself of his one
slipper, taken it in his right hand, leaned over a bit further, and
struck the ascending Celestial a severe blow on the mouth with the
heel of it. There was the noise of a hasty descent and the banging of
the street door a moment later, then all was still again, and the
youngster turned to me.
"'That was Ah Chong," he said confidentially. "He's the sixth
Chinkie I've landed that way since dark.'
"This important piece of information he closed with a
double-jointed oath of remarkable atrocity, and, having done so,
would have recommenced the performance of acrobatic feats had I not
stopped him by asking the reason of his action. He looked at me with
a grin, and said,--
"'I dunno, but all I cares is that China Pete in there gives me a
sprat (sixpence) for every Chinkie what I keeps out of the 'ouse.
He's a rum one is China Pete; an' can't he cough--my word!'
"I was about to put another question when the door opened and the
girl who had brought me to the house beckoned me into the room. I
entered and she left me alone with the occupant.
"Of all the filthy places I have ever seen--and I have had the
ill-luck to discover a good many in my time--that one eclipsed them
all. The room was at most ten feet long by seven wide, had a window
at the far end, and the door, through which I had entered, opposite
it. The bed-place was stretched between the door and the window, and
was a horrible exhibition. On it, propped up by pillows and evidently
in the last stage of collapse, was the man called China Pete, whom I
had last seen walking out of the dock at the Supreme Court a couple
of months before. When we were alone together he pointed to a box
near the bed and signified that I should seat myself. I did so, at
the same time taking occasion to express my sorrow at finding him in
this lamentable condition. He made no reply to my civilities, but
after a little pause found strength enough to whisper, 'See if
there's anybody at the door.' I went across, opened the door and
looked into the passage, but save the boy, who was now sitting on the
top step of the stairs at the other end, there was not a soul in
sight. I told him this and having again closed the door, sat down on
the box and waited for him to speak.
"'You did me a good turn, Mr Wetherell, over that trial,' the
invalid said at last, 'and I couldn't make it worth your while.'
"'Oh, you mustn't let that worry you,' I answered soothingly. 'You
would have paid me if you had been able.'
"'Perhaps I should, perhaps I shouldn't, anyhow I didn't, and I
want to make it up to you now. Feel under my pillow and bring out
what you find there.'
"I did as he directed me and brought to light a queer little
wooden stick about three and a half inches long, made of some heavy
timber and covered all over with Chinese inscriptions; at one end was
a tiny bit of heavy gold cord much tarnished. I gave it to him and he
looked at it fondly.
"'Do you know the value of this little stick?' he asked after a
"'I have no possible notion,' I replied.
"'Make a guess,' he said.
"To humour him I guessed five pounds. He laughed with scorn.
"'Five pounds! O ye gods! Why, as a bit of stick it's not worth
five pence, but for what it really is there is not money enough in
the world to purchase it. If I could get about again I would make
myself the richest and most powerful man on earth with it. If you
could only guess one particle of the dangers I've been through to get
it you would die of astonishment. And the sarcasm of it all is that
now I've got it I can't make use of it. On six different occasions
the priests of the Llamaserai in Peking have tried to murder me to
get hold of it. I brought it down from the centre of China disguised
as a wandering beggar. That business connected with the murder of the
Chinaman on board the ship, against which you defended me, was on
account of it. And now I lie here dying like a dog, with the key to
over ten millions in my hand. Nikola has tried for five years to
obtain it, without success however. He little dreams I've got it
after all. If he did I'd be a dead man by this time.'
"'Who is this Nikola then?' I asked.
"'Dr Nikola? Well, he's Nikola, and that's all I can tell you. If
you're a wise man you'll want to know no more. Ask the Chinese
mothers nursing their almond-eyed spawn in Peking who he is; ask the
Japanese, ask the Malays, the Hindoos, the Burmese, the coal porters
in Port Said, the Buddhist priests of Ceylon; ask the King of Corea,
the men up in Thibet, the Spanish priests in Manilla, or the Sultan
of Borneo, the ministers of Siam, or the French in Saigon--they'll
all know Dr Nikola and his cat, and, take my word for it, they fear
"I looked at the little stick in my hand and wondered if the man
had gone mad.
"'What do you wish me to do with this?' I asked.
"'Take it away with you,' he answered, 'and guard it like your
life, and when you have occasion, use it. Remember you have in your
hand what will raise a million men and the equivalent of over ten mil
"At this point a violent fit of coughing seized him and nearly
tore him to pieces. I lifted him up a little in the bed, but before I
could take my hands away a stream of blood had gushed from his lips.
Like a flash of thought I ran to the door to call the girl, the boy
on the stairs re-echoed my shout, and in less time than it takes to
tell the woman was in the room. But we were too late--China Pete was
"After giving her all the money I had about me to pay for the
funeral, I bade her goodbye, and with the little stick in my pocket
returned to my home. Once there I sat myself down in my study, took
my legacy out of my pocket and carefully examined it. As to its
peculiar power and value, as described to me by the dead man, I
hardly knew what to think. My own private opinion was that China Pete
was not sane at the time he told me. And yet, how was I to account
for the affray with the Chinaman on the boat, and the evident desire
the Celestials in Sydney had to obtain information concerning it?
After half an hour's consideration of it I locked it up in a drawer
of my safe and went upstairs to bed.
"Next day China Pete was buried, and by the end of the month I had
well nigh forgotten that he had ever existed, and had hardly thought
of his queer little gift, which still reposed in the upper drawer of
my safe. But I was to hear more of it later on.
"One night, about a month after my coming into possession of the
stick, my wife and I were entertaining a few friends at dinner. The
ladies had retired to the drawing-room and I was sitting with the
gentlemen at the table over our wine. Curiously enough we had just
been discussing the main aspects of the politics of the East when a
maid-servant entered to say that a gentleman had called, and would be
glad to know if he might have an interview with me on important
business. I replied to the effect that I was engaged, and told her to
ask him if he would call again in the morning. The servant left the
room only to return with the information that the man would be
leaving Sydney shortly after daylight, but that if I would see him
later on in the evening he would endeavour to return. I therefore
told the girl to say I would see him about eleven o'clock, and then
dismissed the matter from my mind.
"As the clock struck eleven I said good-night to the last of my
guests upon the doorstep. The carriage had not gone fifty yards down
the street before a hansom drew up before my door and a man dressed
in a heavy cloak jumped out. Bidding the driver wait for him he ran
up my steps.
"'Mr Wetherell, I believe?' he said. I nodded and wished him
'good-evening,' at the same time asking his business.
"'I will tell you with pleasure,' he answered, 'if you will permit
me five minutes alone with you. It is most important, and as I leave
Sydney early tomorrow morning you will see that there is not much
time to spare.'
"I led the way into the house and to my study, which was in the
rear, overlooking the garden. Once there I bade him be seated, taking
up my position at my desk.
"Then, in the light of the lamp, I became aware of the
extraordinary personality of my visitor. He was of middle height, but
beautifully made. His face was oval in shape, with a deadly white
complexion. In contrast to this, however, his eyes and hair were dark
as night. He looked at me very searchingly for a moment and then
said: 'My business will surprise you a little I expect, Mr Wetherell.
First, if you will allow me I will tell you something about myself
and then ask you a question. You must understand that I am pretty
well known as an Eastern traveller; from Port Said to the Kuriles
there is hardly a place with which I am not acquainted. I have a
hobby. I am a collector of Eastern curios, but there is one thing I
have never been able to obtain.'
"'And that is?'
"'A Chinese executioner's symbol of office.'
"'But how can I help you in that direction?' I asked, completely
"'By selling me one that has lately come into your possession,' he
said. 'It is a little black stick, about three inches long and
covered with Chinese characters. I happened to hear, quite by chance,
that you had one in your possession, and I have taken a journey of
some thousands of miles to endeavour to purchase it from you.'
"I went across to the safe, unlocked it, and took out the little
stick China Pete had given me. When I turned round I almost dropped
it with surprise as I saw the look of eagerness that rose in my
visitor's face. But he pulled himself together and said, as calmly as
he had yet addressed me:
"'That is the very thing. If you will allow me to purchase it, it
will complete my collection. What value do you place upon it?'
"'I have no sort of notion of its worth,' I answered, putting it
down on the table and looking at it. Then in a flash a thought came
into my brain, and I was about to speak when he addressed me
"'Of course my reason for wishing to buy it is rather a
hare-brained one, but if you care to let me have it I will give you
fifty pounds for it with pleasure.'
"'Not enough, Dr Nikola,' I said with a smile.
"He jumped as if he had been shot, and then clasped his hands
tight on the arm of his chair. My random bolt had gone straight to
the heart of the bullseye. This man then was Dr Nikola, the
extraordinary individual against whom China Pete had warned me. I was
determined now that, come what might, he should not have the
"'Do you not consider the offer I make you a good one then, Mr
Wetherell?' he asked.
"'I'm sorry to say I don't think the stick is for sale,' I
answered. 'It was left to me by a man in return for a queer sort of
service I rendered him, and I think I should like to keep it as a
"'I will raise my offer to a hundred pounds in that case,' said
"'I would rather not part with it,' I said, and as I spoke, as if
to clinch the matter, I took it up and returned it to the safe,
taking care to lock the door upon it.
"'I will give you five hundred pounds for it,' cried Nikola, now
thoroughly excited. 'Surely that will tempt you?'
"'I'm afraid an offer of ten times that amount would make no
difference,' I replied, feeling more convinced than ever that I would
not part with it.
"He laid himself back in his chair, and for nearly a minute and a
half stared me full in the face. You have seen Nikola's eyes, so I
needn't tell you what a queer effect they are able to produce. I
could not withdraw mine from them, and I felt that if I did not make
an effort I should soon be mesmerised. So, pulling myself together, I
sprang from my chair, and, by doing so, let him see that our
interview was at an end. However, he was not going without a last
attempt to drive a bargain. When he saw that I was not to be moved
his temper gave way, and he bluntly told me that I would have to sell
it to him.
"'There is no compulsion in the matter,' I said warmly. 'The curio
is my own property, and I will do just as I please with it.'
"He thereupon begged my pardon, asked me to attribute his
impatience to the collector's eagerness, and after a few last words
bade me 'good-night', and left the house.
"When his cab had rolled away I went back to my study and sat
thinking for awhile. Then something prompted me to take the stick out
from the safe. I did so, and sat at my table gazing at it, wondering
what the mystery might be to which it was the key. That it was not
what Dr Nikola had described it I felt certain.
"At the end of half an hour I put it in my pocket, intending to
take it upstairs to show my wife, locked the safe again and went off
to my dressing-room. When I had described the interview and shown the
stick to my wife I placed it in the drawer of the looking-glass and
went to bed.
"Next morning, about three o'clock, I was awakened by the sound of
some one knocking violently at my door. I jumped out of bed and
enquired who it might be. To my intense surprise the answer was
'Police!' I therefore donned my dressing-gown, and went out to find a
sergeant of police on the landing waiting for me.
"'What is the matter?' I cried.
"'A burglar!' was his answer. 'We've got him downstairs; caught
him in the act.'
"I followed the officer down to the study. What a scene was there!
The safe had been forced, and its contents lay scattered in every
direction. One drawer of my writing-table was wide open, and in a
corner, handcuffed, and guarded by a stalwart constable, stood a
"Well, to make a long story short, the man was tried, and after
denying all knowledge of Nikola--who, by the way, could not be
found--was convicted, and sentenced to five years' hard labour. For a
month I heard no more about the curio. Then a letter arrived from an
English solicitor in Shanghai demanding from me, on behalf of a
Chinaman residing in that place, a little wooden stick covered with
Chinese characters, which was said to have been stolen by an
Englishman, known in Shanghai as China Pete. This was very clearly
another attempt on Nikola's part to obtain possession of it, so I
replied to the effect that I could not entertain the request.
"A month or so later--I cannot, however, be particular as to the
exact date--I found myself again in communication with Nikola, this
time from South America. But there was this difference this time: he
used undisguised threats, not only against myself, in the event of my
still refusing to give him what he wanted, but also against my wife
and daughter. I took no notice, with the result that my residence was
again broken into, but still without success. Now I no longer locked
the talisman up in the safe, but hid it in a place where I knew no
one could possibly find it. My mind, you will see, was perfectly made
up; I was not going to be driven into surrendering it.
"One night, a month after my wife's death, returning to my house I
was garrotted and searched within a hundred yards of my own front
door, but my assailants could not find it on me. Then peculiar
pressure from other quarters was brought to bear; my servants were
bribed, and my life became almost a burden to me. What was more, I
began to develop that extraordinary fear of Nikola which seems to
seize upon everyone who has any dealings with him. When I went home
to England some months back, I did it because my spirits had got into
such a depressed state that I could not remain in Australia. But I
took care to deposit the stick with my plate in the bank before I
left. There it remained till I returned, when I put it back in its
old hiding-place again.
"The day after I reached London I happened to be crossing
Trafalgar Square. Believing that I had left him at least ten thousand
miles away, you may imagine my horror when I saw Dr Nikola watching
me from the other side of the road. Then and there I returned to my
hotel, bade Phyllis pack with all possible dispatch, and that same
afternoon we started to return to Australia. The rest you know. Now
what do you think of it all?"
"It's an extraordinary story. Where is the stick at the present
"In my pocket. Would you like to see it?"
"Very much, if you would permit me to do so." He unbuttoned his
coat, and from a carefully contrived pocket under the arm drew out a
little piece of wood of exactly the length and shape he had
described. I took it from him and gazed at it carefully. It was
covered all over with Chinese writing, and had a piece of gold silk
attached to the handle. There was nothing very remarkable about it;
but I must own I was strangely fascinated by it when I remembered the
misery it had caused, the changes and chances it had brought about,
the weird story told by China Pete, and the efforts that had been
made by Nikola to obtain possession of it. I gave it back to its
owner, and then stood looking out over the smooth sea, wondering
where Phyllis was and what she was doing. Nikola, when I met him,
would have a heavy account to settle with me, and if my darling
reported any further cruelty on his part I would show no mercy. But
why had Mr Wetherell brought the curio with him now?
I put the question to him.
"For one very good reason," he answered. "If it is the stick
Nikola is after, as I have every right to suppose, he may demand it
as a ransom for my girl, and I am quite willing to let him have it.
The wretched thing has caused sufficient misery to make me only too
glad to be rid of it."
"I hope, however, we shall be able to get her without giving it
up," I said. "Now let us go aft to lunch."
The day following we were within a hundred miles of our
destination, and by midday of the day following that again were near
enough to render it advisable to hold a council over our intended
movements. Accordingly, a little before lunch-time the Marquis,
Wetherell, the skipper and myself, met under the after awning to
consider our plan of war. The vessel herself was hove to, for we had
no desire to put in an appearance at the island during daylight.
"The first matter to be taken into consideration, I think, Mr
Wetherell," said the skipper, "is the point as to which side of the
island we shall bring up on."
"You will be able to settle that," answered Wetherell, looking at
me. "You are acquainted with the place, and can best advise us."
"I will do so to the best of my ability," I said, sitting down on
the deck and drawing an outline with a piece of chalk. "The island is
shaped like this. There is no reef. Here is the best anchorage,
without doubt, but here is the point where we shall be most likely to
approach without being observed. The trend of the land is all upward
from the shore, and, as far as I remember, the most likely spot for a
hut, if they are detaining Miss Wetherell there, as we suppose, will
be on a little plateau looking south, and hard by the only fresh
water on the island."
"And what sort of anchorage shall we get there, do you think?"
asked the skipper, who very properly wished to run no risk with his
"Mostly coral. None too good, perhaps, but as we shall have steam
up, quite safe enough."
"And how do you propose that we shall reach the hut when we land?
Is there any undergrowth, or must we climb the hill under the enemy's
"I have been thinking that out," I said, "and I have come to the
conclusion that the best plan would be for us to approach the island
after dark, to heave to about three miles out and pull ashore in the
boat. We will then ascend the hill by the eastern slope and descend
upon them. They will probably not expect us from that quarter, and it
will at least be easier than climbing the hill in the face of a heavy
fire. What do you say?"
They all agreed that it seemed practicable.
"Very good then," said the skipper, "we'll have lunch and
afterwards begin our preparations." Then turning to me, "I'll get you
to come into my cabin, Mr Hatteras, by-and-by and take a look at the
Admiralty chart, if you will. You will be able probably to tell me if
you think it can be relied on."
"I'll do so with pleasure," I answered, and then we went below.
Directly our meal was over I accompanied the skipper to look at the
chart, and upon it we marked our anchorage. Then an adjournment was
made aft, and our equipment of rifles and revolvers thoroughly
overhauled. We had decided earlier that our landing party should
consist of eight men--Wetherell, Beckenham, the mate of the yacht,
myself, and four of the crew, each of whom would be supplied with a
Winchester repeating rifle, a revolver, and a dozen cartridges. Not a
shot was to be fired, however, unless absolutely necessary, and the
greatest care was to be taken in order to approach the hut, if
possible, without disturbing its inmates.
When the arms had been distributed and carefully examined, the
sixteen foot surf-boat was uncovered and preparations made for
hoisting her overboard. By the time this was done it was late in the
afternoon, and almost soon enough for us to be thinking about
overcoming the distance which separated us from our destination.
Exactly at four o'clock the telegraph on the bridge signalled "go
ahead," and we were on our way once more. To tell the truth, I think
we were all so nervous that we were only too thankful to be moving
About dusk I was standing aft, leaning against the taffrail, when
Beckenham came up and stood beside me. It was wonderful what a
difference these few months had made in him; he was now as brown as a
berry, and as fine-looking a young fellow as any man could wish to
"We shall be picking up the island directly," I said as he came to
an anchor alongside me. "Do you think you ought to go tonight?
Remember you will run the risk of being shot!"
"I have thought of that," he said. "I believe it's my duty to do
my best to help you and Mr Wetherell."
"But what would your father say if he knew?"
"He would say that I only did what was right. I have just been
writing to him, telling him everything. If anything should happen to
me you will find the letter on the chest of drawers in your cabin. I
know you will send it on to him. But if we both come out of it safely
and rescue Miss Wetherell I'm going to ask a favour of you?"
"Granted before I know what it is!"
"It isn't a very big one. I want you to let me be your best man at
"So you shall. And a better I could not possibly desire."
"I like to hear you say that. We've been through a good deal
together since we left Europe, haven't we?"
"We have, and tonight will bring it to a climax, or I'm much
"Do you think Nikola will show fight?"
"Not a doubt about it I should think. If he finds himself cornered
he'll probably fight like a demon."
"It's Baxter I want to meet."
"Nikola is my man. I've a big grudge against him, and I want to
"How little we thought when we were cruising about Bournemouth Bay
together that within such a short space of time we should be sailing
the South Pacific on such an errand! It seems almost too strange to
"So it does! All's well that ends well, however. Let's hope we're
going to be successful tonight. Now I'm going on the bridge to see if
I can pick the land up ahead."
I left him and went forward to the captain's side. Dusk had quite
fallen by this time, rendering it impossible to see very far ahead. A
hand had been posted in the fore-rigging as a look-out, and every
moment we expected to hear his warning cry; but nearly an hour
passed, and still it did not come.
Then suddenly the shout rang out, "Land ahead!" and we knew that
our destination was in sight. Long before this all our lights had
been obscured, and so, in the darkness--for a thick pall of cloud
covered the sky--we crept up towards the coast. Within a couple of
minutes of hearing the hail every man on board was on deck gazing
ahead in the direction in which we were proceeding.
By tea-time we had brought the land considerably nearer, and by
eight o'clock were within three miles of it. Not a sign, however, of
any craft could we discover, and the greatest vigilance had to be
exercised on our part to allow no sign to escape us to show our
whereabouts to those ashore. Exactly at nine o'clock the shore party,
fully armed, assembled on deck, and the surf-boat was swung
overboard. Then in the darkness we crept down the gangway and took
our places. The mate was in possession of the tiller, and when all
was ready we set off for the shore.
CHAPTER VI. Conclusion
ONCE we had left her side and turned our boat's nose towards the
land, the yacht lay behind us, a black mass nearly absorbed in the
general shadow. Not a light showed itself, and everything was as
still as the grave; the only noise to be heard was the steady dip,
dip of the oars in the smooth water and now and then the chirp of the
rowlocks. For nearly half an hour we pulled on, pausing at intervals
to listen, but nothing of an alarming nature met our ears. The island
was every moment growing larger, the beach more plain to the eye, and
the hill more clearly defined. As soon as the boat grounded we sprang
out and, leaving one hand to look after her, made our way ashore. It
was a strange experience that landing on a strange beach on such an
errand and at such an hour, but we were all too much taken up with
the work which lay before us to think of that. Having left the
water's edge we came to a standstill beneath a group of palms and
discussed the situation. As the command of the expedition had fallen
upon me I decided upon the following course of action: To begin with,
I would leave the party behind me and set out by myself to ascertain
the whereabouts of the hut. Having discovered this I would return,
and we would thereupon make our way inland and endeavour to capture
it. I explained the idea in as few words as possible to my followers,
and then, bidding them wait for me where they were, at the same time
warning them against letting their presence be discovered, I set off
up the hill in the direction I knew the plateau to lie. The
undergrowth was very thick and the ground rocky; for this reason it
was nearly twenty minutes before I reached the top of the hill. Then
down the other side I crept, picking my way carefully, and taking
infinite precautions that no noise should serve to warn our foes of
At last I reached the plateau and looked about me. A small
perpendicular cliff, some sixty feet in height, was before me, so
throwing myself down upon my stomach, I wriggled my way to its edge.
When I got there I looked over and discovered three well-built huts
on a little plateau at the cliff's base. At the same moment a roar of
laughter greeted my ears from the building on the left. It was
followed by the voice of a man singing to the accompaniment of a
banjo. Under cover of his music I rose to my feet and crept back
through the bushes, by the track along which I had come. I knew
enough to distribute my forces now.
Having reached my friends again I informed them of what I had
seen, and we then arranged the mode of attack as follows: The mate of
the yacht, with two of the hands, would pass round the hill to the
left of the plateau, Wetherell and another couple of men would take
the right side, while Beckenham and myself crept down from the back.
Not a sound was to be made or a shot fired until I blew my whistle.
Then, with one last word of caution, we started on our climb.
By this time the clouds had cleared off the sky and the stars
shone brightly. Now and again a bird would give a drowsy "caw" as we
disturbed him, or a wild pig would jump up with a grunt and go
trotting off into the undergrowth, but beyond these things all was
very still. Once more I arrived at the small precipice behind the
huts, and, having done so, sat down for a few moments to give the
other parties time to take up their positions. Then, signing to
Beckenham to accompany me, I followed the trend of the precipice
along till I discovered a place where we might descend in safety. In
less than a minute we were on the plateau below, creeping towards the
centre hut. Still our approach was undetected. Bidding Beckenham in a
whisper wait for me, I crept cautiously round to the front, keeping
as much as possible in the shadow. As soon as I had found the door, I
tiptoed towards it and prepared to force my way inside, but I had an
adventure in store for me which I had not anticipated.
Seated in the doorway, almost hidden in the shadow, was the figure
of a man. He must have been asleep, for he did not become aware of my
presence until I was within a foot of him. Then he sprang to his feet
and was about to give the alarm. Before he could do so, however, I
was upon him. A desperate hand-to-hand struggle followed, in which I
fought solely for his throat. This once obtained I tightened my
fingers upon it and squeezed until he fell back unconscious. It was
like a horrible nightmare, that combat without noise in the dark
entry of the hut, and I was more than thankful that it ended so
satisfactorily for me. As soon as I had disentangled myself, I rose
to my feet and proceeded across his body into the hut itself. A swing
door led from the porch, and this I pushed open.
"Who is it, and what do you want?" said a voice which I should
have recognised everywhere.
In answer I took Phyllis in my arms and, whispering my name,
kissed her over and over again. She uttered a little cry of
astonishment and delight. Then, bidding her step quietly, I passed
out into the starlight, leading her after me. As we were about to
make for the path by which I had descended, Beckenham stepped
forward, and at the same instant the man with whom I had been
wrestling came to his senses and gave a shout of alarm. In an instant
there was a noise of scurrying feet and a great shouting of
"Make for the boats!" I cried at the top of my voice, and, taking
Phyllis by the hand, set off as quickly as I could go up the path,
Beckenham assisting her on the other side.
If I live to be a hundred I shall never forget that rush up the
hill. In and out of trees and bushes, scratching ourselves and
tearing our clothes, we dashed; conscious only of the necessity for
speed. Before we were halfway down the other side Phyllis's strength
was quite exhausted, so I took her in my arms and carried her the
remainder of the distance. At last we reached the boats and jumped on
board. The rest of the party were already there, and the word being
given we prepared to row out to the yacht. But before we could push
off a painful surprise was in store for us. The Marquis, who had been
counting the party, cried:--
"Where is Mr Wetherell?"
We looked round upon each other, and surely enough the old
gentleman was missing. Discovering this, Phyllis nearly gave way and
implored us to go back at once to find him. But having rescued her
with so much difficulty I did not wish to run any risk of letting her
fall into her enemies' hands again; so selecting four volunteers from
the party, I bade the rest pull the boat out to the yacht and give
Miss Wetherell into the captain's charge, while the balance
accompanied me ashore again in search of her father. Having done this
the boat was to return and wait for us.
Quickly we splashed our way back to the beach, and then, plunging
into the undergrowth, began our search for the missing man. As we did
not know where to search, it was like looking for a needle in a
bundle of hay, but presently one of the hands remembered having seen
him descending the hill, so we devoted our attentions to that side.
For nearly two hours we toiled up and down, but without success. Not
a sign of the old gentleman was to be seen. Could he have mistaken
his way and be even now searching for us on another beach? To make
sure of this we set off and thoroughly searched the two bays in the
direction he would most likely have taken. But still without success.
Perhaps he had been captured and carried back to the huts? In that
case we had better proceed thither and try to rescue him. This,
however, was a much more serious undertaking, and you may imagine it
was with considerable care that we approached the plateau again.
When we reached it the huts were as quiet as when I had first made
their acquaintance. Not a sound came up to the top of the little
precipice save the rustling of the wind in the palms at its foot. It
seemed difficult to believe that there had been such a tumult on the
spot so short a time before.
Again with infinite care we crept down to the buildings, this
time, however, without encountering a soul. The first was empty, so
was the second, and so was the third. This result was quite
unexpected, and rendered the situation even more mysterious than
By the time we had thoroughly explored the plateau and its
surroundings it was nearly daylight, and still we had discovered no
trace of the missing man. Just as the sun rose above the sea line we
descended the hill again and commenced a second search along the
beach, with no better luck, however, than on the previous occasion.
Wetherell and our assailants seemed to have completely disappeared
from the island.
About six o'clock, thoroughly worn out, we returned to the spot
where the boat was waiting for us. What was to be done? We could not
for obvious reasons leave the island and abandon the old gentleman to
his fate, and yet it seemed useless to remain there looking for him,
when he might have been spirited away elsewhere.
Suddenly one of the crew, who had been loitering behind, came into
view waving something in his hand. As he approached we could see that
it was a sheet of paper, and when he gave it into my hands I read as
If you cross the island to the north beach you will find a small
cliff in which is a large cave, a little above high-water mark. There
you will discover the man for whom you are searching.
There was no signature to this epistle, and the writing was quite
unfamiliar to me, but I had no reason to doubt its authenticity.
"Where did you discover this?" I enquired of the man who had
"Fastened to one of them prickly bushes up on the beach there,
sir," he answered.
"Well, the only thing for us to do now is to set of to the north
shore and hunt for the cave. Two of you had better take the boat back
to the yacht and ask the captain to follow us round."
As soon as the boat was under weigh we picked up our rifles and
set off for the north beach. It was swelteringly hot by this time,
and, as may be imagined, we were all dead tired after our long
night's work. However, the men knew they would be amply rewarded if
we could effect the rescue of the man for whom we had been searching,
so they pushed on.
At last we turned the cape and entered the bay which constituted
the north end of the island. It was not a large beach on this side,
but it had, at its western end, a curious line of small cliffs, in
the centre of which a small black spot could be discerned looking
remarkably like the entrance to a cave. Towards this we pressed,
forgetting our weariness in the excitement of the search.
It was a cave, and large one. So far the letter was correct.
Preparing ourselves, in case of surprise, we approached the entrance,
calling Mr Wetherell's name. As our shouts died away a voice came out
in answer, and thereupon we rushed in.
A remarkable sight met our eyes. In the centre of the cave was a
stout upright post, some six or eight feet in height, and securely
tied to this was the Colonial Secretary of New South Wales.
In less time almost than it takes to tell, we had cast loose the
ropes which bound him, and led him, for he was too weak to stand
alone, out into the open air. While he was resting he enquired after
his daughter, and having learned that she was safe, gave us the
following explanation. Addressing himself to me he said:
"When you cried 'Make for the boats,' I ran up the hill with the
others as fast as I could go; but I'm an old man and could not get
along as quickly as I wanted to, and for this reason was soon left
far behind. I must have been half-way down the hill when a tall man,
dressed in white, stepped out from behind a bush, and raising a rifle
bade me come to a standstill. Having no time to lift my own weapon I
was obliged to do as he ordered me, and he thereupon told me to lay
down my weapon and right-about face. In this fashion I was marched
back to the huts we had just left, and then, another man having
joined my captor, was conducted across the island to this beach,
where a boat was in waiting. In it I was pulled out to a small
schooner lying at anchor in the bay and ordered to board her; five
minutes later I was conducted to the saloon, where two or three
persons were collected.
"'Good-evening, Mr Wetherell. This is indeed a pleasure,' said a
man sitting at the further end of the table. He was playing with a
big black cat, and directly I heard his voice I knew that I was in
the presence of Dr Nikola.
"'And how do you think I am going to punish you, my friend, for
giving me all this trouble?' he said when I made no reply to his
"'You dare not do anything to me,' I answered. 'I demand that you
let me go this instant. I have a big score to settle with you.'
"'If you will be warned by me you will cease to demand,' he
answered, his eyes the while burning like coals. 'You are an
obstinate man, but though you have put me to so much trouble and
expense I will forgive you and come to terms with you. Now listen to
me. If you will give me--'
"At that moment the little vessel gave a heavy roll, and in trying
to keep my footing on the sloping deck I fell over upon the table. As
I did so the little Chinese stick slipped out of my pocket and went
rolling along directly into Nikola's hands. He sprang forward and
seized it, and you may imagine his delight. With a cry of triumph
that made the cat leap from his shoulder, he turned to a tall man by
his side and said:
"'I've got it at last! Now let a boat's crew take this man ashore
and tie him to the stake in the cave. Then devise some means of
acquainting his friends of his whereabouts. Be quick, for we sail in
"Having given these orders he turned to me again and said:
"'Mr Wetherell, this is the last transaction we shall probably
ever have together. All things considered, you are lucky in escaping
so easily. It would have saved you a good deal if you had complied
with my request at first. However, all's well that ends well, and I
congratulate you upon your charming daughter. Now, goodbye; in an
hour I am off to effect a coup with this stick, the magnitude of
which you would never dream. One last word of advice: pause a second
time, I entreat, before you think of baulking Dr Nikola.'
"I was going to reply, when I was twisted round and led up on
deck, where that scoundrel Baxter had the impudence to make me a low
bow. In less than a quarter of an hour I was fastened to the post in
that cave. The rest you know. Now let us get on board; I see the boat
As soon as the surf-boat had drawn up on the beach we embarked and
were pulled out to the yacht. In a few moments we were on deck, and
Phyllis was in her father's arms again. Over that meeting, with its
rapturous embraces and general congratulations, I must draw a
curtain. Suffice it that by midday the island had disappeared under
the sea line, and by nightfall we were well on our way back to
Sydney. That evening, after dinner, Phyllis and I patrolled the deck
together, and finally came to a standstill aft. It was as beautiful
an evening as any man or woman could desire. All round us was the
glassy sea, rising and falling as if asleep, while overhead the
tropic stars shone down with their wonderful brilliance.
"Phyllis," I said, taking my darling's hand in mine and looking
into her face, "what a series of adventures we have both passed
through since that afternoon I first saw you in the Domain! Do you
know that your father has at last consented to our marriage?"
"I do. And as it is to you, Dick, I owe my rescue," she said,
coming a little closer to me, "he could do nothing else; you have a
perfect right to me."
"I have, and I mean to assert it!" I answered. "If I had not found
you, I should never have been happy again."
"But, Dick, there is one thing I don't at all understand. At
dinner this evening the captain addressed you as Sir Richard. What
does that mean?"
"Why, of course you have not heard!" I cried. "Well, I think it
means that though I cannot make you a marchioness, I can make you a
baronet's wife. It remains with you to say whether you will be Lady
Hatteras or not."
"But are you a baronet, Dick? How did that come about?"
"It's a long story, but do you remember my describing to you the
strange call I paid, when in England, on my only two relatives in the
"The old man and his daughter in the New Forest? Yes, I
"Well, they are both dead, and, as the next-of-kin, I have
inherited the title and estates. What do you think of that?"
Her only reply was to kiss me softly on the cheek.
She had scarcely done so before her father and Beckenham came
along the deck.
"Now, Phyllis," said the former, leading her to a seat, "supposing
you give us the history of your adventures. Remember we have heard
"Very well. Where shall I begin? At the moment I left the house
for the ball? Very good. Well, you must know that when I arrived at
Government House I met Mrs Mayford--the lady who had promised to
chaperone me--in the cloakroom, and we passed into the ballroom
together. I danced the first dance with Captain Hackworth, one of the
aides, and engaged myself for the fourth to the Marquis of
"The sham Marquis, unfortunately," put in the real one.
"It proved to be unfortunate for me also," continued Phyllis. "As
it was a square we sat it out in the ante-room leading off the
drawing-room, and while we were there the young gentleman did me the
honour of proposing to me. It was terribly embarrassing for me, but I
allowed him to see, as unmistakably as possible, that I could give
him no encouragement, and, as the introduction to the next waltz
started, we parted the best of friends. About half an hour later,
just as I was going to dance the lancers, Mrs Mayford came towards me
and drew me into the drawing-room. Mr Baxter, his lordship's tutor,
was with her, and I noticed that they both looked supernaturally
"'What is the matter?' I asked, becoming alarmed by her face.
"'My dear,' said she, 'you must be brave. I have come to tell you
that your father has been taken ill, and has sent for you.'
"'Papa ill!' I cried. 'Oh, I must go home to him at once.'
"'I have taken the liberty of facilitating that,' said Mr Baxter,
'by ordering the servants to call up your carriage, which is now
waiting for you at the door. If you will allow me, I will conduct you
"I apologised to my partner for being compelled to leave him, and
then went to the cloakroom. As soon as I was ready I accompanied Mr
Baxter to the door, where the brougham was waiting. Without looking
at the coachman I got in, at the same time thanking my escort for his
kindness. He shut the door and cried 'Home' to the coachman. Next
moment we were spinning down the drive.
"As I was far too much occupied thinking of you, papa, I did not
notice the direction we were taking, and it was not until the
carriage stopped before a house in a back street that I realized that
something was wrong. Then the door was opened and a gentleman in
evening dress begged me to alight. I did so, almost without thinking
what I was doing.
"'I am sorry to say your father is not at all well, Miss
Wetherell,' said the person who helped me out. 'If you will be good
enough to step into my house I will let the nurse take you to
"Like a person in a dream I followed him into the dwelling, and,
as soon as I was inside, the door was shut upon me.
"'Where is my father? and how is it that he is here?' I cried,
beginning to get frightened.
"'You will know all when you see him,' said my companion, throwing
open the door of a bedroom. I went in, and that door was also shut
upon me. Then I turned and faced the man."
"What was he like?" cried Wetherell.
"He was the man you were telling us about at dinner--Dr
"Ah! And then?"
"He politely but firmly informed me that I was his prisoner, and
that until you gave up something he had for years been trying to
obtain he would be compelled to detain me. I threatened, entreated,
and finally wept, but he was not to be moved. He promised that no
effort should be spared to make me comfortable, but he could not let
me go until you had complied with his request. So I was kept there
until late one night, when I was informed that I must be ready to
leave the house. A brougham was at the door, and in this, securely
guarded, I was conducted to the harbour, where a boat was in waiting.
In this we were rowed out to a schooner, and I was placed on board
her. A comfortably furnished cabin was allotted to me, and everything
I could possibly want was given me. But though the greatest
consideration in all other matters was shown me I could gather
nothing of where we were going or what my fate was to be, nor could I
discover any means of communicating with the shore. About midnight we
got under weigh and commenced our voyage. Our destination was the
island where you found me."
"And how did Nikola treat you during the voyage and your stay on
Pipa Lannu?" I asked.
"With invariable courtesy," she replied. "A more admirable host no
one could desire. I had but to express a wish and it was instantly
gratified. When we were clear of the land I was allowed on deck; my
meals were served to me in a cabin adjoining my own, and a stewardess
had been specially engaged to wait upon me. As far as my own personal
treatment went I have nothing to complain of. But oh, you can't tell
how thankful I was to get away; I had begun to imagine all sorts of
"Well, God be thanked, it's all done with now," I said
"And what is more," said Wetherell, "you have won one of the best
husbands in the world. Mr Hatteras, your hand, sir; Phyllis, my
darling, yours! God bless you both."
Now what more is there to tell? A week later the eventful voyage
was over and we were back in Sydney again.
Then came our marriage. But, with your kind permission, I will
only give you a very bare description of that. It took place at the
cathedral, the Primate officiating. The Marquis of Beckenham was kind
enough to act as my best man, while the Colonial Secretary, of
course, gave his daughter away.
But now I come to think of it, there is one point I must touch
upon in connection with that happy occasion, and that was the arrival
of an important present on the evening prior to the event.
We were sitting in the drawing-room when the butler brought in a
square parcel on a salver and handed it to Phyllis.
"Another present, I expect," she said, and began to untie the
string that bound it.
When the first cover was removed a layer of tissue paper revealed
itself, and after that a large Russia leather case came into view. On
pressing the spring the cover lifted and revealed a superb collet--
as I believe it is called--of diamonds, and resting against the lid a
small card bearing this inscription:
With heartiest congratulations and best wishes to Lady Hatteras,
in memory of an unfortunate detention and a voyage to the Southern
From her sincere admirer,
What do you think of that?
Well, to bring my long story to a close, the Great Event passed
off with much eclat. We spent our honeymoon in the Blue Mountains,
and a fortnight later sailed once more for England in the Onzaba.
Both Mr Wetherell--who has now resigned office--and the Marquis of
Beckenham, who is as manly a fellow as you would meet anywhere in
England, accompanied us home, and it was to the latter's seaside
residence that we went immediately on our arrival in the mother
country. My own New Forest residence is being thoroughly renovated,
and will be ready for occupation in the spring.
And now as to the other persons who have figured most prominently
in my narrative. Of Nikola, Baxter, Eastover, or Prendergast I have
never heard since. What gigantic coup the first-named intends to
accomplish with the little Chinese stick, the possession of which
proved so fatal to Wetherell, is beyond my power to tell. I am only
too thankful, however, that I am able to say that I am not in the
least concerned in it. I am afraid of Nikola and I confess it. And
with this honest expression of my feelings, and my thanks for your
attention and forbearance, I will beg your permission to ring the
curtain down upon the narrative of my BID FOR FORTUNE.