The skipper looked out of the window and saw the unhappy victim of Captain Zingall slowly approaching. His wife drew him away, and, despite his remonstrances, pushed him into the next room and closed the door.
She sat on the sofa calmly sewing, as the mate, whose hardihood was rapidly failing him, entered Her manner gave him no a.s.sistance whatever, and coming sheepishly in he took a chair.
"I"ve come home," he said at last
"So I see, Ben," said Mrs. Bradd, calmly.
"He"s told her," said the mate to himself.
"Children all right?" he inquired, after another pause.
"Yes," said Mrs. Bradd, simply. "Little Joe"s boots are almost off his feet, though."
"Ah," said the mate, blankly.
"I"ve been waiting for you to come, Ben," said Mrs. Bradd after a pause.
"I want you to change a five-pound note Uncle d.i.c.k gave me."
"Can"t do it," said the mate, briefly. The absence of Captain Bradd was disquieting to a bashful man in such a position, and he had looked forward to a stormy scene which was to bring him to his senses again.
"Show me what you"ve got," said Mrs. Bradd, leaning forward.
The mate pulled out an old leather purse and counted the contents, two pounds and a little silver.
"There isn"t five pounds there," said Mrs. Bradd, "but I may as well take last week"s housekeeping while you"ve got it out."
Before the mate could prevent her she had taken the two pounds and put it in her pocket. He looked at her placid face in amazement, but she met his gaze calmly and drummed on the table with her thimble.
"No, no, I want the money myself," said the mate at last. He put his hands to his head and began to prepare for the grand transformation scene. "My head"s gone," he said, in a gurgling voice. "What am I doing here? Where am I?"
"Good gracious, what"s the matter with the man?" said Mrs. Bradd, with a scream. She s.n.a.t.c.hed up a bowl of flowers and flung the contents in his face as her husband burst into the room. The mate sprang to his feet, spluttering.
"What am I doing here, Cap"n Bradd?" he said in his usual voice.
"He"s come round!" said Bradd, ecstatically. "He"s come round. Oh, George, you have been playing the fool. Don"t you know what you"ve been doing?"
The mate shook his head, and stared round the room. "I thought we were in London," he said, putting his hand to his head. "You said Cap"n Zingall was coming aboard. How did we get here? Where am I?"
In a hurried, breathless fashion the skipper told him, the mate regarding him the while with a stare of fixed incredulity.
"I can"t understand it," he said at length. "My mind"s a perfect blank."
"A perfect blank," said Mrs. Bradd, cheerfully. It might have been accident, but she tapped her pocket as she spoke, and the outwitted mate bit his lip as he realised his blunder, and turned to the door. The couple watched him as he slowly pa.s.sed up the street.
"It"s most extraordinary," said the skipper; "the most extraordinary case I ever heard of."
"So it is," said his wife, "and what"s more extraordinary still for you, Ben, you"re going to church on Sunday, and what"s more extraordinary even than that, you are going to put two golden sovereigns in the plate."
TWIN SPIRITS
The "Terrace," consisting of eight gaunt houses, faced the sea, while the back rooms commanded a view of the ancient little town some half mile distant. The beach, a waste of shingle, was desolate and bare except for a ruined bathing machine and a few pieces of linen drying in the winter sunshine. In the offing tiny steamers left a trail of smoke, while sailing-craft, their canvas glistening in the sun, slowly melted from the sight. On all these things the "Terrace" turned a stolid eye, and, counting up its gains of the previous season, wondered whether it could hold on to the next. It was a discontented "Terrace," and had become prematurely soured by a Board which refused them a pier, a band-stand, and illuminated gardens.
From the front windows of the third storey of No. 1 Mrs. c.o.x, gazing out to sea, sighed softly.
The season had been a bad one, and Mr. c.o.x had been even more troublesome than usual owing to tightness in the money market and the avowed preference of local publicans for cash transactions to a.s.sets in chalk and slate. In Mr. c.o.x"s memory there never had been such a drought, and his crop of patience was nearly exhausted.
He had in his earlier days attempted to do a little work, but his health had suffered so much that his wife had become alarmed for his safety.
Work invariably brought on a cough, and as he came from a family whose lungs had formed the staple conversation of their lives, he had been compelled to abandon it, and at last it came to be understood that if he would only consent to amuse himself, and not get into trouble, nothing more would be expected of him. It was not much of a life for a man of spirit, and at times it became so unbearable that Mr. c.o.x would disappear for days together in search of work, returning unsuccessful after many days with nerves shattered in the pursuit.
Mrs. c.o.x"s meditations were disturbed by a knock at the front door, and, the servants having been discharged for the season, she hurried downstairs to open it, not without a hope of belated lodgers-invalids in search of an east wind. A stout, middle-aged woman in widow"s weeds stood on the door-step.
"Glad to see you, my dear," said the visitor, kissing her loudly.
Mrs. c.o.x gave her a subdued caress in return, not from any lack of feeling, but because she did everything in a quiet and spiritless fashion.
"I"ve got my Uncle Joseph from London staying with us," continued the visitor, following her into the hall, "so I just got into the train and brought him down for a blow at the sea."
A question on Mrs. c.o.x"s lips died away as a very small man who had been hidden by his niece came into sight.
"My Uncle Joseph," said Mrs. Berry; "Mr. Joseph Piper," she added.
Mr. Piper shook hands, and after a performance on the door-mat, protracted by reason of a festoon of hemp, followed his hostess into the faded drawing-room.
"And Mr. c.o.x?" inquired Mrs. Berry, in a cold voice.
Mrs. c.o.x shook her head. "He"s been away this last three days," she said, flushing slightly.
"Looking for work?" suggested the visitor.
Mrs. c.o.x nodded, and, placing the tips of her fingers together, fidgeted gently.
"Well, I hope he finds it," said Mrs. Berry, with more venom than the remark seemed to require. "Why, where"s your marble clock?"
Mrs. c.o.x coughed. "It"s being mended," she said, confusedly.
Mrs. Berry eyed her anxiously. "Don"t mind him, my dear," she said, with a jerk of her head in the direction of Mr. Piper, "he"s n.o.body. Wouldn"t you like to go out on the beach a little while, uncle?"
"No," said Mr. Piper.
"I suppose Mr. c.o.x took the clock for company," remarked Mrs. Berry, after a hostile stare at her relative.
Mrs. c.o.x sighed and shook her head. It was no use pretending with Mrs.
Berry.
"He"ll p.a.w.n the clock and anything else he can lay his hands on, and when he"s drunk it up come home to be made a fuss of," continued Mrs.