<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><span>CHAPTER IX</span></h2>
<p>Of all that occurred after I became unconscious I am quite ignorant.
From the moment of my closing my eyes until six o'clock next morning my
mind is a perfect blank. All I remember is, that little by little I
became aware of a strange oscillation. It was as if my bed were being
tossed violently about, to the accompaniment of a noise like the
groaning of a thousand tormented souls.</p>
<p>"It will go off if I lie still," I said to myself. But instead, every
moment, it grew worse. At last, when I could bear it no longer, I opened
my eyes and looked about me. What I saw was calculated to afford me
considerable astonishment. I had imagined myself to be lying in the room
whence I had escaped, what I supposed to be a few hours before. I was
not there, however. The place in which I was lying was the cabin of a
ship, and was some<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</SPAN></span> nine feet long by six in width. Opposite the bunk in
which I lay, was the customary brass-bound port-hole, with a cushioned
settee, or locker, below it. The door was at the foot of the bed; a
wash-hand stand with a mirror above it stood against the bulkhead, there
was a narrow strip of faded carpet upon the floor, and when I have noted
these things I have furnished you with a detailed description of the
cabin. What the name of the vessel was and how I had got there were
questions I could not answer. One thing, however, was quite certain;
whatever else she might be, the ship was not a good sea boat. She rolled
abominably, and from the pounding noise on deck I gathered that she was
taking aboard more seas than was altogether comfortable. With my head
clanging like a ship's bell, I managed to scramble out of my bunk and
approach the port-hole. Constantly blurred though the glass was by the
waves that dashed against it, I was able to convince myself that there
was no land in sight. All I had before me was a confused, tumbling mass
of water, an expanse of cloud-covered sky, and once, when we rose upon a
particularly heavy sea, the fleeting picture of a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</SPAN></span> barque making
extremely bad weather of it, three miles or so distant.</p>
<p>Turning from the dismal scene, I tried the door, to find, as I had
expected, that it was locked. It was evident from this that though a
decided change had come over my affairs, I was still a prisoner. The
situation was both dispiriting and perplexing; my head, however, ached
too much to allow me to worry over it for very long. I accordingly
climbed back into my bunk and composed myself for sleep once more.
Success must have crowned my efforts, for when I woke again, the
comparative steadiness of the vessel convinced me that the weather had
taken a turn for the better. From a ray of sunlight that danced in and
out through the port-hole, it was plain that clouds, which had hitherto
covered the sky, had disappeared, and that there were hopes of better
weather. My headache had almost left me, and I felt that if I could
procure something to eat I should be almost myself once more. On looking
at my watch I found to my annoyance that it had stopped at five minutes
to six, so that I was unable to tell what the hour was. Once more<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</SPAN></span> I
climbed out of the bunk, and this time seated myself upon the settee.</p>
<p>I had not been there many minutes before the sound of voices reached my
ears. The speakers were in the saloon, so I gathered, and one of the
voices sounded strangely familiar to me. I tried to locate it, but for a
time was unable to do so. Then in a flash it occurred to me, and I
wondered that I had not recognised it before. It was the voice of Senor
Sargasta, the Countess's father, or at any rate her reputed father.</p>
<p>"I am still in their clutches," I said to myself, with something that
was very like despair, as I realised the meaning of this new discovery,
"but how on earth did they get me aboard this boat, and what are they
going to do with me now that they have got me here?"</p>
<p>The question was beyond me, however. I was compelled to leave it unanswered.</p>
<p>A few seconds later I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my cabin.
Then the door was unlocked and opened, and the grey-haired,
military-looking man, who had driven up with the Countess to the hotel<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</SPAN></span>
in Paris, and who had been introduced to London society as her parent,
entered the cabin. Behind him was the young Count Conrad, with the same
supercilious smile upon his face.</p>
<p>"Good-morning, my dear Sir George," said the elder man, with one of his
extraordinary bows. "I am rejoiced to find that your adventure of last
night has had no ill effect upon you. Allow me to offer you a hearty
welcome to this gallant vessel. I fear that she has not behaved herself
altogether as she might have done since you have been on board, but the
North Sea is at the best of times a discourteous host."</p>
<p>"So I am in the North Sea, am I?" said I to myself, as I registered that
piece of information in my mind. Then I continued aloud, "You have
played me a scurvy trick between you, and one that, if I ever get out of
this, will be likely to cause you a considerable amount of trouble."</p>
<p>The smile widened on Conrad's face. Evidently he thought the possibility
of my regaining my freedom was a very remote one.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"I am desolated to think that we should have so much inconvenienced
you," Sargasta replied. "But, alas, we had no option. However, we must
do our best to make your stay with us as pleasant as is compatible with
the circumstances. Doubtless you are hungry after your long fast. If so,
will you permit me to conduct you to the saloon, where you will find
that a meal has been prepared for you."</p>
<p>"You give me my liberty on board, then?" I said, with some surprise.</p>
<p>"Since we are clear of the coast, and provided of course that you do not
abuse it, we will do so to a certain extent," he replied. "Should you
give us a cause to regret our decision, nothing will remain but for us
to confine you to your cabin once more. Pray let me lead the way."</p>
<p>With a feeling of vague bewilderment, almost impossible to describe, I
followed them into the saloon, where I discovered, as he had said, that
a meal had been arranged for me. In spite of my sorry position, I found
that I possessed an excellent appetite and, in order that they might<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</SPAN></span>
not think that they had overawed me, I fell to work upon the joint
before me with an avidity that I flatter myself considerably surprised
them. Meanwhile the steamer rolled incessantly, until it looked as if
even the fiddles upon the table would be unable to keep my plate and
glass in position. Fortunately, I am an excellent sailor, otherwise I am
doubtful whether I should have been able to continue my meal. During its
progress the older man had seated himself near me, as if to make sure
that I did not cut my throat, or do myself any other mischief with the
knife I held in my hand. When I had finished he pointed to the deck above.</p>
<p>"Perhaps you would like to take a little fresh air," he shouted
politely, for the noise below was such that we could scarcely make each
other hear. "If so, permit me to be your escort."</p>
<p>In reply, I bowed and followed him along the saloon to the small
companion ladder which led to the deck above. It was a fine scene that
met our gaze as we opened the door and stepped out. I have already said
that the violence of the gale had abated somewhat,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</SPAN></span> but there was still
a sufficiently high sea running, to make it difficult to retain one's
footing without holding on to something. After the stuffiness of my
cabin, however, the pure air was vastly refreshing. As I stood in the
hatch I took stock of the vessel. She could not have been more than
fifteen hundred tons, and was as ancient a tub as could be safely
trusted to put to sea. She was the possessor of an old-fashioned poop,
from which two brass-railed ladders led down on either side to the deck
below. On the small bridge forrard I could catch a glimpse of the
officer of the watch, pacing to and fro, but at the distance I was from
him, it was impossible to say whether I was acquainted with him or not.</p>
<p>"Let us walk aft," bellowed the old gentleman in my ear.</p>
<p>I accordingly turned and staggered with him as far as the taffrail, then
forward again to the sheltered side of the deck. Here a surprise, to
which my discovery of the Countess in that suburban house was as
nothing, was in store for me. You will realize what I mean when I say
that, comfortably stretched<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</SPAN></span> out on deck-chairs on the lee side of the
hatch were three men, who one and all uttered exclamations of
astonishment on seeing me. As for me, I stood clutching the rails, and
staring at them as if they were spirits from the grave come to mock at
me. The man nearest to me was none other than the Commander-in-Chief,
who had disappeared so mysteriously from Lord Beckingdale's residence on
the night before the Aldershot review; next to him, with a rough
sou'wester tied under his chin, was the Honourable Benjamin Castellan,
Secretary of State for the Colonies, who had vanished shortly after I
had said good-night to him in Cockspur Street, and whom I had thought
never to see again; while furthest from me, and nearest the poop ladder,
a stubby grey beard covering his usually well-shaven chin, was my old
friend, General Woller, who had apparently been caught up into space at
Paddington Station, after his return from audience at Windsor. The
Colonial Secretary was the first to speak.</p>
<p>"Good Heavens, Manderville," he shouted, "is it you, or your ghost?"</p>
<p>"It is I, Manderville," I answered, as if<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</SPAN></span> the assertion were necessary.
"But you—we thought you were dead. How in the name of all that's
wonderful, did <i>you</i> get here?"</p>
<p>By this time they were all on their feet, holding on to the rail of the
hatch by one hand, shaking my hand by the other.</p>
<p>"That's too long a story to tell you now," said the Commander-in-Chief.
"The question is, how did you get here?"</p>
<p>I could furnish them with no answer to that question, but referred them
to the men who had kidnapped me. Meanwhile, the old Italian stood a few
paces away, holding on to the rail and watching us. Even by this time I
had not recovered from my surprise. In London we had all looked upon
them as dead men, and now to find them my companions on a small steamer
on the high seas, was almost too great a surprise.</p>
<p>"It seems beyond belief to find you here," I said, as we made our way
back to the shelter of the companion hatch, where there was comparative
silence. "The almost universal belief in England is that you have been
murdered by Anarchists."</p>
<p>"We might as well have been," Woller<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</SPAN></span> replied gloomily. "Until Castellan
came, I was alone upon this tub, and you can imagine the sort of life I led."</p>
<p>"I can imagine all sorts of things," I replied. "But I want to hear your
story. The others have doubtless told you how completely your
disappearance puzzled us, Woller? We traced you as far as Paddington,
and then lost sight of you altogether. It was said that you had taken a
cab in the station yard and had driven away in it, but no trace of the
driver could ever be discovered, in spite of the large rewards we offered."</p>
<p>"No one saw me drive away from Paddington," he answered, "for the simple
reason that I walked from the station. They must have mistaken me for
some one else. The scheme which brought about my destruction was, I must
admit, a singularly ingenious one, if there is any comfort to be derived
from that fact, and yet it was simplicity itself. As you are aware, the
train by which I left Windsor, after stopping at Slough, does not do so
again, except for ticket collecting, until it reaches Paddington. I
should here mention that before leaving London that morning for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</SPAN></span>
Windsor, I had received a note from my old friend, Mrs Marchingham, who
is a great invalid, and whose son is at the Front, asking me if I could
possibly spare the time to call upon her in order to wish her good-bye.
On receipt of her letter I telegraphed to her saying that I would make
every endeavour to comply with her request. It would have been strange
had I not, for we had been playfellows as children, and had always been
on the most affectionate terms."</p>
<p>"One moment," I said, for an idea had struck me. "If you telegraphed to
her, how was it that the Department did not make us aware of the fact?
We caused every enquiry to be made."</p>
<p>"Because I signed the telegram with my Christian name, and I am quite
certain that no one recognised me at the Post-Office," he replied, and
then continued his story.</p>
<p>"Well, as soon as I reached Paddington on my return from Windsor, I
alighted from the train, and remembering that Exminster Terrace, where
my old friend's residence is situated, is only a short distance from the
station, I did not take a cab. On reaching the house, the front<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</SPAN></span> door
was opened to me by a neat maid-servant, who informed me that Mrs
Marchingham was at home, and was expecting me. I accordingly followed
her upstairs to the drawing-room where I waited, while the maid informed
me that she would acquaint her mistress of my arrival. I might here
explain that the drawing-room is a double one, and that the portion into
which I was shown was at the back of the house, and overlooked the
garden. The double doors were closed and heavy curtains draped either
side of the window. Having no thought of treachery, I was standing
beside the fire, waiting for my old friend to make her appearance, when
two men suddenly emerged from behind the curtains, and pointed revolvers
at me. One was the young Count Reiffenburg, cousin to the famous
Countess de Venetza, of Wiltshire House, the other I had never seen
before. In answer to my demands to be informed what their conduct meant,
they told me that I was their prisoner, that Mrs Marchingham was abroad,
and that they were her tenants for the time being. The letter I had
received was a forgery. Had there been the least chance of escape, or
had it been possible<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</SPAN></span> for me to defy them, I should have done so, but
one glance was sufficient to show me that the case was hopeless. That
night I was drugged, and when I recovered my senses I found myself on
board this vessel, though how I got here I cannot say. Such is the
unvarnished record of my adventures."</p>
<p>Turning to the Colonial Secretary, I asked him to make me acquainted
with his story.</p>
<p>"I am afraid that mine is rather more prosaic," he answered. "You will
remember that on the night of my disappearance you and I walked together
as far as Cockspur Street. There we stood talking upon the pavement for
a short time, after which I wished you good-night and went down one of
the side streets leading to Carlton House Terrace. I do not know whether
you can recall the occurrence, but just before we bade each other
good-night, an old woman passed us?"</p>
<p>I admitted that I remembered the fact, whereupon he continued:</p>
<p>"That old woman's presence in the passage had escaped my memory when I
entered it. I had not advanced twenty paces, however, before I saw her
turn and come towards me.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</SPAN></span> I was quite prepared for her to beg, and I
was not disappointed. She implored me to give her a trifle in order that
she might obtain a lodging for the night. Producing a coin, I was about
to hand it to her, when something was slipped over my head from behind,
and tightened round my neck. In such cases thought is quicker than
action, and in a flash I realized that I was being garrotted. I have a
vague recollection of being picked up and carried into a house close by,
and then my senses left me and I remembered no more until I found myself
on board this ship. My astonishment at finding Woller here to greet me
may be better imagined than described. One night we came to anchor off
the coast, though at what particular spot I cannot say, and next morning
we discovered that the Commander-in-Chief had become one of our party.
Now you had better ask him for his story."</p>
<p>I was about to do so when Sargasta who, as I have said, had all the time
been standing near us, stated that it was time for us to return to our
cabins. I wondered at the ready obedience that was given to his orders,
but my wonderment did not last long,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</SPAN></span> when a man stepped from a spot
alongside the mizzen-mast and I saw that he carried a rifle in his hand.
We accordingly descended the companion ladder in single file, and once
more entered the saloon. It was then that I discovered that two of our
state cabins were on one side and two on the other, all of which when we
were in them were kept securely locked.</p>
<p>When I was once more a prisoner in my cabin, I sat myself down upon the
locker and endeavoured to appreciate my position. In whatever way one
looked at it, it was far from being an enviable one. What our fate was
to be it was difficult to see. Was it possible our captors intended to
maroon us in some desolate region, or did they intend doing away with us
altogether on the High Seas? In the latter case we should perish without
a chance of helping ourselves, and our friends would remain in ignorance
of our fate for ever. If we could only manage to communicate with the
outside world, it might then be possible to capture the diabolical woman
who was at the head of the affair. I felt that I could almost meet death
complacently were I able<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</SPAN></span> to bring about that happy circumstance. When I
thought of all that had happened to me through her agency, I was nearly
beside myself with contempt for having allowed myself to be so easily trapped.</p>
<p>So old-fashioned was the vessel that when darkness fell, instead of the
electric light, an oil lamp was inserted in the receptacle outside the
door. It had not been there very long before the door was unlocked, and
a man whom I had not before seen, informed me that supper was upon the
table. Eager to meet my comrades once more, I hastened into the saloon
to find the Commander-in-Chief seated on one side of the table with
Conrad beside him. I was invited to take my place on the other side,
next to that occupied by Senor Sargasta. The violence of the sea had
abated considerably, though the use of the fiddles had still to be
retained. I looked about me for a sign of the Colonial Secretary and
Woller, but as they were not present, I came to the conclusion that our
gaolers were adopting, what must have struck them as being a very
necessary precaution, namely, dividing our party into two portions.
This<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</SPAN></span> proved to be the case, for from that time forward, we were not
permitted to take either our meals or our exercise together. The
Commander-in-Chief and I were to be companions; the Colonial Secretary
and Woller following suite. By this course the danger of any rising on
our part was reduced by one half, while the strain of guarding us was
not nearly so great.</p>
<p>During the progress of the meal, scarcely a word was spoken. We waited
upon ourselves, and it was only when something that did not happen to be
on the table was required, that the man who had called me to the meal
made his appearance. After supper was over, we were informed that we
might go on deck if we pleased, and, needless to say, we eagerly
embraced the opportunity. Having donned our hats, we once more made our
way to the companion ladder.</p>
<p>It was a brilliant moonlight night; scarcely a cloud was to be seen in
the sky, while the wind and sea were abating every hour. Arm-in-arm we
began to pace the deck, at the same time noticing the fact that the man
with the rifle was as usual stationed near the poop-rail.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"It is evident that no precaution is to be omitted," said the
Commander-in-Chief, with a bitter laugh. "I wonder what our friends in
England would say if they could see us now?"</p>
<p>"I wonder what they would say," I replied, "if they knew who was at the
bottom of it all? I suppose the Countess de Venetza is still giving her
charming little dinners at Wiltshire House, and is still talking so
regretfully of the losses England has sustained by reason of the
disappearance of her prominent officials. Heaven send that Rotherhithe
finds her out in time!"</p>
<p>"What do you mean?" my companion asked. "Why should he find her out?"</p>
<p>Then I remembered that Rotherhithe's engagement to the Countess had been
announced since the Commander-in-Chief's disappearance, whereupon I made
him acquainted with the facts of the case, and in doing so gave him a
description of the dinner at Wiltshire House, which had been the
preliminary to my capture.</p>
<p>"If we could only find some means of making the world aware of what we
have discovered," he said, after a few moments' silence.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"That's what I was thinking this afternoon," I replied. "It appears to
be impossible, however. If we were to throw a message overboard, it is a
million to one against its being picked up or believed, while if we were
in any way to attempt to attract the attention of a passing vessel, we
should in all probability be dead men before they could come to our assistance."</p>
<p>"Be careful not to speak too loud," said my companion. "That fellow at
the rail possesses sharp ears. You may be sure he will report anything
he may regard as suspicious in our conversation or behaviour."</p>
<p>"By the way," I said, "I have not yet been told how your capture was
effected. Had the man I saw in the wood, and whose presence I reported
to Beckingdale, anything to do with it?"</p>
<p>"I am quite sure he had," was the reply. "In point of fact I incline to
the belief that he was the ringleader in the whole affair. Taken
altogether, it was not a very brilliant piece of work, and I have never
ceased to be angry with myself for having been taken in so easily. But
that is our general complaint.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</SPAN></span> In its simplicity, however, lay its
greatest chance of success. I can see that now."</p>
<p>"My own affair was simple enough. Observe how it succeeded. Now give me the details."</p>
<p>"You shall have them. Doubtless you remember the fact that I was paying
my first visit to Lord Beckingdale's new house. I had stayed at his old
residence before it was burnt down, but had never been there since the
restoration. That will be sufficient to account for my ignorance of its
general plan. On the night of which I am speaking, I was located, as you
will recollect, in the South Wing. Where Beckingdale's own quarters were
I have no idea, and, as you may suppose, since then I have had no
opportunity of finding out. I forget whether I mentioned the fact to you
that I had brought a new man down with me. Poor old Simmons no longer
felt equal to his work, and in consequence I had been compelled to
engage a new man—a thing I hate doing. The fresh importation, however,
seemed a very quiet and respectable fellow, and he had just completed
his first month's service with me, when my visit to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</SPAN></span> Aldershot was
arranged. On the evening in question I was tired, and dismissed him as
quickly as possible. I don't think my head had been upon the pillow for
more than five minutes before I was fast asleep. How long I slept I have
no idea, I only know that I suddenly awoke to find my servant standing
beside my bed, looking as if he himself had been hastily aroused from sleep.</p>
<p>"'What is it?' I asked as soon as I was able to say anything. 'What
brings you here at this hour of the night?'</p>
<p>"'A message from his Lordship, sir,' the man replied in a low voice.
'His servant called me up to come and tell you that his Lordship would
be glad if you would go to him as soon as possible in his study. A
messenger has arrived from London with most serious intelligence. The
other gentlemen have been roused, and his Lordship begs that you will
not lose a moment in joining them. He would ask you to be as quiet as
possible, in order that the ladies may not be alarmed.'</p>
<p>"'Have you any idea what the news is?' I enquired, as I got out of bed,
for I thought it was just possible that Beckingdale's servant<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</SPAN></span> might
have said something to him when giving him the message.</p>
<p>"'No, sir,' he replied; 'I have no notion, except that it is very
serious. His Lordship's man, sir, went so far as to say that all London
is in an uproar.'</p>
<p>"Without more ado I sprang from my bed and commenced dressing. In a very
few minutes I was sufficiently presentable to proceed on my errand.</p>
<p>"'Where did you say Lord Beckingdale is?' I asked, as we prepared to
leave the room.</p>
<p>"'In his study, sir,' the man replied. 'If you will allow me I will take you to him.'</p>
<p>"Bidding him step quietly so that the rest of the household should not
be disturbed, I followed him from the room, and down the passage in the
direction of the hall. A faint glimmer of light illumined the passage,
so that we were able to make our way along it without the assistance of
a lamp or candle. Having reached the gallery, my man did not descend by
the stairs to the hall below, but branched off down a side passage into
a portion of the house I had not yet penetrated. Having passed along
another corridor, we <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</SPAN></span>approached a door before which he paused. Still
with the utmost respect, he opened it very quietly, and bowed as if for
me to enter. Never for a moment suspecting such a thing as treachery, I
did so, and, a moment later, had received a blow on the head, and was
lying upon the floor, insensible. I can leave you, Manderville, to
estimate the daring of the trick that had been played upon me. I have no
doubt that it was with the deliberate intention of taking part in it
that that wretched valet had entered my service. Little did I think,
when I congratulated myself upon having secured him, that he was
ultimately to bring about my ruin."</p>
<p>"But do you mean to tell me that, while we were all asleep, the very man
whom I had seen watching the house from the plantation, and against whom
I had warned Beckingdale, had entered it and taken possession of one of
the rooms, in order to kidnap his most important guest?"</p>
<p>"I do mean it," he replied. "Improbable, impossible, though it may
appear, it was certainly the case."</p>
<p>"And what happened to you afterwards?<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</SPAN></span> Remember the house was guarded by
the police, and that, as soon as your disappearance was made known, the
country for miles around was scoured in search of you."</p>
<p>"It was not of the least use, for I did not leave the place until two
days later," he replied. "As a matter of fact, for more than forty-eight
hours I lay concealed, wishing myself dead, between the roof and the
ceiling of that quaint old summer-house on the little knoll at the
further end of the lake. How they got me there I cannot say, but that I
was there and was prevented from making my presence known, even though
my friends searched the room below for me, is as true as I am talking to
you now. Then, when the search must have lost some of its energy, I was
brought down in the dead of the night, carried through the wood, and
placed in a conveyance of some sort, which immediately drove away with
me. Shortly before daybreak we arrived at a house standing a good
distance back from the road. From what I could see of it, it was a
ramshackle old place, but the man who owned it, or at any rate the
individual who came out to meet<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</SPAN></span> us, seemed to be on familiar terms with
my guards. He helped them to escort me into the house, and, if I am not
mistaken, he himself locked the door of the small room in which I was to
be confined for the next twenty hours. At the end of that time, still
powerless to help myself, I was once more brought downstairs and placed
in the cart. Again we drove off, and, for six hours, I suffered every
imaginable torture. My hands and feet were tightly bound, and my mouth
was secured so that I could not utter a cry for help. The cords used
lacerated my wrists and ankles, while my head ached from the violence of
the blow it had received on the night of my abduction. At last the cart
stopped, and one of the men sprang out. A voice asked a question in
Italian, then there was the sound of some one moving away, after which
not a word was spoken for upwards of half-an-hour. At the end of that
time the man who had absented himself returned and said in English, "It
is all right." An interval of whispering followed, and then I was lifted
out and placed upon the ground.</p>
<p>"'Not a word as you value your life,' said a voice, which I recognised
as belonging to Count<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</SPAN></span> Reiffenburg. 'If you speak, you're a dead man.'</p>
<p>"Another man took his place beside me and we entered a small field,
crossed it, and then passed through a thick pine wood, which in its turn
led up to some sandhills, whence we could see the moonlit waters of the
Bay. A fishing-boat was being put out, and towards it my captors hurried
me. Where the place was or whither they were taking me, I could not
imagine, nor did I dare to offer any expostulation. I merely took my
seat in the boat and waited to see what would happen. A quarter of an
hour or so later, under the influence of a steady breeze, we were
outside the Bay, making for the open sea. As the sun was in the act of
rising, we saw a steamer heading in our direction. It proved to be this
vessel, and when we were alongside, I was immediately transferred to
her, Reiffenburg returning to the shore. You must picture for yourself
my surprise at finding Woller and Castellan aboard her. Now you know my
story. If any one had told me a month ago that I should figure in such
an affair, I should not have believed them."</p>
<p>"Another illustration of the old saying<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</SPAN></span> that the unexpected always
happens," I replied.</p>
<p>"If we are fortunate enough to see our friends again, we shall have some
extraordinary stories to tell," said the Commander-in-Chief. "The
question is, however, shall we ever see them again?"</p>
<p>"That remains to be proved," I answered. "We must put our wits to work
to see what can be done."</p>
<p>The words had scarcely left my lips, before young Reiffenburg appeared
upon the scene and abruptly informed us that our promenade was at an
end, and that it behoved us to return to our cabins, in order that our
companions, who had just finished their meal, might take our places. We
followed his instructions, and made our way slowly to the saloon below,
half hoping that we should have a chance of exchanging a few words with
our friends. They were not there, however, having been ordered to their
cabins so that we should not meet. There was nothing for it, therefore,
but to bid each other good-night, and to retire to our respective
state-rooms with as good grace as possible.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Next morning, after breakfast, we were allowed on deck again for an
hour, also after luncheon, and again in the evening. During the progress
of the latter meal I was struck by the expression on the
Commander-in-Chief's face. It was as if he were suffering from a severe
attack of suppressed excitement. He fidgeted uneasily in his seat, and
seemed to experience great difficulty in eating the food set before him.
This excitement found vent while we were in the companion ladder on our
way to the deck above. Half-way up he took me by the arm and said in a
hoarse whisper—</p>
<p>"My God! Manderville, quite by chance to-day, I have discovered the most
diabolical plot ever hatched by mortal man."</p>
<p>"Then be careful," I returned, "that they do not suspect you of knowing
it. Wait until we are safely out of ear-shot before you say anything to
me on the subject."</p>
<p>When we reached the deck we found the sentry on guard as usual. We
accordingly walked aft, and had paced the poop two or three times before
I would permit the Commander-in-Chief to unfold his tale. Then leaning
upon the taffrail,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</SPAN></span> and looking at the white streak of our wake, I asked
him what he had discovered.</p>
<p>"The most villainous plot, imaginable," he replied. "You will remember
that Reiffenburg left the saloon before we had finished luncheon this
afternoon, and that I was the first to go up on deck. You will also
recall the fact that the fellow with the rifle kept close to us while we
were on deck, so that it was impossible for me to tell you what I had
heard. On reaching the top of the companion, I found Reiffenburg and the
dark man who acts as steward, and yet who seems to be on such familiar
terms with them, in close conversation beside the door."</p>
<p>"What were they talking about?"</p>
<p>"Even now I can only hazard a conjecture," he answered. "What I heard
Reiffenburg say was this, word for word: '<i>Fully wound up she will run
for an hour. Then will come the explosion. Sixty minutes exactly after
it has been placed in the stokehole, it will blow the bottom out, and
she will go down like a stone.</i>' On hearing this the other paused for a
moment, then he said:</p>
<p>"'When do you think it will be?'</p>
<p>"'<i>The day after to-morrow</i>,' Reiffenburg<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</SPAN></span> replied. '<i>If all goes well,
and she keeps to the arrangement, she should be in sight.</i>' When he had
said this he strolled away towards the poop ladder, while the other took
up his position, with his rifle, alongside the mizzen-mast, preparatory
to our coming on deck."</p>
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