"Er--you heard! I"ve sometimes been called Daddleskink by those who don"t know any better. That was only a little joke."
"It"s a joke which Captain Herford seems to have taken to heart. He thinks you"re a dangerous criminal traveling under the subtle _alias_ of Smith."
"Can he lock me up for that?"
"Doubtless he can. But I don"t think he will. Who"s been sending back wireless messages about you?"
"Wireless? About me? Heaven knows; I don"t."
"Could it have been Mrs. Charlton Denyse?"
"If they were uncomplimentary, it might. I"m afraid she doesn"t approve of me."
"They seem to have been distinctly unfavorable. That Denyse female,"
continued the veteran lawyer, "is a raddled old polecat. Mischief is her specialty. How did she get on your trail?"
The Tyro explained.
"Hum! I"ll bet a cigar with a gold belt around its stomach that the captain wishes she were out yonder playing with the porpoises. He doesn"t look happy."
"What ails him?" inquired Dr. Alderson.
"Five different messages from Henry Clay Wayne, to begin with. Also, I fear my interview with him didn"t have a sedative effect."
"What did you say to him?" asked his client.
"I informed him that I"d been retained by our young friend here, and that if he were restrained of his liberty without due cause we would promptly bring suit against the line. Thereupon he tried to bluff me.
It"s a melancholy thing, Alderson," sighed the tough old warrior of a thousand legal battles, "to look as easy and browbeatable as I do. It wastes a lot of my time--and other people"s."
"Did it waste much of the captain"s on this occasion?"
"No. He threatened to lock me up, too. I told him if he did, he and his company would have another batch of suits; a suit for every day in the week, like the youth that married the tailor"s daughter.
"He called me some sort of sea-lawyer, and was quite excited until I calmed him with my card. When I left he was looking at my card as if it had just bitten him, and sending out a summons for the wireless operator that had all the timbre of an S.O.S. call. Young man, he"ll want to see you about three o"clock this afternoon if I"m not mistaken."
"What shall I do about it?" asked the Tyro.
"Give me five dollars. Thank you. I never work for nothing. Against my principles. I"m now employed for the case. Go and see him, and keep a stiff upper lip. Now, Alderson, your theory that a man must indicate every high card in his hand before--"
Perceiving that he was no longer essential to the conversation the Tyro drifted away. Luncheon was a gloomy meal. It was with rather a feeling of relief that he answered the summons to the captain"s room two hours thereafter.
"Mr. Daddlesmith," began that harried official.
"That isn"t my name," said the Tyro firmly.
"Well, Mr. Daddleskink, or Smith, or whatever you choose to call yourself, I"ve had an interview with your lawyer."
"Yes? Judge Enderby?"
"Judge Enderby. He threatens to sue, if you are confined to your stateroom."
"That"s our intention."
"I"ve no lawyer aboard, and I can"t risk it. So I"ll not lock you up.
But I"ll tell you what I can and will do. If you so much as address one word to Miss Wayne for the rest of this voyage, I"ll lock _her_ up and keep her locked up."
The Tyro went red and then white. "I don"t believe you"ve got the power," he said.
"I have; and I"ll use it. Her father gives me full authority. Make no mistake about the matter, Mr. Smith: one word to her, and down she goes.
And I shall instruct every officer and steward to be on watch."
"As Judge Enderby has probably already told you what he thinks of your methods" (this was a random shot, but the marksman observed with satisfaction that the captain winced), "it would be superfluous for me to add anything."
"Superfluous and risky," retorted the commander.
The Tyro went out on deck because he felt that he needed air. Malign fate would have it that, as he stood at the rail, brooding over this unsurmountable complication, Little Miss Grouch should appear, radiant, glorious of hue, and attended by the galaxy of swains. She gave him the lightest of pa.s.sing nods as she went by. He raised his cap gloomily.
"Your queer-named friend doesn"t look happy," commented Lord Guenn at her elbow.
"Go and tell him I wish to speak with him," ordered the delectable tyrant.
The Englishman did so.
"I"m not feeling well," apologized the Tyro. "Please ask her to excuse me."
"You"d best ask her yourself," suggested the other. "I"m not much of a diplomat."
"No. I"m going below," said the wretched Tyro.
Well for him had he gone at once. But he lingered, and when he turned again he was frozen with horror to see her bearing down upon him with all sails set and colors flying.
"Why weren"t you at the dance last night?" she demanded.
He looked at her with a piteous eye and shook his head.
"Not feeling fit?"
Another mute and miserable denial.
"I don"t believe it! You aren"t a bit pea-green. Quite red, on the contrary."
Silence from the victim.
"Besides, you know, you"re the seaworthy child," she mocked.
""Whose feelings could never be riled.
While the porpoises porped And the pa.s.sengers torped, _He_ sat on the lee rail and smiled."
Here"s the lee rail. Haven"t you a single smile about you anywhere?"