"There"s not very much to tell," he answered. "I might mention, however, that Silvestre and the half-caste will give no further trouble."
"You shot Silvestre, then?"
"I did," he replied, "and I don"t know that I ever enjoyed doing anything so much. It was a close thing between us. Look here!"
He pointed to his left ear, on the lobe of which was a small scar.
"It couldn"t have been much closer, could it?" he remarked. "My luck, however, stood by me as usual." Then in a lower and more kindly tone, he added: "My luck and the luck of Equinata!"
For a few moments we stood side by side thinking our thoughts in silence. I recalled the day when I had first seen the dead man in Rio, and also that never-to-be-forgotten afternoon on which he had made the proposal to me that was destined to cost him his life on the beach of an island in the Carribean Sea and to return me to Equinata a wounded and ruined man.
At last Fernandez turned to me and, placing his hand upon my shoulder, looked me full and fair in the face.
"Trevelyan--Helmsworth--Helmsworth--Trevelyan--whatever your name may be, you have put upon me a debt of grat.i.tude I shall never be able to repay. I must confess, however, that I cannot quite understand what it was that so suddenly made you change sides. I offered you excellent terms on the beach on the night that I fell into your hands, and I repeated it on board the yacht. You were a pillar of rect.i.tude then.
When, therefore, the game had been played and your employer had won, why did you so suddenly come to my rescue? I think I know you well enough by this time to feel sure that your conversion was due to no mercenary motive."
"You may make your mind easy on that score," I replied. "It was not a question of money."
"Then will you tell me why you did it? Silvestre, when his chance came, would doubtless have proved himself an excellent patron, of course providing it didn"t suit his book to put you out of the way!"
"That"s exactly it," I replied. "You have put the matter in a nutsh.e.l.l."
"I am afraid I am dense enough not to be able to grasp your meaning,"
he returned.
"You suggest that it might possibly have suited his book to have put me out of the way. Well, that is why I threw in my lot with you. It would make rather a long story, but I will endeavour to tell it to you as briefly as I can. When I agreed with Silvestre in England to effect your----"
I paused for a moment with a little embarra.s.sment. Fernandez" eyes twinkled.
"Shall we say _deportation_?" he inquired.
"To effect your deportation! I did so upon his giving me his word of honour that no harm should happen to you. I had no objection to his keeping you a prisoner as long as he pleased----"
"Which he certainly did. Proceed!"
"I have already confessed to you that had I known you first I would not have undertaken the work; but I was out of employment----"
"The mail steamer _Pernambuco_--stormy interview with the Board of Directors in London--meeting with Silvestre in the garden of the Inn at Falstead--five thousand pounds down--and five thousand when I should be handed over to him----"
He laughed good-humouredly as he noticed my almost overwhelming surprise.
"My dear fellow, to rule a country like Equinata one must possess a faculty for obtaining information. Allow me to frankly admit that I was conversant with Mr. Trevelyan"s history and of his acquaintance with ex-President Silvestre, when he made his appearance in his beautiful yacht in the harbour of La Gloria. But in telling you this I am interrupting your narrative. Pray proceed! You remarked, I think, that you were out of employment."
"I was; and the money offered me by Silvestre was too tempting to be refused. I came, I saw you, and as you know, I conquered. I handed you over to Silvestre, as I had contracted to do, and once more secured from him his promise that, with the exception of imprisonment, no harm should befall you. It was then agreed that I should leave the island at once in the yacht for Cuba, _en route_ for England. The money promised me for the work I had done was handed to me, and I left Silvestre."
"But you could not have reached Cuba in the time?"
"I did not attempt to do so. A certain conversation I had with Captain Ferguson changed all my plans."
"And the purport of that conversation?"
"It appears that Ferguson had by chance overheard the half-caste, Manuel, discussing with the negress, Palmyre, certain instructions they had received from Silvestre. Immediately the yacht returned from conveying me from Cuba it would appear that Silvestre was to set sail for Equinata, and as soon as he was out of the way you and the Senorita were to be poisoned by Palmyre."
"Good heavens! The cowardly scoundrel!"
For the first time since I had known Fernandez I saw a look of fear pa.s.s over his face. It was not until later that I learnt that a.s.sa.s.sination by poisoning was the one thing in the world he dreaded.
"Well," he went on when he had regained his composure, "what happened after that?"
"I arranged with Ferguson that, instead of taking me on to Cuba, he should drop me at Asturia. I was fortunate enough to secure this schooner, and hurried back in her--in the hope of effecting your release. The rest you know!"
He nodded.
"Yes," he said, "the rest I know!"
He turned away from me almost abruptly, and stood for some moments looking down at the bubbling water under the counter. When he addressed me again it was in quite his old manner.
"We live in an extraordinary world," he remarked. "You plot to separate me from my country and end by restoring me to it. Silvestre agrees to make your fortune and finished by placing you in a worse position than you were before. Even the Senorita yonder has found things turn out contrary to her expectations. On the night of the now famous ball at La Gloria, she was by no means satisfied, so I was given to understand, with her ball dress; yet that strange taskmaster, Force of Circ.u.mstances, has decreed that she should wear it, without intermission, longer than any festive costume ever purchased?"
"And what of yourself?"
"Ah! My case is perhaps stranger still. I began by looking upon you as my enemy and end by finding you my staunchest friend. I imagined that I had you in my power, and a few hours later found myself in yours.
Silvestre bought your services for ten thousand pounds--I get them for nothing."
If ever there was a strange voyage it was that one. The schooner herself was a very fair sea boat; that, however, was about all that could be said in her favour. It was her cabin accommodation that proved most trying. After the first attempt the Senorita declared emphatically that nothing could induce her to sleep in it again.
Monsieur Maxime might say what he pleased, she declared, but her mind was made up. It was offered to the President, but he declined. As for myself, I had already tried it on the voyage from Asturia, and had no desire to repeat the experiment.
The living on board was but little better. Monsieur Maxime was wont to declare that the cook, Adolphe, was a past master of the culinary art.
In this statement, I fear, he somewhat exaggerated; indeed, had I not laid in a stock of provisions before setting out, I dare not think how we should have fared.
On one occasion the Senorita had the temerity to explore his galley.
She emerged with a white face and a settled determination to partake no more of his _ragouts_, _bouillons_, etc.
"Really," she observed to me, "one scarcely knows where to go on board this wretched vessel. The cabin is too terrible, and as for that kitchen----"
She made an expressive gesture with her hands as if to express her horror of the place in question.
The same evening I was destined to have a somewhat curious interview with the Senorita. We had partaken of our evening meal, such as it was, and had gone forward into the bows to enjoy the cooler air there.
It was a perfect night, and surely no mortal man could have desired a fairer companion than I had then. We settled ourselves down comfortably, and, having obtained her permission, I lit a cigar. I do not know why I should have done so, but I could not help feeling that I was booked for a sentimental scene. Some men would doubtless have welcomed it. For myself, however, I must confess, that I dreaded it.
The Senorita was dangerous always, and never more so than when inclined to be sentimental.
"Senor Trevelyan," she began, when we had been seated some minutes, and had talked of the beauty of the evening, the freshness of the breeze and a hundred different subjects, "you of course know that there was a time when I was your avowed enemy?"
"I am afraid I must say that I _do_ know it," I answered, "and I should add that you were justified. No one could wonder at your distaste for me."
"Oh, I don"t mean that," she cried, with a little protesting movement of her hands. "For see how n.o.bly you have behaved since. No, do not interrupt me. I want to say what is in my mind, for I know that I owe you an apology. It was all my fault. I hoped to have won you to our side." She paused for a moment. "Unfortunately, I did not know that you were already in love!"
"Then the information the President gave her was not altogether complete," I said to myself. And on thinking it over since I have often been struck by the omission of this one, and probably the most important factor in the whole affair. For the fact cannot be denied that had it not been for my love for Molly, and the consequent desire to make money, I should, in all probability, not have embarked upon the matter at all.