It was the last hour of the voyage, and Timothy, who had left Funchal with four hundred pounds in his pocket-book, had exactly three genuine shillings and a five-milreis piece of dubious2 quality.
A man strolled along the deck and fell in at his side.
“Cleaned you out last night, didn’t they?” he asked sympathetically.
“Eh? Oh, yes, I believe they did. That red-haired man had all the luck and most of the cards.”
He smiled and Timothy had a swift, happy smile that brought tired little ridges3 under his eyes. He was not only good-looking and young, but he was interesting.
“Eh?”
Timothy looked round, shocked and pained.
“You don’t say? Crooks! What, that little red-haired fellow who has been trying to pick a quarrel with me all the voyage, and the tall, nice-looking Englishman?”
His companion nodded.
“Don’t you remember the Captain warned us not to play cards——”
“They always do that to be on the safe side,” said Timothy, but he was obviously uneasy. “Of course, if I knew they were crooks——”
“Knew! Good lord! Anybody will tell you. Ask the purser. Anyway, you’ve been stung and you can do nothing. The best thing to do is to grin and bear your losses. It is experience.”
“Of course, if I were sure——”
He turned abruptly7 away and raced down the main companion-way to the purser’s little office under the stairs.
“Mr. Macleod, I want to see you.”
“Yes, sir,”—all pursers are a little suspicious,—“anything wrong with your bill?”
“No—not unless his name’s Bill. Shall I come in?”
“There are two fellows aboard this packet—a red-haired fellow named Chelwyn and a disguised duke named Brown—what do you know about ’em?”
The purser made a face. It was intended to convey his lack of real interest in either.
“I’ll put it plainly,” said the patient Timothy. “Are they crooks?”
“They play cards,” said the purser diplomatically.
He desired at this the eleventh hour to avoid scandal, explanations, and such other phenomena9 which he associated in his mind with the confrontation10 of the wise men and their dupes. That sort of thing brought the Line into disrepute, and indirectly11 reflected upon the ship’s officers. Besides, the ship was making port, and, like all pursers, he was up to his eyes in work and frantically13 anxious to clear it off in a minimum time so that he could take a train to his little villa14 at Lytham, where his family was established.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson, if you’ve been stung,” he said, “but the captain gives fair warning the first night out of Cape15 Town and Madeira—that’s where you came aboard, isn’t it?—and there were notices posted up, both in the saloon and in the smoking-room. Have you lost much?”
“I cleared up ￡500 at the Funchal Casino,” said Timothy, “and I reckon I have spent ￡100 legitimately17.”
“The rest is gone, eh?” said the purser. “Well, Mr. Anderson, I am afraid I can do nothing. The best thing to do is to mark it down against ‘Experience’.”
“I’ll forgive you for being philosophical18 about my losses,” said Timothy. “Will you be kind enough to tell me the number of Mr. Chelwyn’s cabin?”
“Two seventy-four,” said the purser. “I say, Mr. Anderson, if I were you I’d let the matter drop.”
“I know you would, dear old thing,” said Timothy, shaking him warmly by the hand, “and if I were you I should let it drop too. But, as I am me—274, I think you said?”
“I hope you’re not going to make any trouble, Mr. Anderson,” said the alarmed purser. “We’ve done our best to make you comfortable on the voyage.”
“And I did my best to pay for my ticket, so we’re quits,” and with a wave of his hand Timothy strode out of the cabin, dodged19 down past the steward20 carrying up the luggage to the next deck, and walked swiftly along the carpeted corridor till he found a little number-plate bearing the figures “274.” He knocked at the cabin door, and gruff voice said, “Come in!”
Chelwyn, the red-haired man, was in his shirt sleeves, fastening his collar. Brown was sitting on the edge of his bunk21, smoking a cigarette, and Chelwyn, who had seen Timothy reflected in the mirror as he came in, was first to recognise him.
“Hullo, Mr. Anderson, do you want anything?” he asked politely. “Sorry you’ve had such bad luck—what the devil are you doing?”
Timothy had shut the door and slipped the bolt.
“Yes, I want something,” he said. “I want four hundred pounds.”
“You want——”
“Listen. I thought you were playing straight, you fellows, or I wouldn’t have played with you. I’m willing to take a chance, for that’s my motto in life, dear lads, but there isn’t a chance to take when you’re playing with crooks.”
“Look here,” said the red-haired man, walking over to him and emphasising his words with his forefinger22 against Timothy’s chest, “that kind of stuff doesn’t amuse me. If you lose your money, lose it like a sportsman and a gentleman, and don’t squeal23.”
Timothy grinned.
“Boys,” he said, “I want four hundred pounds from you, so step lively.”
The suave24 Mr. Brown, who had been watching the scene with bored eyes, stroking his drooping25 moustache the while, made a gentle entrance into the conversation.
“I’m rather surprised, in fact, I am shocked, Mr. Anderson, that you should take this line,” he said. “You’ve lost your money fairly and squarely——”
“That’s where you’re lying,” said Timothy pleasantly. “Now, I’m telling you this. We’re very near the shore. Somewhere at the back of those warehouses26 there’s certain to be a police organisation27 and a well-paid magistrate28. You are going to have a grand opportunity of appearing in the respectable part of the court as a prosecutor29, for I’m going to beat you up—first you,” he pointed30 to the red-haired Chelwyn, “and then you.”
“You’re going to beat me up, are you?” said the red-haired man and made a quick dive.
It was not pretty to watch, unless you took an interest in fighting. They closed for a second and something jolted31 twice under Chelwyn’s jaw32. He fell back against the cabin partition. He leapt again, but Timothy’s fist met him half-way, and he never really felt what hit him.
“I’ve won this fight,” said Timothy, “and I award myself a purse of four hundred pounds. Do you take any interest in these proceedings33. Brown?”
The other man had not moved from his bunk, but now he rose and lifted his dazed companion to his feet.
“We’d better pay this fellow.”
“I’ll see him——” mumbled34 the other, but Brown was apparently35 the brains of the organisation and had merely mentioned his intention of paying out of sheer politeness to his companion.
He took a thick pocket-book from his hip12 pocket and counted out the notes, and Timothy picked them up.
“I’ll fix you for this,” said Chelwyn, mopping his bleeding lip. “You’ve taken this from me—not him.”
“Don’t frighten me,” said Timothy as he unbolted the door and stepped out.
“Some day I’ll get you,” said the livid man, and the finger he pointed at Timothy was shaking with anger.
“I’ll take a chance on that,” said Timothy.
He ascended36 the companion-way feeling remarkably37 cheerful, and met the purser coming down. That officer regarded him even more suspiciously than ever. But as there were no signs of the fray38 upon him, the purser went to his cabin relieved, and Timothy passed out to relieve his feelings by the side of the rail. So he sat whilst the big liner was brought alongside the wharf39, and then he heard his name spoken and jumped up, hat in hand.
“I just wanted to tell you, Timothy, in case I did not see you on the train,” she remarked, “that Mrs. Renfrew has decided40 not to go back to Bath but to go on to Paris almost immediately.”
“Good for Mrs. Renfrew,” said Timothy. “Bath or Paris will find me hanging around. I nearly came down to you just now to borrow my fare to Bath.”
“Timothy,” she said in a shocked voice, “did you lose all the money you won in Funchal?”
Timothy rubbed his nose.
“I didn’t exactly lose it,” he said. “I lent it and it has just been repaid.”
“Mrs. Renfrew doesn’t think it proper your travelling on the same boat. She thinks you ought not to have come to Madeira after me—us.”
“I shouldn’t worry about what Mrs. Renfrew thinks,” said Timothy. “Why, you’re almost as badly off for cousins as I am.”
“As you are?” she said in surprise. “Have you any cousins?”
“Who are they?” she asked, interested.
She had reached a stage in their friendship when his relatives were immensely interesting.
“I don’t know their names,” lied Timothy. “I don’t give ’em names but numbers—one, two, three, four, etc.—just at that moment I was thinking of number seventy-nine—good morning, Mrs. Renfrew.”
Mrs. Renfrew was severe and thin, with a yellow face and hooked nose. She was a member of one of the best, if not the best, families in Bath, and it was an unfailing source of pride that she did not know the people that other people knew.
Mary watched the encounter with dancing eyes.
“Shall I have the pleasure of your company to London?” asked Mrs. Renfrew.
She invariably made a point of leaving Mary out, and indeed sustained the pleasant fiction that Mary had no existence on board the ship.
“The pleasure will be mine,” said Timothy. “I am not travelling with you to London.”
He said this so innocently that Mrs. Renfrew was in the middle of her next observation before she had any idea that the remark had an offensive interpretation43.
“You seem to have had a very unfortunate experience—what do you mean?”
Happily a very hot-looking steward made his appearance at that moment and called Mrs. Renfrew away. She gathered up her charge and with a withering44 glance at Timothy departed.
“Take A Chance” Anderson, feeling particularly happy, was one of the first to land and strolled along the quay-side waiting within view of the gangway for Mary to disembark. Immediately above him towered the high decks of the Tigilanes—a fact of which he was reminded when, with a crash, a heavy wooden bucket dropped so close to his head that it grazed his shoulder. It was a large bucket, and, dropped from that height, might have caused him considerable physical distress45.
He looked up.
The two card-players with whom he had had some argument were lolling over the rail, their faces turned in quite another direction and talking earnestly.
“Hi!” said Timothy.
They were deaf, it appeared, for they still continued their discussion. A deck hand was passing with a crate46 load of oranges; one fell out and Timothy picked it up. The attention of Messrs. Chelwyn and Brown was still directed elsewhere, and with a little swing of his arm Timothy sent the orange upon its swift and unerring course. It caught the red-haired man square in the side of the face and burst, and he jumped round with an oath.
“You’ve dropped your bucket,” said Timothy sweetly. “Shall I throw it at you or will you come down and get it?”
The man said something violent, but his companion pulled him away, and Timothy went to look for a seat with peace in his heart.
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