Hands felt me all over. Things were taken from my pockets, and there were sharp exclamations of surprise. Somebody gave a long, low whistle.
"No bones broken. His eyes are opening. Give me that flash, Gascoigne."
Someone poured brandy down my throat--I knew it was brandy--and I moved my limbs and groaned.
Then I heard a shout as a door that I could not see was burst open.
"Feddon"s killed!" came in a high, excited voice. "Poor old Feddy"s shot through the heart."
I think it was at this precise moment that I regained full consciousness, and realized that I was not badly hurt. My whole body felt as if it had been severely beaten, but instinct told me that there was no real damage. As for the shock, it was not until several hours afterwards that I felt its effect, though then it meant collapse.
I lay perfectly still, this time by design, and closed my eyes.
Everything had come back to me; I remembered every incident from the moment I had cut the barbed wire to that when I had escaped, by a miracle, death from the returning Pirate Ship.
My first thought was one of bitter disappointment. So they had run the gauntlet, after all! The mystery ship had escaped the swarm of cruisers and patrol boats that were looking for her. I believe I ground my teeth with rage. A second afterwards I groaned out loud. The sound was wrung from my very heart. I was too late to rescue Constance now....
All round me there was a buzz of low-pitched voices. Without any trouble at all, I could detect the note of fear and consternation. And it was tonic. My plight seemed desperate enough, but there was a chance yet.
They had taken my weapons from me, but others might prove as valuable.
The pirates were disorganized, alarmed. Well, craft should meet craft!
Surely, the moment was favourable?
I was in a dimly-lit place, surrounded by dark figures. How long I lay thus I do not know, probably for no great s.p.a.ce of time. At any rate, I had not been in full possession of my faculties for many minutes when a door opened, and a voice spoke in accents of authority.
It was a voice that I had never heard before, but I knew whose it was.
"I have made a careful examination of the house," came in clear, well-bred tones, "and there is no one there. It is the same outside and all round the fence. I let the dogs loose and they discovered nothing."
"How did this"--I was kicked brutally in the side--"get in, Chief?"
asked a voice.
"Cut the fence wire, and managed to open the door in the east wall. Then climbed the porch and entered through Feddon"s bedroom. The dogs followed the scent and showed. That doesn"t matter much now. The point is that he"s here."
"And we know what to deduce from that!" I heard, and p.r.i.c.ked up my ears.
My friend Mr. Vargus had revived then! There was a soft malignancy in his voice that made me shudder.
"Vargus is right. It is fairly certain that the game"s up as far as this place is concerned. They"ve marked us down, sure enough. In a few minutes I shall take steps to find out exactly how much they _do_ know.
Meanwhile we appear to have some time before us, and we must carry out the emergency plan that we"ve so often rehea.r.s.ed. Gascoigne, Jones and Sutton, Pointz, fill all the petrol tanks to full capacity, load emergency stores, examine and reverse ship. When finished, report to me in my room."
The men hurried away.
"Philips and Minver get on to the moor and report any man or body of men advancing on the house. You will take rifles and act as outposts. At any sign of approach, don"t hesitate to fire. Then fall back on the house."
"Shall we take the dogs, Chief? They would be useful."
"No, I shall need them. The rest of you will hold the house till the last moment. Then get into the lift and come down. It will take them some time to find out the way and follow, while one man can hold the pa.s.sages for any length of time. We shall all be fifty miles out at sea before anyone can break in down here, and all the swag is packed ready to go on board. Vargus, you will stay down here and help me in what I"ve got to do."
Several other men left the room.
In a lower voice, though I heard every word, Helzephron went on talking to his lieutenant.
"... Mind you, I don"t actually expect an attack in force, but we must be prepared. For all we know, there may be a hundred men waiting on the moor. One thing is certain. They know where, or whereabouts we are, or that gentleman on the floor would not have got in, nor all those ships be cruising about outside. So we must be off with all we can take to our emergency base in the Hebrides. Once outside, nothing can touch us, of course, and we"d get up to sixteen thousand feet at once. Barometer readings make it pretty certain that it will be cloudy at dawn, and it"s a million chances to one against our even being seen."
I lay not three yards away. I had not noticed it until now, but my ankles were tied together, and, weak as I was, any physical effort was impossible. Helzephron had talked over his plans with an absolute disregard of my presence. He may or may not have known that I was conscious; quite obviously he didn"t care twopence one way or the other.
And that meant one thing and one thing only.
Before the Pirate Ship fled from its lair for the last time John Custance would have ceased to exist in the body.
"... Now for Sir John. How do you feel, Vargus? You took a nasty toss, and it"s d.a.m.ned lucky for you we turned up when we did! Do you feel strong enough to drag Sir John into my room? If so, I"ll go ahead and turn on the lights."
"I"m quite strong enough for _that_," said Mr. Vargus, with a nasty laugh, and in a few seconds he had me by the heels, and was towing me like a log over an uneven floor. It was only by stiffening the muscles of my neck till they cracked that I could keep my head from bruising badly. Then a cloth of some sort was dropped on my face and tied round my head. I felt myself carried for a yard or two, put into a chair with an upright back, and then lashed securely to it by strong cords.
"I"ll call you when I want you again," said the voice of Helzephron. "Go and help the others load the ship. And remember that we must take every round of ammunition we can stow in her. Twenty-four hours" rations will be ample. We can renew those at any time. Sh.e.l.ls are quite another matter. Sacrifice everything to them."
A door closed. I heard the creak of a chair as Helzephron sat down.
There was a long silence, and through the cloth I could feel that he was watching me.
The duel to the death began. I was as a naked man before another with a sword. I braced every nerve and stiffened my will!
"You are in a very unpleasant predicament, Sir John Custance."
The voice was pa.s.sionless, even a little weary.
"I think it"s mutual, Mr. Helzephron," was my answer, and I put an accent on the "_Mister_." He should have no honourable military t.i.tle from me.
"Well, that is possible. Indeed, I admit that you have seriously deranged my plans. But the trumps are mine, after all. With your intelligence you must be aware that you have a very short time to live."
"I don"t doubt that, but I dispute your estimate of your hand."
"May I ask why?"
"With pleasure. I don"t care twopence about my own life in comparison with my duty to society. You care a good deal for yours, and you also have a short time in front of you. If it is any satisfaction to you to know, you"re in a net from which even the particular minor devils that preside over thieves can"t free you."
Thus I lied bravely. A good deal, I thought, might depend on my ability to get the scoundrel into a furious rage, and, anyway, it was a delight to insult him.
A sharp breath told me that I had drawn blood.
"You use dangerous language, Sir John. You"ll be sorry if you go on."
"Now, look here," I rapped out, in the tone I should have used to an impudent office boy, "please understand that you can"t frighten me. I know that bounders of your type don"t understand a gentleman and how he feels about things. I only a.s.sure you that you will waste your time. And time _ought_"--I said it with meaning--"to be worth more to you now than all the valuables you picked from the pockets of the _Atlantis_ pa.s.sengers."
He came up to me, and I thought that this was the moment. But he only tore the cloth from my head and returned to his chair.
I looked round with interest. The room, no doubt part of the cavern system into which the mine had penetrated, was matchboarded all round.
The boarding was painted white, and a cl.u.s.ter of electrics hung from the ceiling. There was a carpet on the floor, a couple of arm-chairs, a writing-table, and a big steel safe. In one corner was another door than the entrance one, partly concealed by a green curtain hanging from a bra.s.s rod.
Helzephron himself sat opposite. The handsome, hawk-like face was badly bruised. He stared at me with concentrated malignancy. Then he smiled, with a flash of large white teeth.
"Really, I should hardly have known you," he said.
"I should have recognized you anywhere, even with the bruises!" I replied. "Mr. Ashton left you your teeth, I see."