“Where are all the others?” she enquired2.
“They are having supper, your ladyship.”
“Do you know where Mr. Slattery is?”
“He is in his room with another gentleman.”
Susan hesitated for a moment and then continued on her passage through the saloon. The man deferentially3 but effectively barred the way.
“If your ladyship will excuse me,” he said, “Mr. Slattery gave instructions that he was not to be disturbed.”
“You’re telling me a lie,” she answered promptly4. “Mr. Slattery gave no such orders.”
The man faltered5.
“Well, the gentleman with him did, your ladyship.”
“That isn’t at all the same thing,” Susan declared. “Stand aside, please.”
The man hesitated. He was a somewhat undersized person, and Susan, just then, felt herself possessed6 with the strength of half a dozen such. She swept him on one side, and passed along the passage beyond the saloon. At the second door, which she knew to be Grant’s, she paused, knocked in vain and then tried the handle.
“Who is there?” Grant’s voice enquired.
“Curse you, shut up!” Von Diss muttered angrily.
“Grant, is anything wrong?” Susan called out.
“A great deal,” he answered, “and you seem to have been the only person with common sense enough to find it out. Can you get hold of Captain Martin and tell him there is a mutiny on the ship? I’m locked in here.”
The door was stealthily opened. A hand flashed out and caught her by the wrist. She felt herself being dragged into the room. And then pandemonium7. The sudden opening of the door showed her what had happened. Grant, lounging on his bunk8, covered by Von Diss’s weapon, took advantage of that sudden turn to make the spring which he had been contemplating9 for some time. Von Diss’s right arm was knocked up by a cruel undercut; one barrel of the pistol went off harmlessly into the wall. With the other hand, Grant struck him on the side of the head. He collapsed10 with barely a groan11, half on the floor and half on the sofa. Grant stooped and picked up the pistol.
“Bless you, my child!” he said to Susan, who was standing12, amazed but unshaken, on the threshold.
“What does it all mean?” she demanded wonderingly.
“Oh, we asked for trouble, all right,” he admitted. “We’re abductors, pirates, whatever you like. I don’t blame these chaps for not taking it lying down. But I think they might have put up a better-class fight. Now let’s get on deck. I want to find out who the mischief13 gave orders to start the engine.”
“What about him?” she asked, pointing to the floor where Von Diss lay moaning and half conscious.
“I’ll send a steward down,” Grant promised. “He’s got lots of nerve, I will say that for him. He got me covered and his hand was like a rock. He’d have shot me all right if I’d moved. He made the mistake of his life when he took his eye off me to pull you in. Now we’ll have to see about these engines.”
She slipped her arm through his. They made their way through the deserted14 saloon, up the companionway, and out on to the weather side of the deck. A young officer came along, smoking a cigarette. He saluted15 as Grant spoke16 to him.
“Who’s on the bridge, Simpson?”
“Fosbrooke, sir. It’s my relief but he preferred to go on for another hour. Said he had some special orders.”
“What’s our course?”
“Almost due north, sir,” the youth answered. “We shall fetch Monaco in about two hours.”
Grant nodded and walked forward to the steps leading to the bridge. The lookout17 man stood behind the white canvas. A solitary18 figure was pacing back and forth19.
“Stay here,” Grant whispered. “There’s probably some one else lurking20 about to see that this fellow isn’t interfered22 with.”
“Not I!” she insisted. “I’m coming up with you. You haven’t another pistol, have you?”
“No, but you can have this one,” he answered, pushing it into her hand. “They won’t suspect your having one and I’m pretty useful with my fists. Got it? Good! Now, go around the other side and tell Gertrude to look after her husband. See what’s doing, and then come forward. I can’t think what’s become of Martin and the chief engineer.”
She nodded and glided23 away through the darkness. Her slippered24 feet were noiseless upon the deck, and in her black gown she was almost invisible. Grant mounted the steps rapidly. There was no sign of any unauthorised person upon the bridge. The words of stern enquiry were already framed upon his lips. Then, just as he stood on the last step, something swung out from behind the canvas protection. He felt a crashing blow on the side of his head, a sudden sensation of fury, followed by one of darkness. He fell down the steps and collapsed on the deck below. Cornelius Blunn, an ugly block of wood still in his hand, peered over and looked at him.
“A pity,” he muttered. “I hate violence.”
The seaman25 had turned round from his shelter on the bridge. He glanced anxiously towards the officer in charge.
“What’s going on here, sir?” he asked.
“Only one of the commander’s guests run amok,” was the answer. “Had too much to drink and wanted to come and sail the ship. Get back to your post. Burgess.”
The man looked uneasily below. He was not at all satisfied.
“Seems to me they’ve treated him a bit roughly, sir,” he said.
“Not our job.”
“Hadn’t I better go down and have a look at him?” he persisted.
“Stay where you are, damn you!” was the angry reply. “We’re doing twenty-six knots with a cloud of rain ahead, and thirty fishing boats somewhere about. Attend to your job.”
There was a certain irony26 about Susan’s reappearance aft. Grant’s string quartette band, of which he was so proud, had begun to play soft music. Funderstrom had rejoined the little group and was sitting upon the outskirts27, cold and silent as ever. Gertrude and Rose were listening to the music, but the latter was clearly uneasy. She welcomed Susan eagerly.
“Susan, where is everybody?” she exclaimed. “I never knew anything so mysterious. Mr. Slattery hasn’t been back all the time. Prince von Diss has disappeared, and now even Mr. Blunn has deserted us.”
“I suppose it’s the trouble about the engines,” Susan observed. “I don’t think there’s anything to be alarmed at, though. The sea’s quite calm even if we do break down.”
Mr. Cornelius Blunn suddenly came into evidence. He stepped through the companionway with the obvious air of having something to say.
“There is no cause for alarm,” he assured them; “the whole affair is a mere28 trifle, but Mr. Slattery has met with a slight accident. He seems to have slipped coming down the steps from the bridge. We’ve taken him into the saloon. If one of you ladies, who is accustomed to bandaging—”
Gertrude and Susan both rose to their feet. Susan, however, was halfway29 down the stairs before the others had started. Grant was lying upon a sofa, and a steward was bathing his forehead. He looked up as Susan entered. She hurried over to his side and waved the steward away.
“Are you hurt, Grant?” she whispered eagerly.
“Not I,” he answered. “I’m making the worst of it, but I shall be all right in half an hour. It’s a fair enough fight, Susan, but these fellows are in earnest, especially Blunn. Look here, Nicholson and Martin must be locked up in the chief engineer’s quarters. All the bells are cut, but the captain’s boy is certain to find them within half an hour. The worst of it is, we shall be in sight of Monaco in an hour or so if they keep this speed up.”
“They shan’t,” she declared. “Tell me. Who’s my man? Where shall I go, the engine room, or the bridge?”
Grant smiled.
“Bravo, child!” he muttered. “Look out! They’re coming. The bridge!”
Susan turned away with a little shiver of excitement. Gertrude, who had just hurried in, knelt down by Grant’s side and called to the steward.
“Some more hot water and lint,” she directed. “Some disinfectant, if you have it, and a sponge. Please leave this to me, all of you. I’m used to bandaging but I hate to have too many people round.”
Susan left the saloon stealthily and made her way back on deck. She walked up the lee side and climbed the stairs down which Grant had been thrown. The officer in charge was standing, looking steadily30 at a light far ahead. He suddenly felt a touch on his arm and turned round with a start to find Susan by his side.
“Do you mind my talking to you for a minute,” she whispered. “We’re all so scared—so afraid that we’re going to break down or something.”
“We’re quite all right,” the young man declared, a little thickly.
“Shall we get back to Monaco to-night?”
“In about two hours’ time. We shall see the lights presently.”
“What is our course just now, then?” she enquired.
“Almost due north,” he replied. “There’s just a point or two of east in it. You’d better get down, your ladyship. Mr. Slattery doesn’t allow any one on the bridge unless he brings them here himself.”
She edged a little away from him.
“Where do you give your orders to the engine room?” she asked.
He pointed31 to the chart house behind. She nodded.
“I have brought you a message from Mr. Slattery,” she said.
He looked at her suspiciously. There was something stealthy and guarded in her attitude. The wind was blowing her hair back from her face. It was a very strong capable face,—a stronger face than his own. Her eyes, too—soft and brown, but compelling—seemed to hold him.
“Mr. Slattery’s message,” she went on, “is that you alter the course to due south. It is his wish to go no nearer to Monaco. Will you please ring down to the engine room at once and reverse your course.”
“I can’t do that, your ladyship,” he declined. “I have my orders. I must stick to them.”
“And I have mine,” she said, “from Mr. Slattery. I have never broken my word in my life and you can take this from me, just as though I were a man. I’m not going to risk killing32 you outright33 but I’m going to shoot you first through one leg and then through the other, unless you do as you’re ordered.”
“Pooh! Don’t be silly,” he exclaimed, moving towards her. “I’m twice as quick as you are and a great deal more used to firearms.”
“Quick, I say!”
The muzzle34 of her pistol gleamed wickedly in the light which shone from the chart room. The young man stood and looked ahead of him miserably35.
“What a night!” he groaned36.
“I can’t wait,” she declared. “We might be interrupted. Get into the room and ring down at once. If you don’t I swear I will keep my word. I will keep it before I count five. One, two, three—”
“Stop!” he begged. “I’ve had enough of this business. I don’t suppose we should have touched the five thousand anyhow.”
He swung round and entered the chart house. She listened to his brief conversation, covering him all the time. Soon they began what seemed to be a huge turn. The light on their port bow disappeared. Now it was abreast37 of them. Presently it was aft. The officer in charge finished his directions and came out of the chart room.
“We’re back on Mr. Slattery’s original course,” he announced. “What will happen when that little fat man finds out, I don’t know. Or what will happen to me, either.”
“Stick to it now,” Susan enjoined38, “and I’ll do the best I can with Mr. Slattery. You’ve done all you could to make amends39 anyhow.”
“I can’t make out what it all means,” he muttered. “What’s become of the Skipper and Mr. Nicholson?”
“Locked in the engineer’s room,” she told him. “I can’t understand why they couldn’t make themselves heard, though.”
The young man grinned weakly.
“They’re behind solid mahogany,” he declared. “All the doors in the officers’ quarters are three inches thick. What’s that?”
He swung round. Coming towards them, stealthily and sombrely through the darkness, was Blunn, walking on tiptoe, and behind him gaunt and grey, yet even more menacing, was Funderstrom.
“Give me the gun,” the young man begged. “I’m fed up with this.”
Susan looked into his face and gave it to him. He turned towards the intruders, and the hand which held the pistol was as steady as a rock.
“Look here,” he shouted. “Off my bridge, both of you! Not a word, or by God, I’ll shoot you both.”
They came to a standstill. The sailor on lookout duty stepped from his canvas shelter and stood staring at them.
“You have altered the course,” Blunn complained.
“And if I have, what the hell is that to you?” the young man retorted.
“I take it that you don’t want your five thousand pounds, then?” Blunn enquired viciously.
“Not a penny of it,” was the prompt reply. “I want you off this bridge and damned quick too, or as sure as I’m a living man I shall shoot.”
Cornelius Blunn stood for a moment, irresolute40. No braver man than he breathed, but he was also a philosopher.
“Bo’s’n,” the mate added, swinging round towards the lookout man, “hurry round to my quarters. Get the key of the officers’ mess. You’ll find that it will unlock the chief engineer’s room. The captain and the chief engineer are both there. Ask the captain to step this way. And listen to me,” he went on, “if either of your two interfere21 with that man, I’ll shoot, and shoot where it kills, too.”
The bo’s’n saluted and hurried off. Cornelius Blunn shrugged41 his shoulders. He leaned against the rail but he made no further movement forward.
“My young friend,” he said, “forgive me if I suggest that you are introducing an unwelcome note of melodrama42 into this little affair. It has been a game of wits between your owner and ourselves, I fear that the young lady,” he added, bowing to Susan, “has played the winning card. We will voyage with you, sir, in whatever direction you choose. Funderstrom, I am very thirsty.”
The two men disappeared. Susan smiled reassuringly43 up at the young officer by her side.
“That’s all right, now,” she declared. “You’ve seen the thing through, after all. It has been rather a mix-up, you know. I’m afraid Mr. Slattery has been behaving very badly.”
He looked steadily ahead into the windy darkness.
“Your ladyship is very kind,” he rejoined shortly. “A sailor ought to remember that he only has to obey orders.”
She left him a moment or two later and walked down the deck. It was hard for her to believe that the whole thing had not been a dream. A steward was handing round glasses of champagne44, and Cornelius Blunn, with an apologetic grin, was holding a glass in either hand. The Prince, looking very pale and malicious45, was seated back in the shadows. Grant, with his head bandaged, was standing on the threshold.
“My dear guests,” he announced, waving his hand to Susan, as she came up. “I regret having to tell you that the worst has happened. There is no longer any hope of our reaching Monaco to-night. The captain, who has just gone up on the bridge, has assured me that it is impossible.”
“There will be a heavy reckoning,” Funderstrom warned him solemnly.
“Under the circumstances,” Grant went on, ignoring the remark, “I have ordered supper to be served in the saloon.”
“Supper,” Mr. Cornelius Blunn said thoughtfully. “God bless my soul! That’s what’s the matter with me. I’m hungry.”
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faltered
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