The sun had set and the air in the room had grown cold. He felt chilly2; and, when he uncovered the silver tureen and discovered that the soup was still piping hot, he drank some of it to warm himself.
He had swallowed about half a cupful before he discovered that the seasoning3 was not agreeable to his palate. In fact, the flavour of the hot broth4 was so decidedly unpleasant that he pushed aside the cup and sat down on the edge of his bunk5 without any further desire to eat anything.
A glass of water from the carafe6 did not seem to rid him of the subtle, disagreeable taste lingering in his mouth—in fact, the water itself seemed to be tainted7 with it.
He sat for a few moments fumbling8 for his cigarette case, feeling curiously9 uncomfortable, as though the slight motion of the ship were affecting his head.
As he sat there looking at the unlighted cigarette in his hand, it fell to the carpet at his feet. He started to stoop for it, caught himself in time, pulled himself erect10 with an effort.
Something was wrong with him—very wrong. Every 203uneven breath he drew seemed to fill his lungs with the odour of that strange and volatile11 flavour he had noticed. It was beginning to make him giddy; it seemed to affect his vision, too.
Suddenly a terrible comprehension flashed through his confused mind, clearing it for a moment.
He tried to stand up and reach the electric bell; his knees seem incapable12 of sustaining him. Sliding to the floor, he attempted to crawl toward the olive-wood box; managed to get one arm around it, grip the handle. Then, with a last desperate effort, he groped in his breast pocket for the automatic pistol, freed it, tried to fire it. But the weapon and the unnerved hand that held it fell on the carpet. A muscular paralysis13 set in like the terrible rigidity14 of death; he could still see and hear as in a thickening dream.
A moment later, from the corridor, a slim hand was inserted between the door and jamb; the supple16 fingers became busy with the rubber band for a moment, released it. The door opened very slowly.
For a few seconds two dark eyes were visible between door and curtain, regarding intently the figure lying prone17 upon the floor. Then the curtain was twitched18 noiselessly aside; a young woman in the garb19 of a trained nurse stepped swiftly into the stateroom on tip-toe, followed by a big, good-looking, blue-eyed man wearing a square golden beard.
The man, who carried with him a pair of crutches20, but who did not appear to require their aid, hastily set the dinner-tray and camp-table outside in the corridor, then closed and bolted the door.
Already the nurse was down on her knees beside the fallen man, trying to loosen his grasp on the box. Then her face blanched21.204
“It’s like the rigor22 of death itself,” she whispered fearfully over her shoulder. “Could I have given him enough to kill him?”
“He took only half a cup and a swallow of water. No.”
“I can’t get his hand free––”
“Wait! I try!” He pulled a big, horn-handled clasp-knife from his pocket and deliberately23 opened the eight-inch blade.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, seizing his wrist. “Don’t do that!”
The man with the golden beard hesitated, then shrugged24, pocketed his knife, and seized Neeland’s rigidly25 clenched26 hand.
“You are right. It makes too much muss!” tugging28 savagely29 at the clenched and unconscious hand. “Sacreminton! What for a death-grip is this Kerls? If I cut his hand off so iss there blood and gossip right away already. No—too much muss. Wait! I try another way––”
“It is locked.”
“Search this pig-dog for the key!”
She began a hurried search of Neeland’s clothing; presently discovered her own handkerchief; thrust it into her apron34 pocket, and continued rummaging35 while the bearded man turned his attention to the automatic pistol. This he finally succeeded in disengaging, and he laid it on the wash basin.
“Here are his keys,” whispered the nurse feverishly36, 205holding them up against the dim circle of evening sky framed by the open port. “You had better light the stateroom; I can’t see. Hurry! I think he is beginning to recover.”
When the bearded man had switched on the electric light he returned to kneel once more beside the inert37 body on the floor, and began to pull and haul and tug27 at the box and attempt to insert the key in the lock. But the stiffened38 clutch of the drugged man made it impossible either to release the box or get at the keyhole.
“Ach, was! Verflüchtete’ schwein-hund––!” He seized the rigid15 hand and, exerting all the strength of a brutally39 inflamed40 fury, fairly ripped loose the fingers.
“Also!” he panted, seizing the stiffened body from the floor and lifting it. “Hold you him by the long and Yankee legs once, und I push him out––”
“Out of the port?”
“Gewiss! Otherwise he recovers to raise some hell!”
“It is not necessary. How shall this man know?”
“You left your handkerchief. He iss no fool. He makes a noise. No, it iss safer we push him overboard.”
“I’ll take the papers to Karl, and then I can remain in my stateroom––”
“No! Lift his legs, I tell you! You want I hold him in my arms all day while you talk, talk, talk! You take his legs right away quick––!”
He staggered a few paces forward with his unwieldy burden and, setting one knee on the sofa, attempted to force Neeland’s head and shoulders through the open port. At the same moment a rapid knocking sounded outside the stateroom door.
“Quick!” breathed the nurse. “Throw him on his bed!”206
The blue-eyed, golden-bearded man hesitated, then as the knocking sounded again, imperative41, persistent42, he staggered to the bed with his burden, laid it on the pillows, seized his crutches, rested on them, breathing heavily, and listening to the loud and rapid knocking outside the door.
“We’ve got to open,” she whispered. “Don’t forget that we found him unconscious in the corridor!” And she slid the bolt noiselessly, opened the stateroom door, and stepped outside the curtain into the corridor.
“Wireless44 for Mr. Neeland––” he began; but his speech failed and his jaw45 fell at sight of the nurse in her cap and uniform. And when, on his crutches, the bearded man emerged from behind the curtain, the steward’s eyes fairly protruded46.
“The young gentleman is ill,” explained the nurse coolly. “Mr. Hawks47 heard him fall in the corridor and came out on his crutches to see what had happened. I chanced to be passing through the main corridor, fortunately. I am doing what I can for the young gentleman.”
“Ow,” said the steward, staring over her shoulder at the bearded man on crutches.
“There iss no need of calling the ship’s doctor,” said the man on crutches. “This young woman iss a hospital nurse und she iss so polite and obliging to volunteer her service for the poor young gentleman.”
“Yes,” she said carelessly, “I can remain here for an hour or two with him. He requires only a few simple remedies—I’ve already given him a sedative48, and he is sleeping very nicely.”
“Yess, yess; it iss not grave. Pooh! It is notting. He slip and knock his head. Maybe too much 207tchampagne. He sleep, and by and by he feel better. It iss not advisable to make a fuss. So! We are not longer needed, steward. I return to my room.”
And, nodding pleasantly, the bearded man hobbled out on his crutches and entered his own stateroom across the passage.
“Steward,” said the nurse pleasantly, “you may leave the wireless telegram with me. When Mr. Neeland wakes I’ll read it to him––”
“Give that telegram to me!” burst out a ghostly voice from the curtained room behind her.
Every atom of colour left her face, and she stood there as though stiffened into marble. The steward stared at her. Still staring, he passed gingerly in front of her and entered the curtained room.
Neeland was lying on his bed as white as death; but his eyes fluttered open in a dazed way:
“Steward,” he whispered.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Neeland.”
“My—box.” His eyes closed.
“Box, sir?”
“Where—is—it?”
“Which box, sir? Is it this one here on the floor?”—lifting the olive-wood box in its case. The key was in the lock; the other keys hung from it, dangling49 on a steel ring.
The nurse stepped calmly into the room.
“Steward,” she said in her low, pleasant voice, “the sedative I gave him has probably confused his mind a little––”
“I tell you,” whispered the nurse, “he doesn’t know what he is saying.”208
“I got to obey him, ma’am––”
“I forbid you––”
“Sir?”
“My box. I—want it.”
“Certainly, sir––”
“Here, beside my—pillow.”
“Yes, sir.” He laid the box beside the sick man.
“Is it locked, steward?”
“Key sticking in it, sir. Yes, it’s locked, sir.”
“Open.”
The nurse, calm, pale, tight-lipped, stood by the curtain looking at the bed over which the steward leaned, opening the box.
“’Ere you are, sir,” he said, lifting the cover. “I say, nurse, give ’im a lift, won’t you?”
The nurse coolly stepped to the bedside, stooped, raised the head and shoulders of the prostrate51 man. After a moment his eyes unclosed; he looked at the contents of the box with a perceptible effort.
“Lock it, steward. Place it beside me.... Next the wall.... So.... Place the keys in my pocket.... Thank you.... I had a—pistol.”
“Sir?”
“A pistol. Where is it?”
The steward’s roving glance fell finally upon the washbasin. He walked over, picked up the automatic, and, with an indescribable glance at the nurse, laid it across Neeland’s up-turned palm.
The young man’s fingers fumbled52 it, closed over the handle; and a ghost of a smile touched his ashen53 face.
“Do you feel better, sir?”
“I’m tired.... Yes, I feel—better.”
“Can I do anything for you, Mr. Neeland?”209
“Stay outside—my door.”
“Do you wish the doctor, sir?”
“No.... No!... Don’t call him; do you hear?”
“I won’t call him, sir.”
“No, don’t call him.”
“No, sir.... Mr. Neeland, there is a—a trained nurse here. You will not want her, will you, sir?”
Again the shadow of a smile crept over Neeland’s face.
“Did she come for—her handkerchief?”
There was a silence; the steward looked steadily54 at the nurse; the nurse’s dark eyes were fixed55 on the man lying there before her.
“You shan’t be wanting her any more, shall you, sir?” repeated the steward, not shifting his gaze.
“Yes; I think I shall want her—for a little while.”... Neeland slowly opened his eyes, smiled up at the motionless nurse: “How are you, Scheherazade?” he said weakly. And, to the steward, with an effort: “Miss White and I are—old friends.... However—kindly remain outside—my door.... And throw what remains56 of my dinner—out of—the port.... And be ready—at all times—to look after the—gentleman on crutches.... I’m—fond of him.... Thank you, steward.”
Long after the steward had closed the stateroom door, Ilse Dumont stood beside Neeland’s bed without stirring. Once or twice he opened his eyes and looked at her humorously. After a while he said:
“Please be seated, Scheherazade.”
She calmly seated herself on the edge of his couch.
“Horrid soup,” he murmured. “You should attend a cooking school, my dear.”210
She regarded him absently, as though other matters absorbed her.
“Yes,” he repeated, “as a cook you’re a failure, Scheherazade. That broth which you seasoned for me has done funny things to my eyes, too. But they’re recovering. I see much better already. My vision is becoming sufficiently57 clear to observe how pretty you are in your nurse’s cap and apron.”
“You are pretty, Scheherazade,” he repeated. “You know you are, don’t you? But you’re a poor cook and a rotten shot. You can’t be perfection, you know. Cheer up!”
She ignored the suggestion, her dark eyes brooding and remote again; and he lay watching her with placid59 interest in which no rancour remained. He was feeling decidedly better every minute now. He lifted the automatic pistol and shoved it under his pillow, then cautiously flexed60 his fingers, his arms, and finally his knees, with increasing pleasure and content.
“Such dreadful soup,” he said. “But I’m a lot better, thank you. Was it to have been murder this time, too, Scheherazade? Would the entire cupful have made a pretty angel of me? Oh, fie! Naughty Scheherazade!”
She remained mute.
“Didn’t you mean manslaughter with intent to exterminate61?” he insisted, watching her.
Perhaps she was thinking of her blond and bearded companion, and the open port, for she made no reply.
“Why didn’t you let him heave me out?” inquired Neeland. “Why did you object?”211
At that she reddened to the roots of her hair, understanding that what she feared had been true—that Neeland, while physically62 helpless, had retained sufficient consciousness to be aware of what was happening to him and to understand at least a part of the conversation.
“What was the stuff with which you flavoured that soup, Scheherazade?”
He was merely baiting her; he did not expect any reply; but, to his surprise, she answered him:
“Threlanium—Speyer’s solution is what I used,” she said with a sort of listless effrontery63.
“Don’t know it. Don’t like it, either. Prefer other condiments64.”
He lifted himself on one elbow, remained propped65 so, tore open his wireless telegram, and, after a while, contrived66 to read it:
“James Neeland,
“S. S. Volhynia.
“Spies aboard. Be careful. If trouble threatens captain has instructions British Government to protect you and order arrests on your complaint.
“Naïa.”
With a smile that was almost a grin, Neeland handed the telegram to Ilse Dumont.
“Scheherazade,” he said, “you’ll be a good little girl, now, won’t you? Because it would be a shocking thing for you and your friend across the way to land in England wearing funny bangles on your wrists and keeping step with each other, wouldn’t it?”
She continued to hold the slip of paper and stare at it long after she had finished reading it and the words became a series of parallel blurs67.212
“Scheherazade,” he said lightly, “what on earth am I going to do with you?”
“Why not? You deserve it, don’t you? You and your humorous friend with the yellow beard?”
She looked at him with a vague smile.
“What can you prove?” said she.
She smiled incredulously.
“It’s quite true, Scheherazade. Otherwise, I shouldn’t have ordered my steward to throw the remains of my dinner out of the corridor porthole. No, dear child. I should have had it analysed, had your stateroom searched for more of that elusive70 seasoning you used to flavour my dinner; had a further search made for a certain sort of handkerchief and perfume. Also, just imagine the delightful71 evidence which a thorough search of your papers might reveal!” He laughed. “No, Scheherazade; I did not care to prove you anything resembling a menace to society. Because, in the first place, I am absurdly grateful to you.”
Her face became expressionless under the slow flush mounting.
“I’m not teasing you,” he insisted. “What I say is true. I’m grateful to you for violently injecting romance into my perfectly commonplace existence. You have taken the book of my life and not only extra illustrated72 it with vivid and chromatic73 pictures, but you have unbound it, sewed into its prosaic74 pages several chapters ripped bodily from a penny-dreadful, and you have then rebound75 the whole thing and pasted your own pretty picture on the cover! Come, now! Ought 213not a man to be grateful to any philanthropic girl who so gratuitously76 obliges him?”
Her face burned under his ridicule77; her clasped hands in her lap were twisted tight as though to maintain her self-control.
“What do you want of me?” she asked between lips that scarcely moved.
He laughed, sat up, stretched out both arms with a sigh of satisfaction. The colour came back to his face; he dropped one leg over the bed’s edge; and she stood erect and stepped aside for him to rise.
No dizziness remained; he tried both feet on the floor, straightened himself, cast a gaily78 malicious79 glance at her, and slowly rose to his feet.
“Scheherazade,” he said, “isn’t it funny? I ask you, did you ever hear of a would-be murderess and her escaped victim being on such cordial terms? Did you?”
“I feel fine, thank you. I am enjoying the situation extremely, too. It’s a delightful paradox81, this situation. It’s absurd, it’s enchanting82, it’s incredible! There is only one more thing that could make it perfectly impossible. And I’m going to do it!” And he deliberately encircled her waist and kissed her.
She turned white at that, and, as he released her, laughing, took a step or two blindly, toward the door; stood there with one hand against it as though supporting herself.
After a few moments, and very slowly, she turned and looked at him; and that young man was scared for the first time since their encounter in the locked house in Brookhollow.
Yet in her face there was no anger, no menace, 214nothing he had ever before seen in any woman’s face, nothing that he now comprehended. Only, for the moment, it seemed to him that something terrible was gazing at him out of this girl’s fixed eyes—something that he did not recognise as part of her—another being hidden within her, staring out through her eyes at him.
“For heaven’s sake, Scheherazade––” he faltered.
She opened the door, still watching him over her shoulder, shrank through it, and was gone.
He stood for a full five minutes as though stupefied, then walked to the door and flung it open. And met a ship’s officer face to face, already lifting his hand to knock for admittance.
“Mr. Neeland?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Captain West’s compliments, and he would be glad to see you in his cabin.”
“Thank you. My compliments and thanks to Captain West, and I shall call on him immediately.”
They exchanged bows; the officer turned, hesitated, glanced at the steward who stood by the port.
“Did you bring a radio message to Mr. Neeland?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, I received the message,” said Neeland.
“The captain requests you to bring the message with you.”
“With pleasure,” said Neeland.
So the officer went away down the corridor, and Neeland sat down on his bed, opened the box, went over carefully every item of its contents, relocked it with a grin of satisfaction, and, taking it with him, went off to pay a visit to the captain of the Volhynia.
The bearded gentleman in the stateroom across the 215passage had been listening intently to the conversation, with his ear flat against his keyhole.
And now, without hesitating, he went to a satchel83 which stood on the sofa in his stateroom, opened it, took from it a large bundle of papers and a ten-pound iron scale-weight.
Attaching the weight to the papers by means of a heavy strand84 of copper85 wire, he mounted the sofa and hurled86 the weighted package into the Atlantic Ocean.
“Pig-dogs of British,” he muttered in his golden beard, “you may go and dive for them when The Day dawns.”
Then he filled and lighted a handsome porcelain87 pipe, and puffed88 it with stolid89 satisfaction, leaving the pepper-box silver cover open.
“Der Tag,” he muttered in his golden beard; and his clear eyes swept the starlit ocean with the pensive90 and terrifying scrutiny91 of a waiting eagle.
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