The Harbor of Doubt.
by Frank Williams.
CHAPTER I
MALICIOUSLY ACCUSED
"Let them think what they like. If I had died I would have been a hero; because I lived I suppose there is nothing in the history of crime that I have not committed."
Young Captain Code Schofield sprang out of the deep, luxurious chair and began to pace up and down before the fire. He did not cast as much as a glance at the woman near him. His mind was elsewhere. He had heard strange things in this talk with her.
"Well, captain, you know how it is on an island like this. The tiny thing of everyday life becomes a subject for a day"s discussion. That affair of six months ago was like dropping a tombstone in a mud-puddle--everything is profoundly stirred, but no one gets spattered except the one who dropped it. In this case yourself."
Schofield stopped in his tracks and regarded his hostess with a look that was mingled surprise and uneasiness. She lay back in a _chaise-longue_, her hands clasped behind her head, smiling up at the young man. The great square room was dark except for the firelight, and her yellow dress, gleaming fitfully in it, showed the curving lissomeness of her young body.
"Mrs. Mallaby," he said, "when you say clever things like that I don"t know what to do. I"m not used to it." He laughed as though half-ashamed of the confession.
"Appreciate them," she directed shortly with a fleeting glance from her great dark eyes.
"Do you demand all my time?" he asked and flushed. The well-turned compliment caught her unawares and she admitted to herself that perhaps she had underrated this briny youth who was again beginning to interest her extremely.
But with the sally he seemed to have forgotten it and recommenced pacing the floor, his hands in his pockets and his brows knit. His mind had gone off again to this other vastly important thing.
She noticed it with a twinge of vexation. She vastly preferred the personal.
"What was it old Jed Martin said to you this afternoon?" he asked.
"That if the opinions of old sailors were of any account Nat Burns could get up a pretty good case against you for the loss of the _May Schofield_."
"I suppose he meant his own opinion. He"s an old sailor now, but if he lives to be a hundred and fifty he"ll never be a good one. I could beat his vessel if I was on a two-by-four with a pillow-case for a mains"l. I can"t understand why he has turned against me."
"It isn"t only he, it"s--"
"I know it!" he burst out pa.s.sionately. "It"s the whole island of Grande Mignon from Freekirk Head to Southern Cross. Not a man nor woman but has turned against me since that awful day.
"Great G.o.d! what do they think? That I wrecked the poor old _May_ for the fun of the thing? That I enjoyed fighting for my life in that sea and seeing the others drown with my very eyes? Don"t they suppose I will carry the remembrance of that all my life? My Heaven, Elsa, that was six months ago and I have just begun to sleep nights without the nightmare of it riding me!"
"Poor boy!"
Her voice calmed him like a touch on a restive horse, and yet he unconsciously resented the fact that it did. "I haven"t been blind, Code, and I have heard and seen this thing growing. It is hard for a fisherman to lose his ship and not suffer for it afterward at the hands of inferior sailors. I"ve known you all my life, Code, and I believe in you now just as I did that day in school you took the whipping I should have got for pa.s.sing you a note.
"You haven"t heard the last of the _May Schofield_, and you won"t until you lay the ghost that has come out of its grave. But whatever you do or wherever you are, I want you to remember that I stand ready to help you in every way I can. All this"--she swept her arm about the richly furnished room--"is worthless to me now that Jim is gone, unless I can do some good for those I like. Please, Code, will you feel free to call on me if you need help?"
The flush that had receded returned with a flood of color that made his face beneath its fair hair appear very dark.
"Really, Elsa," he stammered, "that"s awfully handsome of you, but I hope things won"t go so far as that. I can never forget what you have said."
Elsa Mallaby had always been like that to him. Even when she married "Hard-Luck" Jim Mallaby she had always seemed to regard Code Schofield as the one man in Freekirk Head. But Jim, being too busy with his strange affairs, had not noticed.
Jim it was who, after twenty years of horrible poverty and ill-luck, had caught the largest halibut ever taken off the Banks and made thousands of dollars exhibiting it alive. And it was this same Jim who, for the remaining ten years of his life, turned to gold everything he touched.
Mallaby House was his real monument, for here, on the great green hill that overlooked the harbor, he had erected a mansion that made his name famous up and down the Bay of Fundy. And here, seven years ago, he had brought Elsa Fuller as his bride--Elsa Fuller who was the belle of Freekirk Head, and had been to Boston to boarding-school.
It was to Mallaby House that Code Schofield had come to dinner this night. He had not wanted to come and had only agreed when she bribed him with a promise of something very important she might reveal.
The revelation was hardly a pleasure. Nothing had been a pleasure to him since that day six months ago when his old schooner, dismasted and leaking in a gale, had foundered near the Wolves, two sharp-toothed islands near Grande Mignon. Four islanders had been lost that day, and he alone had lived through the surf.
"What else did old Jed Martin say, Elsa?" he asked suddenly.
She knitted her brows and stared into the fire. Why would he always go back to that?
"He said that the _May Schofield_ should have been able to live out that gale easily if she had been handled right, old as she was. She _was_ pretty old, wasn"t she?"
"Fifty years. She was twenty when dad got her--he sailed her twenty-eight and I had her for two."
"You got a good deal of insurance out of her, didn"t you, Code?"
"Ten thousand dollars--her full value."
"And you bought the _Charming La.s.s_ with that, didn"t you?"
"Yes--that and two thousand that dad had saved. Why?"
"Old Jed Martin said something about that, too."
Schofield"s face paled slightly and his mouth closed tightly, exhibiting the salience of his jaw.
"So that"s it, eh? Thinks I ran her under for the insurance--the old barnacle. Is that around the island, too?"
"I guess it must be, or I shouldn"t have heard about it. You didn"t, of course, did you, Code?"
"I hardly expected you would ask that, Elsa. Why, I loved that old schooner like I love--well, my mother."
"I believe you, Code; you don"t need to ask that. I just wanted to hear you deny it. But you know there were some queer things about her sinking just then, when she was supposed to be in good condition. Nat Burns--"
"Ha! So he is in it, too. What does he say?"
"He says that her insurance policy was just about to run out. Is that so?"
"Yes."
There was a tone of defiance in his answer that caused her to look up at him quickly. His blue eyes were narrowed and his face hard.
"And it wasn"t such a hard gale, was it?"
"No. I"ve weathered lots worse with the _May._ I can"t explain why she sank."