“What the devil brings you here?” he thundered at last.
“Don’t ask idle questions,” was my reply to that.
“So you were shamming to-day!”
“I was taking a leaf out of your book.”
“You’ll gain nothing by being clever!” sneered the squire, taking a threatening step forward. For at the last moment I had tucked my revolver behind my back, not only for the pleasure, but for the obvious advantage of getting them all in front of me and off their guard. I had no idea that such eyes as Rattray’s could be so fierce: they were dancing from me to my companion, whom their glitter frightened into an attempt to disengage herself from me; but my arm only tightened about her drooping figure.
“I shall gain no more than I expect,” said I, carelessly. “And I know what to expect from brave gentlemen like you! It will be better than your own fate, at all events; anything’s better than being taken hence to the place of execution, and hanged by the neck until you’re dead, all three of you in a row, and your bodies buried within the precincts of the prison!”
“The very thing for him,” murmured Santos. “The — very — theeng!”
“But I’m so soft-hearted,” I went insanely on, “that I should be sorry to see that happen to such fine fellows as you are. Come out of that, you little fraud behind there!” It was my betrayer skulking in the room. “Come out and line up with the rest! No, I’m not going to see you fellows dance on nothing; I’ve another kind of ball apiece for you, and one between ‘em for the Braithwaites!”
Well, I suppose I always had a nasty tongue in me, and rather enjoyed making play with it on provocation; but, if so, I met with my deserts that night. For the nigger of the Lady Jermyn lay all but hid behind Eva and me; if they saw him at all, they may have thought him drunk; but, as for myself, I had fairly forgotten his existence until the very moment came for showing my revolver, when it was twisted out of my grasp instead, and a ball sang under my arm as the brute fell back exhausted and the weapon clattered beside him. Before I could stoop for it there was a dead weight on my left arm, and Squire Rattray was over the table at a bound, with his arms jostling mine beneath Eva Denison’s senseless form.
“Leave her to me,” he cried fiercely. “You fool,” he added in a lower key, “do you think I’d let any harm come to her?”
I looked him in the bright and honest eyes that had made me trust him in the beginning. And I did not utterly distrust him yet. Rather was the guile on my side as I drew back and watched Rattray lift the young girl tenderly, and slowly carry her to the door by which she had entered and left the hall just twenty-four hours before. I could not take my eyes off them till they were gone. And when I looked for my revolver, it also had disappeared.
Jose had not got it — he lay insensible. Santos was whispering to Harris. Neither of them seemed armed. I made sure that Rattray had picked it up and carried it off with Eva. I looked wildly for some other weapon. Two unarmed men and a woman were all I had to deal with, for Braithwaite had long since vanished. Could I but knock the worthless life out of the men, I should have but the squire and his servants to deal with; and in that quarter I still had my hopes of a bloodless battle and a treaty of war.
A log fire was smouldering in the open grate. I darted to it, and had a heavy, half-burned brand whirling round my head next instant. Harris was the first within my reach. He came gamely at me with his fists. I sprang upon him, and struck him to the ground with one blow, the sparks flying far and wide as my smoking brand met the seaman’s skull. Santos was upon me next instant, and him, by sheer luck, I managed to serve the same; but I doubt whether either man was stunned; and I was standing ready for them to rise, when I felt myself seized round the neck from behind, and a mass of fluffy hair tickling my cheek, while a shrill voice set up a lusty scream for the squire.
I have said that the woman Braithwaite was of a sinister strength; but I had little dreamt how strong she really was. First it was her arms that wound themselves about my neck, long, sinuous, and supple as the tentacles of some vile monster; then, as I struggled, her thumbs were on my windpipe like pads of steel. Tighter she pressed, and tighter yet. My eyeballs started; my tongue lolled; I heard my brand drop, and through a mist I saw it picked up instantly. It crashed upon my skull as I still struggled vainly; again and again it came down mercilessly in the same place; until I felt as though a sponge of warm water had been squeezed over my head, and saw a hundred withered masks grinning sudden exultation into mine; but still the lean arm whirled, and the splinters flew, till I was blind with my blood and the seven senses were beaten out of me.
CHAPTER XVI. A DEADLOCK
It must have been midnight when I opened my eyes; a clock was striking as though it never would stop. My mouth seemed fire; a pungent flavor filled my nostrils; the wineglass felt cold against my teeth. “That’s more like it!” muttered a voice close to my ear. An arm was withdrawn from under my shoulders. I was allowed to sink back upon some pillows. And now I saw where I was. The room was large and poorly lighted. I lay in my clothes on an old four-poster bed. And my enemies were standing over me in a group.
“I hope you are satisfied!” sneered Joaquin Santos, with a flourish of his eternal cigarette.
“I am. You don’t do murder in my house, wherever else you may do it.”
“And now better lid ‘im to the nirrest polissstation; or weel you go and tell the poliss yourself?” asked the Portuguese, in the same tone of mordant irony.
“Ay, ay,” growled Harris; “that’s the next thing!”
“No,” said Rattray; “the next thing’s for you two to leave him to me.”
“We’ll see you damned!” cried the captain.
“No, no, my friend,” said Santos, with a shrug; “let him have his way. He is as fond of his skeen as you are of yours; he’ll come round to our way in the end. I know this Senhor Cole. It is necessary for ‘im to die. But it is not necessary this moment; let us live them together for a leetle beet.”
“That’s all I ask,” said Rattray.
“You won’t ask it twice,” rejoined Santos, shrugging. “I know this Senhor Cole. There is only one way of dilling with a man like that. Besides, he ‘as ‘alf-keeled my good Jose; it is necessary for ‘im to die.”
“I agree with the senhor,” said Harris, whose forehead was starred with sticking-plaster. “It’s him or us, an’ we’re all agen you, squire. You’ll have to give in, first or last.”
And the pair were gone; their steps grew faint in the corridor; when we could no longer hear them, Rattray closed the door and quietly locked it. Then he turned to me, stern enough, and pointed to the door with a hand that shook.
“You see how it is?”
“Perfectly.”
“They want to kill you!”
“Of course they do.”
“It’s your own fault; you’ve run yourself into this. I did my best to keep you out of it. But in you come, and spill first blood.”
“I don’t regret it,” said I.
“Oh, you’re damned mule enough not to regret anything!” cried Rattray. “I see the sort you are; yet but for me, I tell you plainly, you’d be a dead man now.”
“I can’t think why you interfered.”
“You’ve heard the reason. I won’t have murder done here if I can prevent it; so far I have; it rests with you whether I can go on preventing it or not.”
“With me, does it?”
He sat down on the side of the bed. He threw an arm to the far side of my body, and he leaned over me with savage eyes now staring into mine, now resting with a momentary gleam of pride upon my battered head. I put up my hand; it lit upon a very turban of bandages, and at that I tried to take his hand in mine. He shook it off, and his eyes met mine more fiercely than before.
“See here, Cole,” said he; “I don t know how the devil you got wind of anything to start with, and I don’t care. What I do know is that you’ve made bad enough a long chalk worse for all concerned, and you’
ll have to get yourself out of the mess you’ve got yourself into, and there’s only one way. I suppose Miss Denison has really told you everything this time? What’s that? Oh, yes, she’s all right again; no thanks to you. Now let’s hear what she did tell you. It’ll save time.”
I repeated the hurried disclosures made by Eva in the rhododendrons. He nodded grimly in confirmation of their truth.
“Yes, those are the rough facts. The game was started in Melbourne. My part was to wait at Ascension till the Lady Jermyn signalled herself, follow her in a schooner we had bought and pick up the gig with the gold aboard. Well, I did so; never mind the details now, and never mind the bloody massacre the others had made of it before I came up. God knows I was never a consenting party to that, though I know I’m responsible. I’m in this thing as deep as any of them. I’ve shared the risks and I’m going to share the plunder, and I’ll swing with the others if it ever comes to that. I deserve it hard enough. And so here we are, we three and the nigger, all four fit to swing in a row, as you were fool enough to tell us; and you step in and find out everything. What’s to be done? You know what the others want to do. I say it rests with you whether they do it or not. There’s only one other way of meeting the case.”
“What’s that?”
“Be in it yourself, man! Come in with me and split my share!”
I could have burst out laughing in his handsome, eager face; the good faith of this absurd proposal was so incongruously apparent; and so obviously genuine was the young villain’s anxiety for my consent. Become accessory after the fact in such a crime! Sell my silence for a price! I concealed my feelings with equal difficulty and resolution. I had plans of my own already, but I must gain time to think them over. Nor could I afford to quarrel with Rattray meanwhile.
“What was the haul?” I asked him, with the air of one not unprepared to consider the matter.
“Twelve thousand ounces!”
“Forty-eight thousand pounds, about?”
“Yes-yes.”
“And your share?”
“Fourteen thousand pounds. Santos takes twenty, and Harris and I fourteen thousand each.”
“And you offer me seven?”
“I do! I do!”
He was becoming more and more eager and excited. His eyes were brighter than I had ever seen them, but slightly bloodshot, and a coppery flush tinged his clear, sunburnt skin. I fancied he had been making somewhat free with the brandy. But loss of blood had cooled my brain; and, perhaps, natural perversity had also a share in the composure which grew upon me as it deserted my companion.
“Why make such a sacrifice?” said I, smiling. “Why not let them do as they like?”
“I’ve told you why! I’m not so bad as all that. I draw the line at bloody murder! Not a life should have been lost if I’d had my way. Besides, I’ve done all the dirty work by you, Cole; there’s been no help for it. We didn’t know whether you knew or not; it made all the difference to us; and somebody had to dog you and find out how much you did know. I was the only one who could possibly do it. God knows how I detested the job! I’m more ashamed of it than of worse things. I had to worm myself into your friendship; and, by Jove, you made me think you did know, but hadn’t let it out, and might any day. So then I got you up here, where you would be in our power if it was so; surely you can see every move? But this much I’ll swear — I had nothing to do with Jose breaking into your room at the hotel; they went behind me there, curse them! And when at last I found out for certain, down here, that you knew nothing after all, I was never more sincerely thankful in my life. I give you my word it took a load off my heart.”
“I know that,” I said. “I also know who broke into my room, and I’m glad I’m even with one of you.”
“It’s done you no good,” said Rattray. “Their first thought was to put you out of the way, and it’s more than ever their last. You see the sort of men you’ve got to deal with; and they’re three to one, counting the nigger; but if you go in with me they’ll only be three to two.”
He was manifestly anxious to save me in this fashion. And I suppose that most sensible men, in my dilemma, would at least have nursed or played upon good-will so lucky and so enduring. But there was always a twist in me that made me love (in my youth) to take the unexpected course; and it amused me the more to lead my young friend on.
“And where have you got this gold?” I asked him, in a low voice so promising that he instantly lowered his, and his eyes twinkled naughtily into mine.
“In the old tunnel that runs from this place nearly to the sea,” said he. “We Rattrays have always been a pretty warm lot, Cole, and in the old days we were the most festive smugglers on the coast; this tunnel’s a relic of ‘em, although it was only a tradition till I came into the property. I swore I’d find it, and when I’d done so I made the new connection which you shall see. I’m rather proud of it. And I won’t say I haven’t used the old drain once or twice after the fashion of my rude forefathers; but never was it such a godsend as it’s been this time. By Jove, it would be a sin if you didn’t come in with us, Cole; but for the lives these blackguards lost the thing’s gone splendidly; it would be a sin if you went and lost yours, whereas, if you come in, the two of us would be able to shake off those devils: we should be too strong for ‘em.”
“Seven thousand pounds!” I murmured. “Forty-eight thousand between us!”
“Yes, and nearly all of it down below, at this end of the tunnel, and the rest where we dropped it when we heard you were trying to bolt. We’d got it all at the other end, ready to pop aboard the schooner that’s lying there still, if you turned out to know anything and to have told what you knew to the police. There was always the possibility of that, you see; we simply daren’t show our noses at the bank until we knew how much you knew, and what you’d done or were thinking of doing. As it is, we can take ‘em the whole twelve thousand ounces, or rather I can, as soon as I like, in broad daylight. I’m a lucky digger. It’s all right. Everybody knows I’ve been out there. They’ll have to pay me over the counter; and if you wait in the cab, by the Lord Harry, I’ll pay you your seven thousand first! You don’t deserve it, Cole, but you shall have it, and between us we’ll see the others to blazes!”
He jumped up all excitement, and was at the door next instant.
“Stop!” I cried. “Where are you going?”
“Downstairs to tell them.”
“Tell them what?”
“That you’re going in with me, and it’s all right.”
“And do you really think I am?”
He had unlocked the door; after a pause I heard him lock it again. But I did not see his face until he returned to the bedside. And then it frightened me. It was distorted and discolored with rage and chagrin.
“You’ve been making a fool of me!” he cried fiercely.
“No, I have been considering the matter, Rattray.”
“And you won’t accept my offer?”
“Of course I won’t. I didn’t say I’d been considering that.”
He stood over me with clenched fists and starting eyes.
“Don’t you see that I want to save your life?” he cried. “Don’t you see that this is the only way? Do you suppose a murder more or less makes any difference to that lot downstairs? Are you really such a fool as to die rather than hold your tongue?”
“I won’t hold it for money, at all events,” said I. “But that’s what I was coming to.”
“Very well!” he interrupted. “You shall only pretend to touch it. All I want is to convince the others that it’s against your interest to split. Self-interest is the one motive they understand. Your bare word would be good enough for me.”
“Suppose I won’t give my bare word?” said I, in a gentle manner which I did not mean to be as irritating as it doubtless was. Yet his proposals and his assumptions were between them making me irritable in my turn.
“For Heaven’s sake don’t be such an idiot, Cole!” he burst out in a p
assion. “You know I’m against the others, and you know what they want, yet you do your best to put me on their side! You know what they are, and yet you hesitate! For the love of God be sensible; at least give me your word that you’ll hold your tongue for ever about all you know.”
“All right,” I said. “I’ll give you my word — my sacred promise, Rattray — on one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“That you let me take Miss Denison away from you, for good and all!”
His face was transformed with fury: honest passion faded from it and left it bloodless, deadly, sinister.
“Away from me?” said Rattray, through his teeth.
“From the lot of you.”
“I remember! You told me that night. Ha, ha, ha! You were in love with her — you — you!”
“That has nothing to do with it,” said I, shaking the bed with my anger and my agitation.
“I should hope not! You, indeed, to look at her!”
“Well,” I cried, “she may never love me; but at least she doesn’t loathe me as she loathes you — yes, and the sight of you, and your very name!”
So I drew blood for blood; and for an instant I thought he was going to make an end of it by incontinently killing me himself. His fists flew out. Had I been a whole man on my legs, he took care to tell me what he would have done, and to drive it home with a mouthful of the oaths which were conspicuously absent from his ordinary talk.
“You take advantage of your weakness, like any cur,” he wound up.
“And you of your strength — like the young bully you are!” I retorted.
“You do your best to make me one,” he answered bitterly. “I try to stand by you at all costs. I want to make amends to you, I want to prevent a crime. Yet there you lie and set your face against a compromise; and there you lie and taunt me with the thing that’s gall and wormwood to me already. I know I gave you provocation. And I know I’m rightly served. Why do you suppose I went into this accursed thing at all? Not for the gold, my boy, but for the girl! So she won’t look at me. And it serves me right. But — I say — do you really think she loathes me, Cole?”
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