[#] Office.
[#] Chief clerk.
As they returned, Mr. Merriman suggested that they should walk down to Mr. Watts" house near the river to see if any news had arrived from Cossimbazar. On the way they pa.s.sed a large pakka[#] house, surrounded by a compound and a low wall.
[#] Substantial.
"We were talking yesterday about spies," said Merriman. "In that house lives a man who in my belief is a spy, and a treacherous scoundrel--actually living next door to Mr. Eyre, the keeper of our military stores. He"s a Sikh named Omichand, and the richest merchant in the city. He owns half of it; he"s my landlord, confound him! For forty years he was the contractor for supplying the Company with cloth, but we found out that he was cheating us right and left, and dismissed him. Yet he"s very friendly to us, which is a bad sign. "Twas he who brought Krishna Das with his treasure into the place, and my belief is, he did it merely to embroil us with the Subah. Mr. Drake is disposed to pooh-pooh the idea, but I incline to Mr. Holwell"s opinion, that Omichand"s a schemer and a villain, ready to betray us to French, Dutch, or Gentoos as it suits him."
"Why don"t you turn him out, then?" asked Desmond.
"My dear boy, he"s far too powerful. And we"d rather keep him in sight.
While he"s here we can tell something of what is going on; his house is pretty well watched; but if he were away he might try all manner of tricks and we should never learn anything about them. Our policy is to be very sweet to him--to make friends of the mammon of unrighteousness, as Mr. Bellamy, our padre, puts it. You"re bound to see him one of these days, the h.o.a.ry-headed old villain."
Though Mr. Merriman fully relied on Mr. Watts" discretion to send his visitors back to Calcutta if there were the least sign of danger, he was so anxious to have his wife and daughter with him that next day he sent a special messenger up the river asking them to return as soon as they could. He could not fetch them, public affairs not allowing him to leave Calcutta at once, but he promised to meet them somewhere on the way. He spent the day in making himself acquainted with the business that had been done during his absence. A valuable consignment of silks, muslins, and taffeties was expected from Cossimbazar, he learnt, and as soon as it arrived the _Hormuzzeer_ would be able to sail for Penang.
"A private venture," he said to Desmond, "nothing to do with the Company."
Desmond expressed his surprise that the Company"s officials were at liberty to engage in private trading.
"Why, bless you, how could we live otherwise? Do you imagine I got rich on the Company? What do you suppose my salary is as member of Council?
"Tis just forty pounds. The factors get fifteen and the writers five: Colonel Clive began at five pounds a year: so you may guess that we have to do something to keep flesh on our bones. And that reminds me of a proposal I wished to make to you. You have a little money from the sale of the Pirate"s grab, and you"ll have more by and by when the Gheria prize-money is distributed. Why not put some of it into the _Hormuzzeer_? Let me buy some goods for you, and send "em to Penang: they"ll fetch top prices there in the present state of trade. "Twill be an excellent investment."
"Thank you, sir, I"ll be glad to follow your advice."
"That"s right. I"ll see about it at once, and the sooner these things come from Cossimbazar the better. The delay is vexing, and I fear I"ll have to change my agent there."
Mr. Merriman being so much occupied with business and public affairs, Desmond had much time to himself. He soon made friends among the junior merchants and factors, and in their company went about Calcutta. Fort William was built near the river, the factory house in the centre of the enclosure. Around it on three sides were the houses of individual merchants and officers. A wide avenue known as the Lai Bazar led from the ravelin of the fort past the court-house to the native part of the town. On one side of the avenue was the Park or Lai Bagh, with a great tank by which a band played in the evening. Around the town was the incomplete Maratha ditch.
Desmond became the object of much kindly attention from the Company"s servants and their families. Every one was eager to hear from his own lips the story of his adventures, and invitations to dinners and routs and card parties poured upon him. He accepted a few and politely excused himself from the rest, not from any want of sociability, but from motives of prudence. His kind host had already given him a friendly warning; some of the writers and younger servants of the Company were wild spirits, and spent more time than was good for them in cards and revels.
On the evening of the third day after landing he went down to the river to watch the arrival of some country vessels. There was the usual crowd at the ghat, and as Desmond gradually worked his way through it he suddenly saw, just in front of him, two men whose backs were very familiar. They were in the dress of seamen: one was tall and thin, the other broad and brawny, and Desmond did not need his glimpse of the iron hook to be sure that the men were none other than his old friend Bulger and Mr. Toley, the melancholy mate. They were standing side by side, watching in silence the arrival of the boats.
Desmond edged his way to them until he was within arm"s length of Bulger"s hook. He stood for a moment looking at them, imagining their surprise when they saw him, wondering if their pleasure would be as keen as his own. Both appeared rather battered; Mr. Toley"s expression was never merry, and he was neither more nor less melancholy than usual; but Bulger"s habitual cheerfulness seemed to have left him; his air was moody and downcast. How came they here? The _Good Intent_ being an interloper, it was not at all likely that she had ventured to put in at Calcutta.
By and by Bulger seemed to become aware that some one was gazing at him, for he turned round slowly. Desmond could not but smile at his extraordinary change of expression. His first look of blank amazement quickly gave place to one of almost boyish delight, and taking an eager step forward he exclaimed:
"By thunder, "tis Mr. Burke or his ghost! Bless my heart! Ho! shake hands, matey; this is a sight for sad eyes!"
"Glad to see you, Bulger," said Desmond quietly; "and you too, Mr.
Toley."
Mr. Toley had shown no surprise; but then, nothing ever surprised Mr.
Toley.
"Sure I"m rejoiced," he said. "We had given you up for lost."
His hearty hand-grip was more convincing than his words, though, indeed, Desmond had good reason to know the real kindliness that always lay behind his outward solemnity of manner.
"You"re better in togs than when I seed you last, sir," said Bulger, gripping his hand again. "Which you look quite the gentleman; got a berth as supercargo, sir?"
"Not yet, Bulger," replied Desmond, laughing. "How"s Captain Barker?"
Bulger spat out a quid of tobacco and hitched up his breeches.
"I don"t know how Captain Barker is, and what"s more, I don"t care," he said. "Me and Barker en"t friends: leastways, not on speakin" terms; which I will say, hang Captain Barker, topsy-versy, any way you like; and I don"t care who hears me."
"What has happened?"
"Happened! Why, sir, Mr. Toley"ll tell you what happened. He knows the thus, therefore, and whereupon of it."
The good fellow was itching to tell, but in duty bound deferred to his superior officer.
"Go on, Bulger," said the American, "you"ve got a looser tongue than me."
"Which I don"t deny, sir. Two days ago--"twas at Chandernagore, where the _Good Intent"s_ been laid up for a matter o" weeks--the captain he went an" forgot hisself, sir; clean forgot hisself, an" lifted his hand to Mr. Toley; ay, hit him, sir. Wunst it was, sir, on"y wunst; then "twas Mr. Toley his turn. Ah, an" I warrant Captain Barker"s in his bunk to-day. Never did I see sich a sight all the years I"ve been afloat, an" that"s sayin" something. There was captain spread out on deck, sir, with his eyes bunged up an" a tooth or two that had lost their bearin"s, and all his bones wonderin" if they was ever goin" to get joined again. That"s the why and wherefore of it, sir. Well, in course, "twas no kiss-an"-be-friends arter that; so, bein" in a mounseer"s place, Mr. Toley took French leave, which I did the same, and here we are a-lookin" for a job.
"But Lor" bless me! what"s happened to you, Mr. Burke? When you didn"t come aboard at that there Gheria, Captain Barker he says, "Log that there knave Burke a deserter," says he. But I says to Mr. Toley, "I may be wrong, sir," says I, "but I lay my whiskers that Diggle has been an"
sold him to the Pirate, an" that"s the last we shall ever see of as nice a young fellow as ever hauled on a hawser." How did you get out of the Pirate"s den, sir?"
"That"s a long story, Bulger. I"ll tell you all in good time. You"re looking for a job, are you? Well, I happen to know of a skipper here--a good man: maybe he"ll have a berth for a seasoned salt like you. I"ll present you to him, and I know he"ll do what he can for you."
Before he left the men, Desmond took Mr. Toley aside.
"Mr. Toley," he said, "my friend Mr. Merriman wants a mate for one of his vessels, as I happen to know. You would be willing to sign on?"
"I would, sir. I"m a man of few words."
"Very well; come up to Mr. Merriman"s house by the Rope Walk and we"ll see what he says."
That same day Mr. Merriman invited the American to dinner, and engaged him, to Desmond"s surprise, as first mate for the _Hormuzzeer_, with Bulger as bo"sun.
"Don"t look so blue," he said to Desmond when Mr. Toley had gone. "He will, of course, take your place. The fact is, I"ve taken a fancy to you, and I think you can do better than by serving as mate on a country vessel. Look in at the daftarkhanah sometimes, and get Surendra Nath to explain something of our business methods."
He said no more at that time, and Desmond felt no little curiosity about his host"s intentions.
One evening Desmond was sitting alone on the veranda, reading, awaiting Mr. Merriman"s return from a meeting of the Council to which he had been hastily summoned. Hearing a footstep he looked up, and was surprised to see, instead of Mr. Merriman, as he expected, Bulger hastening up with an air of excitement.
"Mr. Burke, sir, what d"you think I"ve seed? I could hardly believe my own eyes. I was walkin" down towards the fort when I seed two men goin"
into a big house. They was Englishmen, leastways white men, and I may be wrong, but I bet my boots one on "em was that there soft-speakin"
villain Diggle."
"Diggle!" exclaimed Desmond, springing up. "You must be mistaken, Bulger."
"I may be wrong, sir, but I never remembers any time when I was."