Part 48 (1/2)
The owner emerged later. His face didn't read off at all, so I fell back on his c.o.x, 'oo'd been eight years with him and knew him better than boat signals. Lamson--that was the c.o.x's name--crossed 'is bows once or twice at low speeds an' dropped down to me visibly concerned. 'He's s.h.i.+pped 'is court-martial face,' says Lamson. 'Some one's goin' to be 'ung. I've never seen that look but once before when they chucked the gun-sights overboard in the _Fantastic_.' Throwin' gun-sights overboard, Mr. Hooper, is the equivalent for mutiny in these degenerate days. It's done to attract the notice of the authorities an' the _Western Mornin' News_--generally by a stoker. Naturally, word went round the lower deck an' we had a private over'aul of our little consciences. But, barrin' a s.h.i.+rt which a second- cla.s.s stoker said 'ad walked into 'is bag from the marines flat by itself, nothin' vital transpired. The owner went about flyin' the signal for 'attend public execution,' so to say, but there was no corpse at the yardarm. 'E lunched on the beach an' 'e returned with 'is regulation harbour-routine face about 3 P. M. Thus Lamson lost prestige for raising false alarms. The only person 'oo might 'ave connected the epicycloidal gears correctly was one Pyecroft, when he was told that Mr. Vickery would go up country that same evening to take over certain naval ammunition left after the war in Bloemfontein Fort. No details was ordered to accompany Master Vickery. He was told off first person singular--as a unit---by himself.”
The marine whistled penetratingly.
”That's what I thought,” said Pyecroft. ”I went ash.o.r.e with him in the cutter an' 'e asked me to walk through the station. He was clickin'
audibly, but otherwise seemed happy-ish.
”'You might like to know,' he says, stoppin' just opposite the Admiral's front gate, 'that Phyllis's Circus will be performin' at Worcester to-morrow night. So I shall see 'er yet once again. You've been very patient with me,' he says.
”'Look here, Vickery,' I said, 'this thing's come to be just as much as I can stand. Consume your own smoke. I don't want to know any more.'
”'You!' he said. 'What have you got to complain of?--you've only 'ad to watch. I'm _it_,' he says, 'but that's neither here nor there,' he says.
'I've one thing to say before shakin' 'ands. Remember,' 'e says--we were just by the Admiral's garden-gate then--'remember, that I am _not_ a murderer, because my lawful wife died in childbed six weeks after I came out. That much at least I am clear of,' 'e says.
”'Then what have you done that signifies?' I said. 'What's the rest of it?'
”'The rest,' 'e says, 'is silence,' an' he shook 'ands and went clickin'
into Simons Town station.”
”Did he stop to see Mrs. Bathurst at Worcester?” I asked.
”It's not known. He reported at Bloemfontein, saw the ammunition into the trucks, and then 'e disappeared. Went out--deserted, if you care to put it so--within eighteen months of his pension, an' if what 'e said about 'is wife was true he was a free man as 'e then stood. How do you read it off?”
”Poor devil!” said Hooper. ”To see her that way every night! I wonder what it was.”
”I've made my 'ead ache in that direction many a long night.”
”But I'll swear Mrs. B. 'ad no 'and in it,” said the Sergeant unshaken.
”No. Whatever the wrong or deceit was, he did it, I'm sure o' that. I 'ad to look at 'is face for five consecutive nights. I'm not so fond o'
navigatin' about Cape Town with a South-Easter blowin' these days. I can hear those teeth click, so to say.”
”Ah, those teeth,” said Hooper, and his hand went to his waistcoat pocket once more. ”Permanent things false teeth are. You read about 'em in all the murder trials.”
”What d'you suppose the captain knew--or did?” I asked.
”I never turned my searchlight that way,” Pyecroft answered unblus.h.i.+ngly.
We all reflected together, and drummed on empty beer bottles as the picnic-party, sunburned, wet, and sandy, pa.s.sed our door singing ”The Honeysuckle and the Bee.”
”Pretty girl under that kapje,” said Pyecroft.
”They never circulated his description?” said Pritchard.
”I was askin' you before these gentlemen came,” said Hooper to me, ”whether you knew w.a.n.kies--on the way to the Zambesi--beyond Buluwayo?”
”Would he pa.s.s there--tryin' to get to that Lake what's 'is name?” said Pritchard.
Hooper shook his head and went on: ”There's a curious bit o' line there, you see. It runs through solid teak forest--a sort o' mahogany really-- seventy-two miles without a curve. I've had a train derailed there twenty- three times in forty miles. I was up there a month ago relievin' a sick inspector, you see. He told me to look out for a couple of tramps in the teak.”