There are others who are not sailors, speaking one of the half-dozen tongues of eastern Europe, of which the average educated Briton does not even know the name, whose lives are bounded on the west by Aldgate Pump, on the east by the Dock Gates, on the north by Houndsditch, and on the south by St. Katherine's Dock and Tower Hill. A man who would wish to knock at any door in this district, and speak to him who opened it in his native tongue, would have to pass five years of his life between the Baltic and the Black Sea, the Carpathians and the Caucasus. Galician, Ruthenian, Polish, Magyar would be required as a linguistic2 basis, while variations of the same added to Russian and German for those who have served in one army or another, would probably be useful.
There are many odd trades in the West India Dock Road, and none of them, it would seem, so profitable as the fleecing of sailors. But by a queer coincidence the callings mostly savor3 of the same painful process. They run to leather for the most part, and the manufacture of those articles de luxe which are chiefly composed of colored morocco and gum. There is also a trade in furs. Half-way down the West India Dock Road, where the shops are most sordid4, and the bird-fanciers congregate5, there is quite a large fur store, of which the window, clad in faded red, is adorned6 by a white rabbit-skin, laid flat upon a fly-blown newspaper, and a stuffed sea-gull with a singularly knowing squint7.
There was once a name above the shop, but the owner of it, for reasons of his own, or so soon, perhaps, as he realized that he was in a country where no one wants to know your name, or cares about your business, had carelessly painted it out with a pot of black paint and a defective8 brush, which had last been used for red.
On each side of the shop-window is a door, one leading to the warehouse9 and workshop at the back. Through this door there passes quite a respectable commerce. The skin of the domestic cat, drawn10 hither on coster carts from the remoter suburbs, passes in to this door to emerge from it later in neat wooden cases addressed to enterprising merchants in Trondhjem, Bergen, Berlin, and other northern cities from which tourists are in the habit of carrying home mementoes in the shape of the fur and feather of the country. There is also a small importation of American fur to be dressed and treated and re-despatched to the Siberian fur dealers11 from whom the American globe-trotter prefers to buy. A number of unhealthy work-people—men, women, and ancient children—also use this door, entering by it in the morning, and only coming into the air again after dark. They have yellow faces and dusty clothes. A long companionship with fur has made them hirsute12; for the men are unshaven, and the women's heads are burdened with heavy coils of black hair.
The other door, which is little used, seems to be the entrance to the dwelling-house of the nameless foreigner. On the left-hand door-post is nailed a small tin tablet, whereon are inscribed13 in the Russian character three words, which, being translated, read: “The Brothers of Liberty.” As no one of importance in the West India Dock Road reads the Russian characters, there is no harm done, or else some disappointment would necessarily be experienced by the passer-by to think that any one so nearly related to liberty should choose to live in that spot. Neither would the Trafalgar Square agitator14 be pleased were he called upon to suppose that the siren whom he pursues with such ardor15 on rainy Sunday afternoons could ever take refuge behind the dingy16 Turkey-red curtain that hides the inner parts of the furrier's store from vulgar gaze.
“That's their lingo17,” said Captain Cable to himself, with considerable emphasis, one dull winter afternoon when, after much study of the numbers over the shop doors, he finally came to a stand opposite the furrier's shop.
He stepped back into the road to look up at the house, thereby18 imperilling his life amid the traffic. A costermonger taking cabbages from the Borough19 Market to Limehouse gave the captain a little piece of his mind in the choicest terms then current in his daily intercourse20 with man, and received in turn winged words of such a forcible and original nature as to send him thoughtfully eastward21 behind his cart.
“That's their lingo, right enough,” said the captain, examining the tin tablet a second time. “That's Polish, or I'm a Dutchman.”
He was, as a matter of fact, wrong, for it was Russian, but this was, nevertheless, the house he sought. He looked at the dingy building critically, shrugged22 his shoulders, and, tilting23 forward his high-crowned hat, he scratched his head with a grimace24 indicative of disappointment. It was not to come to such a house as this that he had put on what he called his “suit”; a coat and trousers of solid pilot-cloth designed to be worn as best in all climates and at all times. It was not in order to impress such people as must undoubtedly25 live behind those faded red curtains that he had unpacked26 from the state-room locker27 his shore-going hat, high, and of fair, round shape, such as is only to be bought in the shadow of Limehouse steeple.
The house was uninviting. It had a furtive29, dishonest look about it. Captain Cable saw this. He was a man who studied weather and the outward signs of a man. He rang the bell all the louder, and stood squarely on the threshold until the door was opened by a dirty man in a dirty apron30, who looked at him in lugubrious31 silence.
“Name of Cable,” said the captain, turning to expectorate on the pavement, after the manner of far-sighted sailors who are about to find themselves on carpet. The man made a slight grimace, and craned forwards with an interrogative ear held ready for a repetition.
“Name of Cable,” repeated the captain. “Dirty!” he added, just by way of inviting28 his hearer's attention, and adding that personal note without which even the shortest conversation is apt to lose interest.
This direct address seemed to have the desired effect, for the man stood aside.
“Heave ahead!” he said, pointing to an open door. For the only English he knew was the English they speak in the Baltic. The captain cocked his bright blue eye at him, his attention caught by the familiar note. And he stumped32 along the passage into the dim room at the end. It was a small, square room, with a window opening upon some leads, where discarded bottles and blackened moss33 surrounded the remains34 of a sparrow. The room was full of men—six or seven foreign faces were turned towards the new-comer. Only one, however, of these faces was familiar to Captain Cable. It was the face of the man known on the Vistula as Kosmaroff.
The captain nodded to him. He had a large nodding acquaintance. It will be remembered that he claimed for his hands a cleanliness which their appearance seemed to define as purely35 moral. In his way he was a proud man, and stand-offish at that. He looked slowly round, and found no other face to recognize. But he looked a second time at a small, dark man with gentle eyes, whose individuality must have had something magnetic in it. Captain Cable was accustomed to judge from outward things. He picked out the ruling mind in that room, and looked again at its possessor as if measuring himself against him.
“Take a chair, captain,” said Kosmaroff, who himself happened to be standing36. He was leaning against the high, old-fashioned mantel-piece, which had seen better days—and company—and smoking a cigarette. He was clad in a cheap, ready-made suit; for his heart was in his business, and he scraped and saved every kopeck. But the cheap clothing could not hide that ease of movement which bespeaks37 a long descent, or conceal38 the slim strength of limb which is begotten39 of the fine, clean, hard bone of a fighting race.
The captain looked round, and sought his pocket-handkerchief, with which to dust the proffered40 seat, mindful of his “suit.”
“Do you speak German, captain?” inquired Kosmaroff.
And Captain Cable snorted at the suggestion.
“Sailed with a crew of Germans,” he answered; “I understand a bit, and I know a few words. I know the German for d—n your eyes, and handy words like that.”
“Then,” said Kosmaroff, addressing the gentle-eyed man, “we had better continue our talk in German. Captain Cable is a man who likes plain dealing41.”
He himself spoke42 in the language of the Fatherland, and Captain Cable stiffened43 at the sound of it, as all good Britons should.
“We have not much to say to Captain Cable,” replied the man who seemed to be a leader of the Brothers of Liberty. He spoke in a thin tenor44 voice, and was what the French call chetif in appearance—a weak man, fighting against physical disabilities and an indifferent digestion45.
“It is essential in the first place,” he continued, “that we should understand each other; we the conquerors46 and you the conquered.”
With a gesture he divided the party assembled into two groups, the smaller of which consisted only of Kosmaroff and another. And then he looked out of the window with his woman-like, reflective smile.
“We the Russians, and you the Poles. I fear I have not made myself quite clear. I understand, however, that we are to trust the last comer entirely47, which I do with the more confidence that I perceive that he understands very little of what we are saying.”
Captain Cable's solid, weather-beaten face remained rigid48 like a figure-head. He looked at the speaker with an ill-concealed pity for one who could not express himself in plain English and be done with it.
“Our circumstances are such that no correspondence is possible,” continued the speaker. “Any agreement, therefore, must be verbal, and verbal agreements should be quite clear—the human memory is so liable to be affected49 by circumstances—and should be repeated several times in the hearing of several persons. I understand, therefore, that, after a period of nearly twenty years, Poland—is ready again.”
There was a short silence in that dim and quiet room.
“Yes,” said Kosmaroff, deliberately50, at length.
“And is only awaiting her opportunity.”
“Yes.”
One of the Brothers of Liberty, possibly the secretary of that body, which owned its inability to put anything in writing, had provided a penny bottle of ink and a sticky-looking, red pen-holder. The speaker took up the pen suspiciously, and laid it down again. He rubbed his finger and thumb together. His suspicions had apparently51 been justifiable52. It was a sticky one! Then he lapsed53 into thought. Perhaps he was thinking of the pen-holder, or perhaps of the history of the two nations represented in that room. He had a thoughtful face, and history is a fascinating study, especially for those who make it. And this quiet man had made a little in his day.
“An opportunity is not an easy thing to define,” he said at length. “Any event may turn out to be one. But, so far as we can judge, Poland's opportunity must lie in two or three possible events at the most. One would be a war with England. That, I am afraid, I cannot bring about just yet.”
He spoke quite seriously, and he had not the air of a man subject to the worst of blindness—the blindness of vanity.
“We have all waited long enough for that. We have done our best out on the frontier and in the English press, but cannot bring it about. It is useless to wait any longer. The English are fiery54 enough—in print—and ready enough to fight—in Fleet Street. In Russia we have too little journalism—in England they have too much.”
“Another opportunity would be a social upheaval,” said the Russian, drumming on the table with his slim fingers. “The time has not come for that yet. A third alternative is a mishap57 to a crowned head—and that we can offer to you.”
Kosmaroff moved impatiently.
“Is that all?” he exclaimed. “I have heard that talk for the last ten years. Have you brought me across Europe to talk of that?”
The Russian looked at him calmly, stroking his thin, black mustache, and waited till he had finished speaking.
“Yes—that is all I have to propose to you—but this time it is more than talk. You may take my word for that. This time we shall all succeed. But, of course, we want money, as usual. Ah! what a different world this would be if the poor could only be rich for one hour. We want five thousand roubles. I understand you have control of ten times that amount. If Poland will advance us five thousand roubles she shall have her opportunity—and a good one—in a month from now.”
He held up his hand to command silence, for Kosmaroff, with eyes that suddenly blazed in anger, had stepped forward to the table, and was about to interrupt. And Kosmaroff, who was not given to obedience58, paused, he knew not why.
“Think,” said the other, in his smooth, even voice—“one month from now, after waiting twenty years. In a month you yourself may be in a very different position to that you now occupy. You commit yourselves to nothing. You do not even give ground for the conclusion that the Polish party ever for a moment approved of our methods. Our methods are our own affair, as are the risks we are content to run. We have our reasons, and we seek the approval of no man.”
There was a deadly coldness in the man's manner which seemed to vouch59 for the validity of those reasons which he did not submit to the judgment60 of any.
“Five thousand roubles,” he concluded. “And in exchange I give you the date—so that Poland may be ready.”
“Thank you,” said Kosmaroff, who had regained61 his composure as suddenly as he had lost it. “I decline—for myself and for the whole of Poland. We play a cleaner game than that.”
He turned and took up his hat, and his hand shook as he did it.
“If I did not know that you are a patriot62 according to your lights—if I did not know something of your story, and of those reasons that you do not give—I should take you by the throat and throw you out into the street for daring to make such a proposal to me,” he said, in a low voice.
“To a deserter from a Cossack regiment,” suggested the other.
“To me,” repeated Kosmaroff, touching63 himself on the breast and standing at his full height. No one spoke, as if the silent spell of History were again for a moment laid upon their tongues.
“Captain Cable,” said Kosmaroff, “you and I have met before, and I learned enough of you then to tell you now that this is no place for you, and these men no company for you. I am going—will you come?”
“I'm agreeable,” said Captain Cable, dusting his hat.
When they were out in the street, he turned to Kosmaroff and looked up into his face with bright and searching eyes.
“Who's that man?” he asked, as if there had been only one in the room.
“I do not know his name,” replied Kosmaroff.
They were standing on the doorstep. The dirty man had closed the door behind them, and, turning on his heel, Kosmaroff looked thoughtfully at the dusty woodwork of it. Half absent-mindedly he extended one finger and made a design on the door. It was not unlike a Greek cross.
“That is who he is,” he said.
Captain Cable followed the motion of his companion's finger.
“I've heard of him,” he said. “And I heard his voice—sort of soft-spoken—on Hamburg quay64 one night, many years ago. That is why I refused the job and came out with you.”
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