More Cargoes

by W. W. Jacobs

  THE GREY PARROT

  The Chief Engineer and the Third sat at tea on the S.S. _Curlew_ in theEast India Docks. The small and not over-clean steward having placedeverything he could think of upon the table, and then added everythingthe Chief could think of, had assiduously poured out two cups of tea andwithdraw by request. The two men ate steadily, conversing between bites,and interrupted occasionally by a hoarse and sepulchral voice, the ownerof which, being much exercised by the sight of the food, asked for it,prettily at first, and afterwards in a way which at least compelledattention.

  "That's pretty good for a parrot," said the Third critically. "Seems toknow what he's saying too. No, don't give it anything. It'll stop if youdo."

  "There's no pleasure to _me_ in listening to coarse language," said theChief with dignity.

  He absently dipped a piece of bread and butter in the Third's tea,and losing it chased it round and round the bottom of the cup with hisfinger, the Third regarding the operation with an interest and emotionwhich he was at first unable to understand.

  "You'd better pour yourself out another cup," he said thoughtfully as hecaught the Third's eye.

  "I'm going to," said the other dryly.

  "The man I bought it of," said the Chief, giving the bird the sop, "saidthat it was a perfectly respectable parrot and wouldn't know a bad wordif it heard it. I hardly like to give it to my wife now."

  "It's no good being too particular," said the Third, regarding the otherwith an ill-concealed grin, "that's the worst of all you young marriedfellows. Seem to think your wife has got to be wrapped up in brownpaper. Ten chances to one she'll be amused."

  The Chief shrugged his shoulders disdainfully. "I bought the bird to becompany for her," he said slowly, "she'll be very lonesome without me,Rogers."

  "How do you know?" inquired the other.

  "She said so," was the reply.

  "When you've been married as long as I have," said the Third, who havingbeen married some fifteen years felt that their usual positions weresomewhat reversed, "you'll know that generally speaking they're glad toget rid of you."

  "What for?" demanded the Chief in a voice that Othello might haveenvied.

  "Well, you get in the way a bit," said Rogers with secret enjoyment,"you see you upset the arrangements. House-cleaning and all that sort ofthing get interrupted. They're glad to see you back at first, and thenglad to see the back of you."

  "There's wives and wives," said the bridegroom tenderly.

  "And mine's good one," said the Third, "registered A 1 at Lloyds', butshe don't worry about me going away. Your Wife's thirty years youngerthan you, isn't she?"

  "Twenty-five," corrected the other shortly. "You see what I'm afraid ofis, that she'll get too much attention."

  "Well, women like that," remarked the Third.

  "But I don't, damn it," cried the Chief hotly. "When I think of it I gethot all over. Boiling hot."

  "That won't last," said the other reassuringly, "you won't care twopencethis time next year."

  "We're not all alike," growled the Chief, "some of us have got finerfeelings than others have. I saw the chap next door looking at her as wepassed him this morning."

  "Lor'," said the Third

  "I don't want any of your damned impudence," said the Chief sharply. "Heput his hat on straighter when he passed us. What do you think of that?"

  "Can't say," replied the other with commendable gravity, "it might meananything."

  "If he has any of his nonsense while I'm away I'll break his neck," saidthe Chief passionately. "I shall know of it."

  The other raised his eyebrows.

  "I've asked the landlady to keep her eyes open a bit," said the Chief."My wife was brought up in the country and she's very young and simple,so that it is quite right and proper for her to have a motherly old bodyto look after her."

  "Told your wife?" queried Rogers.

  "No," said the other. "Fact is, I've got an idea about that parrot. I'mgoing to tell her it's a magic bird, and will tell me everything shedoes while I'm away. Anything the landlady tells me I shall tell herI got from the parrot. For one thing, I don't want her to go out afterseven of an evening, and she's promised me she won't. If she does Ishall know, and pretend that I know through the parrot. What do youthink of it?"

  "Think of it?" said the Third, staring at him. "Think of it? Fancy a mantelling a grown-up woman a yarn like that!"

  "She believes in warnings and death-watches, and all that sort ofthing," said the Chief, "so why shouldn't she?"

  "Well, you'll know whether she believes in it or not when you comeback," said Rogers, "and it'll be a great pity, because it's a beautifultalker."

  "What do you mean?" said the other.

  "I mean it'll get its little neck wrung," said the Third.

  "Well, we'll see," said Gannett. "I shall know what to think if it doesdie."

  "I shall never see that bird again," said Rogers, shaking his head asthe Chief took up the cage and handed it to the steward, who was toaccompany him home with it.

  The couple left the ship and proceeded down the East India Dock Roadside by side, the only incident being a hot argument between a constableand the engineer as to whether he could or could not be held responsiblefor the language in which the parrot saw fit to indulge when the stewardhappened to drop it.

  The engineer took the cage at his door, and, not without somemisgivings, took it upstairs into the parlour and set it on the table.Mrs. Gannett, a simple-looking woman, with sleepy brown eyes and adocile manner, clapped her hands with joy.

  "Isn't it a beauty?" said Mr. Gannett, looking at it; "I bought it to becompany for you while I'm away."

  "You're too good to me, Jem," said his wife. She walked all round thecage admiring it, and the parrot, which was of a hugely suspicious andnervous disposition, having had boys at its last place, turning withher. After she had walked round him five times he got sick of it, and ina simple sailorly fashion said so.

  "Oh, Jem," said his wife.

  "It's a beautiful talker," said Gannett hastily, "and it's so cleverthat it picks up everything it hears, but it'll soon forget it."

  "It looks as though it knows what you are saying," said his wife. "Justlook at it, the artful thing."

  The opportunity was too good to be missed, and in a few straightforwardlies the engineer acquainted Mrs. Gannett of the miraculous powers withwhich he had chosen to endow it.

  "But you don't believe it?" said his wife, staring at him open-mouthed.

  "I do," said the engineer firmly.

  "But how can it know what I'm doing when I'm away?" persisted Mrs.Gannett.

  "Ah, that's its secret," said the engineer; "a good many people wouldlike to know that, but nobody has found out yet. It's a magic bird, andwhen you've said that you've said all there is to say about it."

  Mrs. Gannett, wrinkling her forehead, eyed the marvellous birdcuriously.

  "You'll find it's quite true," said Gannett; "when I come back thatbird'll be able to tell me how you've been and all about you. Everythingyou've done during my absence."

  "Good gracious," said the astonished Mrs. Gannett.

  "If you stay out after seven of an evening, or do anything else thatI shouldn't like, that bird'll tell me," continued the engineerimpressively. "It'll tell me who comes to see you, and in fact it willtell me everything you do while I'm away."

  "Well, it won't have anything bad to tell of me," said Mrs. Gannettcomposedly, "unless it tells lies."

  "It can't tell lies," said her husband confidently, "and now, if you goand put your bonnet on, we'll drop in at the theatre for half an hour."

  It was a prophetic utterance, for he made such a fuss over the man nextto his wife, offering her his opera-glasses, that they left, at theurgent request of the management, in almost exactly that space of time.

  "You'd better carry me about in a band-box," said Mrs. Gannett wearilyas the outraged engineer stalked home beside her. "What harm was the mandoing?"

  "Yo
u must have given him some encouragement," said Mr. Gannettfiercely--"made eyes at him or something. A man wouldn't offer to lend alady his opera-glasses without."

  Mrs. Gannett tossed her head--and that so decidedly, that a passingstranger turned his head and looked at her. Mr. Gannett accelerated hispace, and taking his wife's arm, led her swiftly home with a passiontoo great for words.

  By the morning his anger had evaporated, but his misgivings remained.He left after breakfast for the _Curlew_, which was to sail in theafternoon, leaving behind him copious instructions, by following whichhis wife would be enabled to come down and see him off with the minimumexposure of her fatal charms.

  Left to herself Mrs. Gannett dusted the room, until coming to theparrot's cage she put down the duster and eyed its eerie occupantcuriously, She fancied that she saw an evil glitter in the creature'seye, and the knowing way in which it drew the film over it was as nearan approach to a wink as a bird could get.

  She was still looking at it when there was a knock at the door, and abright little woman--rather smartly dressed--bustled into the room, andgreeted her effusively.

  "I just come to see you, my dear, because I thought a little outingwould do me good," she said briskly; "and if you've no objection I'llcome down to the docks with you to see the boat off."

  Mrs. Gannett assented readily. It would ease the engineer's mind, shethought, if he saw her with a chaperon.

  "Nice bird," said Mrs. Cluffins, mechanically, bringing her parasol tothe charge.

  "Don't do that," said her friend hastily.

  "Why not?" said the other.

  "Language!" said Mrs. Gannett solemnly.

  "Well, I must do something to it," said Mrs. Cluffins restlessly.

  She held the parasol near the cage and suddenly opened it. It was aflaming scarlet, and for the moment the shock took the parrot's breathaway.

  "He don't mind that," said Mrs. Gannett.

  The parrot, hopping to the farthest corner of the bottom of his cage,said something feebly. Finding that nothing dreadful happened, herepeated his remark somewhat more boldly, and, being convinced afterall that the apparition was quite harmless and that he had displayed hiscraven spirit for nothing, hopped back on his perch and raved wickedly.

  "If that was my bird," said Mrs. Cluffins, almost as scarlet as herparasol, "I should wring its neck."

  "No, you wouldn't," said Mrs. Gannett solemnly. And having quieted thebird by throwing a cloth over its cage, she explained its properties.

  "What!" said Mrs. Cluffins, unable to sit still in her chair. "You meanto tell me your husband said that!"

  Mrs. Gannett nodded, "He's awfully jealous of me," she said with aslight simper.

  "I wish he was my husband," said Mrs. Cluffins in a thin, hard voice."I wish C. would talk to _me_ like that. I wish somebody would try andpersuade C. to talk to me like that."

  "It shows he's fond of me," said Mrs. Gannett, looking down.

  Mrs. Cluffins jumped up and snatched the cover off the cage;endeavoured, but in vain, to get the parasol through the bars.

  "And you believe that rubbish!" she said scathingly. "Bosh, you wretch!"

  "I don't believe it," said her friend, taking her gently away andcovering the cage hastily just as the bird was recovering, "but I lethim think I do."

  "I call it an outrage," said Mrs. Cluffins, waving the parasol wildly."I never heard of such a thing; I'd like to give Mr. Gannett a pieceof my mind. Just about half an hour of it He wouldn't be the same manafterwards--I'd parrot him."

  Mrs. Gannett, soothing her agitated friend as well as she was able, ledher gently to a chair and removed her bonnet, and finding that completerecovery was impossible while the parrot remained in the room, took thatwonder-working bird outside.

  By the time they had reached the docks and boarded the _Curlew_ Mrs.Cluffins had quite recovered her spirits. She roamed about the steamerasking questions, which savoured more of idle curiosity than a genuinethirst for knowledge, and was at no pains to conceal her opinion ofthose who were unable to furnish her with satisfactory replies.

  "I shall think of you every day, Jem," said Mrs. Gannett tenderly.

  "I shall think of you every minute," said the engineer reproachfully.

  He sighed gently and gazed in a scandalised fashion at Mrs. Cluffins,who was carrying on a desperate flirtation with one of the apprentices.

  "She's very light-hearted," said his wife, following the direction ofhis eyes.

  "She is," said Mr. Gannett curtly, as the unconscious Mrs. Cluffins shuther parasol and rapped the apprentice playfully with the handle. "Sheseems to be on very good terms with Jenkins, laughing and carrying on. Idon't suppose she's ever seen him before."

  "Poor young things," said Mrs. Cluffins solemnly, as she came up tothem. "Don't you worry, Mr. Gannett; I'll look after her and keep herfrom moping."

  "You're very kind," said the engineer slowly.

  "We'll have a jolly time," said Mrs. Cluffins. "I often wish my husbandwas a seafaring man. A wife does have more freedom, doesn't she?"

  "More what?" inquired Mr. Gannett huskily.

  "More freedom," said Mrs. Cluffins gravely. "I always envy sailors'wives. They can do as they like. No husband to look after them for nineor ten months in the year."

  Before the unhappy engineer could put his indignant thoughts into wordsthere was a warning cry from the gangway, and, with a hasty farewell, hehurried below. The visitors went ashore, the gangway was shipped, and inresponse to the clang of the telegraph, the _Curlew_ drifted slowly awayfrom the quay and headed for the spring bridge slowly opening in frontof her.

  The two ladies hurried to the pier-head and watched the steamer down theriver until a bend hid it from view. Then Mrs. Gannett, with a sensationof having lost something, due, so her friend assured her, to the want ofa cup of tea, went slowly back to her lonely home.

  In the period of grass widowhood which ensued, Mrs. Cluffins' visitsformed almost the sole relief to the bare monotony of existence. Asa companion the parrot was an utter failure, its language being soirredeemably bad that it spent most of its time in the spare room witha cloth over its cage, wondering when the days were going to lengthena bit. Mrs. Cluffins suggested selling it, but her friend repelled thesuggestion with horror, and refused to entertain it at any price, eventhat of the publican at the corner, who had heard of the bird's commandof language, and was bent upon buying it.

  "I wonder what that beauty will have to tell your husband," said Mrs.Cluffins, as they sat together one day some three months after the_Curlew's_ departure.

  "I should hope that he has forgotten that nonsense," said Mrs. Gannett,reddening; "he never alludes to it in his letters."

  "Sell it," said Mrs. Cluffins peremptorily. "It's no good to you, andHobson would give anything for it almost."

  Mrs. Gannett shook her head. "The house wouldn't hold my husband if Idid," she remarked with a shiver.

  "Oh, yes it would," said Mrs. Cluffins; "you do as I tell you, and amuch smaller house than this would hold him. I told C. to tell Hobson heshould have it for five pounds."

  "But he mustn't," said her friend in alarm.

  "Leave yourself right in my hands," said Mrs. Cluffins, spreading outtwo small palms, and regarding them complacently. "It'll be all right, Ipromise you."

  She put her arm round her friend's waist and led her to the window,talking earnestly. In five minutes Mrs. Gannett was wavering, in tenshe had given away, and in fifteen the energetic Mrs. Cluffins was _enroute_ for Hobson's, swinging the cage so violently in her excitementthat the parrot was reduced to holding on to its perch with claws andbill. Mrs. Gannett watched the progress from the window, and with aqueer look on her face sat down to think out the points of attack anddefence in the approaching fray.

  A week later a four-wheeler drove up to the door, and the engineer,darting upstairs three steps at a time, dropped an armful of parcelson the floor, and caught his wife in an embrace which would have donecredit to a bear. Mrs. Gannett,
for reasons of which a lack of musclewas only one, responded less ardently.

  "Ha, it's good to be home again," said Gannett, sinking into aneasy-chair and pulling his wife on his knee. "And how have you been?Lonely?"

  "I got used to it," said Mrs. Gannett softly.

  The engineer coughed. "You had the parrot," he remarked.

  "Yes, I had the magic parrot," said Mrs. Gannett.

  "How's it getting on?" said her husband, looking round. "Where is it?"

  "Part of it is on the mantelpiece," said Mrs. Gannett, trying to speakcalmly, "part of it is in a bonnet-box upstairs, some of it's in mypocket, and here is the remainder."

  She fumbled in her pocket and placed in his hand a cheap two-bladedclasp-knife.

  "On the mantelpiece?" repeated the engineer, staring at the knife; "in abonnet-box!"

  "Those blue vases," said his wife.

  Mr. Gannett put his hand to his head. If he had heard aright one parrothad changed into a pair of vases, a bonnet, and a knife. A magic birdwith a vengeance.

  "I sold it," said Mrs. Gannett suddenly.

  The engineer's knee stiffened inhospitably, and his arm dropped from hiswife's waist. She rose quietly and took a chair opposite.

  "Sold it!" said Mr. Gannett in awful tones. "Sold my parrot!"

  "I didn't like it, Jem," said his wife. "I didn't want that birdwatching me, and I did want the vases, and the bonnet, and the littlepresent for you."

  Mr. Gannett pitched the little present into the corner of the room.

  "You see it mightn't have told the truth, Jem," continued Mrs. Gannett."It might have told all sorts of lies about me, and made no end ofmischief."

  "It couldn't lie," shouted the engineer passionately, rising from hischair and pacing the room. "It's your guilty conscience that's made acoward of you. How dare you sell my parrot?"

  "Because it wasn't truthful, Jem," said his wife, who was somewhat pale.

  "If you were half as truthful you'd do," vociferated the engineer,standing over her. "You, you deceitful woman."

  Mrs. Gannett fumbled in her pocket again, and producing a smallhandkerchief applied it deliberately to her eyes.

  "I--I got rid of it for your sake," she stammered. "It used to tell suchlies about you. I couldn't bear to listen to it."

  "About _me!_" said Mr. Gannett, sinking into his seat and staring at hiswife with very natural amazement. "Tell lies about _me_! Nonsense! Howcould it?"

  "I suppose it could tell me about you as easily as it could tell youabout me?" said Mrs. Gannett. "There was more magic in that bird thanyou thought, Jem. It used to say shocking things about you. I couldn'tbear it."

  "Do you think you're talking to a child or a fool?" demanded theengineer.

  Mrs. Gannett shook her head feebly. She still kept the handkerchief toher eyes, but allowed a portion to drop over her mouth.

  "I should like to hear one of the stories it told about me, if you canremember them," said the engineer with bitter sarcasm.

  "The first lie," said Mrs. Gannett in a feeble but ready voice, "wasabout the time you were at Genoa. The parrot said you were at someconcert gardens at the upper end of the town."

  One moist eye coming mildly from behind the handkerchief saw theengineer stiffen suddenly in his chair.

  "I don't suppose there even is such a place," she continued.

  "I--b'leve--there--is," said her husband jerkily. "I've heard--ourchaps--talk of it."

  "But you haven't been there?" said his wife anxiously.

  "Never!" said the engineer with extraordinary vehemence.

  "That wicked bird said that you got intoxicated there," said Mrs.Gannett in solemn accents, "that you smashed a little marble-toppedtable and knocked down two waiters, and that if it hadn't been for thecaptain of the _Pursuit_, who was in there and who got you away, you'dhave been locked up. Wasn't it a wicked bird?"

  "Horrible!" said the engineer huskily.

  "I don't suppose there ever was a ship called the _Pursuit_," continuedMrs. Gannett.

  "Doesn't sound like a ship's name," murmured Mr. Gannett.

  "Well, then, a few days later it said the _Curlew_ was at Naples."

  "I never went ashore all the time we were at Naples," remarked theengineer casually.

  "The parrot said you did," said Mrs. Gannett.

  "I suppose you'll believe your own lawful husband before that damnedbird?" shouted Gannett, starting up.

  "Of course I didn't believe it, Jem," said his wife. "I'm trying toprove to you that the bird was not truthful, but you're so hard topersuade."

  Mr. Gannett took a pipe from his pocket, and with a small knife dug withmuch severity and determination a hardened plug from the bowl, and blewnoisily through the stem.

  "There was a girl kept a fruit-stall just by the harbor," said Mrs.Gannett, "and on this evening, on the strength of having boughtthree-penny-worth of green figs, you put your arm round her waist andtried to kiss her, and her sweetheart, who was standing close by, triedto stab you. The parrot said that you were in such a state of terrorthat you jumped into the harbour and were nearly drowned."

  Mr. Gannett having loaded his pipe lit it slowly and carefully, and withtidy precision got up and deposited the match in the fireplace.

  "It used to frighten me so with its stories that I hardly knew what todo with myself," continued Mrs. Gannett. "When you were at Suez----"

  The engineer waved his hand imperiously.

  "That's enough," he said stiffly.

  "I'm sure I don't want to have to repeat what it told me about Suez,"said his wife. "I thought you'd like to hear it, that's all."

  "Not at all," said the engineer, puffing at his pipe. "Not at all."

  "But you see why I got rid of the bird, don't you?" said Mrs. Gannett."If it had told you untruths about me, _you_ would have believed them,wouldn't you?"

  Mr. Gannett took his pipe from his mouth and took his wife in hisextended arms. "No, my dear," he said brokenly, "no more than youbelieve all this stuff about me."

  "And I did quite right to sell it, didn't I, Jem?"

  "Quite right," said Mr. Gannett with a great assumption of heartiness."Best thing to do with it."

  "You haven't heard the worst yet," said Mrs. Gannett. "When you were atSuez----"

  Mr. Gannett consigned Suez to its only rival, and thumping the tablewith his clenched fist, forbade his wife to mention the word again, anddesired her to prepare supper.

  Not until he heard his wife moving about in the kitchen below did herelax the severity of his countenance. Then his expression changed toone of extreme anxiety, and he restlessly paced the room seeking forlight. It came suddenly.

  "Jenkins," he gasped, "Jenkins and Mrs. Cluffins, and I was going totell Cluffins about him writing to his wife, I expect he knows theletter by heart."