The door was opened, and the marine entered the little room. Somers sat down at the table to eat his breakfast. He was blessed with a good appet.i.te, and some ""am and heggs," which the steward particularly recommended, looked very inviting. But he had hardly satisfied himself that the steward had not overrated the quality of his viands, before his attention was attracted by an exclamation from the corporal of marines.
"What"s the matter?" demanded Somers, rising from the table, and rushing to the state-room.
"Mr. Pillgrim is not here, sir," replied the man.
"Not here!"
"No, sir."
"He can"t be far off."
Somers entered the state-room. Certainly the prisoner was not there; nor was there any indication of the means by which he had departed. The part.i.tions between this and the adjoining state-rooms were undisturbed.
The door had been securely locked, and the key was in the pocket of the commanding officer. The traitor could not have crawled through the bull"s eye which lighted the room, for it was not more than nine inches in diameter.
The marines who had been on guard during the night were summoned. They all told the same story; not a sound had been heard in the room. Both the master"s mates who had kept the watches on deck were examined, but they had no information to communicate.
"This is very remarkable," said Somers to his first officer.
"Very remarkable," replied Mr. Hudson, who seemed to be even more bewildered than his commander.
"Where is Captain Walmsley?" asked Somers of the steward.
"I don"t know, sir. I "aven"t seen him since "e hate his supper last night."
"See if he is in his state-room, steward."
He was not in his state-room. His bed had not been occupied; no one had seen him since the Ben Nevis parted company with the Chatauqua.
"Are there any boats missing, Mr. Hudson?" continued Somers.
"No, sir; the steamer had two quarter-boats, and a life-boat forward.
They are all in their places."
"Wasn"t there a dingy, or a jolly-boat, at the stern?"
"No, sir; I am sure that no boat is missing."
"Then of course the prisoner must be on board."
"No doubt of that, Mr. Somers. In my opinion he has concealed himself in the hold, and intends to escape after we go into port."
"But how could he get into the hold?"
"That is more than I know, sir. He isn"t in his state-room; he wouldn"t have jumped overboard forty miles from land."
"He must be found before we make the capes," said Somers, who could not help thinking how "cheap" he should feel if compelled to report the escape of his prisoner to the department.
He returned to the table and finished his breakfast, as a matter of necessity now,--for man must eat,--rather than of inclination. The Scotch ham seemed to have lost its fine flavor, and it was really a pity that he had not completed his repast before the escape of Pillgrim was discovered. But Somers was satisfied that the traitor was still on board, and he was determined to find him, even if he had to throw the valuable cargo of the Ben Nevis overboard, in order to effect his purpose.
When Somers had worried down his breakfast, he went on deck to detail parties to engage in the search. The hatches were taken off, and Mr.
Hudson was directed to examine the hold, while Somers himself, with the marines and a couple of seamen, went to the cabin for the purpose of tracing the fugitive from his starting-point. This appeared to be no easy matter, for as yet there was not the slightest clew to his means of egress.
Somers opened the door of the state-room, which had been occupied by the prisoner, and there, to his utter astonishment and confusion, he saw Pillgrim, sitting on a stool, and looking as composed as though nothing had happened. Somers could hardly believe the evidence of his own eyes.
"Good morning, Mr. Somers," said the traitor. "I am happy to see you. I was just thinking it was about breakfast time."
"Haven"t you had your breakfast yet?" asked Somers, who deemed it best to talk at random.
"How should I? You lock the door, and confine me to a very limited sphere of observation. I hope you don"t intend to starve me."
"O, no, by no means. I thought it likely you had breakfasted while on your travels."
"On my travels?" said the prisoner, inquiringly.
"You have been out of your room."
"I?"
Pillgrim opened his eyes, and seemed to be astonished.
"Certainly you have. When we opened the door half an hour since, you were not here. Perhaps you will not object to telling me where you have been."
"I have not been out of my state-room, as you must be aware."
"But you have," replied Somers, stoutly.
"Am I to infer that you accuse me of lying, Mr. Somers?" demanded the traitor, with an exhibition of dignity.
"I accuse you of nothing; I only say you have been out of your state-room."
"But I say I have not. I am your prisoner: it is hardly magnanimous to insult me in my present situation."
"Are you ready for your breakfast?" asked Somers, unwilling to pursue the conversation on that tack.
"A hungry man is always ready for his breakfast. My misfortunes have not impaired my appet.i.te. I am ready for my breakfast."
Somers directed the steward to bring the prisoner his morning meal.
"Mr. Somers, may I beg the favor of half an hour"s conversation with you, when I have done my breakfast?" added Pillgrim.
"It is hardly necessary."
"Excuse me; it is absolutely necessary for your comfort and safety as well as mine."
"Under such a threat, I shall certainly decline," replied Somers, coldly.
"I intended no threat. Send these people away, and I will speak."
"You may speak or be silent, as you please."