At bottom, he felt a certain ambiguous respect for his governor"s exaggerated dislike of women, as if that horror of feminine presence were a sort of depraved morality; but still morality, since he counted it as an advantage. It prevented many undesirable complications. He did not pretend to understand it. He did not even try to investigate this idiosyncrasy of his chief. All he knew was that he himself was differently inclined, and that it did not make him any happier or safer.
He did not know how he would have acted if he had been knocking about the world on his own. Luckily he was a subordinate, not a wage-slave but a follower--which was a restraint. Yes! The other sort of disposition simplified matters in general; it wasn"t to be gainsaid. But it was clear that it could also complicate them--as in this most important and, in Ricardo"s view, already sufficiently delicate case. And the worst of it was that one could not tell exactly in what precise manner it would act.
It was unnatural, he thought somewhat peevishly. How was one to reckon up the unnatural? There were no rules for that. The faithful henchman of plain Mr. Jones, foreseeing many difficulties of a material order, decided to keep the girl out of the governor"s knowledge, out of his sight, too, for as long a time as it could be managed. That, alas, seemed to be at most a matter of a few hours; whereas Ricardo feared that to get the affair properly going would take some days. Once well started, he was not afraid of his gentleman failing him. As is often the case with lawless natures, Ricardo"s faith in any given individual was of a simple, unquestioning character. For man must have some support in life.
Cross-legged, his head drooping a little and perfectly still, he might have been meditating in a bonze-like att.i.tude upon the sacred syllable "Om." It was a striking ill.u.s.tration of the untruth of appearances, for his contempt for the world was of a severely practical kind. There was nothing oriental about Ricardo but the amazing quietness of his pose.
Mr. Jones was also very quiet. He had let his head sink on the rolled-up rug, and lay stretched out on his side with his back to the light. In that position the shadows gathered in the cavities of his eyes made them look perfectly empty. When he spoke, his ghostly voice had only to travel a few inches straight into Ricardo"s left ear.
"Why don"t you say something, now that you"ve got me awake?"
"I wonder if you were sleeping as sound as you are trying to make out, sir," said the unmoved Ricardo.
"I wonder," repeated Mr. Jones. "At any rate, I was resting quietly!"
"Come, sir!" Ricardo"s whisper was alarmed. "You don"t mean to say you"re going to be bored?"
"No."
"Quite right!" The secretary was very much relieved. "There"s no occasion to be, I can tell you, sir," he whispered earnestly. "Anything but that! If I didn"t say anything for a bit, it ain"t because there isn"t plenty to talk about. Ay, more than enough."
"What"s the matter with you?" breathed out his patron. "Are you going to turn pessimist?"
"Me turn? No, sir! I ain"t of those that turn. You may call me hard names, if you like, but you know very well that I ain"t a croaker."
Ricardo changed his tone. "If I said nothing for a while, it was because I was meditating over the c.h.i.n.k, sir."
"You were? Waste of time, my Martin. A Chinaman is unfathomable."
Ricardo admitted that this might be so. Anyhow, a c.h.i.n.k was neither here nor there, as a general thing, unfathomable as he might be; but a Swedish baron wasn"t--couldn"t be! The woods were full of such barons.
"I don"t know that he is so tame," was Mr. Jones"s remark, in a sepulchral undertone.
"How do you mean, sir? He ain"t a rabbit, of course. You couldn"t hypnotize him, as I saw you do to more than one Dago, and other kinds of tame citizens, when it came to the point of holding them down to a game."
"Don"t you reckon on that," murmured plain Mr. Jones seriously.
"No, sir, I don"t, though you have a wonderful power of the eye. It"s a fact."
"I have a wonderful patience," remarked Mr. Jones dryly.
A dim smile flitted over the lips of the faithful Ricardo who never raised his head.
"I don"t want to try you too much, sir, but this is like no other job we ever turned our minds to."
"Perhaps not. At any rate let us think so."
A weariness with the monotony of life was reflected in the tone of this qualified a.s.sent. It jarred on the nerves of the sanguine Ricardo.
"Let us think of the way to go to work," he retorted a little impatiently. "He"s a deep one. Just look at the way he treated that chum of his. Did you ever hear of anything so low? And the artfulness of the beast--the dirty, tame artfulness!"
"Don"t you start moralizing, Martin," said Mr. Jones warningly. "As far as I can make out the story that German hotel-keeper told you, it seems to show a certain amount of character;--and independence from common feelings which is not usual. It"s very remarkable, if true."
"Ay, ay! Very remarkable. It"s mighty low down, all the same," muttered, Ricardo obstinately. "I must say I am glad to think he will be paid off for it in a way that"ll surprise him!"
The tip of his tongue appeared lively for an instant, as if trying for the taste of that ferocious retribution on his compressed lips. For Ricardo was sincere in his indignation before the elementary principle of loyalty to a chum violated in cold blood, slowly, in a patient duplicity of years. There are standards in villainy as in virtue, and the act as he pictured it to himself acquired an additional horror from the slow pace of that treachery so atrocious and so tame. But he understood too the educated judgement of his governor, a gentleman looking on all this with the privileged detachment of a cultivated mind, of an elevated personality.
"Ay, he"s deep--he"s artful," he mumbled between his sharp teeth.
"Confound you!" Mr. Jones"s calm whisper crept into his ear. "Come to the point."
Obedient, the secretary shook off his thoughtfulness. There was a similarity of mind between these two--one the outcast of his vices, the other inspired by a spirit of scornful defiance, the aggressiveness of a beast of prey looking upon all the tame creatures of the earth as its natural victim. Both were astute enough, however, and both were aware that they had plunged into this adventure without a sufficient scrutiny of detail. The figure of a lonely man far from all a.s.sistance had loomed up largely, fascinating and defenceless in the middle of the sea, filling the whole field of their vision. There had not seemed to be any need for thinking. As Schomberg had been saying: "Three to one."
But it did not look so simple now in the face of that solitude which was like an armour for this man. The feeling voiced by the henchman in his own way--"We don"t seem much forwarder now we are here" was acknowledged by the silence of the patron. It was easy enough to rip a fellow up or drill a hole in him, whether he was alone or not, Ricardo reflected in low, confidential tones, but--
"He isn"t alone," Mr. Jones said faintly, in his att.i.tude of a man composed for sleep. "Don"t forget that Chinaman." Ricardo started slightly.
"Oh, ay--the c.h.i.n.k!"
Ricardo had been on the point of confessing about the girl; but no! He wanted his governor to be unperturbed and steady. Vague thoughts, which he hardly dared to look in the face, were stirring his brain in connection with that girl. She couldn"t be much account, he thought. She could be frightened. And there were also other possibilities. The c.h.i.n.k, however, could be considered openly.
"What I was thinking about it, sir," he went on earnestly, "is this--here we"ve got a man. He"s nothing. If he won"t be good, he can be made quiet. That"s easy. But then there"s his plunder. He doesn"t carry it in his pocket."
"I hope not," breathed Mr. Jones.
"Same here. It"s too big, we know, but if he were alone, he would not feel worried about it overmuch--I mean the safety of the pieces. He would just put the lot into any box or drawer that was handy."
"Would he?"
"Yes, sir. He would keep it under his eye, as it were. Why not? It is natural. A fellow doesn"t put his swag underground, unless there"s a very good reason for it."
"A very good reason, eh?"
"Yes, sir. What do you think a fellow is--a mole?"
From his experience, Ricardo declared that man was not a burrowing beast. Even the misers very seldom buried their h.o.a.rd, unless for exceptional reasons. In the given situation of a man alone on an island, the company of a c.h.i.n.k was a very good reason. Drawers would not be safe, nor boxes, either, from a prying, slant-eyed c.h.i.n.k. No, sir, unless a safe--a proper office safe. But the safe was there in the room.
"Is there a safe in this room? I didn"t notice it," whispered Mr. Jones.
That was because the thing was painted white, like the walls of the room; and besides, it was tucked away in the shadows of a corner. Mr.
Jones had been too tired to observe anything on his first coming ash.o.r.e; but Ricardo had very soon spotted the characteristic form. He only wished he could believe that the plunder of treachery, duplicity, and all the moral abominations of Heyst had been there. But no; the blamed thing was open.
"It might have been there at one time or another," he commented gloomily, "but it isn"t there now."
"The man did not elect to live in this house," remarked Mr. Jones. "And by the by, what could he have meant by speaking of circ.u.mstances which prevented him lodging us in the other bungalow? You remember what he said, Martin? Sounded cryptic."
Martin, who remembered and understood the phrase as directly motived by the existence of the girl, waited a little before saying:
"Some of his artfulness, sir; and not the worst of it either. That manner of his to us, this asking no questions, is some more of his artfulness. A man"s bound to be curious, and he is; yet he goes on as if he didn"t care. He does care--or else what was he doing up with a cigar in the middle of the night, doing a think? I don"t like it."
"He may be outside, observing the light here, and saying the very same thing to himself of our own wakefulness," gravely suggested Ricardo"s governor.