"Pull yourself together, Mr Pryce. This fat lady had no particular grievance against Mr Gallagher. As these things are done in the East he seems to have treated her very well. Why should she wish him any harm?"
"We don"t know "ow they look at things. Why, a man can live there for twenty years with one them natives, and d"you think "e knows what"s goin" on in that black heart of hers? Not "im!"
She could not smile at his melodramatic language, for his intensity was impressive. And she knew, if anyone did, that the hearts of men, whether their skins are yellow or white or brown, are incalculable.
"But even if she felt angry with him, even if she hated him and wanted to kill him, what could she do?" It was strange that Mrs Hamlyn with her questions was trying now, unconsciously, to rea.s.sure herself "There"s no poison that could start working after six or seven days."
"I never said it was poison."
"I"m sorry, Mr Pryce," she smiled, "but I"m not going to believe in a magic spell, you know"
"You"ve lived in the East?"
"Off and on for twenty years."
"Well, if you can say what they can do and what they can"t, it"s more than I can." He clenched his fist and beat it on the rail with sudden, angry violence. "I"m fed up with the b.l.o.o.d.y country. It"s got on my nerves, that"s what it is. We"re no match for them, us white men, and that"s a fact. If you"ll excuse me I think I"ll go an"ave a tiddley. I"ve got the jumps."
He nodded abruptly and left her. Mrs Hamlyn watched him, a st.u.r.dy, shuffling little man in a shabby khaki, slither down the companion into the waist of the ship, walk across it with bent head, and disappear into the second-cla.s.s saloon. She did not know why he left with her a vague uneasiness. She could not get out of her mind that picture of a stout woman, no longer young, in a sarong, a coloured jacket, and gold ornaments, who sat on the steps of a bungalow looking at an empty road. Her heavy face was painted, but in her large, tearless eyes there was no expression. The men who drove in the car were like schoolboys going home for the holidays. Gallagher gave a sigh of relief In the early morning, under the bright sky, his spirits bubbled. The future was like a sunny road that wandered through a wide-flung, wooded plain.
Later in the day Mrs Hamlyn asked the doctor how his patient did. The doctor shook his head.
"I"m done. I"m at the end of my tether." He frowned unhappily. "It"s rotten luck, striking a case like this. It would be bad enough at home, but on board ship ..." He was an Edinburgh man, but recently qualified, and he was taking his voyage as a holiday before settling down to practice. He felt himself aggrieved. He wanted to have a good time and, faced with this mysterious illness, he was worried to death. Of course he was inexperienced, but he was doing everything that could be done and it exasperated him to suspect that the pa.s.sengers thought him an ignorant fool.
"Have you heard what Mr Pryce thinks?" asked Mrs Hamlyn.
"I never heard such rot. I told the captain and he"s right up in the air. He doesn"t want it talked about. He thinks it"ll upset the pa.s.sengers."
"I"ll be as silent as the grave."
The surgeon looked at her sharply.
"Of course you don"t believe that there can be any truth in nonsense of that sort?" he asked.
"Of course not." She looked out at the sea, which shone, blue and oily and still, all round them. "I"ve lived in the East a long time," she added. "Strange things happen there."
"This is getting on my nerves," said the doctor.
Near them two little j.a.panese gentlemen were playing deck quoits. They were trim and neat in their tennis shirts, white trousers, and buckram shoes. They looked very European, they even called the score to one another in English, and yet somehow to look at them filled Mrs Hamlyn at that moment with a vague disquiet. Because they seemed to wear so easily a disguise there was about them something sinister. Her nerves too were on edge.
And presently, no one quite knew how, the notion spread through the ship that Gallagher was bewitched. While the ladies sat about on their deck-chairs, st.i.tching away at the costumes they were making for the fancy-dress party on Christmas Day, they gossiped about it in undertones, and the men in the smoking-room talked of it over their c.o.c.ktails. A good many of the pa.s.sengers had lived long in the East and from the recesses of their memory they produced strange and inexplicable stories. Of course it was absurd to think seriously that Gallagher was suffering from a malignant spell, such things were impossible, and yet this and that was a fact and no one had been able to explain it. The doctor had to confess that he could suggest no cause for Gallagher"s condition, he was able to give a physiological explanation, but why these terrible spasms should have suddenly a.s.sailed him he did not say. Feeling vaguely to blame, he tried to defend himself "Why, it"s the sort of case you might never come across in the whole of your practice," he said. "It"s rotten luck."
He was in wireless communication with pa.s.sing ships, and suggestions for treatment came from here and there.
"I"ve tried everything they tell me," he said irritably. "The doctor of the j.a.panese boat advised adrenalin. How the devil does he expect me to have adrenalin in the middle of the Indian Ocean?"
There was something impressive in the thought of this ship speeding through a deserted sea, while to her from all parts came unseen messages. She seemed at that moment strangely alone and yet the centre of the world. In the lazaret the sick man, shaken by the cruel spasms, gasped for life. Then the pa.s.sengers became conscious that the ship"s course was altered, and they heard that the captain had made up his mind to put in at Aden. Gallagher was to be landed there and taken to the hospital, where he could have attention which on board was impossible. The chief engineer received orders to force his engines. The ship was an old one and she throbbed with the greater effort. The pa.s.sengers had grown used to the sound and feel of her engines, and now the greater vibration shook their nerves with a new sensation. It would not pa.s.s into each one"s unconsciousness, but beat on their sensibilities so that each felt a personal concern. And still the wide sea was empty of traffic, so they seemed to traverse an empty world. And now the uneasiness which had descended upon the ship, but which no one had been willing to acknowledge, became a definite malaise. The pa.s.sengers grew irritable, and people quarrelled over trifles which at another time would have seemed insignificant. Mr Jephson made his hackneyed jokes, but no one any longer repaid him with a smile. The Linsells had an altercation, and Mrs Linsell was heard late at night walking round the deck with her husband and uttering in a low, tense voice a stream of vehement reproaches. There was a violent scene in the smoking-room one night over a game of bridge, and the reconciliation which followed it was attended with general intoxication. People talked little of Gallagher, but he was seldom absent from their thoughts. They examined the route map. The doctor said now that Gallagher could not live more than three or four days, and they discussed acrimoniously what was the shortest time in which Aden could be reached. What happened to him after he was landed was no affair of theirs; they did not want him to die on board.
Mrs Hamlyn saw Gallagher every day. With the suddenness with which after tropical rain in the spring you seem to see the herbage grow before your very eyes, she saw him go to pieces. Already his skin hung loosely on his bones, and his double chin was like the wrinkled wattle of a turkey-c.o.c.k. His cheeks were sunken. You saw now how large his frame was, and through the sheet under which he lay his bony structure was like the skeleton of a prehistoric giant. For the most part he lay with his eyes closed, torpid with morphia, but shaken still with terrible spasms, and when now and again he opened his eyes they were preternaturally large; they looked at you vaguely, perplexed and troubled, from the depths of their bony sockets. But when, emerging from his stupor, he recognized Mrs Hamlyn, he forced a gallant smile to his lips.
"How are you, Mr Gallagher?" she said.
"Getting along, getting along. I shall be all right when we get out of this confounded heat. Lord, how I look forward to a dip in the Atlantic. I"d give anything for a good long swim. I want to feel the cold grey sea of Gal way beating against my chest."
Then the hiccup shook him from the crown of his head to the sole of his feet. Mr Pryce and the stewardess shared the care of him. The little c.o.c.kney"s face wore no longer its look of impudent gaiety, but instead was sullen.
"The captain sent for me yesterday," he told Mrs Hamlyn when they were alone. "He gave me a rare talking to."
"What about?"
"He said "e wouldn"t "ave all this hoodoo stuff He said it was frightening the pa.s.sengers and I"d better keep a watch on me tongue or I"d "ave "im to reckon with. It"s not my doing. I never said a word except to you and the doctor."
"It"s all over the ship."
"I know it is. D"you think it"s only me that"s saying it? All them Lascars and the Chinese, they all know what"s the matter with him. You don"t think you can teach them much, do you? They know it ain"t a natural illness."
Mrs Hamlyn was silent. She knew through the amahs of some of the pa.s.sengers that there was no one on the ship, except the whites, who doubted that the woman whom Gallagher had left in distant Selantan was killing him with her magic. All were convinced that as they sighted the barren rocks of Arabia his soul would be parted from his body.
"The captain says if he hears of me trying any hanky-panky he"ll confine me to my cabin for the rest of the voyage," said Pryce, suddenly, a surly frown on his puckered face.
"What do you mean by hanky-panky?"
He looked at her for a moment fiercely as though she too were an object of the anger he felt against the captain.
"The doctor"s tried every d.a.m.ned thing he knows, and he"s wirelessed all over the place, and what good "as "e done? Tell me that. Can"t "e see the man"s dying? There"s only one way to save him now"
"What do you mean?"
"It"s magic what"s killing "im, and it"s only magic what"ll save him. Oh, don"t say it can"t be done. I"ve seen it with me own eyes." His voice rose, irritable and shrill. "I"ve seen a man dragged from the jaws of death, as you might say, when they got in a paw.a.n.g, what we call a witch-doctor, an"
"e did "is little tricks. I seen it with me own eyes, I tell you."
Mrs Hamlyn did not speak. Pryce gave her a searching look.
"One of them Lascars on board, he"s a witch-doctor, same as the paw.a.n.g that we "ave in the F.M.S. An"
"e says he"ll do it. Only he must "ave a live animal. A c.o.c.k would do."
"What do you want a live animal for?" Mrs Hamlyn asked, frowning a little. The c.o.c.kney looked at her with quick suspicion.
"If you take my advice you won"t know anything about it. But I tell you what, I"m going to leave no stone unturned to save my governor. An" if the captain "ears of it and shuts me up in me cabin, well, let "im."
At that moment Mrs Linsell came up and Pryce with his quaint gesture of salute left them. Mrs Linsell wanted Mrs Hamlyn to fit the dress she had been making herself for the fancy-dress ball, and on the way down to the cabin she spoke to her anxiously of the possibility that Mr Gallagher might die on Christmas Day. They could not possibly have the dance if he did. She had told the doctor that she would never speak to him again if this happened, and the doctor had promised her faithfully that he would keep the man alive over Christmas Day somehow.
"It would be nice for him, too," said Mrs Linsell.
Tor whom?" asked Mrs Hamlyn.
Tor poor Mr Gallagher. Naturally no one likes to die on Christmas Day. Do they?"
"I don"t really know," said Mrs Hamlyn.
That night, after she had been asleep a little while, she awoke weeping. It dismayed her that she should cry in her sleep. It was as though then the weakness of the flesh mastered her, and, her will broken, she were defenceless against a natural sorrow. She turned over in her mind, as so often before, the details of the disaster which had so profoundly affected her; she repeated the conversations with her husband, wishing she had said this and blaming herself because she had said the other. She wished with all her heart that she had remained in comfortable ignorance of her husband"s infatuation, and asked herself whether she would not have been wiser to pocket her pride and shut her eyes to the unwelcome truth. She was a woman of the world, and she knew too well how much more she lost in separating herself from her husband than his love; she lost the settled establishment and the a.s.sured position, the ample means and the support of a recognized background. She had known of many separated wives, living equivocally on smallish incomes, and knew how quickly their friends found them tiresome. And she was lonely. She was as lonely as the ship that throbbed her hasting way through an unpeopled sea, and lonely as the friendless man who lay dying in the ship"s lazaret. Mrs Hamlyn knew that her thoughts had got the better of her now and that she would not easily sleep again. It was very hot in her cabin. She looked at the time; it was between four and half past; she must pa.s.s two mortal hours before broke the rea.s.suring day.
She slipped into a kimono and went on deck. The night was sombre and although the sky was unclouded no stars were visible. Panting and shaking, the old ship under full steam lumbered through the darkness. The silence was uncanny. Mrs Hamlyn with bare feet groped her way slowly along the deserted deck.
It was so black that she could see nothing. She came to the end of the promenade deck and leaned against the rail. Suddenly she started and her attention was fixed, for on the lower deck she caught a fitful glow. She leaned forward cautiously. It was a little fire, and she saw only the glow because the naked backs of men, crouched round, hid the flame. At the edge of the circle she divined, rather than saw, a stocky figure in pyjamas. The rest were natives, but this was a European. It must be Pryce and she guessed immediately that some dark ceremony of exorcism was in progress. Straining her ears she heard a low voice muttering a string of secret words. She began to tremble. She was aware that they were too intent upon their business to think that anyone was watching them, but she dared not move. Suddenly, rending the sultry silence of the night like a piece of silk violently torn in two, came the crowing of a c.o.c.k. Mrs Hamlyn almost shrieked. Mr Pryce was trying to save the life of his friend and master by a sacrifice to the strange G.o.ds of the East. The voice went on, low and insistent. Then in the dark circle there was a movement, something was happening, she knew not what; there was a cluck-cluck from the c.o.c.k, angry and frightened, and then a strange, indescribable sound; the magician was cutting the c.o.c.k"s throat; then silence; there were vague doings that she could not follow, and in a little while it looked as though someone were stamping out the fire. The figures she had dimly seen were dissolved in the night and all once more was still. She heard again the regular throbbing of the engines.
Mrs Hamlyn stood still for a little while, strangely shaken, and then walked slowly along the deck. She found a chair and lay down in it. She was trembling still. She could only guess what had happened. She did not know how long she lay there, but at last she felt that the dawn was approaching. It was not yet day, and it was no longer night. Against the darkness of the sky she could now see the ship"s rail. Then she saw a figure come towards her. It was a man in pyjamas.
"Who"s that?" she cried nervously.
"Only the doctor," came a friendly voice.
"Oh! What are you doing here at this time of night?"
"I"ve been with Gallagher." He sat down beside her and lit a cigarette. "I"ve given him a good strong hypodermic and he"s quiet now"
"Has he been very ill?"
"I thought he was going to pa.s.s out. I was watching him, and suddenly he started up on his bed and began to talk Malay. Of course I couldn"t understand a thing. He kept on saying one word over and over again."
"Perhaps it was a name, a woman"s name."
"He wanted to get out of bed. He"s a d.a.m.ned powerful man even now By George, I had a struggle with him. I was afraid he"d throw himself overboard. He seemed to think someone was calling him."
"When was that?" asked Mrs Hamlyn slowly.
"Between four and half past. Why?"
"Nothing."
She shuddered.
Later in the morning when the ship"s life was set upon its daily round, Mrs Hamlyn pa.s.sed Pryce on the deck, but he gave her a brief greeting and walked on with quickly averted gaze. He looked tired and overwrought. Mrs Hamlyn thought again of the fat woman, with golden ornaments in her thick, black hair, who sat on the steps of the deserted bungalow and looked at the road which ran through the trim lines of the rubber trees.
It was fearfully hot She knew now why the night had been so dark. The sky was no longer blue, but a dead, level white; its surface was too even to give the effect of cloud; it was as though in the upper air the heat hung like a pall. There was no breeze, and the sea, as colourless as the sky, was smooth and shining like the dye in a dyer"s vat. The pa.s.sengers were listless, when they walked round the deck they panted, and beads of sweat broke out on their foreheads. They spoke in undertones. Something uncanny and disquieting brooded over the ship, and they could not bring themselves to laugh. A feeling of resentment arose in their hearts; they were alive and well, and it exasperated them that, so near, a man should be dying and by the fact (which was after all no concern of theirs) so mysteriously affect them. A planter in the smoking-room over a gin sling said brutally what most of them felt, though none had confessed.
"Well, if he"s going to peg out," he said, "I wish he"d hurry up and get it over. It gives me the creeps."
The day was interminable. Mrs Hamlyn was thankful when the dinner hour arrived. So much time, at all events, was pa.s.sed. She sat at the doctor"s table. "When do we reach Aden?" she asked.
"Some time tomorrow. The captain says we shall sight land between five and six in the morning."
She gave him a sharp look. He stared at her for a moment, then dropped his eyes and reddened. He remembered that the woman, the fat woman sitting on the bungalow steps, had said that Gallagher would never see the land. Mrs Hamlyn wondered whether he, the sceptical, matter-of-fact young doctor, was wavering at last. He frowned a little and then, as though he sought to pull himself together, looked at her once more.
"I shan"t be sorry to hand over my patient to the hospital people at Aden, I can tell you," he said.
Next day was Christmas Eve. When Mrs Hamlyn awoke from a troubled sleep the dawn was breaking. She looked out of her port-hole and saw that the sky was clear and silvery; during the night the haze had melted, and the morning was brilliant. With a lighter heart she went on deck. She walked as far forward as she could go. A late star twinkled palely close to the horizon. There was a shimmer on the sea as though a loitering breeze pa.s.sed playful fingers over its surface. The light was wonderfully soft, tenuous like a budding wood in spring, and crystalline so that it reminded you of the bubbling of water in a mountain brook. She turned to look at the sun rising rosy in the east, and saw coming towards her the doctor. He wore his uniform; he had not been to bed all night; he was dishevelled and he walked, with bowed shoulders, as though he were dog-tired. She knew at once that Gallagher was dead. When he came up to her she saw that he was crying. He looked so young then that her heart went out to him. She took his hand.
"You poor dear," she said. "You"re tired out."
"I did all I could," he said. "I wanted so awfully to save him."
His voice shook and she saw that he was almost hysterical.
"When did he die?" she asked.
He closed his eyes, trying to control himself, and his lips trembled. "A few minutes ago."
Mrs Hamlyn sighed. She found nothing to say. Her gaze wandered across the calm, dispa.s.sionate, and ageless sea. It stretched on all sides of them as infinite as human sorrow. But on a sudden her eyes were held, for there, ahead of them, on the horizon was something which looked like a precipitous and ma.s.sy cloud. But its outline was too sharp to be a cloud"s. She touched the doctor on the arm.
"What"s that?"
He looked at it for a moment and under his sunburn she saw him grow white.
"Land."
Once more Mrs Hamlyn thought of the fat Malay woman who sat silent on the steps of Gallagher"s bungalow. Did she know?
They buried him when the sun was high in the heavens. They stood on the lower deck and on the hatches, the first-and second-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers, the white stewards and the European officers. The missionary read the burial service.
"Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay"
Pryce looked down at the deck with knit brows. His teeth were tight clenched. He did not grieve, for his heart was hot with anger. The doctor and the consul stood side by side. The consul bore to a nicety the expression of an official regret, but the doctor, clean-shaven now, in his neat fresh uniform and his gold braid, was pale and hara.s.sed. From him Mrs Hamlyn"s eyes wandered to Mrs Linsell. She was pressed against her husband, weeping, and he was holding her hand tenderly. Mrs Hamlyn did not know why this sight singularly affected her. At that moment of grief, her nerves distraught, the little woman went by instinct to the protection and support of her husband. But then Mrs Hamlyn felt a little shudder pa.s.s through her and she fixed her eyes on the seams in the deck, for she did not want to see what was toward. There was a pause in the reading. There were various movements. One of the officers gave an order. The missionary"s voice continued: "Forasmuch as it has pleased Almighty G.o.d of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed: we therefore commend his body to the deep, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body when the sea shall give up its dead."
Mrs Hamlyn felt the hot tears flow down her cheeks. There was a dull splash. The missionary"s voice went on.
When the service was finished the pa.s.sengers scattered; the second-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers returned to their quarters and a bell rang to summon them to luncheon. But the first-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers sauntered aimlessly about the promenade deck. Most of the men made for the smoking-room and sought to cheer themselves with whiskies and sodas and with gin slings. But the consul put up a notice on the board outside the dining-saloon summoning the pa.s.sengers to a meeting. Most of them had an idea for what purpose it was called, and at the appointed hour they a.s.sembled. They were more cheerful than they had been for a week and they chattered with a gaiety which was only subdued by a mannerly reserve. The consul, an eyegla.s.s in his eye, said that he had gathered them together to discuss the question of the fancy-dress dance on the following day. He knew they all had the deepest sympathy for Mr Gallagher and he would have proposed that they should combine to send an appropriate message to the deceased"s relatives, but his papers had been examined by the purser and no trace could be found of any relative or friend with whom it was possible to communicate. The late Mr Gallagher appeared to be quite alone in the world. Meanwhile he (the consul) ventured to offer his sincere sympathy to the doctor, who, he was quite sure, had done everything that was possible in the circ.u.mstances.
"Hear, hear," said the pa.s.sengers.
They had all pa.s.sed through a very trying time, proceeded the consul, and to some it might seem that it would be more respectful to the deceased"s memory if the fancy-dress ball were postponed till New Year"s Eve. This, however, he told them frankly was not his view, and he was convinced that Mr Gallagher himself would not have wished it. Of course it was a question for the majority to decide. The doctor got up and thanked the consul and the pa.s.sengers for the kind things that had been said of him, it had of course been a very trying time, but he was authorized by the captain to say that the captain expressly wished that all the festivities to be carried out on Christmas Day as though nothing had happened. He (the doctor) told them in confidence that the captain felt the pa.s.sengers had got into a rather morbid state, and thought it would do them all good if they had a jolly good time on Christmas Day. Then the missionary"s wife rose and said they mustn"t think only of themselves; it had been arranged by the Entertainment Committee that there should be a Christmas Tree for the children, immediately after the first-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers" dinner, and the children had been looking forward to seeing everyone in fancy-dress; it would be too bad to disappoint them; she yielded to no one in her respect for the dead, and she sympathized with anyone who felt too sad to think of dancing just then, her own heart was very heavy, but she did feel it would be merely selfish to give way to a feeling which could do no good to anyone. Let them think of the little ones. This very much impressed the pa.s.sengers. They wanted to forget the brooding terror which had hung over the boat for so many days, they were alive and they wanted to enjoy themselves; but they had an uneasy notion that it would be decent to exhibit a certain grief It was quite another matter if they could do as they wished from altruistic motives. When the consul called for a show of hands everyone but Mrs Hamlyn, and one old lady who was rather rheumatic, held up an eager arm.
"The ayes have it," said the consul. "And I venture to congratulate the meeting on a very sensible decision."
It was just going to break up when one of the planters got on his feet and said he wished to offer a suggestion. Under the circ.u.mstances didn"t they think it would be as well to invite the second-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers? They had all come to the funeral that morning. The missionary jumped up and seconded the motion. The events of the last few days had drawn them all together, he said, and in the presence of death all men were equal. The consul again addressed them. This matter had been discussed at a previous meeting and the conclusion had been reached that it would be pleasanter for the second-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers to have their own party, but circ.u.mstances alter cases, and he was distinctly of opinion that their previous decision should be reversed.
"Hear, hear," said the pa.s.sengers.
A wave of democratic feeling swept over them and the motion was carried by acclamation. They separated light-heartedly, they felt charitable and kindly. Everyone stood everyone else drinks in the smoking-room.
And so, on the following evening, Mrs Hamlyn put on her fancy-dress. She had no heart for the gaiety before her, and for a moment had thought of feigning illness, but she knew no one would believe her, and was afraid to be thought affected. She was dressed as Carmen and she could not resist the vanity of making herself as attractive as possible. She darkened her eyelashes and rouged her cheeks. The costume suited her. When the bugle sounded and she went into the saloon she was received with flattering surprise. The consul (always a humorist) was dressed as a ballet-girl and was greeted with shouts of delighted laughter. The missionary and his wife, self-conscious but pleased with themselves, were very grand as Manchus. Mrs Linsell, as Columbine, showed all that was possible of her very pretty legs. Her husband was an Arab sheik and the doctor was a Malay sultan.
A subscription had been collected to provide champagne at dinner and the meal was hilarious. The company had provided crackers in which were paper hats of various shapes and these the pa.s.sengers put on. There were paper streamers too which they threw at one another and little balloons which they beat from one to the other across the room. They laughed and shouted. They were very gay. No one could say that they were not having a good time. As soon as dinner was finished they went into the saloon, where the Christmas Tree, with candles lit, was ready, and the children were brought in, shrieking with delight, and given presents. Then the dance began. The second-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers stood about shyly round the part of the deck reserved for dancing and occasionally danced with one another.
"I"m glad we had them," said the consul, dancing with Mrs Hamlyn. "I"m all for democracy, and I think they"re very sensible to keep themselves to themselves." But she noticed that Pryce was not to be seen, and when an opportunity presented asked one of the second-cla.s.s pa.s.sengers where he was.
"Blind to the world," was the answer. "We put him to bed in the afternoon and locked him up in his cabin."