"I think so. I heard them let down the bridge."
"And so did I. But they can"t be far away. Do they know that the Admiral is here?"
"I can"t tell, but I don"t think so. If only I could get free!"
"Oh yes, Fraulein, if only you could! As for me, it matters nothing, but His Excellency must escape. Then he can meet Her to-night and warn Her--even though the precious papers are all lost. He could go off in Her and escape that way. You know all about Her, Fraulein?"
Doris shook her head. "No," she said. "Tell me."
"If they have not told you already, Fraulein, I must not do so. I am sworn. I thought perhaps you knew everything."
"You won"t tell me? If I can get away it would be of help for me to know."
"No, Fraulein; I am sworn and I must obey orders...."
"And now I think," said my brother, unlocking the door and speaking in his usual voice, "we"ve heard as much as we are likely to."
We all trooped into the cabin and, taking out his pocket-knife, d.i.c.kson max. cut the cloth strands which held Doris in the chair.
The German"s face grew dead white. His jaw dropped, his eyes blazed like flames; he gave a roar of baffled fury and strained at his fastenings with gigantic strength, the muscles at his temples standing out like blue cords. I never before or since saw such hideous rage.
"Stop that!" my brother said, whipping out his revolver and pointing it straight at the fellow.
It was of no use, however. Again that gigantic bellow swelled out into the night. d.i.c.kson saved the situation. There must be something in these boys" books after all, for I never saw a gag more quickly and deftly inserted.
"And now, tell us exactly what you have learnt, Miss Joyce," Bernard asked.
She did so in a very few sentences, putting up her hair at the same time, standing before the mirror which Schweitzer"s pot-shot at me had cracked. Strange creatures girls are!
"Half-past six," said Bernard, looking at his watch. "Now for the Admiral. Get that drawbridge up again."
We did so, and shortly after my brother joined us.
"There will be some signal," he said; "one of us must personate that brute down below. You are the biggest, John, and the broadest."
"There"s an oilskin and a sou"wester hanging in the man"s bunk, sir,"
said d.i.c.kson.
"Just the thing. Cut along and fetch them."
I rigged myself up in these clothes as well as I could, and went down again into the cabin, from where I was to emerge at the signal.
"We must manage it as best we can," said my brother. "d.i.c.kson and I will go and hide behind the deck-house. When you hear the signal, whatever it is, he will whistle or something, then come up heavily and let down the bridge. He is sure not to speak loudly, so if he asks a question, just growl out something so that he can"t hear it till he gets on deck.
Remember he has got a gun, and grapple with him the moment you can. We will be with you in a second."
I sat and waited, smoking one of the Doctor"s cigars and with a brandy-and-soda in front of me--I did not see why I shouldn"t. My ears were wide open, but everything had gone so well up to the present that I did not remember any uneasiness or fear. I was just wondering whether I should light another cigar when I heard something so silvery sweet and unexpected that I jumped.
Somewhere out in the night, close by, came the silver pipe of a whistle.
I never heard anyone whistle so musically before or since. It was the "Lorelei" that I heard, the sweet, plaintive music of the Rhine maiden.
I cannot explain it, but it gave me a lump in my throat.
At the sound, the bound giant struggled violently, but he made little or no noise, and what he did was drowned by my heavy footsteps as I walked through the cabin and stumbled up the companion.
On the sh.o.r.e, three yards away, was a figure in fowler"s kit, which I had no difficulty in recognising as that of my friend Mr. Jones. I heard him say something, but there was a good deal of wind all round and I ignored it, letting down the drawbridge slowly for him to come on board.
It had hardly bridged the chasm when he stepped briskly on to it and came over like a flash. He had his gun on his left shoulder, and he handed it to me, saying something in German. I took it with my left hand, stepped aside for him to pa.s.s, and then kicked him smartly upon the shin. It is an invaluable dodge; a West-end Bobby told me of it; and down he went full length on his face with an oath.
Well, the rest was not difficult. My fourteen stone was on the small of his back in a minute. My brother, who had employed the interval of waiting in discovering a coil of wire, had his hands whipped round behind his back in no time, and d.i.c.kson max. sat on the wretched Admiral"s head as if he had been a horse. We left his feet free, because we wanted to get him down into the cabin. I held him by the shoulder while my brother pressed the barrel of his Mauser pistol--one of the few good things that ever came out of Germany, by the way--into the nape of his neck. He came like a lamb and we sat him down in the same arm-chair that Doris had just occupied. The wire came in very handy indeed. We made a coc.o.o.n of it round him until he could not stir hand or foot.
"And now," my brother said, "our next guest will not be here for some little time. Supper is, I think, clearly indicated. Doris, supposing you and d.i.c.kson see what the galley has to offer--some tinned food, I think you said, and coffee? Excellent. Meanwhile, I and John will talk to this gentleman."
Von Waechter--I call him this for short; people should not have such beastly long names--von Waechter glanced slowly round the cabin, taking in everything. He saw Schweitzer lying gagged upon the floor, the smashed mirror, the bottle of cognac, everything, and I will do him the justice to say he never moved a muscle of his face.
"Well now, sir, you will understand that the game is up," said my brother quietly.
The man nodded in a meditative sort of way, as if he was considering whether that was true or not.
"Ah, my friend Mr. John Carey!" he said.
"Yes, Mr. Jones," I answered, "and this is my brother, Commander Carey, of His Majesty"s Navy."
Von Waechter bowed as well as he was able. "Ah," he said, "I am a prisoner of war, I see."
My brother shook his head. "I"m afraid not, sir," he replied; "I"m afraid you are a captured spy."
CHAPTER VII
THE MURDER OF MR. LOCKHART
Doctor Upjelly, or the Graf von Vedal as my readers may choose to think of him, never came to the Hulk that night.
If this is not the most sensational part of my narrative, it is certainly the grimmest. It must be told quickly. It is too horrible to linger upon.
I was not there myself, but I put it down from the words of an eye-witness.
The reason that I was able to be out on the marsh at five o"clock without suspicion was that, early in the morning after my brother and I had overheard everything in the gun-punt, I went to the Doctor and asked for a day off. I said I was going to London to have a final shot at enlisting. I knew from what I had heard him say to Kiderlen-Waechter that it did not matter twopence to him either way, whether I went or stayed. He, himself, was making all preparations for flight. He gave me leave quite readily.
Before I pretended to go I told Lockhart everything. It was arranged that he and d.i.c.kson major, whom he was to take into his confidence to a certain extent, were to watch the Doctor with the utmost care.
I drove to Blankington-on-Sea in Wordingham"s trap, went a station or two up the line, was met by the Admiralty motor car, made a great circuit of country, and got back to c.o.c.kthorpe within four hours.
Meanwhile Lockhart and d.i.c.kson major watched the Doctor. This is the story, the horrible story.
Doris slipped out without notice, dressed in d.i.c.kson max."s clothes--that has already been explained. The late afternoon went on.
The boys finished their work, played a dreary punt-about of football, and came in to tea. Lockhart was in charge.