Another hour pa.s.sed, and the _Ganges_ was now almost alongside. Although both ships were well through the Straits of Bonifacio, and the _Ganges_ should have followed a course a point or two north of that pursued by the _Blue-Bell_, she appeared to be desirous to come close to them.
Suddenly the reason became apparent. A line of little flags fluttered up to her masthead.
"She is signalling us," cried Daubeney excitedly. "Here you," he shouted to a sailor, "bring Jones here at once."
Jones was the yacht"s expert signaller. He approached with a telescope and a code under his arm. After a prolonged gaze and a careful scrutiny of the code, he announced--
"This is how the message reads: "Turks on board.
Stopping Messina.--WINTER.""
For once the barrister was startled out of his usual quiet self-possession.
"Winter!" he almost screamed. "Is he there?"
A hundred mad questions coursed through his brain, but he realized that to attempt a long explanation by signals was not only out of the question, but could not fail to attract the attention of pa.s.sengers on board the _Ganges_. This he did not desire to do. Quick as lightning, he decided that by some inexplicable means the Scotland Yard detective had reached Ma.r.s.eilles full of the knowledge that Dubois and the diamonds were _en route_ to Sicily, and had also learnt that he, Brett, and the others were on board the _Blue-Bell_.
He had evidently taken the speediest means of reaching the island, and found himself on board the same ship as Gros Jean and the Turks. Hence he had approached the captain with the request that the _Blue-Bell_ should be signalled.
"What shall we answer?" said Daubeney, breaking in upon the barrister"s train of thought.
"Oh, say that the signal is fully understood."
Whilst the answering flags were being displayed Daubeney asked--
"What does it all mean?"
"It means," said Brett, "that if the _Blue-Bell_ has another yard of speed in her engines we shall need it all. It perhaps will make no material difference in the long run, but as a mere matter of pride I should like to reach Palermo before Gros Jean. If I remember rightly, Palermo is six hours from Messina by rail. Can we do it?"
"Mac" was again consulted. Of course he would not commit himself.
"We will try d.a.m.ned ha-r-rd," he said.
And with this emphatic resolve the _Blue-Bell_ sped onwards through the sunlit sea until, late in the evening, the _Ganges_ was hull down on her quarter.
Macpherson came on deck to take a last look at the P. and O.
"It will be a gr-reat race," he announced, "and I may have to kill a stoker. But----"
Then he dived below again.
So rapidly did the _Blue-Bell_ speed over the inland sea that as night fell over the face of the waters on the second day out from Ma.r.s.eilles the look-out forrard announced "a light on the starboard bow," and Daubeney, after scrutinizing it through his binoculars and consulting a chart, announced it to be the occulting light on Cape San Vito.
This discovery occasioned a slight alteration in the course. The _Blue-Bell_ ran merrily on until the small hours of the morning, when everybody on board was suddenly awakened by the stoppage of the screw.
This is always a disturbing incident at sea when people are asleep.
Travellers not inured to the incidents of ocean voyaging cannot help conjuring up vivid pictures of impending disaster.
It is useless to tell them that for the very reason the ship has slackened her speed it is obvious she is being navigated with care and watchfulness. Reason at such a time is dethroned by the natural timidity of the unseen, and it is not surprising therefore that the pa.s.sengers on board the _Blue-Bell_ should one and all find some pretext to gain the deck in their eagerness to find out why the vessel had slowed down. The answer was a rea.s.suring one. She had burnt a flare for a pilot, and quickly an answering gleam came from afar out of the darkness ahead.
The pilot was soon on board. He was an Italian, but, like most members of his profession doing business in those waters, he spoke French fluently.
Brett asked him how long, with the north-easterly breeze then blowing, a small sailing vessel, such as a schooner-rigged fishing-smack, would take to reach Palermo from Ma.r.s.eilles.
The pilot seemed to be surprised at the question.
"It is a trip not often made, monsieur," he said. "Fishing vessels from Ma.r.s.eilles are frequently compelled to take shelter under the lea of Corsica or even Sardinia, but here--in Sicily--why should they come here?"
"Oh, I don"t mean a schooner engaged in the fishing trade, but rather a small vessel chartered for pleasure, taking the place, as it were, of a private yacht."
"Ah," said the Italian, "that explains it. Well, monsieur, with this breeze I should imagine they would set their course round by the north of Corsica in order to avoid beating through the Straits of Bonifacio.
That would make the run about 650 knots, and a smart little vessel, carrying all her sails and properly ballasted, might reach Palermo in a few hours over three days."
"Thank you," said Brett. "Is Palermo a difficult port to make?"
"Oh no, monsieur. There is deep water all round here, no shoals, and but few isolated rocks, which are all well known. The only thing to guard against is the changeful current. According to the state of the tide and the direction of the wind, sailing ships have to alter their course very considerably, for the currents round here are very strong and consequently most dangerous in calm weather."
Brett smiled.
"It would be an ign.o.ble conclusion to the chase if the _Belles Soeurs_ were wrecked with her valuable cargo. I most devoutly pray," he said to himself, "that the breezes and currents may combine to bring Dubois safely on sh.o.r.e. Then I think we can deal with him."
Soon after daybreak the _Blue-Bell_, after a momentary halt at the Customs Station, crept past the Castello a Mare, and amidst much gesticulation, accompanied by a torrent of volcanic Italian, she was tied up to a wharf in the Cala--the small inner harbour of the port.
Edith, who could not sleep since the advent of the pilot, made an early toilet and climbed to the bridge, whence she had a magnificent view of the sunrise over the beautiful city that stands on the Conca d"Oro, or Golden Sh.e.l.l--the smiling and luxuriant plain that seems to be provided by Nature for man"s habitation. It lies beyond a lovely bay, and is enclosed on three sides by lofty and precipitous mountains.
Naturally Fairholme was drawn to her side as a chip of steel to a magnet.
"We are certain to have a furious row here," he remarked when they had exhausted their superlative adjectives concerning the splendid prospect opening up before their eyes.
"Why?" cried Edith wonderingly. "I understood that our present adventure may at any moment have exciting developments, but I do not see the a.s.sociation between the view and the possibility."
"It is this way," he answered. "I have not read a great deal, as you know, but I have always noticed in my limited way that wherever Nature is most lavish in her gifts, she seems to take a delight in setting people by the ears. Italy is a fine country, you know, yet there are more murders to the square inch there than in any other place on earth.
Then again, it is likely that several armed policemen are at this moment chasing bandits among those hills over there," and he nodded towards the distant blue heights which looked so peaceful in the clear atmosphere, now brilliant with the rays of the rising sun.
Edith laughed. "Really, Bobby," she pouted, "you are becoming sentimental. I half expect to find you break out into verse."
"I can do that, too," he said, "though it is not my own. Hasn"t Heber got a hymn which tells us of a place where
Every prospect pleases, And only man is vile.
I forget the rest of it."
Miss Talbot faced him rapidly.
"Good gracious, Bobby, what is the matter with you? I never knew you in such a melting mood before?"
"How can I help it?" he half-whispered, laying his hand on her shoulder.
"We have never been together so much before in our lives. Don"t you realize, Edith, what it means to us if Mr. Brett discovers those diamonds within the next few hours or days?"
He bent closer towards her and his hand pa.s.sed from her shoulder round her neck. "When we return to England, if you are willing, we can be married within a week."