"Poor fellow!" thought Desmond, looking at the strong, fierce face and the gigantic frame now stiff and cold. "Little he knew, when he said he"d serve me to his life"s end, that the end was so near."
He had the body carried into the town, and reverently buried according to Mohammedan rites. From the lascar he had learnt all that he ever knew of the motives of the Gujarati"s action. Desmond had hardly left the boat when the man sprang quickly after him, saying briefly: "I go to guard the sahib." It was like the instinctive impulse of a faithful dog; and Desmond often regretted the loss of the man who had shown himself so capable of devotion.
That evening Clive summoned Desmond to attend him in the palace. When he entered the durbar hall, he saw a small group seated on the dais, consisting of Clive, Admiral Watson, and two or three subordinate officers. Standing in front of them was Diggle, in the charge of two marines.
"How many European prisoners have been released, Mr. Ward?" the Admiral was saying.
"Thirteen, sir; ten English and three Dutch."
"Is that correct, Mr. Burke? Was that the number when you were here?"
"Yes, sir, that is correct."
"Then you may go, Mr. Ward, and see that the poor fellows are taken on board the _Tyger_ and well looked after." As the officer saluted and withdrew the Admiral turned to Clive.
"Now for this white pirate," he said: "a most unpleasant matter, truly."
Signing to the marines to bring forward their prisoner, he threw himself back upon the divan, leaving the matter in Clive"s hands. Clive was gazing hard at Diggle, who had lost the look of terror he had worn two nights before, and stood before them in his usual att.i.tude of careless ease.
"You captured this man," said Clive, turning to Desmond, "within the precincts of the fort?"
His hard level tone contrasted strongly with the urbaner manner of the Admiral.
"Yes, sir," replied Desmond.
"He is the same man who inveigled you on board the interloper _Good Intent_ and delivered you to the Pirate?"
"Yes, sir."
"And he was to your knowledge a.s.sociated with the Pirate, and offered you inducements to spy upon His Majesty"s forces in Bombay?"
"Yes, sir."
"Have you anything to say for yourself, Mr. Peloti?"
"Pardon me, Mr. Clive; Diggle--Marmaduke Diggle."
"Diggle if you like," said Clive with a shrug. "You will hang as well in that name as another."
One of the officers smiled at the grim jest, but there was no smile on Clive"s stern, set face.
"You asked me had I anything to say for myself," said Diggle quietly.
"a.s.suredly; but it seems your honours have condemned me already. Why should I waste your time, and my breath? I bethink me "twas not even in Rome the custom to judge a matter before learning the facts--"prius rem dijudicare"; but it is a long time, Mr. Clive, since we conned our Terence together."
Desmond could not but admire the superb insouciance and the easy smile with which Diggle played his card. Seeing that Clive for an instant hesitated, the intrepid prisoner continued:
"But there, Mr. Clive, you never excelled in the Latin. "Twas a sore point with poor Mr. Burslem."
"Come, come," cried Clive, visibly nettled, "this is no time for quips.
You fail to appreciate your position. You are caught red-handed. If you have no defence to make you will meet the fate of other pirates before you. Have you anything to say?"
"Yes. You accuse me of piracy; I have a complete answer to that charge; but as an Englishman I claim an Englishman"s right--a fair trial before a jury of my countrymen. In any case, Mr. Clive, it would be invidious to give me worse treatment than Monaji Angria and his officers. As for the rest, it depends on the evidence of this single witness."
Here Admiral Watson bent forward and said to Clive in an undertone, inaudible to the others:
"I think we had better defer this. If, as you suppose, the fellow has knowledge of the French plans, it would be only politic to give Mr.
Bourchier an opportunity of inquiring into the matter. No doubt he richly deserves hanging, but _dead_ men tell no tales."
Clive frowned, and, drumming upon the divan impatiently with his fingers, seemed for the moment to be lost in thought. Then he said:
"Yes, Mr. Watson, I think you are right."
"Take the prisoner back to your ship," said the Admiral, "and put him under double guard. Thank you, Mr. Burke; we shall require your evidence in Bombay. One word before you go. I am vastly indebted to you for your services; you have been of the greatest use to myself and my captains. Your name will frequently appear in our ships" logs, and I shall take care to show your work in the proper light when I make my report. Meanwhile, when the division of prize-money is made, you will receive a lieutenant"s share. Good-night, sir."
And Desmond"s face, as he left the room, bore a flush of happiness and pride.
CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH
*In which the scene changes; the dramatis personae remaining the same.*
A few days after the capture, the _Tyger_ left Gheria, having on board the men wounded in the attack and the European prisoners who had been rescued. Desmond also sailed in her, with an official report from Admiral Watson to Governor Bourchier.
The arrival of the _Tyger_ at Bombay, with the first news of the success of the expedition and the fall of the fortress so long deemed impregnable, was the occasion of a great demonstration of rejoicing.
The trading community, whether European or native, was enthusiastic over the ruin of the notorious Pirate; and Desmond, as one who had had a share in the operations, came in for a good deal of congratulation which he laughingly protested ought to have been reserved for better men.
Mr. Merriman was among the crowd that welcomed the _Tyger_, and as soon as Desmond had delivered his report to Mr. Bourchier, the genial merchant carried him off to the house on the Green where he was staying and insisted on having a full account of his experiences. When he learnt that Diggle had been captured and would shortly reach Bombay as a prisoner, his jolly face a.s.sumed as intense a look of vindictive satisfaction as it was capable of expressing.
"By thunder! that"s the best of your news for me. The villain will get his deserts at last. I"m only sorry that I shall not be here to serve on the jury."
"Are you leaving Bombay then?"
"Yes, and I wanted you to come with me. My ship the _Hormuzzeer_ came to port two days ago, and I had to dismiss the second mate, who was continually at odds with the lascars. I hoped you would accept his berth, and sail with me. I want to get back to Calcutta. We had advices the other day that things are not looking well in Bengal.
Alivirdi Khan is dying; and there is sure to be some bother about the succession. All Bengal may be aflame. My wife and daughter are in Calcutta, and I don"t care about being away from them if danger is threatening. I want to get away as soon as possible, and thought of taking pa.s.sage in an Indiaman; but the _Hormuzzeer_ being here I"ll sail in that; she"ll make direct for the Hugli; an Indiaman would put in at Madras, and goodness knows how long I might be delayed."
""Tis a pity," said Desmond. "I should have liked of all things to accept your offer, but I"m bound to stay for Diggle"s trial, and that can"t be held until the fleet return."
"How long will that be?"
"I heard the Admiral say he expected it would take a month to settle everything at Gheria. He wants to keep the place in our hands, but Ramaji Punt claims it for the Peshwa, and Captain Speke of the _Kent_ told me that it"ll be very lucky if they come to an arrangement within a month."
"It"s uncommonly vexatious. I can"t wait a month. It"ll take a week or more to clean the _Hormuzzeer"s_ hull, and another to load her; in a fortnight at the outside I hope to be on my way. Well, it can"t be helped. What will you do when the trial is over?"
"I don"t know."