Dr. Fabos joins his Yacht “White Wings.”
I had given the name of White Wings to my new turbine yacht, and this, I confess, provokes the merriment of mariners1 both ancient and youthful. We are painted a dirty grey, and have the true torpedo2 bows—to say nothing of our low-lying stern rounded like a shark’s back and just as formidable to look upon when we begin to make our twenty-five knots. The ship is entirely3 one after my own heart. I will not deny that an ambition of mastery has affected4 me from my earliest days. My castles must be impregnable, be they upon the sea or ashore5. And the yacht which Yarrow built for me has no superior upon any ocean.
The boat, I say, was built upon the Thames and engined upon the Tyne. I remember that I ordered it three days after I wrote the word “ship” in my diary; upon a morning when the notion first came to me that the sea and not the land harboured the world’s great criminals, and that upon the sea alone would they be taken. To none other than the pages of my diary may I reveal this premonition yet awhile. The police would mock it; the public remain incredulous. And so I keep my secret, and I carry it with me. God knows to what haven6.
We left Newcastle, bravely enough, upon the second day of September in the year 1904. A member of the Royal Yacht Squadron by favour and friendship of the late Prince Valikoff, of Moscow, whose daughter’s life he declared that I saved, we flew the White Ensign, and were named, I do not doubt, for a Government ship. Few would have guessed that this was the private yacht of an eccentric Englishman; that he had embarked7 upon one of the wildest quests ever undertaken by an amateur, and that none watched him go with greater interest than his friend Murray, of Scotland Yard. But such was the naked truth. And even Murray had but a tithe8 of the secret.
A long, wicked-looking yacht! I liked to hear my friends say that. When I took them aboard and showed them the monster turbines, the spacious9 quarters for my men beneath the cupola of the bows, and aft, my own cabins, furnished with some luxury and no little taste, I hope—then it was of the Hotel Ritz they talked, and not of any wickedness at all. My own private room was just such a cabin as I have always desired to find upon a yacht. Deep sloping windows of heavy glass permitted me to see the white foaming10 wake astern and the blue horizon above it. I had to my hand the books that I love; there were pictures of my own choosing cunningly let into the panels of rich Spanish mahogany. Ornaments11 of silver added dignity but no display. Not a spacious room, I found that its situation abaft12 gave me that privacy I sought, and made of it as it were a house apart. Here none entered who had not satisfied my little Jap that his business was urgent. I could write for hours with no more harassing13 interruption than that of a gull14 upon the wing or the echo of the ship’s bells heard afar. The world of men and cities lay down yonder below the ether. The great sea shut its voices out, and who would regret them or turn back to hear their message?
Let pride in my ship, then, be the first emotion I shall record in this account of her voyages. Certainly the summer smiled upon us when we started down the turbid15, evil-smelling river Tyne, and began to dip our whale-nosed bows to the North Sea. The men I had shipped for the service, attracted by the terms of my offer, and drawn16 from the cream of the yachting ports of England, were as fine a lot as ever trod a spotless deck. Benson, my chief engineer, used to be one of Yarrow’s most trusted experts. Captain Larry had been almost everything nautical17, both afloat and ashore. A clean-shaven, blue-eyed, hard-faced man, I have staked my fortune upon his courage. And how shall I forget Cain and Abel, the breezy twin quartermasters from County Cork—to say nothing of Balaam, the Scotch18 boatswain, or Merry, the little cockney cook! These fellows had been taken aside and told one by one frankly19 that the voyage spelled danger, and after danger, reward. They accepted my conditions with a frankness which declared their relish20 for them. I had but three refusals, and one of these, Harry21 Avenhill, had no title to be a chooser.
Such was the crew which steamed with me, away from gloomy Newcastle, southward, I knew not to what seas or harbourage. To be just, certain ideas and conjectures22 of my own dictated23 a vague course, and were never absent from my reckoning. I believed that the ocean had living men’s secrets in her possession, and that she would yield them up to me. Let Fate, I said, stand at the tiller, and Prudence24 be her handmaiden. But one man in all Europe knew that I intended to call at the port of Havre, and afterwards to steam for Cape25 Town. To others I told a simpler tale. The yacht was my hobby, the voyage a welcome term of idleness. They rarely pursued the subject further.
Now, I had determined26 to call at the port of Havre, not because I had any business to do there, but because intelligence had come to me that Joan Fordibras was spending some weeks at Dieppe, and that I should find her at the H?tel de Palais. We made a good passage down the North Sea, and on the morning following our arrival I stood among a group of lazy onlookers27, who watched the bathers go down to the sea at Dieppe and found their homely28 entertainment therein. Joan Fordibras was one of the last to bathe, but many eyes followed her with interest, and I perceived that she was an expert swimmer, possessed29 of a graceful30 figure, and of a daring in the water which had few imitators among her sex. Greatly admired and evidently very well known, many flatterers surrounded her when she had dressed, and I must have passed her by at least a dozen times before she suddenly recognised me, and came running up to greet me.
“Why, it’s Dr. Fabos, of London! Isn’t it, now?” she exclaimed. “I thought I could not be mistaken. Whoever would have believed that so grave a person would spend his holiday at Dieppe?”
“Two days,” said I, answering her to the point. “I am yachting round the coast, and some good instinct compelled me to come here.”
She looked at me, I thought, a little searchingly. A woman’s curiosity was awake, in spite of her nineteen years. None the less she made a pretty picture enough; and the scene about stood for a worthy31 frame. Who does not know the summer aspect of a French watering-place—the fresh blue sea, the yellow beach, the white houses with the green jalousies, the old Gothic churches with their crazy towers—laughter and jest and motor-cars everywhere—Mademoiselle La France tripping over the shingle32 with well-poised ankle—her bathing dress a very miracle of ribbons and diminuendos—the life, the vivacity33, the joy of it, and a thousand parasols to roof the whispers in. So I saw Mistress Joan amid such a scene. She, this shrewd little schemer of nineteen, began to suspect me.
“Who told you that I was at Dieppe?” she asked quickly.
“Instinct, the best of guides. Where else could you have been?”
“Why not at Trouville?”
“Because I am not there.”
“My, what a reason! Did you expect to find my father here?”
“Certainly not. He sailed in his yacht for Cherbourg three days ago.”
“Then I shall call you a wizard. Please tell me why you wanted to see me.”
“You interested me. Besides, did not I say that I would come? Would you have me at Eastbourne or Cromer, cooped up with women who talk in stares and men whose ambitions rot in bunkers? I came to see you. That is a compliment. I wished to say good-bye to you before you return to America.”
“But we are not going to Amer——that is, of course, my home is there. Did not father tell you that?”
“Possibly. I have a poor head for places. There are so many in America.”
“But I just love them,” she said quickly; and then, with mischief34 in her eyes, she added, “No one minds other people trying to find out all about them in America.”
It was a sly thrust and told me much. This child did not carry a secret, I said; she carried the fear that there might be a secret. I had need of all my tact35. How fate would laugh at me if I fell in love with her! But that was a fool’s surmise36, and not to be considered.
“Curiosity,” I said, “may have one of two purposes. It may desire to befriend or to injure. Please consider that when you have the time to consider anything. I perceive that there are at least a dozen young men waiting to tell you that you are very beautiful. Do not let me forbid them. As we are staying at the same hotel?——”
“What? You have gone to the Palais?”
“Is there any other house while you are in Dieppe?”
She flushed a little and turned away her head. I saw that I had frightened her; and reflecting upon the many mistakes that so-called tact may make sometimes, I invented a poor excuse and left her to her friends.
Plainly, her eyes had challenged me. And the Man, I said, must not hesitate to pick up the glove which my Lady of Nineteen had thrown down so bravely.
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