A Tall Ship Part 2
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"He's not a friend exactly," said James, pus.h.i.+ng his companion in through the door, and examining him curiously by the light of the candle. "But I'll tell you all about him later on. His name's Fritz.
D'you mind if I lock him in the cellar?"
"Do," replied Uncle Bill dryly. He produced a bunch of keys from the pocket of his dressing-gown. "It's the thin bra.s.s key. There's some quite decent brandy in the farthest bin on the right-hand side, if you're thinking of making a night of it down there. Take the candle; I'm going back to bed."
"Don't go to bed," called James from the head of the stairs. "I want to have a yarn with you in a minute. Light the gas in the dining-room."
Five minutes later he reappeared carrying a tray with cold beef, bread, and a jug of beer upon it. Uncle Bill stood in front of the dead ashes of his hearth considering his nephew through his eyegla.s.s. "I hope you made--er--Fritz comfortable? You look as if you had been doing a forced march. Nerves better?"
James set down his empty gla.s.s with a sigh and wiped his mouth. "As comfortable as he deserves to be. He's a spy, Uncle Bill. I caught him supplying petrol to a German submarine."
"Really?" said Uncle Bill, without enthusiasm. "That brandy cost me 180s. a dozen. Wouldn't he be better in a police station? Have you informed the Admiralty?"
"I venerate the police," replied James flippantly, "and the Admiralty are as a father and mother to me; but I want to keep this absolutely quiet for a few days--anyhow, till after Friday. I couldn't turn Fritz over to a policeman without attracting a certain amount of attention.
Anyhow, it would leak out if I did. I've walked eighteen miles already since midnight, and it's another fifty-nine to the Admiralty from here.
Besides, unless I disguise Fritz as a performing bear, people would want to know why I was leading him about on a rope's end----"
"Start at the beginning," interrupted Uncle Bill wearily, "and explain, avoiding all unnecessary detail."
So James, between mouthfuls, gave a brief resume of the night's adventure, while Sir William Thorogood, Professor of Chemistry and Adviser to the Admiralty on Submarine Explosives, stood and s.h.i.+vered on the hearthrug.
"And it just shows," concluded his nephew, "what a three-hours' swim in the North Sea does for a chap's morals." He eyed his Uncle Bill solemnly. "I even chucked the fellow's seamans.h.i.+p in his teeth!"
Sir William polished his eyegla.s.s with a silk handkerchief and replaced it with care.
"_Did_ you!" he said.
4
A squat tub of a boat, her stern piled high with wicker crab-pots, came round the northern headland and entered the little bay. The elderly fisherman who was rowing rested on his oars and sat contemplating the crab-pots in the stem. A younger man, clad in a jersey and sea boots, was busy coiling down something in the bows. "How about this spot," he said presently, looking up over his shoulder, "for the first one?" The rower fumbled about inside his tattered jacket, produced something that glistened in the sunlight, and screwed it into his eye.
"Uncle Bill!" protested the younger fisherman, "do uns.h.i.+p that thing.
If there _is_ anyone watching us, it will give the whole show away."
Sir William Thorogood surveyed the harbour with an expressionless countenance. "I consider that having donned these unsavoury garments--did Janet bake them thoroughly, by the way?--I have already forfeited my self-respect quite sufficiently. How much of the circuit have you got off the drum?"
"Six fathoms."
"That's enough for the first, then." The speaker rose, lifted a crab-pot with an effort, and tipped it over the side of the boat. The cable whizzed out over the gunwale for a few seconds and stopped.
Uncle Bill resumed paddling for a little distance, and repeated the manoeuvre eight times in a semi-circle round the inside of the bay, across the entrance. "That's enough," he observed at length, as the last crab-pot sank with a splash. "Don't want to break all their windows ash.o.r.e. These will do all they're intended to." He propelled the boat towards the sh.o.r.e, while James paid out the weighted cable.
The bows of the boat grated on the s.h.i.+ngle, and the elder man climbed out. "Hand me the battery and the firing key--in that box under the thwart there. Now bring the end of the cable along."
As they toiled up the s.h.i.+fting flank of a sand-dune, James indicated a charred spot in the sand. "That's where he showed the flare, Uncle Bill."
Uncle Bill nodded disinterestedly. Side by side they topped the tufted crest of the dune and vanished among the sand-hills.
Somewhere across the marshes a church clock was striking midnight when a big covered car pulled up at the roadside in the spot where, a few nights before, the tinker's cart had turned off among the sand-hills.
The driver switched the engine off and extinguished the lights. Two men emerged from the body of the car; one, a short, thick-set figure m.u.f.fled in a Naval overcoat, stamped up and down to restore his circulation. "Is this the place?" he asked.
"Part of it," replied the voice of Uncle Bill from the driving seat.
"My nephew will show you the rest. I shall stay here, if Jim doesn't mind handing me the Thermos flask and my cigar-case--thanks."
James walked round the rear of the car and began groping about in the dry ditch at the roadside.
"Don't say you can't find it, Jim," said Sir William. He bent forward to light his cigar, and the flare of the match shone on his dress s.h.i.+rt-front and immaculate white tie. He refastened his motoring coat, and leaned back puffing serenely.
"Got it!" said a voice from the ditch, and James reappeared, carrying a small box and trailing something behind him. He held it out to the short man with gold oak leaves round his cap-peak. His hand trembled slightly.
"Here's the firing key, sir!"
"Oh, thanks. Let's put it in the sternsheets of the car till I come back. I'd like to have a look at the spot."
"You'll get your boots full of sand," said Uncle Bill's voice under the hood.
James lifted a small sack and an oil-can out of the motor, and the two figures vanished side by side into the night.
Half an hour later the elder man reappeared. "He's going to blow a whistle," he observed, and climbed into the body of the car, where Sir William was now sitting under a pile of rugs. He made room for the new-comer.
"Have some rug . . . and here's the foot-warmer. . . . I see. And then you--er--do the rest? The box is on the seat beside you."
The other settled down into his seat and tucked the rug round himself.
"Thanks," was the grim reply. "Yes, I'll do the rest!" He lit a pipe, and smoked in silence, as if following a train of thought. "My boy would have been sixteen to-morrow. . . ."
"Ah!" said Uncle Bill.
An hour pa.s.sed. The Naval man refilled and lit another pipe. By the light of the match he examined his watch. "I suppose you tested the contacts?" he asked at length in a low voice.
"Yes," was the reply, and they lapsed into silence again. The other s.h.i.+fted his position slightly and raised his head, staring into the darkness beyond the road whence came the faint, continuous murmur of the sea.
Seaward a faint gleam of light threw into relief for an instant the dark outline of a sand-dune, and sank into obscurity again.
Uncle Bill's eyegla.s.s dropped against the b.u.t.tons of his coat with a tinkle. The grim, silent man beside him lifted something on to his knees, and there was a faint click like the safety-catch of a gun being released.
A frog in the ditch near by set up a low, meditative croaking. Uncle Bill raised his head abruptly. Their straining ears caught the sound of someone running, stumbling along the uneven track that wound in from the sh.o.r.e. A whistle cut the stillness like a knife.
There was a hoa.r.s.e rumble seaward that broke into a deafening roar, and was succeeded by a sound like the bursting of a dam. The car rocked with the concussion, and the fragments of the shattered wind-screen tinkled down over the bonnet and footboard.
Then utter, absolute silence.
II
THE DRUM
A Tall Ship Part 2
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