The Wheel O' Fortune Part 9
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The reminder was useful, though not in the sense intended, by Stamp. It brought Royson back to earth. He felt that he must justify himself if he would win his way among these rough sea-dogs. Hence, when a railway omnibus lumbered along the quay, and pulled up in front of the yacht's gangway, he remembered that he was Mr. King, probationary second mate on a small vessel, and not Richard Royson, heir to a baronetcy and rightful successor to an estate with a rent-roll of five thousand a year.
Mr. Fenshawe, exceedingly alert for one of his age, helped two ladies to alight. The first was Irene. Her admiring glance at the _Aphrodite_, no less than an exclamation of delighted interest, revealed that she, too, like everyone else, was a stranger to the s.h.i.+p. She was followed by a pretty woman, whose clothes and furs were of a fas.h.i.+on which told even a mere man that she was a person of consequence. This was Mrs.
Haxton, and her first action caused d.i.c.k to dislike her, because she deliberately turned her back on the smart yacht, and gave heed only to the safe lowering of certain trunks from the roof of the omnibus. He heard the manner of her speech to a neatly dressed maid and its languid insolence did not help to dissipate that unfavorable impression.
Miss Fenshawe ran along the gangway. Royson had stationed a sailor at the sh.o.r.eward end, while he held the rail to steady it on deck.
"Good morning, Mr. King," she cried. "Has not Baron von Kerber arrived?"
"Yes," he said. "He came aboard late last night."
"Then why is he not here to meet us?"
"I believe he is fatigued after the long journey, Miss Fenshawe."
"Fatigued! Fiddlesticks! Look at my grandfather. Is he fatigued? And we have traveled over the same route. But I will deal with the lie-abed Baron when I see him. What a nice boat the _Aphrodite_ is. I am in love with her already. And is that Captain Stump? Good morning, captain. I have heard about you. Baron von Kerber says you will bite my head off if I come on the bridge. Is that true?"
"Shows how little Mr. von Kerber reely knows about me, ma'am," said Stump gallantly, beaming on her over the rail of the small upper deck.
By this time, Mrs. Haxton had satisfied herself that the _Aphrodite's_ crew might be trusted to bring her boxes on board without smas.h.i.+ng them, and she gathered her skirts carefully to keep them clear of the quay. She raised a lorgnon, mounted on a tortoise-sh.e.l.l and silver handle, and examined the yacht with measured glance. She honored the stalwart second officer with a prolonged stare.
"Is that the captain?" she said to Mr. Fenshawe, who was waiting to escort her on board.
"No. That is Mr. King, the young man Irene told you about."
"Oh, indeed! Rather an Apollo Belvidere, don't you think?"
"He seems to be a nice young fellow, quite well-mannered, and that sort of thing. And it imposes somewhat of a strain on the imagination to picture him in the scant attire popular at Delphi."
Mr. Fenshawe was not without a dry humor, but Mrs. Haxton was pleased to be amused.
"What a light-hearted creature you are!" she cried, "I envy you your high spirits. Personally, I feel utterly downcast at the prospect of a sea voyage. It always blows a mistral, or some other horrid thing, when I cross the Mediterranean. Are you sure that little bridge won't move the instant I step on it? I have quite an aversion to such jim-crack appliances."
Mrs. Haxton's timidity did not prevent her from noting the arrival of a telegraph messenger on a bicycle. He was reading the name of the yacht when she said:
"Come here, boy. Have you a telegram for me?"
She used excellent French, and the messenger handed her the small blue envelope he was carrying. The lady dropped her eyegla.s.ses, and scanned the address quickly before she read it aloud.
"Richard Royson, British Yacht _Aphrodite_, Ma.r.s.eilles," she announced, after a moment's pause.
"Who is Richard Royson?" she went on, looking from Mr. Fenshawe to the nearest officer of the s.h.i.+p, who happened to be Royson himself.
The incident was so unexpected that d.i.c.k reddened and hesitated. Yet he saw no reason why he should not proclaim himself.
"That message is meant for me, madam," he said.
"For you? But Mr. Fenshawe has just said that your name is King?"
"Baron von Kerber bestowed that name on me, but he acted under a misapprehension. My name is Royson."
"How odd! How excessively odd!"
Mrs. Haxton seemed to forget her fear of the gangway. Advancing with sure and easy tread she gave d.i.c.k his telegram. And he was conscious, during one unhappy minute, that Irene, and Captain Stump, and Mr.
Fenshawe, each in varying degree, shared Mrs. Haxton's opinion as to the exceeding oddity of the fact that any one should be masquerading on board the _Aphrodite_ under an a.s.sumed name.
CHAPTER V
MISS FENSHAWE SEEKS AN ALLY
Royson was not in the least nonplussed by this recurrence of a dilemma for which he was not responsible. Von Kerber, of course, could have extricated him with a word, but von Kerber, for reasons of his own, remained, invisible. So d.i.c.k threw his head back in a characteristic way which people soon learnt to a.s.sociate with a stubborn resolve to see a crisis through to the end. He ignored Mrs. Haxton, and spoke to the captain.
"I am glad the question of my right name has been raised," he said.
"When Baron von Kerber comes on deck I shall ask him to settle the matter once and for all."
"Just so," said Stump, "I would if I was you."
"The really important thing is the whereabouts of our cabins,"
interrupted Mrs. Haxton's clear drawl.
"Take the ladies aft,--Mr. Royson,--an' let 'em choose their quarters,"
directed Stump curtly.
d.i.c.k would have obeyed in silence had not Miss Fenshawe thought fit to help him. She had found Mrs. Haxton's airs somewhat tiresome during the long journey from London, and she saw no reason why that lady should be so ready to bring a hornet's nest about Royson's ears.
"We are not in such a desperate hurry to bestow our belongings that you cannot read your telegram," she said to d.i.c.k. Then she favored Stump with a frank smile. "I know you mean to start almost immediately, captain, and it is possible that Mr. Royson may wish to send an answer before we leave Ma.r.s.eilles. You won't be angry if he waits one moment before he shows us to our staterooms?"
"Not at all, miss," said the skipper, "he's at your service. I can do without him--easy."
Stump was angry with d.i.c.k, and did not hesitate to show it. A blunt man, of plain speech, he resented anything in the nature of double- dealing. Royson's remarkable proficiency in most matters bearing on the navigation of a s.h.i.+p had amazed him in the first instance, and this juggling with names led him to suspect some deep-laid villainy with which the midnight attack on von Kerber was not wholly unconnected.
But the person most taken aback by Irene's self-a.s.sertion was Mrs.
Haxton. A firm att.i.tude on the girl's part came as an unpleasing novelty. An imperious light leaped to her eyes, but she checked the words which might have changed a trivial incident into a sharp tussle for supremacy.
"I am sorry," she said quietly. "Telegrams are important things, sometimes. And the messenger is waiting, too."
Thus, under the fire of many eyes, Royson tore open the _pet.i.t bleu_, and read its typewritten contents. The words were brief, but sufficiently bewildering:
"Better return to England forthwith. I undertake full responsibility for advice, and guarantee you against loss, Forbes."
"Forbes," undoubtedly, was his uncle's solicitor. But how was it possible that he should have discovered the name of the yacht and her port of departure? And why did he, a methodical old lawyer, not only disobey his client's strict injunctions that no help or a.s.sistance of any sort was to be given to a rebellious nephew, but ignore d.i.c.k's own wishes, and address him as Royson, not as King?
There were twenty questions which might be asked, but staring at the flimsy bit of paper, with its jerky lettering, would not answer any of them. And the issue called for instant decision. Already, in obedience to a signal from Stump, men were standing by the fixed capstans on the mole ready to cast off the yacht's hawsers. Perhaps Sir Henry Royson was dying? Even in that unlikely event, of what avail was a t.i.tle with nothing a year? Certainly, the solicitor's cautious telegram might be construed into an offer of financial aid. That reading implied a more cheerful view than he had taken hitherto of his prospects with regard to the Cuddesham estate. Yet, the only way in which he could meet Mr.
Forbes's wishes was to spring ash.o.r.e then and there, if such a proceeding were practicable, and abandon the adventure whose strange by-ways were already opening up before his mind's eye.
Then Irene said sympathetically:
"I hope you have not received any bad news, Mr.--Royson."
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