In a sort of mental aside, Lanyard reflected that mixed bathing for metaphors was apparently countenanced under the code of cynics.
"Does one gather that you feel aggrieved with Captain Monk for not making you a partner in his new a.s.sociations?"
"For trying to put one over on me, an old pal... stood by him through thick and thin... would"ve gone through fire for Whit Monk, and in my way I have, many"s the time. And now he hooks up with Phinuit and this Delorme woman, and leaves me to shuffle my feet on the doormat... and thinks I"ll let him get away with it."
The voice in the dark gave a grunt of infinite contempt: "Like h.e.l.l..."
"I understand your feelings, monsieur; and I ask you to believe in my sympathy. But you said--if I remember--that we were in the same boat, you and I; whereas I a.s.sure you Captain Monk has not abused my friendship, since he has never had it."
"I know that well enough," said the mutter. "I don"t mean you"ve got my reasons for feeling sore; but I do mean you"ve got reason enough of your own--"
"On what grounds do you say that?"
Another deliberate pause prefaced the reply: "You said a while ago I knew something. Well--you said it. I and you"ve both been frozen out of this deal and we"re both meaning to take a hand whether they like it or not. If that don"t put us in the same boat I don"t know..."
Perceiving he would get no more satisfaction, Lanyard schooled himself to be politic for the time being.
"Say it is so, then... But I think you have something to propose."
"It"s simple enough: When two people find themselves in the same boat they"ve got to pull together if they want to get anywhere."
"You propose, then, an alliance?"
"That"s the answer. Without you I can"t do anything but kick over the applecart for Whit Monk; and that sort of revenge is mighty unsatisfactory. Without me--well: what can you do? I know you can get that tin safe of Whit"s open, when you feel like it, get the jewels and all; but what show do you stand to get away with them? That is, unless you"ve got somebody working in with you on board the ship. See here..."
The mutter sank into a husky whisper, and in order to be heard the speaker bent so low over Lanyard that fumes of whiskey almost suffocated the poor man in his bed.
"You"ve got a head, you"ve had experience, you know how... Well, go to it: make your plans, consult with me, get everything fixed, lift the loot; I"ll stand by, fix up everything so"s your work will go through slick, see that you don"t get hurt, stow the jewels where they won"t be found; and when it"s all over, we"ll split fifty-fifty. What d"you say?"
"Extremely ingenious, monsieur, but unfortunately impracticable."
"That"s the last thing," stated the disappointed whisper, "I ever thought a man like you would say."
"But it is obvious. We do not know each other."
"You mean, you can"t trust me?"
"For that matter: how can you be sure you can trust me?"
"Oh, I guess I can size up a square guy when I see him."
"Many thanks. But why should I trust you, when you will not even be quite frank with me?"
"How"s that? Haven"t I----"
"One moment: you refuse to name the source of your astonishingly detailed information concerning this affair--myself included. You wish me to believe you simply a.s.sume I am at odds with Captain Monk and his friends. I admit it is true. But how should you know it? Ah, no, my friend! either you will tell me how you learned this secret, or I must beg you to let me get my sleep."
"That"s easy. I heard Whit and Phinuit talking about you the other night, on deck, when they didn"t think anybody was listening."
Lanyard smiled into the darkness: no need to fret about fair play toward this one! The truth was not in him, and by the same token the traditional honour that obtains among thieves could not be.
He said, as if content, in the manner of a practical man dismissing all immaterial considerations:
"As you say, the time is brief..."
"It"ll have to be pulled off to-morrow night or not at all," the mutter urged with an eager accent.
"My thought, precisely. For then we come to land, do we not?"
"Yes, and it"ll have to be not long after dark. We ought to drop the hook at midnight. Then"--the mutter was broken with hopeful anxiety--"then you"ve decided you"ll stand in with me, Mr. Lanyard?"
"But of course! What else can one do? As you have so fairly pointed out: what is either of us without the other?"
"And it"s understood: you"re to lift the stuff, I"m to take care of it till we can slip ash.o.r.e, we"re to make our getaway together--and the split"s to be fifty-fifty, fair and square?"
"I ask nothing better."
"Where"s your hand?"
Two hands found each other blindly and exchanged a firm and inspiring clasp--while Lanyard gave thanks for the night that saved his face from betraying his mind.
Another deep sigh sounded a note of apprehensions at an end. A gruff chuckle followed.
"Whit Monk! He"ll learn something about the way to treat old friends."
And all at once the mutter merged into a vindictive hiss: "Him with his airs and graces, his fine clothes and greasy manners, putting on the lah-de-dah over them that"s stood by him when he hadn"t a red and was glad to cadge drinks off spiggoties in h.e.l.ls like the Colonel"s at Colon--him!"
But Lanyard had been listening only with his ears; he hadn"t the slightest interest in Mr. Mussey"s resentment of the affectations of Captain Monk. For now his mad scheme had suddenly a.s.sumed a complexion of comparative simplicity; given the co-operation of the chief engineer, all Lanyard would need to contribute would be a little headwork, a little physical exertion, a little daring--and complete indifference, which was both well warranted and already his, to abusing the confidence of Mr. Mussey.
"But about this affair to-morrow night," he interrupted impatiently: "attend to me a little, if you please, my friend. Can you give me any idea where we are, or will, approximately, at midnight to-night?"
"What"s that go to do----?"
"Perhaps I ask only for my own information. But it may be that I have a plan. If we are to work together harmoniously, Mr. Mussey, you must learn to have a little confidence in me."
"Beg your pardon," said an humble mutter. "We ought to be somewhere off Nantucket Shoals Lightship."
"And the weather: have you sufficient acquaintance with these lat.i.tudes to foretell it, even roughly?"
"Born and brought up in Edgartown, made my first voyage on a tramp out of New Bedford: guess I know something about the weather in these lat.i.tudes! The wind"s been hauling round from sou"west to south all day. If it goes on to sou"east, it"ll likely be thick to-morrow, with little wind, no sea to speak of, and either rain or fog."
"So! Now to do what I will have to do, I must have ten minutes of absolute darkness. Can that be arranged?"
"Absolute darkness?" The mutter had a rising inflexion of dubiety. "How d"you mean?"
"Complete extinguishing of every light on the ship."
"My G.o.d!" the mutter protested. "Do you know what that means? No lights at night, under way, in main-travelled waters! Why, by nightfall we ought to be off Block Island, in traffic as heavy as on Fifth Avenue! No: that"s too much."
"Too bad," Lanyard uttered, philosophic. "And the thing could have been done."