Ravensdene Court Part 30
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"What is it, then?" I asked.
"I've a sort of vague, misty idea," she answered, with a laugh that was plainly intended to be deprecatory of her own power. "Supposing these Chinese--you say they're awfully keen and astute--supposing they've got a plot amongst themselves for handing Baxter and the Frenchman over to the police--the authorities--with their plunder? Do you see?"
I had just finished the manufacture of my novel foot-wear, and I jumped to my padded feet with an exclamation that--this time--did not come from unpleasant contact with the sharp stones.
"By George!" I said. "There is an idea in that!--there may be something in it!"
"We thought Wing was on board," she continued. "If so, I think I may be right in offering such a suggestion. Supposing that Wing came across these people when he went to London; took service with them in the hope of getting at their secret; supposing he's induced the other Chinese to secure Baxter and the Frenchman--that, in short, he's been playing the part of detective? Wouldn't that explain why they sent us away?"
"Partly--yes, perhaps wholly," I said, struggling with this new idea.
"But--where and when and how do they intend--if your theory's correct--to do the handing over?"
"That's surely easy enough," she replied quickly. "There's nothing to do but sail the yawl into say Berwick harbour and call the police aboard. A very, very easy matter!"
"I wonder if it is so?" I answered, musingly. "It might be--but if we stay here until it's light and the tide's up, we shall see which way the yawl goes."
"It's high water between five and six o'clock," she remarked. "Anyway, it was between four and five yesterday morning at Ravensdene Court--which now seems to be far away, in some other world."
"Hungry?" I asked.
"Not a bit," she answered. "But--it's a long way since yesterday afternoon. We've seen things."
"We've certainly seen Mr. Netherfield Baxter," I observed.
"A fascinating man!" she said, with a laugh. "The sort of man--under other circ.u.mstances--one would like to have to dinner."
"Um!" said I. "A ready and plausible tongue, to be sure. I dare say there are women who would fall in love with such a man."
"Lots!" she answered, with ready a.s.sent. "As I said just now, he's a very fascinating person."
"Ah!" said I, teasingly. "I had a suspicion last night that he was exciting your sympathetic interest."
"I'm much more sympathetic about your lack of boots and shoes," she retorted. "But as you seem to have rigged up some sort of satisfactory subst.i.tute, don't you think we might be making our way homewards? Is there any need to go through the woods? Why should we not follow the coast?"
"I'm doubtful about our ability to get round the south point of this cove," I answered. "I was looking at it yesterday afternoon from the deck of the yawl, and I saw that just there a sort of wall of rock runs right out into the sea. And if the tide's coming in--"
"Then, the woods," she interrupted. "Surely we can make our way through them, somehow. And it will begin to get light in another hour or so."
"If you like to try it," I answered. "But it's darker in there than you think for, and rougher going, too. However--"
Just then, and before she had made up her mind, we were both switched off that line of action by something that broke out on another. Across the three-quarters of a mile of water which separated us from our recent prison came the sound, clear and unmistakable, of a revolver shot, followed almost instantly by another. Miss Raven, who had risen to her feet, suddenly sat down again. A third shot rang out--a fourth--a fifth; we saw the flashes of each; they came, without doubt, from the deck of the yawl.
"Firing!" she murmured.
"Fighting!" said I. "That's just--listen to that!"
Half a dozen reports, sharp, insistent, rang out in quick succession; then two or three, all mingling together; the echoes followed from wood and cliff. Rapidly as the flashes pierced the gloom, the sounds died out--a heavy silence followed.
"That's just what?" asked Miss Raven--calmly.
"Well, if not just what I expected, it's at any rate partly what I expected," I said. "It had already struck me that if--well, supposing whatever it was that the Chinaman dropped into those gla.s.ses didn't act quite as soporifically as he intended it to, and Baxter and his companion woke up and found there was a conspiracy, a mutiny, going on, there'd be--eh?"
"Fighting?" she suggested.
"You're not a squeamish girl," I answered. "There'd be b.l.o.o.d.y murder!
Their lives--or the others. And I should say that death's stalking through that unholy craft just now."
She made no answer and we stood staring at the black bulk lying motionless on the grey water; stood for a long time, listening. I, to tell the truth, was straining my ears to catch the plash of oars: I thought it possible that some of those on board the yawl might take a violent desire to get ash.o.r.e.
But the silence continued. And now we said no more of setting out on our homeward journey: curiosity as to what had happened kept us there, whispering. The time pa.s.sed--almost before we realized that night was pa.s.sing, we were suddenly aware of a long line of faint yellow light that rose above the far horizon.
"Dawn," I muttered. "Dawn!"
And then, at that moment, we both heard something. Somewhere outside the bar, but close to the sh.o.r.e, a steam-propelled vessel was tearing along at a break-neck speed.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE FOURTH CHINAMAN
As we stood there, watching, the long line of yellow light on the eastern horizon suddenly changed in colour--first to a roseate flush, then to a warm crimson; the scenes around us, sky, sea and land brightened as if by magic. And with equal suddenness there shot round the edge of the southern extremity of the cove, outlining itself against the red sky in the distance the long, low-lying hulk of a vessel--a dark, sinister-looking thing which I recognised at once as a torpedo-destroyer. It was coming along, about half a mile outside the bar, at a rare turn of speed which would, I knew, quickly carry it beyond our field of vision. And I was wondering whether from its decks the inside of the cove and the yawl lying at anchor there was visible when it suddenly slackened in its headlong career, went about, seaward, and describing the greater part of a circle, came slowly in towards the bar, nosing about there beyond the line of white surf, for all the world like a terrier at the lip of some rat-hole.
Up to that moment Miss Raven and I had kept silence, watching this unexpected arrival in our solitude; now, turning to look at her, I saw that the thought which had come into my mind had also occurred to hers.
"Do you think that s.h.i.+p is looking for the yawl?" she asked. "It's a gunboat--or something of that sort, isn't it?"
"Torpedo-destroyer--latest cla.s.s, too," I answered.
"Rakish, wicked-looking things, aren't they? And that's just what I, too, was wondering. It's possible, some news of the yawl may have got to the ears of the authorities, and this thing may have been sent from the nearest base to take a look along the coast. Perhaps they've spotted the yawl. But they can't get over that bar, yet."
"The tide's rising fast, though," she remarked, pointing to the sh.o.r.e immediately before us. "It'll be up to this boat soon."
I saw that she was right, and that presently the boat would be floating. We made it fast, and retreated further up the beach, amongst the overhanging trees, and there, from beneath the shelter of a group of dwarf oaks, looked seaward again. The destroyer lay supine outside the bar, watching. Suddenly, right behind her, far across the grey sea, the sun shot up above the horizon--her long dark hull cut across his ruddy face. And we were then able to make out shapes that moved here and there on her deck. There were live men there!--but on the yawl we saw no sign of life.
Yet, even as we looked, life sprang up there again. Once more a shot rang out, followed by two others in sharp succession. And as we stared in that direction, wondering what this new affray could be, we saw a boat shoot out from beneath the bows, with a low, crouching figure in it which was evidently making frantic efforts to get away. Somebody on board the yawl was just as eager to prevent this escape; three or four shots sounded--following one of them, the figure in the boat fell forward with a sickening suddenness.
"Got him!" I said involuntarily. "Poor devil!--whoever he is."
"No!" exclaimed Miss Raven. "See!--he's up again."
The figure was struggling to an erect position--even at that distance we could make out the effort. But the light of the newly-risen sun was so dazzling and confusing that we could not tell if the figure was that of an Englishman or a Chinaman--it was, at any rate, the figure of a tall man. And whoever he was, he managed to rise to his feet, and to lift an arm in the direction of the yawl, from which he was then some twenty yards away. Two more shots rang out--one from the yawl, another from the boat. It seemed to me that the man in the boat swayed--but a moment later he was again busy at his oars. No further shot came from the yawl, and the boat drew further and further away from it, in the direction of a spit of land some three or four hundred yards from where we stood. There were high rocks at the sea end of that spit--the boat disappeared behind them.
"There's one villain loose, at any rate," I muttered, not too well pleased to think that he was within reach of ourselves. "I wonder which. But I'm sure he was winged--he fell in a heap, didn't he, at one of those shots? Of course, he'll take to these woods--and we've got to get through them."
"Not yet!" said Miss Raven. "Look there!"
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