Johnstone of the Border Part 31
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Rankine's crew hung out a stern light as their vessel left the yacht, and Whitney, getting down in the c.o.c.kpit, tried to dodge the spray while she rolled and tumbled across the high beam-sea. He was sorry for Andrew, who must sit on the coaming amid the spray; though he imagined that his comrade would be sufficiently occupied to make him careless of the wet and cold.
As a matter of fact, Andrew mechanically avoided the rush of the foaming combers, for he was thinking hard. He shrank from the meeting he had sought, because he knew he was badly equipped for the difficult part he must play. He suspected Williamson of practises which must, at any cost, be stopped, since it was unthinkable that a traitor should make use of Appleyard. This was bad; but it was worse to know that Staffer was acting as Williamson's confederate.
The trouble was that if Andrew exposed the men, the innocent would suffer. Staffer was Mrs. Woodhouse's brother, and Andrew pitied the quiet woman. Then there was Elsie, whom Staffer had certainly treated well. She would be crushed by shame if she learned his share in the plot. Andrew knew her well enough to feel sure of this. Elsie was true as steel; if he told her his suspicions, she would urge him to do his duty. Still, she would suffer; and part of Staffer's punishment would fall on her. It would not be forgotten that she was the niece of a foreign spy; and her mother might be suspected of complicity.
It was a painful situation; for Andrew gladly would have made any personal sacrifice that might save the girl a pang. He must try to find a way of doing his duty without involving her; in some way he must warn Rankine and yet keep back part of what he knew. This was a repugnant course, and he frowned as he drove the dripping boat across the foaming sea.
At times the steamer's stern light almost faded out, but it grew brighter again, and Andrew knew that Rankine was waiting for him. It was now blowing hard, and the combers looked very steep and angry, though he could no longer distinguish them until they broke close to the yacht. He imagined that they were stirred up by a strong tide, and several pinnacles of rock rose from deep water in the neighborhood. He hoped Rankine knew their position as he followed the steamer's light.
At last the sea got smoother and, instead of breaking, ran in a long, disturbed swell. The wind no longer hove the boat down with a steady pressure, but lightened until she swung nearly upright and then fell upon her in furious squalls that sent her staggering along with her lee deck deep in the foam. A lofty black ridge towered above her port side, and Andrew knew they were behind the Mull of Galloway. The water, however, was too deep, and the tide too strong for them to bring up there, and he supposed Rankine knew of a safe anchorage.
After a time he heard a whistle, and the light ahead stopped; then there was a roar of running chain, and as he luffed up a shout reached him.
"Let go and give her plenty scope!"
The chain was nearly all out before Andrew thought she had enough, and while she rolled and tumbled on the swell a splash of oars came out of the dark. Then a white gig loomed up alongside, and he and Whitney jumped on board as the crew backed away. They had to wait a minute or two close to the steamer's side, until a smooth undulation lapped the lurching hull, when they seized the ladder and scrambled up.
Rankine took them into a small, teak-paneled room with a bra.s.s stove in a corner. It was remarkably neat, though a cus.h.i.+oned locker, a small table, and two camp-chairs comprised the furniture. Nautical instruments occupied a rack, and a large chart of the Irish Sea was spread upon the table. Rankine put a bottle of wine and some cigarettes on the chart, and then hung up his wet oilskins.
"We're safe here so long as the wind keeps to the west; and I can give you a berth if your cabin's wet," he said.
"No, thanks," replied Andrew. "It's an exposed coast."
He tasted the wine Rankine poured out and lighted a cigarette. Whitney said nothing, and there was silence for a time. Rankine waited, with a polite smile.
"What are you doing near King William's Bank?" Andrew asked presently; and the others knew that his question was more to the purpose than appeared.
"Taking bearings and sounding, until the sea got up. I've made one or two interesting discoveries about that shoal."
Although he sympathized with Andrew, Whitney felt amused, for he saw that Rankine would do nothing to help him.
"You gave us a long run," Andrew said. "We would have got better shelter in Ramsey Bay."
"That's true. I preferred this place."
Andrew frowned at the chart, as if he did not know how to go on; and Whitney came to his rescue.
"I guess it suits you better to keep away from port; you don't want to be seen and talked about."
Rankine smiled.
"Am I mistaken in suggesting that we don't make much progress. Now, after meeting you at Craigwhinnie and inviting you to come on board, it's a satisfaction to find you have taken me at my word; but if you have any other reason for the visit, I'm at your command. I understood this was so."
"The matter is important, and we want to feel we're justified in talking about it," Whitney replied. "In fact, if your work's confined to surveying, we'd rather you regarded us as casual guests."
"Then I think you can take it that my job doesn't end there. I'm still a navy officer, though I'm now a.s.sisting the Trinity House."
Whitney laughed.
"Well, I guess that's as much as one could expect you to admit.
British official caution is a remarkable thing." He turned to Andrew.
"You'd better tell him what we've seen."
Andrew began with their adventures on the sands when the lamp went out, and then mentioned the signal lights on Barennan Crag and what they had discovered on board the wreck. He told the story well, adding particulars that had escaped Whitney's observation, and Rankine followed him closely on the chart.
He looked up with frank appreciation when Andrew had finished.
"I don't think I've ever heard as clear and concise a report before.
May I suggest that you're rather wasting your talents? You ought to be in the navy."
"I had to leave the army," Andrew replied, coloring. "But that's not what we have to talk about."
"No," agreed Rankine, and was silent for a while.
Whitney watched him with tranquil interest. The teak-paneled room was warm and bright, and after long exposure to numbing cold it was soothing to feel himself getting warm and drowsy; though the men still held his attention. The navy officer was, no doubt, the cleverer of the two, but Whitney thought he recognized a strong similarity in their characters. They were resolute, quiet, and capable, and he felt sure of their honesty. Rankine's face was now gravely thoughtful, but Andrew's wore a troubled frown, and Whitney imagined he recognized that the difficult part of the interview had not yet been reached.
"What you have discovered seems to have one of two meanings," Rankine said. "It may indicate a signaling of military and political news, which, strictly speaking, is not my business; or it may have some bearing on the loss of the A. & P. liner, and perhaps lead to similar attacks."
"Which _would_ be your business," Whitney drawled.
"I can't talk about that; but Mr. Johnstone did right in telling me,"
Rankine answered, and turned to Andrew. "Have you told any one else?"
"No." There was a curious quietness in Andrew's voice which showed Whitney that he had decided on his course.
"Why not? If my first surmise is correct, it's a matter for the military authorities."
"It seems to me the thing's not ripe. I have nothing but vague suspicions to go upon."
"Then you suspect somebody?"
"Yes."
Rankine looked at him in silence for a few moments.
"I suppose you mean to follow up the clue you've got?" he then asked.
"You may take that for granted," Andrew answered.
"And if you find your suspicions right?"
"When I'm certain of that, I'll act; but not before."
"Well, you no doubt recognize the responsibility you're taking. There are people appointed to investigate these things who could act with greater skill and force."
"I see that," Andrew replied quietly. "And when I think the time has come, I'll go to them, or you."
"But you mean to decide for yourself whether it has come or not?"
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