Ravensdene Court Part 19
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"Mrs. Ormthwaite," he said, bending a little towards Scarterfield.
"She said as how there was a gentleman stopping in this here house as was making inquiries, d'ye see, about Netherfield Baxter, as used to live hereabouts. So I come along."
Scarterfield contrived to jog my elbow. Without a word, he turned towards the door of the smoking room, motioning his visitor to follow.
We all went into the corner wherein, on the previous afternoon, Scarterfield had told me of his investigations and discoveries at Blyth. Evidently I was now to hear more. But Scarterfield asked for no further information until he had provided our companion with refreshment in the shape of a gla.s.s of rum and a cigar, and his first question was of a personal sort.
"What's your name, then?" he inquired.
"Fish," replied the visitor, promptly. "Solomon. As everybody is aware."
"Blyth man, no doubt," suggested Scarterfield.
"Born and bred, master," said Fish. "And lived here always--'cepting when I been away, which, to be sure, has been considerable. But whether north or south, east or west, always make for the old spot when on dry land. That is to say--when in this here country."
"Then you'd know Netherfield Baxter?" asked Scarterfield.
Fish waved his cigar.
"As a baby--as a boy--as a young man," he declared. "Cut many a toy boat for him at one stage, taught him to fish at another, went sailing with him in a bit of a yawl that he had when he was growed up. Know him? Did I know my own mother!"
"Just so," said Scarterfield, understandingly. "To be sure! You know Baxter quite well, of course." He paused a moment, and then leant across the table round which the three of us were sitting. "And when did you see him last?" he asked.
Fish, to my surprise, laughed. It was a queer laugh. There was incredulity, uncertainty, a sense of vagueness in it; it suggested that he was puzzled.
"Aye, once?" said he. "That's just it, master. And I asks you--and this other gent, which I takes him to be a friend o' yours, and confidential--I asks you, can a man trust his own eyes and his own ears? Can he now, solemn?"
"I've always trusted mine, Fish," answered Scarterfield.
"Same here, master, till awhile ago," replied Fish. "But now I ain't so mortal sure o' that matter as I was! 'Cause, according to my eyes, and according to my ears, I see Netherfield Baxter, and I hear Netherfield Baxter, inside o' three weeks ago!"
He brought down his big hand on the table with a hearty smack as he spoke the last word or two; the sound of it was followed by a dead silence, in which Scarterfield and I exchanged quick glances. Fish picked up his tumbler, took a gulp at its contents, and set it down with emphasis.
"Gospel truth!" he exclaimed.
"That you did see him?" asked Scarterfield.
"Gospel truth, master, that if my eyes and ears is to be trusted I see him and I hear him!" declared Fish. "Only," he continued, after a pause, during which he stared fixedly, first at me, then at Scarterfield. "Only--he said as how he wasn't he! D'ye understand?
Denied his-self!"
"What you mean is that the man you took for Baxter said you were mistaken, and that he wasn't Baxter," suggested Scarterfield. "That it?"
"You puts it very plain, master," a.s.sented Fish. "That is what did happen. But if the man I refers to wasn't Netherfield Baxter, then I've no more eyes than this here cigar, and no more ears than that gla.s.s! Fact!"
"But you've never had reason to doubt either before, I suppose," said Scarterfield. "And you're not inclined to doubt them now. Now then, let's get to business. You really believe, Fish, that you met Netherfield Baxter about three weeks ago? That's about it, isn't it?
Never mind what the man said--you took him to be Baxter. Now, where was this?"
"Hull!" replied Fish. "Three weeks ago come Friday."
"Under what circ.u.mstances?" asked Scarterfield. "Tell us about it."
"Ain't such a long story, neither," remarked Fish. "And seeing as how, according to Widow Ormthwaite, you're making some inquiries about Baxter, I don't mind telling, 'cause I been mighty puzzled ever since I see this chap. Well, you see, I landed at Hull from my last voyage--been out East'ard and back with a trading vessel what belongs to Hull owners. And before coming home here to Blyth, knocked about a day or two in that port with an old messmate o' mine that I chanced to meet there. Now then one morning--as I say, three weeks ago it is, come this Friday--me and my mate, which his name is Jim Shanks, of Hartlepool, and can corrob'rate, as they call it, what I says--we turns into a certain old-fas.h.i.+oned place there is there in Hull, in a bit of an alley off High Street--you'll know Hull, no doubt, you gentlemen?"
"Never been there," replied Scarterfield.
"I have," said I. "I know it well--especially the High Street."
"Then you'll know, guv'nor, that all round about that High Street there's still a lot o' queer old places as ancient as what it is,"
continued Fish. "Me and my mate, Shanks, knew one, what we'd oft used in times past--the Goose and Crane, as snug a spot as you'll find in any s.h.i.+pping-town in this here country. Maybe you'll know it?"
"I've seen it from outside, Fish," I answered. "A fine old front--half timber."
"That's it, guv'nor--and as pleasant inside as it's remarkable outside," he said. "Well, my mate and me we goes in there for a morning gla.s.s, and into a room where you'll find some interesting folk about that time o' day. There's a sign on the door o' that room, gentlemen, what reads 'For Master Mariners Only,' but it's an old piece of work, and you don't want to take no heed of it--me and Shanks we ain't master mariners, though we may look it in our sh.o.r.e rig-out, and we've used that room whenever we've been in Hull. Well, now we gets our gla.s.ses, and our cigars, and we sits down in a quiet corner to enjoy ourselves and observe what company drops in. Some queer old birds there is comes in to that place, I do a.s.sure you, gentlemen, and some strange tales o' seafaring life you can hear. Howsomever, there wasn't nothing partic'lar struck me that morning until it was getting on to dinner-time, and me an Shanks was thinking o' laying a course for our lodgings, where we'd ordered a special bit o' dinner to celebrate our happy meeting, like, when in comes the man I'm a talking about. And if he wasn't Netherfield Baxter, what I'd known ever since he was the heighth o' six-pennorth o' copper, then, says I, a man's eyes and a man's ears isn't to be trusted!"
"Fis.h.!.+" said Scarterfield, who was listening intently. "It'll be best if you give us a description of this man. Tell us, as near as you can, what he's like--I mean, of course the man you saw at the Goose and Crane."
Our visitor seemed to pull his mental faculties together. He took another pull at his gla.s.s and several at his cigar.
"Well," he said, "t'aint much in my line, that, me not being a scholar, but I can give a general idea, d'ye see, master. A tallish, good-looking chap, as the women 'ud call handsome, sort of rakish fellow, you understand. Dressed very smart. Blue serge suit--good stuff, new. Straw hat--black band. Brown boots--polished and s.h.i.+ning.
Quite the swell--as Netherfield always was, even when he'd got through his money. The gentleman! Lord bless your souls, I knew him, for all that I hadn't seen him for several years, and that he'd grown a beard!"
"A beard, eh--" interrupted Scarterfield.
"Beard and moustache," a.s.sented Fish.
"What colour?" asked Scarterfield.
"What you might call a golden-brown," replied Fish. "Cut--the beard was--to a point. Suited him."
Scarterfield drew out his pocket-book and produced a slightly-faded photograph--that of a certain good-looking, rather nattish young man, taken in company with a fox-terrier. He handed it to Fish.
"Is that Baxter?" he asked.
"Aye!--as he was, years ago," said Fish. "I know that well enough--used to be one o' them in the phottygrapher's window down the street, outside here. But now, d'ye see, he's grown a beard.
Otherwise--the same!"
"Well?" said Scarterfield, "What happened? This man came in. Was he alone?"
"No," replied Fish. "He'd two other men with him. One was a chap about his own age, just as smart as what he was, and dressed similar.
T'other was an older man, in his s.h.i.+rt sleeves and without a hat--seemed to me he'd brought Baxter and his friend across from some shop or other to stand 'em a drink. Anyways, he did call for drinks--whisky and soda--and the three on 'em stood together talking.
And as soon as I heard Baxter's voice, I was dead sure about him--he'd always a highish voice, talked as gentlemen talks, d'ye see, for, of course, he was brought up that way--high eddicated, you understand?"
"What were these three talking about?" asked Scarterfield.
"Far as I could make out about s.h.i.+p's fittings," answered Fish.
"Something 'o that sort, anyway, but I didn't take much notice o'
their talk; I was too much taken up watching Baxter, and growing more certain every minute, d'ye see, that it was him. And 'cepting that a few o' years does make a bit o' difference, and that he's grown a beard, I didn't see no great alteration in him. Yet I see one thing."
"Aye?" asked Scarterfield. "What, now?"
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