"Say no more," said Crouch.
"But, I will," she took him up. "There"s no reason why you shouldn"t know, for this sixpence once belonged to a sailor."
"I know the breed," said Crouch, "and just because he was a sailor, I guarantee he never kept it long."
Peggy laughed aloud, and shook her head.
"He kept it many years," she answered, "for this lucky sixpence once saved his life. You can see for yourself," she went on, "it is dented and covered with lead from a bullet. It belonged to an Admiral, whose name was "Swiftsure Burke.""
Captain Crouch drove the fist of one hand into the palm of the other.
"Known throughout the Navy," he exclaimed, "and to every right-thinking sailor that ever sailed the ocean who takes a pride in the job! Admiral "Swiftsure Burke" of Sebastopol. La.s.s, you"ve got a jewel in that lucky sixpence that I wouldn"t exchange for a diamond as big as a monkey-nut.
Stick to it, and you"ll come to no harm. It"s what, in a manner of speaking, you might call a talisman. It"ll protect you from fire, shipwreck, sudden death and the Income Tax. You"re in luck"s way, my girl."
Now Captain Crouch was a man who knew that G.o.d alone could give good fortune, or permit evil to fall upon one, but he had all a sailor"s superst.i.tion and belief in omens and talismans, and was quite sincere in what he said to Peggy.
It was then that the door of the inner office was thrown open, and Mr.
Jason, Junior, entered the room. He was a man who could not have been more than thirty-four years of age, clean-shaven and a little prematurely bald. He was immaculately dressed, a small orchid in his b.u.t.tonhole and a pair of exceedingly shiny patent leather boots making him look as if he had just come out of a bandbox.
"Captain Crouch," said he, coming forward, and holding out a hand, "I"m delighted to see you. I have a very important matter to discuss. Miss Wade," he added, turning to Peggy, "if any one else calls, you will say I am engaged."
At that, he conducted Captain Crouch into his office, and was careful to close the door.
Crouch seated himself in a comfortable chair. As for Mr. Jason, he walked backwards and forwards from the hearthrug to the writing-desk, with the restless activity of a man who has something on his mind.
"Captain Crouch," he repeated, speaking abruptly, "I can scarcely exaggerate the extremely perilous nature of the task I have undertaken.
I sent for you, because I know no other man to whom I would care to entrust so great a responsibility."
Crouch yawned, and thrusting a hand into one of his coat pockets, produced a tobacco-pouch, made of snake-skin, and about as large as a letter-case.
"Mr. Jason," said he, "with your permission, I"ll light a pipe. Maybe, you"ve no objection to Bull"s Eye s.h.a.g. There"s some people that don"t hold with it, but I don"t suppose that would apply to you."
Now, Mr. Jason knew Crouch"s tobacco of old, and he knew that it was powerful and pungent enough to fumigate anything from an isolation hospital to a greenhouse. It was a brand of tobacco--if the truth be told--for which there was no great demand, since he who smoked it required the digestive organs of an ostrich. Its aroma would cling to a bare room for days. The path of Captain Crouch through this populous and sinful world was strewn with dead flies, wasps and beetles which had been poisoned by the fumes of his tobacco.
Accordingly, Mr. Jason--though he gave Crouch full permission to light his pipe--took the double precaution of opening the window and lighting one of his strongest cigars. Then, still pacing the room, he fired at the little sea-captain a series of questions in a quick, nervous voice.
"When will the "Harlech" be loaded?"
"To-night, sir. Soon after nine."
"With what kind of cargo?"
"You should know that as well as I," said Crouch. "There"s a few tons of oats, a certain amount of machinery, and several cases of rifles."
"Ah," said Mr. Jason.
"I said so," said the other, looking hard at the agent, whose conduct was rather strange. Mr. Jason repeated over and over again, as if to himself, the one word "rifles," and was then silent for more than a minute, puffing vigorously at his cigar.
"I suppose you"ve heard," said he, at last, "that several German cruisers and commerce destroyers are abroad on the Atlantic?"
"I"ve heard tell of it," said Crouch, quite unmoved.
"Exactly. There is the "Kronprinz Wilhelm" and the "Konigsberg," and moreover, the "Karlsruhe" and the "Dresden." Also--as, perhaps, you know--the English Channel and the Irish Sea are said to be swarming with enemy submarines, sent out from Wilhelmshaven and Kiel. You realize all that, of course?"
"Seems fair," said Crouch. "I"m ready to take my chance."
"You"ll take a greater chance than you think," said Mr. Jason.
"How so, sir?"
"The fact is," said the agent, drawing nearer to the captain, and speaking in a voice that was little above a whisper; "the fact is, that although the cases are not marked, there is some reason to suppose that German agents in New York suspect that the "Harlech" has a cargo of small-arms for the British Government."
Crouch whistled softly to himself.
"You mean," said he, "there"s a chance that the secret has leaked out.
This place teems with spies."
"I can say no more," said Mr. Jason, "than that we suspect; but, these times, we can be sure of nothing. It is quite possible that the German commerce destroyers may be warned, and you will be run down in mid-ocean. There may even be spies on board."
"If I find one," said Crouch, "I"ll know how to deal with him."
"That"s not the point," said the other. "Are you willing to take the risk?"
Captain Crouch got to his feet, carefully knocked out his pipe in the fire-grate, and then thrust his peaked sailor"s cap on to the side of his head.
"Why not?" said he, at last.
Mr. Jason smiled.
"I thought you wouldn"t hesitate."
"Why not?" repeated Crouch. "If those are my orders, I"ll do my best to carry them out, and I"ll sight the Needles and take on a pilot in the Solent, if a sound knowledge of navigation and steam coal can do it."
Mr. Jason held out a hand.
"I"m glad I sent for you," said he. "You will start to-night?"
"We"ll be under way," said Crouch, "before eleven, at the latest."
"Then, good-bye--and the best of fortune."
A few minutes later, Captain Crouch, who had just taken an almost affectionate farewell of Peggy Wade, was stumping on his cork foot along the Fifth Avenue as if he owned New York.
CHAPTER VII--In the Hold