"The ship?" she said gently.
"Soon," he said. "We must be careful. Tired?"
"A little. Where is the ship?"
"That is her light. We go this way--keep out of sight."
"How long?"
"Soon, soon."
She became trustful as they turned and made for the ship. Plouff, stifling his desire to proclaim his incomparable efficiency, brought up imperceptibly against the grating and, stepping out, crept intelligently up the ladder to make sure of the watchman. That person was, as Plouff expected, drowsing comfortably over the galley fire. He tiptoed to the bulwarks and whispered:
"Come up. All clear!"
Mr. Spokesly drew Evanthia upon the gangway and guided her steps upward.
Plouff stood at the top, his head thrust forward and his hand gripping the bulwark as though about to fling himself upon them. His globular eyes and glossy curling moustache made him look like some furtive and predatory animal. He slipped down the gangway, got into the boat, and pushed off. Plouff was off to have a night free from responsibility. His chief officer was on board. _Sacre!_ His chief officer had _joli gout_.
And he, Plouff, had his eyes about him. And his wits. There was something behind this. So, not a word!
And the two pa.s.sengers, whom he had transported so neatly and without arousing either the watchman or the suspicious picket-boats, went into the cabin and, after closing the door, Mr. Spokesly lit the swinging lamp. Evanthia looked about her.
"A ship," she said absently, revolving the novel idea in her mind.
"You must go to bed," said he gravely. "And you must stay down in there until I tell you it is all clear. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand."
"I"ll show you," he said, and he carefully piloted her down the companion. She leaned forward daintily to peer as he lit her lamp.
"It"s the best I could do," he whispered.
"Beautiful. Tck!" she saw her clothes in the drawer he opened and patted his arm. She regarded him curiously, as though seeing him in a fresh light. "You are very good to me."
"Easy to be that," he muttered, holding her and breathing heavily.
"Good-night!"
He closed the door and strode away to the companion, and he was about to mount when a thought struck him. She must keep her door locked, in case somebody came down. He walked back.
And as he put out his hand to open the door again to tell her this, he heard the key grind in the lock.
He paused, and then went away up, and very thoughtful, turned in.
CHAPTER XIII
From his conspicuous post on the forecastle Mr. Spokesly watched the elderly lieutenant--his old friend whom he had met at Floka"s--descend the ladder into his launch. The ship was already moving, the anchor was awash, and the elderly lieutenant wavered somewhat as he put out his hands to grasp the rail running along the cabin of his launch. It was evening, and he was, Mr. Spokesly could see, adequately full. Indeed, he had been reinforced by more than one whiskey and soda before he had arrived with the captain"s sailing orders. And Captain Rannie, who was watching him as though hoping he might by some fortunate turn of fate slip into the water and vanish for ever, had placed a bottle of whiskey and a syphon at his elbow in the cabin and permitted him to help himself. The old fellow had been very full of a triumph he had achieved over the authorities. He had been transferred to the Transport Office, where it was evident they needed an experienced ship"s officer to keep a general eye upon things. All very well, these naval people, in their way--here he filled his gla.s.s again--but what did they know about _our_ work? Nothing! The soda shot into the gla.s.s, cascading all over the table. He drank. Incredible, absolutely incredible what queer things these people thought up. Told him to run round and round the White Tower for the duration of the war! Him! An experienced officer! Nice thing that, now! He drank again and refilled his gla.s.s. But he had been transferred....
Captain Rannie sat out this sort of thing for over half an hour and then went up on the bridge and pulled the whistle lanyard. The _Kalkis_ uttered a yelp, followed by a gargling cry ending in a portentous hiccough. Mr. Spokesly remarked:
"They are signalling to heave up, sir."
"Then heave up," Captain Rannie had snapped, and had run down again. He found the elderly lieutenant smiling and refilling his gla.s.s. He did not see the expression of impatience on the captain"s features as he entered.
"Anchor"s coming up," the captain said in a distinct tone. "Steward, take the gla.s.ses." He gathered up the papers, muttering, and went down to his room. This sudden cessation of hospitality penetrated the old lieutenant"s consciousness. He rose up and went out to the gangway, and it was there Mr. Spokesly saw him. It could not have been better, the chief officer remarked to himself. The old souse had turned up most providentially. The long-nosed quarrelsome creature who usually came out to the transports, and who always found out everything that was going on, was sick in the hospital out on the Monastir Road. The vessel gathered speed. They were away.
And Captain Rannie, who now appeared on the little bridge in company with a yellow-haired man at the wheel, was in a mood in which a much larger bridge would have been a comfort to him. The binnacle interrupted his headlong march from side to side, his head down, his hands in his trouser pockets. He would swing round suddenly and plunge across as though he had a broad thoroughfare ahead of him. At the binnacle he had to turn a little and edge past it before he could take three more strides and bring up against the end. Mr. Spokesly, who was finishing up on the forecastle, noted his Commander"s movements and asked himself the cause of the agitation.
For Captain Rannie was agitated beyond his customary disapproval of mankind. He had had a long conference with his employer that morning before coming on board. They might not see each other again for some time, it was understood. The interview had taken place in the little office in the Rue Voulgaroktono, off the Place de la Liberte, and the usual crowds had thronged the street while they talked. Mr. Dainopoulos had gone on with his business, rising continually to change money, and once he went away for half an hour to look at some rugs. Captain Rannie had remained coiled up on his chair, smoking cigarette after cigarette, listening to his owner"s remarks, his eyes wandering as though in search of some clue.
"You understand," Mr. Dainopoulos had said in the course of this conversation, "I"m doing this for my wife. My wife likes this young lady very much. Another thing, the young lady"s mother, she"s married again.
Man with plenty of money. I do his business for him here."
Captain Rannie looked hard at a crack in the linoleum near his foot.
"I"m sure it doesn"t make the slightest difference to me. I know nothing about it, nothing at all. My chief officer was going to say something to me this morning and I shut him up at once. I knew perfectly well from the very first there was something like this in the wind and I made up my mind to have nothing at all to do with it. As master of the vessel it"s impossible ... you can quite understand ... eh?"
"That"s all right," replied Mr. Dainopoulos, looking at his open palm.
"No pa.s.sport. Once you get outside, no matter. The young lady, she give me a paper. She loves my wife. She gives everything she may have to my wife."
"Which isn"t much, according to what you told me before. You grumbled to me, and said in so many words she cost you a lot of money to keep for a companion to your wife."
Mr. Dainopoulos stared hard at his captain"s sneering face.
"That was before her mother got married again. Miss Solaris, she tell me her mother want somebody to look after the farms, by and by."
"I don"t want to hear anything about it," burst out Captain Rannie, turning round in his chair so that he could hear better.
"And she say, she say," went on Mr. Dainopoulos steadily, "her mother perhaps, you understand, some women have one, two, three, four husband, you see? Well, her mother want a good man of business. So Miss Solaris she sign a paper for me. She give everything to my wife."
"Everything! Which is nothing, I"ve no doubt."
"Ah-h! Not nothing. I sell his tobacco now, and it"s not nothing, I can tell you. No! By and by, Miss Solaris, now her mother marry again, will be rich. But she"s crazy about that feller I told you she had here."
"I don"t remember anything about it. I make it a rule to have nothing to do with pa.s.sengers. I expect no less," announced Captain Rannie, alert to hear every word.
"Well, if a woman wants a man, she gets him," observed Mr. Dainopoulos gravely.
"That"s true, I admit," was the unexpected reply.
"And you know well enough she"ll find young Lietherthal easy if she wants him. Me, I think she"ll stay round with _him_." And Mr.
Dainopoulos jerked his finger in the direction of the _Kalkis_.
Captain Rannie suddenly reversed himself on his chair and changed legs, uttering a sound like a snort.
"Yes," said Mr. Dainopoulos. "My wife she thinks maybe he marry her."