"But I tell you that by this action you are aiding in the concealment of a terrible crime--the dastardly murder of a lady in London," I burst forth.
"Of course. That"s the yarn they said you"d spin. Well, you can stow that for the present. I"ll come down and hear it over a pipe, when I want a bit of relaxation. For the time being, just you sniff the ozone, and fancy yourself in a drawin"-room."
Then, without more ado, the burly fellow made his exit, slammed the heavy door and bolted it, leaving me still a prisoner within that tiny cabin.
CHAPTER SIX.
CAPTAIN BANFIELD EXPLAINS.
The hours pa.s.sed but slowly. The man who had first answered my summons brought me some food but to all my arguments he remained obdurate.
"The cap"n says you"re to stay "ere," he responded, "and if I let you out he"d put me in irons. Old Banfield ain"t a skipper to be trifled with, I can tell yer."
So I remained there, filled with gloomy thoughts, and wondering where I was being taken, and what possible interest Messrs. Hanway, the owners of the _Petrel_, could have in my forcible abduction.
I sat there, helpless and puzzled, until it grew quite dark, then my head feeling heavy, and my limbs exhausted on account of the drug that had been so ingeniously administered to me, I threw myself down, and the motion of the vessel soon lulled me to sleep.
The long green waves were sweeping past in the sunlight when I again opened my eyes, and from the porthole I could see a large steamer with a pair of red and black funnels in the distance, leaving a long trail of smoke behind her. Soon, however, she was beyond the range of my vision, and I could do nothing except sit there and review the whole situation.
The beautiful face of my murdered wife arose ever before me. It seemed to cry to me for vengeance. I was her husband, and I alone knew the truth.
Yet it was evident that I was still in the hands of enemies, and, imprisoned there, I could do nothing.
The day pa.s.sed, and fortunately I found myself feeling better. The effect of the noxious drug was slowly wearing off; yet the strain upon my nerves was terrible, and the imprisonment, coupled with uncertainty as to the future, was driving me to desperation.
A third day pa.s.sed, much as the second. The only person I saw was the sailor who brought me food from the cook"s galley in the morning and at evening--badly cooked sailors" fare that I could scarcely touch. As the sun was sinking, we suddenly approached a blue line of coast, and continued to skirt it until it became swallowed up in the night mists.
Then, wearied, I again lay down to sleep.
I was awakened by the sudden stoppage of the engines, and found that it was already day again, and that we were in calm water. Outside my porthole was a flat stone wall which shut out everything.
Much shouting and tramping sounded above, and I knew that we were being made fast at a quay.
My opportunity for escape had arrived. If only I could break open the door, and slip up on deck un.o.bserved, I might regain my freedom.
Now, I had during the past two days made a most careful examination of my cabin and of the door, during which I had noticed that, supporting the box-like berth beneath, was an iron stay, the lower end of which was flattened out so that it could be more easily screwed down to the floor.
The screws were loose, like most of the fittings of the badly kept craft; therefore, after some little trouble, I managed to remove it, and found that I held in my hand a capital crowbar.
Presently I managed to work the thin end between the door and the lintel, and then, throwing my whole weight against it, endeavoured to force the outer bolt from its fastenings.
My first attempt was abortive, but I saw that the screws were giving away; therefore I continued my efforts carefully so as not to attract attention, until, of a sudden, the socket of the bolt flew off, and the door was burst open. Then, holding my iron bar in self-defence, I stepped along to the foot of a ladder, by which I climbed on deck.
The vessel, it seemed, was not a large one, and of a particularly dirty and forbidding appearance. With care I crept round the deck-house un.o.bserved, until I reached the gangway, and just as my presence was discovered by the captain, I slipped across it nimbly, and was on the quay amid a crowd of labourers, custom officers, and the usual motley a.s.semblage which gathers to watch an arriving vessel.
I heard the skipper shouting violently, and a couple of the crew started in pursuit; but, taking to my heels I soon outdistanced them, and after some little time found myself walking in a large handsome street lined with fine shops and showy cafes. I was in Christiania.
I inquired in French of several persons the whereabouts of the British Consulate, and about an hour later found myself in the private office of the representative of her Majesty, a tall, good-looking man in a cool suit of white linen.
To him I related the whole circ.u.mstances. He listened, but smiled now and then with an air of incredulity. I told him of the murder, of the manner in which my life had been twice attempted, and of the remarkable circ.u.mstances of my abduction.
"And you say that you were taken on board the _Petrel_," he said reflectively. "I know Captain Banfield quite well. He is a strict disciplinarian, an excellent sailor, and is held in high esteem by his men. We must hear his explanation of the affair at once. If what you have said is true, it is certainly most remarkable."
I drew the trinket with the golden chain from my pocket, together with the crumpled note, and showed them to him.
"Strange," he remarked. "Most extraordinary! I"ll send down to the docks for Banfield at once;" and, calling a clerk, he dispatched him in a cab.
In the meantime, in response to his questions, I gave him the most minute details of the startling affairs, as well as the ingenious manner in which Beryl Wynd had been murdered. I knew that the story when related sounded absolutely incredible; but it was equally certain that the Consul, at first inclined to doubt my statement, had now become highly interested in it.
I remarked upon the extraordinary mystery, and its features which seemed to stagger belief.
"But you are a medical man of considerable attainment, I notice from your card," he resumed. "I have no reason to doubt your story. It is rather a matter which should be strictly inquired into. Any person abducted from England, in the manner you have been, has a right to seek protection and advice of his consul."
And we continued chatting until, after a lapse of nearly half an hour, the captain of the _Petrel_, wearing his sh.o.r.e-going clothes, was ushered in.
"Good morning, sir!" he exclaimed, addressing the representative of the Foreign Office, but taking no notice of my presence. "You"ve sent for me?"
"Yes, Captain," the Consul responded rather severely. "Kindly sit down.
There is a little matter upon which you can throw some light. You know this gentleman?"--and he indicated myself.
"Yes, sir. I know "im."
"Well, he has lodged a very serious complaint against you, namely, that you have held him a prisoner on board your ship without any just cause; and, further, that contrary to the regulations of the Board of Trade, you carried him from port while in an unconscious condition." The skipper remained quite unabashed.
"Well, sir," he answered, "as I"ve already told the gentleman, I"ve only acted under strict orders from my owners. I suppose they"ll take all the responsibility?"
"No; the responsibility rests upon yourself. You"ve held a master"s certificate a good many years, and you are fully acquainted with the Board of Trade regulations."
"Of course, I don"t deny that," the other responded.
"But my orders were quite precise."
"And now, tell me, how came this gentleman on board your ship?"
"To tell the truth, sir, I don"t know exactly. We were lying in the St Katherine Docks, and my last evening ash.o.r.e I spent at home with my wife, over at Victoria Park. We were to sail at four o"clock in the morning, but I didn"t get aboard before about ten past four. When I did so, orders from the owners were put into my hand, and I was told that there was a pa.s.senger who"d been brought aboard, lying asleep below.
"Ere"s the letter;" and he drew it from his pocket and handed it to the Consul.
The latter read it through, then, with an exclamation of surprise, handed it over to me.
It certainly increased the mystery, for it was from the office of the owners, Messrs. Hanway Brothers, in Leadenhall Street, ordering that I should be taken on the round voyage to the Baltic, well cared for, but kept looked in a cabin, as I had developed homicidal tendencies.
"The gentleman, whose name is Doctor Colkirk," continued the letter, "is subject to fits, in which he remains unconscious for some hours; therefore there is no cause for alarm if he is not conscious when he reaches you. He is under an hallucination that he has been witness of some remarkable crime, and will, no doubt, impress upon you the urgent necessity of returning to London for the prosecution of inquiries. If he does this, humour him, but on no account allow him to go on deck, or to hold conversation with any one. The gentleman is a source of the greatest anxiety to his friends, and, we may add, that if the present orders are strictly carried out, the gentleman"s friends have promised the payment of a handsome bonus to yourself. We therefore place him on board the _Petrel_, in preference to any other vessel of our fleet, because of the confidence we entertain that you will strictly carry out your orders."
The letter was signed by the firm.
"It seems very much as though the owners had some object in sending you aboard," observed the Consul.
Then, turning to the skipper, he asked, "How was the gentleman brought on board?"
"He was brought in a private carriage about six o"clock in the evening, my men say. Two gentlemen carried him on board. The dock police stopped them, but they told the constable that the gentleman was drunk."