Loneliness. Never had he known anything like this before. A sudden inexplicable1 craving2 for crowds, talk, laughter ... women! With Bob at his elbow, night after night, he hadn't been conscious of a void in his life. Woman. No doubt he was a madman, a kind of super-madman, to have held out as long as he had. Nerves. It was quite possible that the craving would subside3 and he would become normal, once his raw nerves had steadied down.
His errand was in jeopardy4. He would soon need all of his cunning, all his strength, to pull through. He had set for himself something more than the mere5 r?le of a[Pg 61] secret messenger. He had buckled6 on the sword of Nemesis7. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. He was letting his grief dig in too deeply. He must find some diversion shortly or he was done for.
He had had to fight Morgan bitterly to win his point. Morgan maintained that the arrival of the blue-print in Washington would be vengeance8 enough for any reasonable man. In the end, however, he had surrendered, reluctantly agreed not to disturb the passengers beyond careful scrutiny9 of their passports. But why had the taciturn Morgan chuckled10, thwacked him jovially11 on the shoulder, and continued chuckling12 as he went down the gang-plank just before it was hauled aboard? Mathison was still mystified over this peculiar13 conduct.
Anyhow, one thing was off his mind. That long, thick manila envelope was in the purser's safe. It did not matter that the purser might still be cudgeling his brains as to the why and wherefore of the remarkable14 decorations on the face of that envelope for which the owner had not required a receipt of deposit.
There were twenty-one first-class [Pg 62]passengers and eighty steerage. Mathison had applied16 himself intensively to the memorization of the twelve descriptions in that little red book of Hallowell's. None of the first-class passengers tallied17. It was conceivable that his enemies would keep under cover until they were ready to strike; and nowhere could they keep hidden so well as in the steerage, among the Chinese, Japanese, Filipinos, and Russians.
They had found Paolo in the Pasig River, a hundred gold in his pocket, conclusive18 evidence of two things—that the servant had betrayed his master and had known too much for the safety of the men who had bribed19 him.
Mathison knocked the dottle from his pipe, turned toward the smoking-room, when he saw a book coming along the deck, flopping20 and bumping like a gull21 with a broken wing. He recovered it. Probably it belonged to some passenger aft the smoke-room. The Life of the Bee: Maeterlinck. There was nothing on the fly-leaf to indicate the ownership, however. He tucked it under his arm and walked aft.
In a steamer-chair between the port and[Pg 63] starboard projections22 of the deck-house was a woman. He recognized her as the old lady who occupied the cabin opposite to his on the main deck. A gray cashmere shawl was wrapped about her head and shoulders. The rest of her body was snug23 in the folds of a plaid rug. A wisp of gray hair, the sport of the wind, was fluttering, now across her forehead, now above the edge of the shawl. She wore a pair of mandarin24 spectacles with amber25 lenses. Mathison could not tell whether she was asleep or awake. Nevertheless he approached. The craving for companionship was not to be denied.
"I beg your pardon," he began, "but perhaps this book is yours. It came galloping26 around to starboard from this direction."
"Thank you. I saw it start on its journey, but I was too lazy to go after it." She held out her hand—concealed in a gray cotton glove—and he laid the book on it.
It did not occur to him then, but it did later, that the voice was singularly rich and full for one who appeared to be well along in the 'sixties. But he was not unaware27 of the fact that breeding and education may preserve the tonal quality of a voice through life.
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"You ought to have a chair in a more comfortable place," he suggested; "out where the sun is."
"That's just my difficulty. The sun bothers my eyes, and I'm obliged to find nooks where it cannot reach me. We old folks have to be careful. Won't you sit down?"
He opened a chair and sat on the foot-rest, conscious of a vague exhilaration; it was the human look of her and the human sound of her voice.
"My name is Mathison."
"And mine is Chester—Mrs. Hattie M. Chester. My cabin is opposite yours. If a submarine should pop up, you'll promise to come for me?"
"I promise. But there won't be any subs over here except in dreams."
"Something to scare naughty children with. I see."
The hint of raillery convinced Mathison that there was a vigorous, fearless personality under the shawl and the rug. What a curious spot to select! Swinging gray shadows that passed and repassed, baffling scrutiny in a most amazing manner.
The conversation turned upon the war,[Pg 65] and here again she surprised him by her clear understanding of what was happening to the world.
"You've a son over in France?" he ventured.
"No, unfortunately. But if I had a thousand sons, I'd disown them one and all if they weren't over there. Once upon a time white men worshiped many gods. To-day where are they? To-morrow we shall laugh when one speaks of kings. The Teuton idea did not invade Belgium so much as it dug its own grave.... Oh, if I were a man!"
Mathison smiled—something he hadn't expected ever to do again! He asked her what she was doing alone in this part of the world. She had had a nervous breakdown28 in the spring, and her doctor had advised her to take a long sea voyage.
"And where else could I take a sea voyage? I always wanted to see India, China, Japan. I suppose you are going back to enlist29?"
"No, I am going home to fight. I am already in the service."
"What arm?"
"The navy. I have been transferred to[Pg 66] the Atlantic," he admitted, frankly30. "I'm to command a destroyer in British waters."
"Splendid! And you are traveling in mufti?"
"A special dispensation." He sought a safer channel. "You are rather brave, to tour this part of the world these days."
"Gray hairs go safely anywhere. Besides, I've a French maid who is something of a grenadier. I am not afraid of anything ... except ghosts!"
This time Mathison laughed. He was positively31 enjoying himself. Then he recollected32 that he hadn't fed Malachi. He rose.
"I've a little parrakeet in the cabin, and I've forgotten to feed him."
"Does he talk?"
"In three languages—Hindustani, Spanish, and Yankee."
"Bring him up. One like those I saw in Agra, flying about in the ruined fort?"
"Yes; green, with a lemon collar. I'll bring him up this afternoon at tea."
"To-morrow morning. The sun is in this corner in the afternoon."
"You ought to walk."
"I shall ... at night."
"I'll bring the bird up to-morrow, then."
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"And thanks for returning the book."
This was the beginning of what may be written down as one of the most amazing situations ever devised by Fate. The woman behind those amber spectacles was young, and it was the youth of her that drew Mathison, though he was utterly33 unconscious of this fact—drew him morning after morning as the magnetic pole draws the needle of the compass.
By the time the ship reached Honolulu and went on his depression was a thing of memory; his nerves became normal; he was more alive than he had been in years. With all the cunning of her superb art she made her lure34 one of motherhood, so irresistible35 that he no longer bothered his head over her avoidance of sunlight or the fact that if he saw her at night it was by the port rail, her back to the moonshine. There was one clear thought regarding her: what a comrade she must have been to the man she once called husband! Whimsical, deeply learned, sound in philosophy, humorous, and unafraid: she made him think of his mother; and all the tenderness he had bottled up in his lonely heart these fourteen years went out to her. Lightly he fell into[Pg 68] the habit of calling her Mother, and in her turn she called him Boy.
For all the pleasure and satisfaction he found in this companionship, there was a line and he never crossed it. Of his own affairs he was remarkably36 reserved. Several times—merely as a test—she laid traps for him, but each time he evaded37 them. Morgan—to whom she had gone sensibly with a frank confession—had summed up this odd handsome young man: "He is likely to fool you. Under that amiable38 exterior39 there is a lot of blood and iron stuff. Always keep that in mind. Just now he is in a bad shape. Get him out of it. He's a bit of a mollycoddle40 where women are concerned, but among men he is an ace15."
Had Mathison been of her world—a world to which she was returning gladly, though she had left it indifferently enough—he would soon have seen through her art, clever and vigilant41 as it was. She could not disguise the slender youthfulness of her foot. No hand sixty-odd years old could be so firmly fleshed. The gray glove hid nothing. But his guilelessness served to carry her over a rather shaky bridge.
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On the third night out of Honolulu—it was near eleven—Mathison stood in the little shelter between one of the life-boats and the rail, whence he could look down into the waist, at the recumbent forms of the steerage passengers who were sleeping on deck. Night after night he had watched from this lookout42; but moonlight and starlight had a way of dissolving and blotting43 out salients.
To-night, however, his persistence44 was rewarded. From the black rectangle of the companion door a Chinese woman, apparently45 of high caste, stepped forth46. She stood poised47 for a moment, then trotted48 across to starboard and laid her arms on the broad teak rail. She wore a radiant jacket, full of gold thread which caught the moonshine and threw it back—a spider-web hung with dew. She was smoking a cigarette.
He knew China; and suddenly he sensed something wrong, and discovered the flaw. No Chinese woman, high or low, ever wore such a thing on her head. Mathison couldn't have named it; but a white woman would have had no difficulty. It was a dainty boudoir cap.
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One of the recumbent forms on the deck rose slowly. A big man, with blouse, boots, and cap of the Russian soldier; the peak of the cap was drawn49 well down. He lounged over to the Chinese woman, and the two began to talk. Presently Mathison heard the woman laugh. It was unmistakably Occidental laughter.
So! For a long time Mathison stared, but he was too far away to gather an impression such as might count in the future. Sooner or later he would see the face of this Chinese woman who laughed—white. He would never forget Morgan's description of the woman called The Yellow Typhoon ... the woman who had tried to break Bob Hallowell and might have been one of the contributing causes of his death. Old Bob! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Let them begin the play. He was ready.
He had reasoned, and with sound logic50, that his enemies might not strike at all while crossing, to lull51 him into a false sense of security, so that once they stepped ashore52 they might find he had grown careless, overconfident. One thing, they would never be able to get into his cabin when he was out[Pg 71] of it. The night and day stewards—dependable Japs—had been liberally subsidized. One or the other was invariably on guard up to the hour Mathison turned in for the night. With the Manila envelope in the purser's safe, the human wall around his cabin, an attack would have small chance of success. No doubt they were already aware of his precautions.
On the night before making San Francisco, however, he was given an insight as to the patience and Machiavellian54 range of the Teuton forces opposing him. It was twelve when he turned in—an hour later than usual. As he came abreast55 his cabin companionway, he stopped, rocked to the bottom of his soul. The Japanese steward53 was plunging56 toward him at top speed. Mathison spread out his arms, but the little brown man dipped, eluded57 him, and flashed up the main companion.
Against the opposite side of the cabin companionway stood the gray lady ... Malachi's cage hugged tightly to her bosom58!
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