Gaspard, at first half drowsy13 with weariness, listened like a person in a dream to the chatter14 of the other, then, the rum beginning to take effect upon him, he found himself laughing at things which might have made him frown if listened to in strict sobriety. He was sinner enough, but in his small way in life he had dealt straightly with his fellows, he had, at all events, no feeling for a scoundrel, and Captain Sagesse was scoundrel enough, heaven knows, to judge by his conversation. He had got the better of governments, men, and women; he gave neither names nor dates nor places, talking in his loose way with nothing more definite than, “It was an islet, it might have been fifty miles south or fifty miles north of Rum Cay—but that doesn’t matter,” or “Honorine, that might have been her name, but it wasn’t, anyhow, I’ll tell you the trick she served Pierre Sagesse, and then I’ll tell you the trick he served her.”
All at once the brain of Gaspard, drowsed by the events of the day, cleared, perception became acute, sensation beatified, two glasses of strong rum and the Martinique bout11 which the Captain had given him, had opened for him the door of the Brandy Paradise; the deck-house of La Belle Arlésienne seemed palatial15, Sagesse the greatest of men and he, Gaspard Cadillac, the equal of Sagesse.
He held out his glass for more rum.
“And mark you,” said Sagesse as he poured it out, “I got my hold on her in that way, because, mordieu, I remembered those two words she said that night to the mate of the Bayonnaise. They thought I was drunk, but I have never been drunk in my life, and I never forget.”
67 “Nor I,” said Gaspard, “never been drunk and never forget.” The recollection of Anisette and Yves came up in his mind, and he thumped16 the table with his fist. “I have served my man out. No, I never forget. Now you listen—” But Sagesse was off on another tack17, money business this time, and Gaspard rocking unsteadily in his seat with his eyes injected, the cigar in the corner of his mouth, and his fists clenched18 on the table before him, sat hearing nothing, glorified19 in the hideous20 upset of alcohol, filled with the splendour of his own importance, and tormented21 on his throne by something, he knew not what, but which took the form of Yves.
It was the woman of Marseilles still working like a demon22 at his heart and brought into full life by the drink. The feeling that another man had done him out. That another man had been preferred to him. That another man was a better animal, even though that man was dead. Alcohol told him that he was glorious, supreme23, a man amongst men. Anisette like a pale, sneering24 ghost said “Pshaw. Where is Yves. You, you are nothing to a woman.”
“And it was worth seven thousand dollars American gold coin,” Sagesse was saying in the course of his yarn25, when Gaspard, whipping the belt and pouch26 from his waist, brought them down on the table with a bang, so that the gold coins rolled out.
“Look at that,” cried Gaspard. “What you say? Wasn’t that worth the thrust of a knife?” The coins danced before him as he sat rocking in his seat, an abstemious27 man as a rule, the weariness and the strong old rum had done their work.
Sagesse stopped short in his story, stared at the belt and the gold and then at the man before him. Sagesse, though68 he chattered28 of his own doings, never by any chance gave a man a handle to use against him; his tales were as vague, all save the villainy of them, as clouds; his one weakness was talking and he knew it and guarded against it, the villainies he boasted of were all apocryphal29; based they were on black deeds, just as clouds are based on mountains, the scoundrel in him had to boast, but to bring Sagesse to book on one of his stories would be like attempting to bring a bird to earth by grasping at its shadow on the ground.
Men had tried to blackmail30 this raconteur31 on the strength of his statements; to bring the vulture to earth by catching32 at his shadow, only to find themselves in the vulture’s clutch, blackmailed33 themselves most cruelly. And he never let go as long as his clutch held, and there was a feather on the victim. But though he chattered fables34, he knew when to be silent in face of facts. He was silent now. He laughed but said nothing for a moment, whilst Gaspard gathering35 the coins together in a heap, reiterated36 his question.
“What you say—isn’t that worth the thrust of a knife?—given in fair fight, mind you, man to man, and the better man wins.” Sagesse held out his hand, took a coin, examined it and handed it back.
“Bon Dieu, yes. So you killed him—but where did he get these things from, they are not coins of to-day. Had he, then, been robbing a museum?”
Gaspard nodded with drunken gravity.
“That’s it, you’ve hit it, he robbed someone of them and wouldn’t share, it was over there on the island.”
“Aha,” said Sagesse. “So you killed him on the island, vé, but you are a man after my own heart, the island—and the name of your man you said was—”
69 “Yves.”
Gaspard exhausted, falling into the third stage of intoxication37, was leaning now over the table, his eyelids38 drooping39, the cigar end, no longer alight, held loosely in his nerveless fingers.
“Yves—and what rating was he?”
“Stoker.”
“So—but he had another name, he was not only called Yves?”
“What you say?” asked Gaspard, rousing slightly.
Sagesse repeated his question, but the man at the table did not seem to comprehend, then, stricken with sleep he sank completely forward, his head resting right cheek down on the table, his right hand on the pouch containing the money. Sagesse looked at him for a moment contemplatively, then he went to the door and cried, “Jules.” A shuffling40 sound came along the deck, and a big negro, bare-footed and bare-breasted, with his wool all tied up in little knots, made his appearance at the door.
Sagesse pointed41 to the man at the table, and Jules with a broad grin but without a word, entered and took the dreamer by the shoulders, Sagesse took him by the feet, and between them they carried him to the starboard dog hole, which did duty for a mate’s cabin when a mate was on board. Here they put him in the bunk42, Sagesse placed the belt and pouch of money in the bunk beside him, then they closed the door on him and left him to his slumbers43.
When Sagesse found himself alone, he took a chart from a locker44, spread it on the table and pored over it.
Gaspard had told him that he had only been drifting since morning. If this were so, if the man were not lying, and if, indeed, he had left an island that morning, then the only island he possibly could have left was here marked on70 the chart, a tiny island reef beset45 to North, South, and East; eighty miles or so southeast of Turks Island.
Sagesse knew the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic that includes the Bahamas as well, almost, as he knew the heart of the lower order of mankind. He knew from his own knowledge, and leaving the chart aside, that there was only one islet about here from which a boat could drift or be rowed in the course of a day to the point where he had picked up his new acquaintance. He knew the island by sight, too, the clump46 of seven palm trees, the white sandy beach, and the murderous reefs. He had seen it through the glass several times, in past years. He had counted the palms, seven of them. He never forgot anything; that was partly why from a foremast hand in the French mercantile marine47, he had risen to wealth and eminence48 of a sort. He fetched a pen and inkhorn from the locker, and made just over the islet the form of a tiny cross, then he put the chart, pen and ink back in their places and came on deck.
The moon had risen, still a crescent but strong enough to flood the sea with light. Jules had relieved the man at the wheel, and stood a dusky ghost before the yellow binnacle light, the wind still held and had even strengthened a little, and in the silence of the night the click of the rudder chain, the wash of the water at the bow, and the occasional groan49 of hemp-rope and block could be heard.
The barquentine seemed talking to herself in an undertone. Old and weary of the sea, dressed in canvas, patched and stained and ill-fitting, barnacled and streaming southern weeds from her copper50, she went her way across the moonlit water, steering51 now, to make the passage between Haiti and Porto Rico; a hag of the ocean groping her way from port to port, now on honest business, now on contraband52, from Yucatan to Port of Spain.
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