Night Watches

Chapter 17

THE UNKNOWN

Handsome is as "andsome does," said the night-watchman. It"s an old saying, but it"s true. Give a chap good looks, and it"s precious little else that is given to "im. He"s lucky when "is good looks "ave gorn-or partly gorn-to get a berth as night-watchman or some other hard and bad-paid job.

One drawback to a good-looking man is that he generally marries young; not because "e wants to, but because somebody else wants "im to. And that ain"t the worst of it: the handsomest chap I ever knew married five times, and got seven years for it. It wasn"t his fault, pore chap; he simply couldn"t say No.

One o" the best-looking men I ever knew was Cap"n Bill Smithers, wot used to come up here once a week with a schooner called the Wild Rose.

Funny thing about "im was he didn"t seem to know about "is good looks, and he was one o" the quietest, best-behaved men that ever came up the London river. Considering that he was mistook for me more than once, it was just as well.

He didn"t marry until "e was close on forty; and then "e made the mistake of marrying a widder-woman. She was like all the rest of "em-only worse. Afore she was married b.u.t.ter wouldn"t melt in "er mouth, but as soon as she "ad got her "lines" safe she began to make up for it.

For the fust month or two "e didn"t mind it, "e rather liked being fussed arter, but when he found that he couldn"t go out for arf an hour without having "er with "im he began to get tired of it. Her idea was that "e was too handsome to be trusted out alone; and every trip he made "e had to write up in a book, day by day, wot "e did with himself. Even then she wasn"t satisfied, and, arter saying that a wife"s place was by the side of "er husband, she took to sailing with "im every v"y"ge.

Wot he could ha" seen in "er I don"t know. I asked "im one evening-in a roundabout way-and he answered in such a long, roundabout way that I didn"t know wot to make of it till I see that she was standing just behind me, listening. Arter that I heard "er asking questions about me, but I didn"t "ave to listen: I could hear "er twenty yards away, and singing to myself at the same time.

Arter that she treated me as if I was the dirt beneath "er feet. She never spoke to me, but used to speak against me to other people. She was always talking to them about the "sleeping-sickness" and things o" that kind. She said night-watchmen always made "er think of it somehow, but she didn"t know why, and she couldn"t tell you if you was to ask her.

The only thing I was thankful for was that I wasn"t "er husband. She stuck to "im like his shadow, and I began to think at last it was a pity she "adn"t got some thing to be jealous about and something to occupy her mind with instead o" me.

"She ought to "ave a lesson," I ses to the skipper one evening. "Are you going to be follered about like this all your life? If she was made to see the foolishness of "er ways she might get sick of it."

My idea was to send her on a wild-goose chase, and while the Wild Rose was away I thought it out. I wrote a love-letter to the skipper signed with the name of "Dorothy," and asked "im to meet me at Cleopatra"s Needle on the Embankment at eight o"clock on Wednesday. I told "im to look out for a tall girl (Mrs. Smithers was as short as they make "em) with mischievous brown eyes, in a blue "at with red roses on it.

I read it over careful, and arter marking it "Private," twice in front and once on the back, I stuck it down so that it could be blown open a"most, and waited for the schooner to come back. Then I gave a van-boy twopence to "and it to Mrs. Smithers, wot was sitting on the deck alone, and tell "er it was a letter for Captain Smithers.

I was busy with a barge wot happened to be handy at the time, but I "eard her say that she would take it and give it to "im. When I peeped round she "ad got the letter open and was leaning over the side to wind"ard trying to get "er breath. Every now and then she"d give another look at the letter and open "er mouth and gasp; but by and by she got calmer, and, arter putting it back in the envelope, she gave it a lick as though she was going to bite it, and stuck it down agin. Then she went off the wharf, and I"m blest if, five minutes arterwards, a young fellow didn"t come down to the ship with the same letter and ask for the skipper.

"Who gave it you?" ses the skipper, as soon as "e could speak.

"A lady," ses the young fellow.

The skipper waved "im away, and then "e walked up and down the deck like a man in a dream.

"Bad news?" I ses, looking up and catching "is eye.

"No," he ses, "no. Only a note about a couple o" casks o" soda."

He stuffed the letter in "is pocket and sat on the side smoking till his wife came back in five minutes" time, smiling all over with good temper.

"It"s a nice evening," she ses, "and I think I"ll just run over to Dalston and see my Cousin Joe."

The skipper got up like a lamb and said he"d go and clean "imself.

"You needn"t come if you feel tired," she ses, smiling at "im.

The skipper could "ardly believe his ears.

"I do feel tired," he ses. "I"ve had a heavy day, and I feel more like bed than anything else."

"You turn in, then," she ses. "I"ll be all right by myself."

She went down and tidied herself up-not that it made much difference to "er-and, arter patting him on the arm and giving me a stare that would ha" made most men blink, she took herself off.

I was pretty busy that evening. Wot with shifting lighters from under the jetty and sweeping up, it was pretty near ha"-past seven afore I "ad a minute I could call my own. I put down the broom at last, and was just thinking of stepping round to the Bull"s Head for a "arf-pint when I see Cap"n Smithers come off the ship on to the wharf and walk to the gate.

"I thought you was going to turn in?" I ses.

"I did think of it," he ses, "then I thought p"r"aps I"d better stroll as far as Broad Street and meet my wife."

It was all I could do to keep a straight face. I"d a pretty good idea where she "ad gorn; and it wasn"t Dalston.

"Come in and "ave "arf a pint fust," I ses.

"No; I shall be late," he ses, hurrying off.

I went in and "ad a gla.s.s by myself, and stood there so long thinking of Mrs. Smithers walking up and down by Cleopatra"s Needle that at last the landlord fust asked me wot I was laughing at, and then offered to make me laugh the other side of my face. And then he wonders why people go to the Albion.

I locked the gate rather earlier than usual that night. Sometimes if I"m up that end I leave it a bit late, but I didn"t want Mrs. Smithers to come along and nip in without me seeing her face.

It was ten o"clock afore I heard the bell go, and when I opened the wicket and looked out I was surprised to see that she "ad got the skipper with "er. And of all the miserable-looking objects I ever saw in my life he was the worst. She "ad him tight by the arm, and there was a look on "er face that a"most scared me.

"Did you go all the way to Dalston for her?" I ses to "im.

Mrs. Smithers made a gasping sort o" noise, but the skipper didn"t answer a word.

She shoved him in in front of "er and stood ever "im while he climbed aboard. When he held out "is hand to help "er she struck it away.

I didn"t get word with "im till five o"clock next morning, when he came up on deck with his "air all rough and "is eyes red for want of sleep.

"Haven"t "ad a wink all night," he ses, stepping on to the wharf.

I gave a little cough. "Didn"t she "ave a pleasant time at Dalston?" I ses.

He walked a little further off from the ship. "She didn"t go there," he ses, in a whisper.

"You"ve got something on your mind," I ses. "Wot is it?"

He wouldn"t tell me at fust, but at last he told me all about the letter from Dorothy, and "is wife reading it unbeknown to "im and going to meet "er.

"It was an awful meeting!" he ses. "Awful!"

I couldn"t think wot to make of it. "Was the gal there, then?" I ses, staring at "im.

"No," ses the skipper; "but I was."

"You?" I ses, starting back. "You! Wot for? I"m surprised at you! I wouldn"t ha" believed it of you!"

"I felt a bit curious," he ses, with a silly sort o" smile. "But wot I can"t understand is why the gal didn"t turn up."

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