"He"s as right as rain," said the boarding master. "I brought down a pillow and blankets for you and put "em in the kitchen. And now I"ll take the other two pound ten and be getting off "ome. It ought to be ten pounds really with the trouble I"ve "ad."
Mr. Wilks laid the desired amount on the table, and Mr. Nathan Smith placing it in his pocket rose to go.
"Don"t disturb "im till he"s "ad "is sleep out, mind," he said, pausing at the door, "else I can"t answer for the consequences. If "e should get up in the night and come down raving mad, try and soothe "im. Good-night and pleasant dreams."
He closed the door after him quietly, and the horrified steward, after fetching the bed-clothes on tiptoe from the kitchen, locked the door which led to the staircase, and after making up a bed on the floor lay down in his clothes and tried to get to sleep.
He dozed off at last, but woke up several times during the night with the cold. The lamp burnt itself out, and in the dark he listened intently for any sounds of life in the room above. Then he fell asleep again, until at about half-past seven in the morning a loud crash overhead awoke him with a start.
In a moment he was sitting up with every faculty on the alert. Footsteps blundered about in the room above, and a large and rapidly widening patch of damp showed on the ceiling. It was evident that the sleeper, in his haste to quench an abnormal thirst, had broken the water jug.
Mr. Wilks, shivering with dread, sprang to his feet and stood irresolute. Judging by the noise, the captain was evidently in a fine temper, and Mr. Smith"s remarks about insanity occurred to him with redoubled interest. Then he heard a hoa.r.s.e shout, the latch of the bedroom door clicked, and the prisoner stumbled heavily downstairs and began to fumble at the handle of the door at the bottom. Trembling with excitement Mr. Wilks dashed forward and turned the key, and then retreating to the street door prepared for instant flight.
He opened the door so suddenly that the man on the other side, with a sudden cry, fell on all fours into the room, and raising his face stared stupidly at the steward. Mr. Wilks"s hands dropped to his sides and his tongue refused its office, for in some strange fashion, quite in keeping with the lawless proceedings of the previous night, Captain Nugent had changed into a most excellent likeness of his own son.
CHAPTER XII
For some time Mr. Wilks stood gazing at this unexpected apparition and trying to collect his scattered senses. Its face was pale and flabby, while its gla.s.sy eyes, set in rims of red eyelids, were beginning to express unmistakable signs of suspicion and wrath. The shock was so sudden that the steward could not even think coherently. Was the captain upstairs? And if so, what was his condition? Where was Nathan Smith? And where was the five pounds?
A voice, a husky and discordant voice, broke in upon his meditations; Jack Nugent was also curious.
"What does all this mean?" he demanded, angrily. "How did I get here?"
"You--you came downstairs," stammered Mr. Wilks, still racking his brains in the vain effort to discover how matters stood.
Mr. Nugent was about to speak, but, thinking better of it, turned and blundered into the kitchen. Sounds of splashing and puffing ensued, and the steward going to the door saw him with his head under the tap. He followed him in and at the right time handed him a towel. Despite the disordered appearance of his hair the improvement in Mr. Nugent"s condition was so manifest that the steward, hoping for similar results, turned the tap on again and followed his example.
"Your head wants cooling, I should think," said the young man, returning him the towel. "What"s it all about?"
Mr. Wilks hesitated; a bright thought occurred to him, and murmuring something about a dry towel he sped up the narrow stairs to his bedroom. The captain was not there. He pushed open the small lattice window and peered out into the alley; no sign of either the captain or the ingenious Mr. Nathan Smith. With a heavy heart he descended the stairs again.
"Now," said Mr. Nugent, who was sitting down with his hands in his pockets, "perhaps you"ll be good enough to explain what all this means."
"You were "ere last night," said Mr. Wilks, "you and the cap"n."
"I know that," said Nugent. "How is it I didn"t go home? I didn"t understand that it was an all-night invitation. Where is my father?"
The steward shook his head helplessly. "He was "ere when I went out last night," he said, slowly. "When I came back the room was empty and I was told as "e was upstairs in my bed."
"Told he was in your bed?" repeated the other. "Who told you?"
He pushed open the small lattice window and peered out into the alley.
Mr. Wilks caught his breath. "I mean I told myself "e was in my bed," he stammered, "because when I came in I see these bed-clothes on the floor, an" I thought as the cap"n "ad put them there for me and taken my bed "imself."
Mr. Nugent regarded the litter of bed-clothes as though hoping that they would throw a little light on the affair, and then shot a puzzled glance at Mr. Wilks.
"Why should you think my father wanted your bed?" he inquired.
"I don"t know," was the reply. "I thought p"r"aps "e"d maybe taken a little more than "e ought to have taken. But it"s all a myst"ry to me. I"m more astonished than wot you are."
"Well, I can"t make head or tail of it," said Nugent, rising and pacing the room. "I came here to meet my father. So far as I remember I had one drink of whisky--your whisky--and then I woke up in your bedroom with a splitting headache and a tongue like a piece of leather. Can you account for it?"
Mr. Wilks shook his head again. "I wasn"t here," he said, plucking up courage. "Why not go an" see your father? Seems to me "e is the one that would know most about it."
Mr. Nugent stood for a minute considering, and then raising the latch of the door opened it slowly and inhaled the cold morning air. A subtle and delicate aroma of coffee and herrings which had escaped from neighbouring breakfast-tables invaded the room and reminded him of an appet.i.te. He turned to go, but had barely quitted the step before he saw Mrs. Kingdom and his sister enter the alley.
Mr. Wilks saw them too, and, turning if anything a shade paler, supported himself by the door-pest. Kate Nugent quickened her pace as she saw them, and, after a surprised greeting to her brother, breathlessly informed him that the captain was missing.
"Hasn"t been home all night," panted Mrs. Kingdom, joining them. "I don"t know what to think."
They formed an excited little group round the steward"s door, and Mr. Wilks, with an instinctive feeling that the matter was one to be discussed in private, led the way indoors. He began to apologize for the disordered condition of the room, but Jack Nugent, interrupting him brusquely, began to relate his own adventures of the past few hours.
Mrs. Kingdom listened to the narrative with unexpected calmness. She knew the cause of her nephew"s discomfiture. It was the gla.s.s of whisky acting on a system unaccustomed to alcohol, and she gave a vivid and moving account of the effects of a stiff gla.s.s of hot rum which she had once taken for a cold. It was quite clear to her that the captain had put his son to bed; the thing to discover now was where he had put himself.
"Sam knows something about it," said her nephew, darkly; "there"s something wrong."
"I know no more than a babe unborn," declared Mr. Wilks. "The last I see of the cap"n "e was a-sitting at this table opposite you."
"Sam wouldn"t hurt a fly," said Miss Nugent, with a kind glance at her favourite.
"Well, where is the governor, then?" inquired her brother. "Why didn"t he go home last night? He has never stayed out before."
"Yes, he has," said Mrs. Kingdom, folding her hands in her lap. "When you were children. He came home at half-past eleven next morning, and when I asked him where he"d been he nearly bit my head off. I"d been walking the floor all night, and I shall never forget his remarks when he opened the door to the police, who"d come to say they couldn"t find him. Never."
A ghostly grin flitted across the features of Mr. Wilks, but he pa.s.sed the back of his hand across his mouth and became serious again as he thought of his position. He was almost dancing with anxiety to get away to Mr. Nathan Smith and ask for an explanation of the proceedings of the night before.
"I"ll go and have a look round for the cap"n," he said, eagerly; "he can"t be far."
"I"ll come with you," said Nugent. "I should like to see him too. There are one or two little things that want explaining. You take aunt home, Kate, and I"ll follow on as soon as there is any news."
As he spoke the door opened a little way and a head appeared, only to be instantly withdrawn at the sight of so many people. Mr. Wilks stepped forward hastily, and throwing the door wide open revealed the interesting features of Mr. Nathan Smith.
"How do you do, Mr. Wilks?" said that gentleman, softly. "I just walked round to see whether you was in. I"ve got a message for you. I didn"t know you"d got company."
He stepped into the room and, tapping the steward on the chest with a confidential finger, backed him into a corner, and having got him there gave an expressive wink with one eye and gazed into s.p.a.ce with the other.
"I thought you"d be alone," he said, looking round, "but p"r"aps it"s just as well as it is. They"ve got to know, so they may as well know now as later on."
"Know what?" inquired Jack Nugent, abruptly. "What are you making that face for, Sam?"
Mr. Wilks mumbled something about a decayed tooth, and to give colour to the statement continued a series of contortions which made his face ache.
"You should take something for that tooth," said the boarding-master, with great solicitude. "Wot do you say to a gla.s.s o" whisky?"
He motioned to the fatal bottle, which still stood on the table; the steward caught his breath, and then, rising to the occasion, said that he had already had a couple of gla.s.ses, and they had done no good.