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 THE OLD MAID'S SWEETHEART. By 
 
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 MODEST LITTLE SARA. By Alan St. 
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 CHAPTER I 
 
 It was a bright frosty night towards the middle of 
 March. The moon had risen an hour aso, and huntr 
 like a round mirror of burnished silver close above 
 the glittering stream of Thames, as he swept broad- 
 ening down to Westminster Bridge. The Abbey 
 towers rose sharply into the clear air, and caught 
 the moonlight full upon their heads, but beneath 
 them on the further side lay a wide region of silent 
 and mysterious shadow. In the shadow paced the 
 figure of a man. By the slow and monotonous regu- 
 larity of his footfalls as he passed backwards and 
 forwards, you might have taken him for a sentinel 
 on guard. But to a closer look the long high- 
 collared coat, the quaint and ample outline of his 
 hat, and a certain balance in his step betrayed the 
 seafaring man, and gave a hint of his rank. His 
 figure and the easy swing of his moAements pro- 
 claimed him strong, but the obscurity concealed all 
 other characteristics. 
 
 Up and down, up and down he paced ; always 
 the same measured step, always the same distance to 
 
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 a yard. Nothing about him spoke of impatience, 
 and yet he was evidently expecting someone or some- 
 thing. For each time that his beat ended at the 
 angle of the northern tower he stopped, and looked 
 first to the right across the deserted square up to 
 the entrance of Whitehall, and then to the left, 
 where, on the edge of St. James's Park, the lights 
 of Glamorgan House shone through a few gaunt and 
 leafless trees. 
 
 For this was in 1821, and in 1821 Glamorgan 
 House was still standing. And to-night it was 
 especially in evidence, for the open gates and the 
 unwonted illumination of the garden court showed 
 plainly that some festivity was in preparation within. 
 
 Minute after minute passed, till suddenly from 
 overhead came the deep sound of the clock striking 
 the half hour. At the same instant a carriage rolled 
 into the square. The watcher had just turned his 
 back and was retreating for the fiftieth time towards 
 the doorway of the Abbey, when the vibration of 
 the chimes ceased, and the sound of the approaching 
 hoofs and wheels fell upon his ear. In a moment 
 he was back at the corner of the building, where he 
 stood motionless, with his head thrown forward like 
 a dog straining in the leash. 
 
 The carriage passed close before him, wheeled 
 off to the right, and disappeared into the court of 
 Glamorgan House. He made a quick step forward 
 as if to follow, but checked himself, and stood for a 
 moment irresolute. While he was hesitating, a party 
 of ladies muffled in opera-cloaks and shawls and 
 attended by several gentlemen, crossed the road from 
 the entrance of Dean's Yard, and took the same
 
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 direction as the carriage. The figure in the shadow 
 hesitated no longer, but followed in their wake with 
 long and resolute strides. He came up with them 
 as they reached the portico, and passed into the 
 cloak-room with the gentlemen of the party. There 
 coat and hat were laid aside, and he stood revealed 
 as an officer of the king's navy, wearing a captain's 
 epaulettes upon a very stalwart pair of shoulders. 
 
 His face was that of a quiet, self-reliant man of 
 thirty-five ; brown eyes set wide apart, lips some- 
 what full but firmly closed, a straight nose, and a 
 chin slightly rounded upwards in front, combined to 
 make up an expression of modesty and reserved 
 force. 
 
 As a matter of fact he was this evening unusu- 
 ally excited, but he had merely the look of one who 
 has made up his own mind and intends to keep it to 
 himself for the present. 
 
 Other guests were now arriving, and he passed 
 anion" the rest alon<* a corridor and across a hall to 
 the entrance of the ball-room, where the hostess and 
 her husband were stationed to receive them. 
 
 As he entered, Lord Glamorgan — a tall old man 
 with bushy eyebrows and a jovial red face — stepped 
 in front and shook him warmly by the hand. Then 
 putting a big hand upon his shoulder with a fatherly 
 air, he wheeled him forward, and himself turned to 
 face his wife. ' My dear,' he said, with a half bow, 
 ' I present to you Captain Richard Estcourt of His 
 
 Majesty's ship Well, well, Dick, which shall it 
 
 be, eh ? ' 
 
 His lordship had been a Lord of the Admiralty 
 in the last Ministry, and though now for some time 
 
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 out of office, he retained a perhaps exaggerated idea 
 of his own influence in naval affairs. 
 
 Lady Glamorgan received the young man with 
 all the graciousness for which she was deservedly 
 popular* ' Captain Estcourt,' she said, ' is slower 
 to follow an advantage on shore than at sea ; his 
 reputation has been here long before him.' 
 
 Estcourt flushed. 'I have been four years on 
 the Indian stations/ he said, ' and three before that 
 in America.' 
 
 ' You have left out Algiers,' his hostess answered, 
 with' a smile, 'but we have better memories here, 
 and shall not forget you.' 
 
 He murmured his thanks, and made way for 
 others of the company who were beginning to enter 
 the room in twos and threes. But he did not move 
 far away ; placing himself in the angle of a recess 
 opposite the doorway, he began once more to watch 
 patiently, scanning every group of guests as they 
 came in. 
 
 Since he had been almost the first in the room, 
 it seemed impossible that he should miss the person 
 for whom he was waiting ; but when the stream of 
 incomers had apparently ceased, and Lady Glamorgan 
 found time to leave the door and look at the dancing, 
 her eye fell upon him at once, still on guard in his 
 solitary corner. She came towards him immediately, 
 bent on the hostess's congenial duty of introduction. 
 
 ' Captain Estcourt,' she said, ' you are positively 
 not dancing ! a sailor too, and at a sea lord's ball ! ' 
 
 ' Pray do not trouble about me, Lady Glamorgan,' 
 he replied, ' I am in no hurry to begin.' 
 
 ' No, no ! ' she said, ' I must find you some pretty
 
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 craft at once : I have good patronage to bestow just 
 now, and you may choose between a strong ally or a 
 rich convoy, both making their first voyage.' 
 
 His grave eyes lit up with a smile in answer to 
 her playful tone. ' New ships,' he said, ' are never 
 lucky : I'd rather have one taken from the enemy.' 
 
 There was an undertone of unexpressed meaning 
 in the words : she caught it, and looked at him with 
 kindly interest. 
 
 ' If you are waiting for someone,' she said, ' of 
 course I will not trouble you : good fortune to the 
 brave ! ' and she left him glowing with mingled con- 
 fusion and gratitude. She was far too great a lady 
 to be curious, but all good women of her age are very 
 naturally interested in a young romance : and it is 
 not astonishing that she found time now and again 
 to glance in Estcourt's direction. 
 
 For a long while he did not change his position, 
 and she began to fear that he was doomed to disap- 
 pointment. But at last there was a stir near the 
 door, and she hurried forward to receive the new 
 guests. 
 
 An elderly dowager in green satin, and a gouty 
 old nobleman in a star and spectacles, hobbled in and 
 paid a brace of homely compliments. As they passed 
 on, Lady Glamorgan glanced back over her shoulder, 
 and saw to her surprise that Estcourt was coming 
 forward through the crowd with a look of relief upon 
 his face. 
 
 ' The Milbricks 1 ' she asked herself. ' What can 
 the man be thinking of 1 ' 
 
 But as he drew nearer, she saw that his eyes 
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 upon someone beyond. She turned to the door once 
 more, just in time to welcome a very different pair. 
 A gentleman with iron-grey hair and moustaches, 
 wearing a red ribbon across his plain evening dress, 
 was piloting a lady through the throng that blocked 
 the entrance, with a courtesy and adroitness that 
 conspicuously distinguished him from all around. 
 
 As for the lady, whoever looked upon her turned 
 to look again. She was fully as tall as her companion, 
 but scarcely more than half his age : her dark blue 
 eyes flashed fearlessly upon all they met, her lips 
 were red with life, and curved with the pride and 
 laughter of youth : the slight flush of her marvellous 
 complexion and the spring of her step roused the 
 beholder's pulse in sympathy with her splendid vita- 
 lity. Her dress Avas of white and gold, scarcely less 
 brilliant than herself ; round her neck and on her 
 brow were diamonds, and she wore them lightly, like 
 a queen. 
 
 ' Ah ! ' murmured the Countess to herself, as she 
 came forward, ' it is Madame de Montaut : a prize 
 taken from the enemy ! I understand, but it is a 
 bold game for so quiet a man.' 
 
 She shook hands with her guests and retreated a 
 little to watch their meeting with this audacious 
 young captain. It was evident at once that he was 
 already in favour with Colonel de Montaut at any 
 rate : the lady too, after a few moments' talk between 
 the three, accepted Estcourt's arm and continued her 
 progress down the room. 
 
 A quadrille was just ending : in another moment 
 the dancers would be dispersing two and two in all 
 directions to the seats and more secluded corners.
 
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 Estcourt led his partner across to the further door : 
 there she stopped him and turned to look at the dance. 
 Her eyes sparkled, and her foot began to beat time 
 upon the floor. 
 
 ' Splendid ! ' she cried, ' I long to be one of them 
 myself ! ' 
 
 His brow contracted slightly. ' Don't you think,' 
 he suggested a little timidly, ' that we had better 
 choose our seats before the rush comes 1 ' 
 
 ' Oh ! no, thank you,' she replied, laughing. ' I 
 shall not need a seat for a long time yet : we have 
 only just arrived. But perhaps you have been here 
 longer, and are tired of dancing already 1 ' 
 
 1 1 have been here an hour or more/ he replied, 
 ' but I have not been dancing.' 
 
 ' And pray, if I may ask, for what other purpose 
 did you come so early 1 ' 
 
 This directness confused him. ' I — I got here too 
 soon,' he said, ' and had to wait outside by the Abbey.' 
 
 ' Where, of course, you could not dance 1 ' she 
 interrupted mischievously. 
 
 ' And even then I was almost the first here,' he 
 continued, ' and — and — ' 
 
 ' And so you resolved to dance only with the latest 
 comer, by way, I suppose, of striking the balance 
 right 1 ' 
 
 He pulled himself together, and made an effort to 
 play his part in the game. 
 
 1 Balance or not,' he said earnestly, ' I resolved to 
 dance only with the latest comer, if she should be 
 Madame de Montaut.' 
 
 'And so you shall ! ' she answered merrily, as the 
 dancers broke off from their last figure and made for
 
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 the door in pairs : ' that is, as soon as these poor 
 things have rested : in the meantime let us walk in 
 the empty room till they come back.' 
 
 She took his arm once more, and her touch seemed 
 to send a tremor through him from head to foot : 
 they stepped forward into the great ballroom, hung 
 with mirrors and gaily coloured flags, and brilliant 
 with a thousand lights that threw a dazzling sheen 
 upon the broad expanse of polished floor. She talked 
 with animation, and he answered almost mechani- 
 cally : the intoxication of pride mounted to his head 
 and numbed his senses, as he made his triumphal 
 progress before the eyes of the elder ladies on the 
 dais, the long lines of dancers sitting out against the 
 walls, and the herd of solitary men standing, each 
 with folded arms, at the bottom of the room. Their 
 whispers reached him like faint incense, and he 
 scarcely knew himself for a mortal like the rest. 
 
 But now the band struck up again ; the crowd 
 returned, and he found himself floating with his 
 radiant partner through the upper heaven of perfect 
 rhythmic motion. Suddenly — as it seemed — the 
 music stopped : he mastered the swimming sensation 
 in his brain, and turned to look at her. Her eyes 
 beamed back upon his with frank sympathy. 
 
 ' Glorious ! ' she exclaimed. ' What a pity it must 
 end so soon ! ' 
 
 ' So soon ] ' he stammered in a sudden panic ; ' so 
 soon ? ' 
 
 ' We are leaving early to-night.' 
 
 ' But it is only just eleven.' 
 
 ' Then we have but half-an-hour more.' 
 
 They had left the ballroom, and were mounting
 
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 the stairs in advance of the throng. At the top a 
 tiny boudoir offered two chairs, and no more. 
 
 ' Shall we hear the music so far away 1 ' she asked 
 as they entered it. 
 
 He was pale and evidently ill at ease ; he grasped 
 at her question as at an unhoped-for opportunity. 
 
 ' I shall hear your voice,' he said nervously, ' and 
 that is all the music I desire.' 
 
 ' What 1 ' she answered, laughing, ' with my strong 
 French accent, as your people choose to call it 1 ' 
 
 She sat down in the higher and straighter of the 
 two chairs, and opened her fan. Only a low loung- 
 ing seat was left for him, and nothing could have 
 been more uncomfortable under the circumstances. 
 He fixed himself upon the extreme edge, and was 
 about to speak, when she broke in before him. 
 
 ' You don't look as much at rest as you deserve 
 to be after that famous dance.' 
 
 He was beginning an answer destined no doubt 
 to end sentimentally, when she again forestalled him. 
 
 ' You are not accustomed to the luxury of arm- 
 chairs at sea 1 ' 
 
 He saw that she did not mean to give him an 
 opening, and tried determinedly to make one for 
 himself. 
 
 ' Forgive me,' he said, disregarding her question, 
 ' but I have something to say to you.' 
 
 'And I to you,' she answered readily. 'I have 
 found the pearl you were good enough to hunt for 
 the other day. Where do you suppose it was 1 ' 
 
 'Madame de Montaut,' he said with desperate 
 irrelevancy, ' I have admired you ever since I first 
 saw you.'
 
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 ' You can hardly expect a woman to go quite so 
 far in return,' she replied with an affectation of 
 cordial simplicity ; ' but I may say truly that there 
 is no one whose step I prefer to yours. Come, the 
 next dance must be beginning, and I am eager not 
 to lose a note of it.' And she rose lightly and shut 
 her fan. 
 
 He, too, stood up but did not move towards the 
 door. 
 
 ' I am sorry,' he said ; ' but what I have to 
 offer you is more than a dance— if it be not much 
 less.' 
 
 Her quick ear caught the sincerity of his tone 
 and her look changed. 'You are right,' she said 
 with a serious grace ; ' I will hear you.' And she 
 sank with a soft rustle into the low chair, which she 
 filled with an air of easy royalty. 
 
 He remained standing ; his hands as they grasped 
 the back of the other chair were tense with nervous 
 energy, but his throat was dry and his brain con- 
 fused ; for his life he could not break from this fatal 
 dumbness and express himself. 
 
 A gleam of not unkindly merriment shone in her 
 eyes as she came to his rescue. 
 
 ' Captain Estcourt,' she said, ' you are a man 
 whose words mean at the least all they say ; since 
 then you speak of admiration, I understand you to 
 offer me — love.' 
 
 ' Love ? Devotion ! ' he exclaimed with husky 
 fervour, but stopped again and began to stammer. 
 
 1 And I suspect,' she continued, ' from your em- 
 barrassment, that you have had thoughts of asking 
 me to marry you.'
 
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 ' Oh ! it is too great a thing I know,' he broke in 
 earnestly ; ' it is out of all reason, but I do not ask 
 it, I entreat it of you.' 
 
 She raised herself a little and looked him gravely 
 in the face. 
 
 ' It is unreasonable,' she said, ' though not quite 
 in the way you mean. You had I am sure no 
 thought but to honour me, and I thank you in all 
 sincerity for your homage. But you have acted in 
 this without due consideration — ' 
 
 He would have spoken but she raised her hand 
 to check him. 
 
 ' — you did not reflect that we have not between 
 us all that should go to the making of a marriage. 
 You have a man's strength and faith, an honourable 
 name and a career of promise — it is much to bring ; 
 I have beauty, wealth, and a high spirit ; these, too, 
 perhaps are worth something ; you love me, and 
 there is, I dare be sworn, no reason why I should 
 not love you. But where in all this is the string 
 that binds the posy together — where is the guarantee 
 of our tranquil and continued friendship afterwards 1 
 I sometimes think,' she continued, ' that an intimacy 
 of a lifetime is scarcely enough to warrant such a 
 risk ; and you and I have but a yesterday's acquaint- 
 ance on which to found such perilous hopes.' 
 
 He raised his head. ' I have known you for 
 three months,' he said, ' and all that time I have 
 thought of nothing else on earth.' 
 
 ' All that time in truth,' she answered, ' but of 
 what have you been thinking in the thirty years 
 before 1 I do not know ; I have ridden and danced 
 with you, I have sung and laughed with you ; I
 
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 know your favourite actor and the minister in whom 
 you believe ; but of yourself how little ! ' 
 
 ' I am afraid there is little more to know/ he 
 said. ' I am like most other men ; but if you would 
 set my great love against my deficiencies the scales 
 might not weigh so uneven as with some.' 
 
 ' I believe sincerely,' she replied, ' that you love 
 me— as you know me — but I fear I cannot say like 
 you that I am of the common type of my sex ; my 
 beliefs, my hopes, my work in life are all singular ; 
 the very circumstances of my birth and nationality 
 are unusual, though you hear it now for the first 
 time. So, Captain Estcourt,' she continued, rising 
 to her feet, 'you see that in your haste you have 
 asked a woman to become your wife who for all that 
 you know has nothing in common with you but the 
 lighter feelings and more trivial interests of life.' 
 
 He bent his head and said nothing for a time. 
 She looked at him a little remorsefully. 
 
 ' Is it good-bye, then 1 ' he said slowly, like a man 
 awaking from sleep. 
 
 She reflected, looking downward in her turn. 
 
 ' I will grant you this,' she said, ' and remember 
 that it is no more and no less than I would do for 
 any man of honour. I will make no change for what 
 has happened to-night ; I will meet you, if chance so 
 orders it, upon the old terms ; but you shall promise 
 me one thing in return.' She paused for his assent. 
 
 ' I promise blindfold,' he said, ' for the first time 
 in my life.' 
 
 She nodded approval. ' Then I have your word,' 
 she said, ' that you too will make no change in your 
 career ; that you will follow your fortune wherever
 
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 and whenever it calls you without allowing thoughts 
 of me to hold you back.' 
 
 ' It is hard,' he said, ' for I have to-night been 
 promised an immediate command.' 
 
 ' But you have given me your word.' 
 
 She held out her hand to him as she spoke ; he 
 stooped and kissed it in silence. 
 
 ' Come,' she said, ' I hear the music beginning ; 
 this is my last dance.' 
 
 They passed down the staircase without another 
 word, and entered the ballroom once more. To 
 Estcourt the dance was even more of a dream than 
 the first one had been. To the thrilling influence of 
 her beauty and her touch there was added that re- 
 gretful consciousness of the inevitable end which 
 makes the peaceful melancholy of autumn and gives 
 the last perfection of pathos to the deep eyes of 
 passion. 
 
 If he had felt himself favoured of the gods before, 
 he was now conscious, in his exalted state, of an even 
 greater dignity — that given by the heroic endurance 
 of a great misfortune. Among the phantoms that 
 flitted around him, gibbering of their unreal joys, he 
 moved in a kind of funereal triumph, as one with 
 the grandeur of a tragic doom upon him. The whirl- 
 ing dance was the chaos of eternity, and the music 
 tilled it with exquisite sadness. 
 
 But now the measure rose sobbing to a final 
 ecstasy, and lapsed again, and died slowly away upon 
 a single note. He found himself standing by the 
 door, with the colonel's bland figure in front of him. 
 
 ' If you will pardon me,' the latter was saying, 
 ' it is time for me to take my sister-in-law home ;
 
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 unless,' he continued, with a courteous gesture, ' you 
 are free to enjoy that privilege yourself.' 
 
 Estcourt turned to his partner. 
 
 £ I could not think of it,' she said, 'but perhaps 
 Captain Estcourt will attend me while you get your 
 hat and cloak.' 
 
 He gave her his arm ; the colonel bowed and dis- 
 appeared. In three minutes she was ready, muffled 
 to the throat in furs and satin, like the moon among 
 fleecy silver-lined clouds. Estcourt took her to 
 h3r carriage, and they waited a moment for the 
 colonel. 
 
 'You have never even told me your name,' she 
 said. 
 
 ' It is Richard,' he replied ; ' they call me Dick.' 
 
 The colonel appeared in the doorway. 
 
 ' Thank you,' she said ; ' mine is Camilla. Good- 
 night ! ' 
 
 CHAPTER II 
 
 Two days after the ball Estcourt paid an afternoon 
 call at Glamorgan House. There he found a large 
 and fashionable crowd of visitors upon the same 
 errand as himself, and spent the greater part of a 
 short stay in talking to strangers. But when he 
 rose to go, Lord Glamorgan, who had been keeping 
 him in view while hobnobbing with a couple of 
 under-secretaries, crossed the room quickly and 
 caught him as he turned away from taking leave of 
 his hostess. Estcourt saw by the twinkle in his eye 
 that the genial old nobleman was in his own opinion
 
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 the bearer of good news, and he shuddered inwardly 
 at the sudden recollection of his promise so lately 
 made. 
 
 ' Dick,' said his lordship, taking him under the 
 arm and leading him towards a corner of the room, 
 1 I've been doing what little I can for you, and I 
 only wish it were more. Compton tells me that the 
 "Favourite" is almost ready for sea; she's only a 
 thirty-two, but she's the last ship to be commissioned 
 for ever so long, and I thought you'd rather be walking 
 the deck of a frigate than the pavement of White- 
 hall. You shall have a firstrate, Dick, my word 
 upon it, when there's one going ; but meantime I've 
 pitched it into their lordships pretty strong, and I 
 think you may reckon on getting the " Favourite." 
 
 Dick forced himself to return thanks in terms 
 of suitable fervour. ' This is too kind of you, Lord 
 Glamorgan,' he said, with unintentional irony. ' I 
 could really wish that you had not taken so much 
 trouble for me ; I do not know what I have done to 
 deserve it.' 
 
 ' Nonsense, my boy,' said the old man kindly, ' I 
 owe your father's son more than that, and I'll pay 
 it too if ever we get our turn again. But now,' he 
 continued, returning to a more matter of fact tone, 
 ' if I were you, as this is your last chance for the 
 present, I'd go down to the Admiralty to-morrow — 
 not too late, remember, it's Saturday — and just make 
 as it were a casual inquiry whether they've received 
 your application all in due form, or something of 
 that kind ; jog them up at the right moment, d'ye 
 see? That's it, that's it!' he concluded, shaking 
 Dick's hand, ' and if you hear any good news of our
 
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 friend Captain Estcourt, mind you come and tell us 
 at once.' 
 
 Dick escaped at last, and hurried back to his 
 lodging without any very clear idea of where he was 
 going. What was it he had promised Madame de 
 Montaut 1 He remembered but too well the very 
 words : ' You will follow your fortune wherever and 
 whenever it may call you.' The bargain was but 
 two days old, and here already with grim mockery 
 the call had come in the cheery tones of his well- 
 meaning old patron's voice. And for what price 
 had he thus sold his birthright of freewill ? For 
 permission to meet one from whom he would soon 
 be separated by a thousand miles of ocean, and per- 
 haps by the wider gulf of many years ! for a conces- 
 sion which his own pledge had rendered valueless 
 before he could reap the slightest advantage from 
 it ! If ever man entered into a one-sided bargain, 
 surely this, he bitterly felt, was one. 
 
 And yet he never thought of crying off; his 
 mind was not one given to the fine-drawn methods 
 of casuistry, and the strong simplicity of his charac- 
 ter saved him from even the temptation to limit or 
 explain away plain words once spoken. A stunned 
 sensation in the first shock, a sharp pang of regret 
 that knew itself to be unavailing, and he was once 
 more master of himself. His position, however, was 
 none the less painful for that ; immediate action 
 would have given him some slight relief, but he had 
 this additional strain to bear, that he must wait 
 until to-morrow before he could complete the sacri- 
 fice with his own hands. 
 
 He reached his solitary rooms in Bloomsbury,
 
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 and sat down to dinner. It was maddening to think 
 of her over there, close at hand in Bedford Square, 
 knowing nothing, and perhaps caring nothing, about 
 the trouble she had helped to bring upon him. 
 
 Should he give himself the vain consolation of 
 seeing her ? lie felt instinctively that it would be 
 better to deny himself until all had been done. But 
 he could sit still no longer ; he rose from table, 
 leaving half his meal untouched, and set himself to 
 think over his visit to the Admiralty next day. 
 
 He decided at once that he would not trust him- 
 self to make his inquiry by word of mouth ; he might 
 say too much or too little, or betray some noticeable 
 sign of agitation — a thought from which he always 
 shrank by nature, and never more than now. No, 
 he would write a letter and present it in person. 
 
 He began one accordingly in his steadiest and 
 most careful hand, but his frequent alterations and 
 erasures soon turned it, as he proceeded, into a rough 
 copy, for he was determined, with characteristic fair- 
 ness, to make it express exactly as much urgency as 
 he would have betrayed, under ordinary circum- 
 stances, in making such an application ; more, he did 
 not feel himself in justice bound to show, and there 
 was here no call for anything beyond strict justice, 
 since no interest of Camilla's was in question. 
 
 Her name, which he thus allowed himself as it 
 were to whisper in his thoughts, brought with it a 
 train of associations and drew him into a loner 
 reverie. 
 
 It was late when he at last roused himself to copy 
 out the letter in its final form ; that done, he threw 
 himself upon his bed, and dreamed of dancing on the 
 
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 deck of a frigate with a partner who had Camilla's 
 eyes, but spoke with Lord Glamorgan's voice, and 
 was named ' Favourite.' 
 
 Next morning he dressed himself carefully in 
 uniform and started out shortly before noon with the 
 letter in his pocket. He crossed Oxford Street and 
 made for the straight line of St. Andrew's Street and 
 St. Martin's Lane. But just before reaching the 
 latter he found himself face to face with a crowd 
 which blocked the entire width of the thoroughfare. 
 It was composed of a wild and motley collection of 
 men, women, and children, accompanied by uncouth 
 music, and fantastically adorned with bunches of 
 green ribbon, whose freshness threw into more hide- 
 ous prominence the universal squalor of their clothing 
 and appearance. 
 
 At the head of this strange procession marched, 
 in a body rather more compact than the rest, a dozen 
 or two of men, whose dress and features marked them 
 even more clearly than their companions for thorough- 
 bred Irishmen. They were apparently, in some sort, 
 under the leadership of a tall ruffian with high cheek- 
 bones, a wide mouth, 'and large side whiskers of a 
 flaming red colour, and as they came along they 
 shouted and waved their sticks wildly above their 
 heads with no apparent provocation. 
 
 The few occupants of the street fled into their 
 houses or up the neighbouring bye-ways. Estcourt 
 contented himself with drawing to one side with the 
 intention of passing along under the wall or of wait- 
 ing there until the densest part of the crowd should 
 have gone by. But his uniform made it impossible 
 for him to escape thus without notice, and the temper
 
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 of the mob being at the moment highly aggressive, 
 they deliberately blocked his path. 
 
 At first he was rather amused than apprehensive, 
 and addressed them in a tone of good-humoured 
 remonstrance. 
 
 ' Come, lads,' he said, ' let me pass ; I'm on busi- 
 ness, and have no time to spare,' and he pushed boldly 
 forward. The crowd swayed about, yelling and 
 hooting derisively, and with a rush of half-playful, 
 half-ferocious violence, bore him back against the 
 wall, where he stood at bay, uncertain whether to try 
 persuasion or such force as he could bring into play. 
 
 ' God save Oireland ! ' howled the leader, who 
 stood directly in front of him, and seemed to be in a 
 paroxysm of unexplained excitement ; ' God save ould 
 Oireland ! ' 
 
 ' Certainly,' said Dick promptly, hoping that he 
 saw here a chance of conciliating them ; ' with all 
 my heart,' he shouted, ' God save Ireland ! ' 
 
 The crowd cheered. 
 
 ' An' bless the Pope ! ' yelled the ruffian in com- 
 mand. 
 
 Dick smiled with an air of good-natured tolerance. 
 
 ' Oh yes ! by all means,' he returned ; ' bless the 
 Pope and all his toes ! ' 
 
 The mob cheered insanely as before, but showed 
 no disposition to tire of this game, which was begin- 
 ning to wear out Dick's patience. 
 
 ' Hurroo for the Imperor Napolyun ! ' shrieked 
 his tormentor, striking the ground with his stick and 
 capering like a maniac. 
 
 Dick shrugged his shoulders and assumed a pas- 
 sive attitude. 
 
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 ' Hurroo for th' Imperor ! ' repeated the Irishman, 
 screaming in his face. ' Say ut, ye murdherin diwle 
 of a king's orficer, say ut, or I'll tear thim goolden 
 shtraps from yer dirrty shouldhers ! ' 
 
 Dick drew himself together, clenched his fists, 
 threw back his head, and raised himself to look for 
 the thinnest part of the crowd. 
 
 At that moment a carriage and pair was quickly 
 making its way down the other side of the broad road 
 which had been left bare in part by the concentration 
 of the mob around their victim. He recognised his 
 chance, and struck for it with all his force. He was 
 not armed even with a stick, but in a flash his two 
 nearest antagonists had gone down before his fists, 
 and he was halfway to the carriage, fighting his way 
 desperately through a storm of confused blows and 
 shouts. Once he fell and rose again without his hat ; 
 a second time he was beaten to his knees in the act 
 of laying his hand upon the side of the carriage, 
 which had now stopped, and in which he was dimly 
 conscious that a lady was standing upright. 
 
 She opened the door and stepped quickly out ; 
 the crowd fell buck a little, and she began to 
 speak. 
 
 Dick scrambled to his feet, still holding on to the 
 side of the carriage, and stood looking at her in a 
 half-stunned condition of dull astonishment. Her 
 face and form were those of Camilla de Montaut, 
 but her speech and manner were strange to him and 
 produced upon his confused senses all the effect of an 
 incongruous dream. 
 
 ' Whisht bhoys ! ' she said ; ' tell me now what is't 
 ye're aftlier here 1 '
 
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 There was silence for a moment. 'It's St. Pa- 
 thrick's Day,' said a voice at last. 
 
 1 It is so,' said the lady readily, ' or why would 
 I be wearing shamrock ? ' and she took a small 
 bunch of green leaves from her dress and held them 
 up. 
 
 1 But that's no reason at all,' she went on viva- 
 ciously, 'why ye should be afther murdherin me 
 frens, and me the daughther of Anthony Donoghue. 
 
 The crowd showed a tendency to shuffle back and 
 get behind one another. A ragged youth, who found 
 himself left without support in the front rank, took 
 off his cap respectfully. 
 
 'Shure, 'twas none of us at all, me leddy,' he 
 said ; ' 'twas only Tim O'Halloran that ast would his 
 honour be plazed to say hurroo for the Imperor, and 
 he would not.' 
 
 ' Would he not ? ' said the lady, with an irresist- 
 ible air of drollery, ' thin it's mesilf that'll do ut for 
 'um. Hurroo for the Emperor ! ' she cried heartily, 
 ' and whin he comes back to his own may I be there 
 to give him the cead millia falta ! ' 
 
 She turned to Dick, pointed to the open door of 
 the carriage, and jumped in behind him. The mob 
 were cheering wildly all around ; one or two of the 
 nearest of them were taking the opportunity to beg 
 a trifle of her ladyship. 
 
 ' Drive on ! ' she cried to the coachman, and in a 
 moment they were whirling southwards down St. 
 Martin's Lane in safety. 
 
 Dick, without knowing quite why he did so, had 
 placed himself on the back seat of the carriage, and 
 now sat looking at his companion. Yes, beyond
 
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 doubt it was Camilla herself, and when she spoke to 
 him it was this time in her own familiar tones. 
 
 ' I am afraid I was just too late,' she said ; ' you 
 are hurt.' 
 
 ' It is nothing,' he said slowly. He was holding 
 his hat, which someone had thrust into his hand as 
 they drove off ; he put it on his head and winced a 
 little involuntarily. Camilla saw that he was 
 hardly yet himself, and wondered what to do. 
 
 ' Where can I take you 1 ' she asked quickly. 
 
 ' Whitehall,' he replied with an effort ; his head 
 dropped back against the cushion, and his eyes 
 closed. 
 
 She hesitated a moment ; her glance fell upon 
 the corner of a letter projecting from the pocket of 
 his torn and dusty uniform ; that might give her his 
 address ; she leaned forward and took it gently out. 
 The address was, ' William Cavendish, Esquire, 
 The Admiralty, Whitehall ; ' the seal was unbroken. 
 
 The truth broke in upon her instantly ; she 
 called to the coachman, and the carriage stopped. 
 
 1 Home ! ' she cried imperatively ; the horses were 
 wheeled round. ' Drive fast ! ' she added, and they 
 quickened their pace. 
 
 In a few minutes they stopped in front of number 
 twenty-three, Bedford Square ; Dick opened his eyes. 
 
 ' Are we there ? ' he asked ; ' I have a letter ' 
 
 'Yes,' she said gently, 'I know; it shall be 
 delivered at once, but now you must come in with 
 me.' 
 
 He obeyed, moving slowly and with pain ; she 
 did not offer him help from herself or her servants, 
 for which he was dimly grateful. In the hall stood
 
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 the colonel, bland as ever, and looking as if he saw 
 nothing unusual in Dick's appearance or costume. 
 Camilla hastily explained the case, Dick standing 
 by silently the while, giving his whole attention to 
 controlling any expression of the pain in his head, 
 which was becoming more and more severe. 
 
 • Perhaps,' said the colonel, ' Captain Estcourt 
 will do me the honour of making use of my room in 
 which to rest from the fatigue of his gallant struggle 
 against superior numbers 1 ' 
 
 Dick followed him upstairs, but stopped short at 
 the top of the first flight. 
 
 1 1 have a letter to deliver,' he repeated in a tone 
 of helpless obstinacy ; ' it will be too late.' 
 
 ' If you will entrust it to me,' replied the colonel, 
 ' I will send it directly ; the carriage is still at the 
 door.' 
 
 They reached a room upon the floor above, where 
 M. de Montaut left his guest in charge of a valet 
 and returned downstairs with the letter in his hand. 
 At the drawing-room door he found Camilla waiting 
 
 for him. 
 
 'You would be doing me a favour,' she said, 'by 
 taking that letter yourself to its address.' 
 
 He looked at her as if he were about to ask a 
 question, but apparently changed his mind, and 
 bowed instead. 
 
 ' Your wish is in itself a reason more than suffi- 
 cient,' he said, as though half in answer to his own 
 thought; and he went on down to the front door, 
 and stepped into the carriage with something like a 
 crafty smile upon his handsome face. 
 
 A quarter of an hour after his departure Dick
 
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 made his appearance in the drawing-room, where he 
 found Camilla alone. At first she was surprised and 
 pleased to see him looking so little the' worse for his 
 injuries; but she soon perceived by the nervous ex- 
 citement of his manner and the brightness of his 
 eyes that he was by no means out of the wood yet. 
 He expressed his gratitude for her timely rescue, and 
 his admiration of the skill and courage with which 
 she had brought under control so excited and dis- 
 orderly a crowd. She laughed and put the matter 
 lightly on one side. 
 
 He was curious to question her about the oppor- 
 tune and most bewildering knowledge she had shown 
 of Irish methods of speech and argument, but it was 
 a personal topic upon which he hesitated to enter 
 without more encouragement than she had hitherto 
 given him. Still, he was manoeuvring to introduce 
 it when the sound of the returning carriage wheels 
 was heard outside. 
 
 Camilla rose and went to the window. Dick's 
 heart began to thump, and he clenched his hands 
 upon the velvet arms of the chair in wliich he was 
 sitting. 
 
 ' It is my brother-in-law come back,' she said in 
 a tone of perfectly counterfeited unconcern. 
 
 Dick looked fixedly at her ; in his eyes were dumb 
 reproach and the sadness of an unspoken farewell ; 
 about his mouth gathered the lines of resolution, 
 and, for a moment, the curve of bitterness. 
 
 She flushed, and all her manner changed in an 
 instant. 'Don't misunderstand me,' she cried im- 
 pulsively. ' I know what you have done, and loyalty 
 can never fail of sympathy from me ! '
 
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 The colonel's step was heard ascending the stairs ; 
 she saw Dick stiffen himself to bear the news of his 
 unwelcome fortune, and felt, with a quick sense of 
 surprise at her own weakness, that she was too much 
 interested to stay and see him face the ordeal. She 
 made some incoherent excuse, and as the door opened 
 she passed the colonel hurriedly and ran towards her 
 own room breathless and confused. But she was 
 stayed in mid-course by a cry from M. de Montaut 
 and the sound of a bell ringing violently downstairs. 
 She turned half round ; the colonel came out on to 
 the stairs. 
 
 'I regret to say,' he began with exasperating 
 politeness and deliberation, ' that disappointment at 
 the news of which I was the unwilling bearer has 
 prostrated our gallant friend with an attack of 
 fever. What professional enthusiasm ! ' he continued 
 with a half smile. ' One may doubt whether my 
 lords have this time favoured the better man.' 
 
 She looked as if two might doubt that, but an- 
 swered nothing, and the colonel returned to his 
 patient. 
 
 CHAPTER III 
 
 The surgeon who was called in without delay to 
 attend to Dick's injuries pronounced them to be 
 slight in themselves, but for the feverish condition 
 to which they had given rise he prescribed immediate 
 rest and quiet. He looked a little doubtfully at each 
 of his listeners in turn as he said this. 
 
 ' You mean,' inquired Camilla, ' that he must not 
 be moved for the present 1 '
 
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 'Well,' was the reply, 'of course it might be 
 managed, but it is a risk, and if you could, without 
 too much inconvenience, keep him for a couple of 
 nights at any rate ' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' cried the colonel interrupting, ' do not 
 think twice about it ; convenience is nothing in a 
 case of urgency, and Captain Estcourt is a valued 
 friend of ours.' 
 
 The surgeon looked relieved, and went away 
 promising to return the same evening. 
 
 Camilla for herself approved the arrangement 
 made by her brother-in-law, but she was at the same 
 time surprised at it. He had not only spoken of 
 Dick, with whom he was in no way intimate, as ' a 
 valued friend ' — that was, perhaps, only a piece of 
 his habitual politeness — but he had also readily 
 entered into a plan which did in fact involve a con- 
 siderable inconvenience, and this was by no means so 
 usual a thing with him. At least, he always had a 
 personal motive for such acts, and she was at a loss 
 to see an adequate one here. For the difficulty which 
 he had thus brought upon himself was no slight one. 
 The patient had been taken from the drawing-room 
 into a spare room adjoining it on the same floor, 
 and separated from it only by a partition wall of 
 slight construction, through which the sound of con- 
 versation was by no means inaudible. Now, it 
 happened by ill-fortune that on this very evening 
 matters were to be spoken of in that drawing-room 
 which must not be overheard by any living ear. 
 The meeting was one which could not be postponed, 
 and no other room in the house was suitable for 
 it, for it was to be in appearance a merely social
 
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 Catherine:. And all this the colonel knew as well as 
 she did. 
 
 As they sat at dinner she alluded to the question 
 while the servants were absent from the room. 
 
 ' Yes/ replied M. de Montaut, ' it is unfortunate, 
 but it would be inhuman to move our poor friend ; 
 his safety may depend on his remaining quiet.' 
 
 1 On his remaining quiet ! ' said Camilla. ' Our 
 safety will certainly depend on that if he does over- 
 hear us.' 
 
 ' Eh bien, then we will remain quiet.' 
 
 ' It will be his duty to inform against us,' she 
 replied. 
 
 1 As an officer, true,' said her companion coolly, 
 ' but on this occasion the gallant captain will not 
 fulfil that duty, for he has another more imperative.' 
 
 She looked at him in doubt. 
 
 ' The duty, I mean, of a loyal chevalier.' 
 
 ' I know him better ! ' was the exclamation on 
 her lips, but she checked it, and hesitated for an 
 answer. 
 
 The colonel saw by her evident trouble that she 
 believed sufficiently in the strength of Dick's feeling 
 for her to be sure that the struggle in his mind 
 between duty and affection — if it ever occurred — 
 would be a severe one. This was all he wished to 
 know for the present, and he made haste accordingly 
 to reassure her. 
 
 ' In reality,' he said, ' we need fear no such com- 
 plication. I have just recollected that the doctor said 
 he intended to give his patient a composing draught 
 at an early hour this evening, so that he will hear no 
 treason after all.'
 
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 ' You are sure ? ' she asked ; ' sure, I mean, that 
 he will give it, and that it will be effectual 1 ' 
 
 ' I will see to it myself if you wish,' he replied, 
 1 but I am surprised to find you so apprehensive for 
 our security. You used to think no risk too great 
 to run for the good cause.' 
 
 ' In that,' she said hotly, ' I shall never change ; it 
 is not I that am lukewarm, as you will see to-night ! ' 
 
 He bowed and rose from the table to open the 
 door for her. Before they had been in the drawing- 
 room half an hour the surgeon returned. He brought 
 with him the sleeping draught. 
 
 ' That is a good idea of yours,' said Camilla as he 
 produced it. 
 
 ' To Colonel de Montaut belongs the credit of 
 suggesting it,' was the reply. 
 
 ' Really 1 ' she said ; ' I should not have suspected 
 that.' 
 
 The colonel looked a little confused. Camilla 
 had recognised by this time that he had entrapped 
 her before ; his object in so doing was not clear to 
 her ; but, at any rate, she had now given him a 
 reminder that she, too, could play at the game of 
 conversational ambush. 
 
 The two men went into Dick's room to administer 
 the potion. That done, the colonel got rid of the 
 surgeon immediately under pretence of anxiety not 
 to get the patient into a wakeful condition. Of this 
 there was no fear in reality, for Dick was already 
 inclined for sleep, and showed every disposition to 
 spend a long and undisturbed night ; but M. de 
 Montaut doubtless had other equally good reasons 
 for wishing to clear the house of a stranger's presence.
 
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 Within five minutes of the doctor's departure 
 the bell rang twice in rapid succession, and three 
 gentlemen were ushered into the drawing-room, 
 where Madame de Montaut was waiting to receive 
 them. A conversation on the most general subjects 
 at once began, but there was an air of expectation in 
 the manner of all, and when the colonel entered 
 everyone turned to him as though with an unspoken 
 inquiry. 
 
 He greeted the two new comers, and turned to 
 Madame de Montaut. ' I think we may begin now,' 
 he said. 
 
 She looked at him and raised her eyebrows inter- 
 rogatively. He nodded to signify that Dick was fast 
 asleep, and sat down at a small table, laying a bundle 
 of papers upon it. 
 
 'My friends,' he said, 'I have summoned you 
 to-night to propose a fresh attempt.' 
 
 He looked at the faces around him, and observed 
 that Camilla was similarly occupied. His hearers 
 showed by their looks that they perfectly understood 
 his meaning, but were either reserved or unenthu- 
 siastic in the matter. 
 
 ' M. Carnac,' he continued, with grave politeness, 
 bowing to the elderly gentleman who sat nearest to 
 him, ' it is from you that we have learned to expect 
 a critical judgment. Are you not of opinion that 
 the time has come for renewed activity 1 ' 
 
 ' It has come again and again,' replied the person 
 addressed, ' but always without result.' 
 
 'No doubt,' said the colonel, 'but that has been 
 solely due to a want of forethought and energy which 
 must not occur again.'
 
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 c Yes, indeed ! ' exclaimed a short gentleman with 
 a beard, who was evidently an Englishman ; ' there 
 have been good enough plans laid, but no one fit to 
 be trusted with their execution.' 
 
 The third of the visitors turned upon the speaker. 
 
 ' You will pardon me,' he said with some acri- 
 mony, ' if I differ entirely ; it is, in my opinion, the 
 stay-at-homes who are to blame, in devising im- 
 possible methods of which they take the credit and 
 others the danger ! ' 
 
 ' Gentlemen,' said the colonel in a soothing tone, 
 ' you are both right, but you both speak only accord- 
 ing to your own experience. You, Mr. Holmes, 
 deserved success, but your subordinates failed you. 
 You, M. le Comte, followed your instructions with a 
 courage and loyalty which would have secured a 
 triumph if your directors had not made a cruel mis- 
 take in their calculations. These two fatal forms of 
 error must be avoided ; we must think and act with 
 equal certainty, and all will be well.' 
 
 Mr. Holmes shook his head in sulky silence. The 
 Comte de Rabodanges exclaimed fiercely, ' It is too 
 much to expect ; the cat does not offer her paw a 
 second time ! ' 
 
 During this altercation Camilla had sat silent, 
 but with growing impatience ; her eyes flashed, and 
 her cheeks were fiery red. The colonel, always ready 
 to turn the force of others to account for his own 
 purpose, hastened to give the final impulse to her 
 pent-up indignation. He looked at her, and raised 
 his shoulders and eyebrows in a gesture of resig- 
 nation. 
 
 ' You ! ' she cried ; ' you, too, despair at the
 
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 eleventh hour ? "What do these doubts and recrimi- 
 nations mean 1 Do none of you any more remember 
 the greatness of the cause you serve 1 Have you 
 begun to forget the Emperor 1 ' 
 
 As the lightning of this word flashed upon them 
 her hearers started violently. 
 
 ' Ah ! ' she went on with quickening breath, 
 ' there is magic in the name ! It is perhaps because 
 you whisper it so seldom that it has ceased of late to 
 stir you : let us be bolder in speech and braver in 
 action ! ' 
 
 ' Madame,' replied M. Carnac deprecatingly, and 
 with a bow of genuine admiration, ' your enthusiasm 
 is heroic, but it is not prudent : the boldness that 
 you preach is likely to bring discomfiture upon us 
 all.' 
 
 ' Discomfiture ! ' she cried with ringing scorn. 
 1 What, then, does the timidity you practise bring 
 upon the Emperor 1 Are we to preserve our own 
 freedom at the price of his captivity, and amid the 
 luxury of a great capital to shut our eyes to the 
 misery of his exile on a lonely rock unfit for human 
 habitation 1 ' There was an awkward silence : after 
 a moment's pause she went on again in a more plead- 
 ing tone. 
 
 ' Let us for an instant look back,' she said 
 earnestly, ' upon the splendour of his past career, 
 and then consider to what the rancour of his 
 enemies has brought him. The man of action, for 
 whose deeds Europe was not wide enough, confined 
 within a circuit of a dozen miles ! The man of 
 genius refused even the companionship of his best- 
 loved books ! The commander of armies with but a
 
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 pair of lackeys at his call ; the maker and clethroner 
 of kings denied his royal title ! Do you not know,' 
 she cried, and her voice rang deep again with anger, 
 ' do you not know that his house is but a mouldering 
 gaol, and his allowance a prisoner's pittance 1 Him- 
 self the most magnificently generous of men, he has 
 been driven by sordid necessity to melt his plate : 
 he suffers in health, he is in danger : he — just 
 Heaven ! — from the inspiration of whose life we 
 drew the spirit that animates our own ! ' 
 
 ' Well spoken ! ' cried the colonel, skilfully fol- 
 lowing up the advantage she had gained for him. 
 ' Well spoken ! and all that we then had shall soon 
 be ours again : is it not worth one more effort, my 
 friends ? ' 
 
 'It is indeed,' murmured M. Carnac with a sigh : 
 the Comte de Rabodanges grumbled, ' If only it were 
 the last ' : Mr. Holmes settled himself in his chair. 
 ' Well,' he said bluntly, ' let's hear your plan, if 
 you've got one.' 
 
 The colonel untied his bundle of papers and 
 spread them out upon the table in front of him. 
 
 ' You will not have failed to observe,' he began, 
 ' that our past attempts — now five in number — have 
 all practically owed their failure to one and the same 
 cause. We have not hitherto recognised which is 
 the stronger and which the weaker of the two bar- 
 riers that confine the object of our devotion. Be- 
 cause there are but two cruiser's guarding the sea- 
 board of St. Helena, while a continuous cordon of 
 armed sentinels is posted around Longwood House, 
 another at the confines of the domain, and yet a 
 third along the coast, we have made the mistake of
 
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 supposing that our chief difficulties would meet us on 
 land. But experience has shown that by relying on 
 the corruption of servants and the stupidity of sen- 
 tries the path to the shore can always be made 
 smooth. The really insurmountable obstacle has 
 hitherto been the vigilance of the English men-of- 
 war. They are, as you know, warned of the ap- 
 proach of a vessel by signal from the look-out on the 
 peak, which has a prospect of over twenty leagues. 
 Cruising one to windward, one to leeward, they allow 
 no ship to enter the roads without being searched, 
 no one to land without permission from the admiral : 
 and even after dark their guard-boats, pulling round 
 the island all night, prevent any communication with 
 the shore. 
 
 1 A prisoner, then, who has gained the landing- 
 stage, is none the less a prisoner still, for he can by 
 no possibility succeed in passing over the half league 
 of water which separates him from the vessel waiting 
 to bear him away to freedom.' 
 
 M. Carnac sighed again. ' It's quite true,' said 
 Mr. Holmes ; ' I found that out myself.' 
 
 'Say rather that you sent others to risk their 
 necks in finding it out for you,' growled the 
 count. 
 
 The colonel hastened to divert their attention 
 from each other. 'Fortunately,' he continued, 'an 
 inspiration came to me.' 
 
 Camilla glanced quickly up in astonishment : and 
 he went on more rapidly, as if to retrieve a false 
 step. ' An inspiration from a source not unknown to 
 you. Madame de Montaut, who has spoken with so 
 much eloquence to-night, was in fact the first to sug- 
 
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 34 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 gest that it might be possible to pass under that 
 which we could not pass over.' 
 
 The three visitors stared and were dumb : Camilla 
 looked anxiously at their faces to gather their pro- 
 bable opinion. 
 
 ' Yes,' said the colonel, ' a submarine boat is what 
 is needed, and if the idea was another's, I may at 
 least claim that the execution of it has been mine.' 
 
 1 Execution ? ' asked Holmes with transparent 
 jealousy. ' What do you mean ? The thing's imprac- 
 ticable ! ' 
 
 ' Oh ! it is a poor machine ' said the colonel with 
 great deference, 'and not in any way one such as 
 you, Mr. Holmes, would have been able to design, 
 but I think it will serve its purpose, and that is 
 enough.' 
 
 M. Carnac shook his head. ' I hope it may,' he 
 said despondently. 
 
 ' This,' said the colonel, unfolding a drawing and 
 holding it up, ' is a sketch of the boat. It is eight 
 feet wide, seven deep, and sixty-five long, and is 
 made in a number of separate parts, each capable of 
 being concealed in a hogshead cask. The whole can 
 be put together in two hours.' 
 
 ' Good ! ' cried the count, with a side glance at 
 Holmes. ' Most ingenious ! And how do you pro- 
 pose to use it ? ' 
 
 ' Only as an auxiliary of course,' replied M. de 
 Montaut, ' for its effective range is very limited. It 
 is sunk by admitting water into tanks at the two 
 ends, and raised by pumping it out again. The pro- 
 pelling power consists of two broad paddles worked 
 from inside by hand, and moving much like the fins
 
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 of a fish. The shape of the boat, as you see, is not 
 unlike that of an ordinary canal barge, with water- 
 tight ends, and with the central space covered in by 
 an oblong erection, having panes of glass in the front 
 and sides for purposes of steering, and at the top a 
 hatch or trap-door for ingress and egress.' 
 
 'It will be very laborious to work,' said the 
 count. 
 
 ' Precisely,' replied the colonel, ' and I propose 
 therefore to use it only as far as it is absolutely 
 necessary. My idea is this. A merchant vessel will 
 arrive off Jamestown, St. Helena, on a day already 
 appointed, and will obtain permission to anchor in 
 the roads, but of course outside the circle patrolled 
 by the guard boats. As soon as it is dark the sub- 
 marine boat will be fitted together and launched 
 under the charge of a skilled and resolute seaman. 
 He will make the passage to and from the shore under 
 water, and when once he has brought the Emperor 
 on board our vessel, the submarine boat may be sunk 
 and abandoned, and we can make sail for Europe 
 without a moment's delay.' 
 
 His hearers were gazing at the drawing in silence : 
 
 the colonel's plan sounded well reasoned enough and 
 
 more feasible than some of those which had been 
 
 actually tried in practice, but they could scarcely 
 
 bring themselves to believe that it was put forward 
 
 in all seriousness. The idea of a submarine vessel, 
 
 which has since gained such universal attention, was 
 
 at this date, if not absolutely unthought of, at any 
 
 rate confined to one or two minds, and Camilla and 
 
 her brother-in-law deserved credit for the originality 
 
 and courage of their proposal. But their associates 
 
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 36 Taken fkom the Enemy 
 
 declined, each from a different feeling, to commit 
 themselves to more than an intellectual approval. 
 
 M. Carnac was an old man, and constitutionally 
 timid : the novelty of the idea was alone sufficient to 
 startle him. 
 
 Mr. Holmes was the Emperor's accredited agent 
 in England, and could not brook that another should 
 take the lead in so important a matter. 
 
 The count was the boldest and most energetic of 
 the three, and the one most attracted by the scheme, 
 but he knew little or nothing of the sea, and was 
 besides already under suspicion on account of a pre- 
 vious abortive attempt. In the event of another 
 failure he would undoubtedly suffer the extreme 
 penalty at the hands of his enemies. 
 
 The colonel, who knew them all, had no difficulty 
 in reading their intentions — or at any rate their in- 
 clinations — upon their faces, but he was not with- 
 out hope of gaining from them what measure of 
 support was absolutely necessary to his plan. 
 
 ' I am both flattered and strengthened,' he said, 
 addressing them all, ' by your kind approval, the 
 more so as our share in originating this scheme is 
 but small compared with the assistance which I hope 
 to receive from you, who will thus earn the larger 
 part of the glory and rewards which attend success. 
 
 ' From Mr. Holmes, to whose honour and judg- 
 ment have been committed the vast funds of the 
 Imperial House, I shall hope to receive a grant of a 
 sum of money to defray the expense of the expedi- 
 tion, which, however large, will be inconsiderable 
 when weighed against the magnitude of the result. 
 
 ' M. le Comte, who has been endowed by nature
 
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 with the strength and courage of a hero, will, I trust, 
 think those qualities worthily employed in the ser- 
 vice of one who appreciates them so highly. I look 
 to him to work the submarine boat, which will be 
 famous in history, and in which he will receive the 
 first greeting from the Emperor in freedom. 
 
 ' From you, monsieur,' he continued, turning to 
 M. Carnac, who was awaiting his turn in visible 
 trepidation, 'I shall ask a less dangerous but not less 
 difficult service. Our pretended merchant vessel 
 must be commanded by a captain of first-rate ability 
 in seamanship, and of tact and resource sufficient to 
 enable him to satisfy the inquisitions of the British 
 officer who will board the ship in the usual course on 
 her arrival. You alone of us have still free access 
 to France : you will, I am sure, find us such an 
 officer among the neglected marine of the empire.' 
 
 He had hoped to lessen the risk of refusal by 
 asking them in this way for a simultaneous assent to 
 his requests, but an embarrassing silence followed 
 his appeal. 
 
 Camilla flushed angrily, and he hastened to anti- 
 cipate her. 
 
 'Well, Mr. Holmes,' he said, ' may I rely on you 
 then for my little million ? ' 
 
 •No, you may not,' returned Holmes rudely. 
 1 It's out of the question.' 
 
 M. de Montaut persevered with patient suavity. 
 ' I understand,' he said, 'you have many calls upon 
 you : we can perhaps supply a part from other 
 sources. How much then is the most you can give 
 
 ' Nothing for the present,' was the reply ; ' pos-
 
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 sibly next year I may have some small sum to 
 spare.' 
 
 ' Next year ! ' cried Camilla, rising to her feet and 
 looking superbly clown upon the little agent. ' Before 
 next year you will have lost your place : the Em- 
 peror leaves St. Helena on the fifth of May ! ' and 
 she turned her back upon him. 
 
 The colonel looked at the other two : he saw 
 that the count was wavering, and to give him time 
 he turned to M. Carnac next. 
 
 ( My dear friend,' said the latter, ' you have alto- 
 gether mistaken my position. I dare not return to 
 France upon such an errand. I know none of the 
 Imperial Marine, and your scheme, however inge- 
 nious, appears to my mind too unreasonably auda- 
 cious for me to recommend anyone to embark upon 
 it.' 
 
 1 1 am of the same opinion as M. Carnac,' added 
 the count, hesitating no longer. ' I would dare any- 
 thing in reason, but this is a forlorn hope.' 
 
 ' Then, gentlemen,' broke in Camilla with a com- 
 manding gesture of dismissal, ' we have but to thank 
 you for your attendance this evening, and to absolve 
 you for the future. As for this paltry million,' she 
 added, turning to her brother-in-law, ' I will see to 
 that. You shall find our captain, and the active 
 service we will take upon ourselves if all the world 
 turn craven ! ' 
 
 So saying, she crossed the room and went out 
 with a sweep of fine disdain. 
 
 The colonel, who recognised more clearly that 
 his enterprise and all concerned in it were at the 
 mercy of those to whom he had committed his secret,
 
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 remained behind to soothe the trampled feelings of 
 the three discomfited gentlemen. 
 
 This he succeeded in doing, and they parted from 
 him with a show of mutual goodwill. 
 
 Outside the street door they stood for a moment 
 in conversation before separating. 
 
 ' I fear,' said M. Carnac, shaking his head tremu- 
 lously, ' that this attempt will end in ruin.' 
 
 ' Pooh ! ' said Holmes, turning to go. ' It's wild ; 
 a woman's scheme all over ! ' 
 
 ' At any rate,' replied the count emphatically, 
 1 it's not a coward's ! ' and he departed in the oppo- 
 site direction. 
 
 CHAPTER IV 
 
 When Dick awoke next morning the febrifuge had 
 done its work and he was himself again, little the 
 worse for a pair of stiff shoulders and a few cuts 
 upon the head. 
 
 The surgeon — a wiry, sharp-eyed little man, of 
 half his stalwart patient's weight — rallied him upon 
 his sensitiveness to pain in a tone of irony which 
 brought the blood hotly back into his cheeks, and 
 gave them once more the bronzed glow of health. 
 Dick would have given much to be able to explain 
 the true cause of his agitated condition on the pre- 
 vious afternoon, but even his business at the Ad- 
 miralty and its result seemed a futile reason to offer 
 for such weakness, especially to an inquisitor whose 
 eyes were already twinkling with a suspicion of the 
 truth behind.
 
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 So he turned the conversation by asking whether 
 he might go to his own rooms to-day. 
 
 ' Oh, yes, I daresay you might,' was the reply ; 
 ' but why hurry ? You're comfortable here, aren't 
 you V 
 
 ' Hm — m, pretty well,' said Dick with transparent 
 affectation. 
 
 ' Well, well,' said the little man, ' poor Madame 
 de Montaut did her best, you know. But you may 
 go,' he continued, making for the door with a hu- 
 morous pretence of bodily fear; ' you may go to-day, 
 but don't get overheated, and don't be out after 
 sunset. Good-bye ! ' and he fled chuckling. 
 
 Dick was left laughing and swearing to himself. 
 ' Confound it ! Why am I so simple ? Every casual 
 stranger can sail round and round me and stare into 
 my galley windows ! ' But he was only half dis- 
 pleased ; this little bout had warmed him after all, 
 and he felt the sanguine current of hope and active 
 thought running through his brain like a mill race in 
 the spring sunlight. He had escaped the dreaded 
 good fortune that had threatened him with imme- 
 diate banishment, and he had begun to find his 
 bargain with Camilla even more profitable than he 
 could have ventured to expect when he made it. 
 
 He had caught a glimpse of her in a new and 
 mysterious light, and his conduct had won her 
 approval. During the few hours that remained to 
 him it would be hard if he did not contrive to learn 
 more of her past history, and thus add another strand 
 to that bond of intimacy in which alone she had de- 
 clared herself willing to trust. This was a compara- 
 tively hopeful prospect, and he hummed cheerily as
 
 Taken from the Enemy 41 
 
 he moved about the room in dressing. That opera- 
 tion was rendered somewhat slow by his bruised and 
 stiff condition. Before he had finished it a servant 
 appeared with a tray and a message. The former 
 contained an appetising but not very substantial 
 meal ; the latter was to the effect that Madame and 
 M. de Montaut had gone out, but would be back 
 early in the afternoon, and hoped to have the plea- 
 sure of his company at dinner. 
 
 Dick found both meal and message tantalising ; 
 the one was supplemented at his request, but as to 
 the other he could do nothing but wait with what 
 patience he had, and he soon found his stock of that 
 entirely insufficient. 
 
 It was not until close upon three o'clock that 
 Camilla returned. However, when she did come, 
 she came alone, and that was a consolation worth 
 waiting for. She joined Dick in the morning-room 
 downstairs, and settled herself by the fire with per- 
 fect ease of manner. He felt that his confidence 
 might forsake him if he waited, and after he had 
 replied to her inquiries he took a plunge at once. 
 
 ' Are you really Irish, and not French at all ? ' he 
 asked. 
 
 1 Irish by birth,' she replied ; ' French by breed- 
 ing and adoption. Oh, it is no secret,' she went on 
 with a smile, as Dick hesitated to press his inquiry, 
 1 and I would gladly tell you all about it if I thought 
 it could interest you, but your sympathies lie, as I 
 told you, in another direction altogether.' 
 
 1 Everything interests me that concerns you ! ' 
 burst out Dick. ' I am longing to hear more.' 
 
 ' It is true that the more I tell you the more com-
 
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 pletely you will acknowledge me to be in the right,' 
 she replied, ' and that consideration would tempt a 
 woman to even greater imprudences than this.' 
 
 She laughed and looked him frankly in the face. 
 He felt that this was not an opportunity for senti- 
 ment, and caught gratefully at the camaraderie she 
 offered him instead. 
 
 ' Good ! ' he said, smiling back at her, ' then I 
 will abandon my sympathies, and own you to be 
 right ; and it shall be simply a story that you tell 
 me — if you will.' 
 
 ' Yes, but I shall claim one from you in return. 
 And now listen. — I was born,' she began, 'in the 
 year 1796, in the county of Tipperary. My mother 
 died when I was but a few weeks old. My father, 
 Anthony Donoghue, of Castle Carrol, was wrong- 
 fully suspected of being concerned in Wolfe Tone's 
 conspiracy, and when the Rebellion broke out in 
 '97 the Orangemen were upon him like tigers. He 
 took me — a child of less than a year — upon the 
 saddle in front of him, and rode for his life. 
 
 ' He succeeded, after many narrow escapes, in 
 reaching Bantry Bay, where a number of patriots 
 under Fitzgerald and O'Connor were met to receive 
 General Hoche and the French troops which he was 
 bringing over at their invitation. My father, who 
 had previously held aloof, was now tempted to join 
 them for the sake of revenge. 
 
 ' He sent me over to France in charge of a 
 deserter's wife, to whom he was also obliged to entrust 
 the realised part of his fortune, and the jewels which 
 you have sometimes seen me wearing. She proved 
 worthy of his confidence, and when he came to Paris
 
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 after the final collapse of the rebellion, he found both 
 his daughter and his diamonds safe in the house of 
 General Bonaparte himself, to whose protection I had 
 been commended by a letter from Hoche. 
 
 ' " Ah ! " said Napoleon, when my father went to 
 thank him, "here comes Metabus in search of his 
 little Camilla." It appears that there is a story in 
 Virgil of a warrior pursued by his enemies, and en- 
 cumbered by the burden of an infant daughter named 
 Camilla. Stopped in his flight by a rapid stream, he 
 binds the child to his spear, and with a prayer to 
 Diana, hurls her across, and himself swims the flood, 
 to find her safe and sound upon the further side. 
 In gratitude he vows her to the lifelong service of 
 the goddess who has answered his prayer. It was to 
 this adventure then — which our own so much re- 
 sembled — that Nopoleon was referring* 
 
 ' My father, who had all the wit of his race, took 
 up the allusion at once. " From this moment," he 
 said, "she shall be called Camilla, and I dedicate her 
 to the great protector who has saved us." 
 
 ' Napoleon was pleased with the readiness of the 
 reply, and took him into high favour : he afterwards 
 gave him a high command in the Irish Brigade, and 
 heaped him with rewards. He remembered me too, 
 and after my father's death he married me to M. de 
 Montaut, a gentleman of an ancient and wealthy 
 house, and entirely devoted to the Emperor, in whose 
 service he met an honourable death in 1814. I was 
 but eighteen then, and I have been an exile ever 
 since, for neither my brother-in-law nor I have 
 stooped to make our peace with the Bourbons. 
 
 ' I have never cared to revisit Ireland, for I am in
 
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 habit and feeling a Frenchwoman : but there were 
 many of my countrymen in Paris, and I picked up 
 from them the trick of the tongue which astonished 
 you so much yesterday.' 
 
 'No, no,' said Dick, 'that's not at all what it 
 was : it was your wit and presence of mind ' 
 
 ' That took you by surprise, you mean 1 ' she 
 said quickly ; and then, after laughing at his confu- 
 sion, ' but now it's your turn to give me something 
 to wonder at.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' he said, ' there's nothing in my life to 
 make a story of. Why, I went to sea when I was 
 twelve.' 
 
 ' But that's a romance in itself,' she said. 
 
 Dick blushed, perhaps from embarrassment, per- 
 haps also with pleasure, for he was anxious to be less 
 of a stranger to her, and nattered at her appearance 
 of interest. So of course he became foolish, and pro- 
 crastinated. 
 
 'I'm sure there's nothing you'd care to hear,' he 
 said, hoping for the encouragement of a contradic- 
 tion. 
 
 'Why that's how I began,' she replied. 'If you 
 steal my forms of speech I shall take yours and 
 answer, as you did just now, that it is not a matter 
 of personal interest at all, but a mere story of adven- 
 ture that's in question.' 
 
 ' I'm certain I did not say that,' he answered. ' I 
 mean, I beg your pardon, but I couldn't have said 
 anything so rude.' 
 
 ' So [rude as what I have just said to you % ' she 
 asked, with a mischievous pretence of innocence. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' he groaned, ' I'm no good with words. I
 
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 can't handle them ! ' and he made a sudden gesture 
 as if to grasp a more downright kind of weapon. 
 
 The action, and the flush which accompanied it, 
 became him well, and she glanced up at him with 
 secret approval. He had, in fact, gained, not lost 
 ground, but in his confusion he did not suspect the 
 fact, and was more troubled than ever when the door 
 opened at this moment and the colonel came in. 
 
 ' I hope,' he said, bowing, ' that I do not inter- 
 rupt 1 ' 
 
 Camilla was grave again in an instant, and Dick 
 saw with quick gratitude that however much she 
 might have been playing with him before, she had no 
 intention of putting him to shame before a third 
 person. 
 
 1 Captain Estcourt has been telling me something 
 of his life at sea,' she replied to her brother-in-law's 
 inquiry, ' and was about to give me his opinion 
 of the relative merits of the English, French, and 
 Spanish sailors. You see there is nothing that you 
 may not hear.' 
 
 ' In that case,' answered the colonel, ' I shall 
 have the pleasure of joining in the conversation. 
 Dinner is ready, and we will, if you please, Cap- 
 tain Estcourt, hear your observations at the table.' 
 
 Madame de Montaut took Dick's arm, and they 
 passed into the dining-room. 
 
 'That was kindly done,' he murmured, as they 
 went. 
 
 ' Follow it up then,' she answered, and they took 
 their seats. 
 
 ' And what in effect is your opinion,' asked the 
 colonel, ' upon this question 1 '
 
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 He had seen, but not heard, their bit of by-play, 
 and was in hopes of catching his guest tripping. 
 
 But Dick was now inspired to do his best, and 
 showed presence of mind against a merely male 
 antagonist. 
 
 ' Well, to tell the truth,' he replied coolly, ' on 
 second thoughts, I'm not entitled to criticise the 
 French or Spaniards, for I have never met either of 
 them in a general engagement.' 
 
 ' You have had the misfortune then to miss the 
 greater number of such events ? ' said the colonel. 
 
 ' I was at Copenhagen and Algiers,' said Dick, 
 ' but that's all.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' exclaimed Camilla, anxious to defeat her 
 brother-in-law's inquisitiveness, ' tell us about 
 Copenhagen : that is much better than hearing of 
 our own misfortunes.' 
 
 ' And it really is rather interesting in itself,' he 
 replied. ' At any rate that day produced upon me a 
 more vivid impression than any that I ever spent ; — 
 at sea — ' he added, rather disjointedly. 
 
 Camilla enjoyed an inward smile. ' Please go 
 on,' she begged. 
 
 ' I was a boy of fifteen then,' he said, ' a middy 
 on the 74-gun ship "Edgar." I lay awake a good 
 time the night before, thinking about home and that 
 kind of thing. When we turned out at daybreak, I 
 fell to shivering, though it was not particularly cold. 
 We all laughed and joked more than usual, we mid- 
 dies, but I remember that our teeth were chattering 
 most of the time. Some of the men seemed to take 
 it all quite naturally, but some were a bit solemn, 
 and some rather excited, like us. The senior officers
 
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 were very cool, and spoke cheerfully ; one of the 
 lieutenants, named Bradnock, had been at the Nile, 
 and the captain said something about it as he came 
 up on deck, and asked him about taking the sound- 
 ings. He answered quite easily, and we all thought 
 him a very great man to have seen such service. 
 Then at seven o'clock the signal was made for all 
 captains and masters to go on board the " Elephant," 
 Lord Nelson's flagship. They were away more than 
 an hour and a half, and we couldn't think what was 
 happening. The wind was fair, and the current 
 running pretty strong down the King's Channel. 
 The signal for action had been flying for some time, 
 and all our decks were cleared ; but we heard after- 
 wards that not one of the pilots could be found will- 
 ing to take the leading ships into such a dangerous 
 passage. 
 
 ' At last the boats came off again ; Captain Mur- 
 ray and the master of the " Edgar " had another man 
 with them when they came on board. I never saw 
 him before or since, but I shall not forget his face 
 while I live. 
 
 ' He was short, and stood very square and sturdy 
 upon his feet ; he had jet-black hair and eyebrows, 
 and a swarthy red colour in his cheeks ; his lips were 
 pushed forward, and his eyes very fierce ; he was like 
 a man always on the point of speaking angrily, and 
 following with a blow. When we saw him looking 
 so bold and full of force, we guessed in a moment 
 what he was there for. He had volunteered when 
 all the regular pilots hung back to take the first ship 
 down. 
 
 'I remember the captain called out, "Now, gen-
 
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 tlemen, the ' Edgar ' leads ! " and we cheered. The 
 dark man went to the wheel, the master himself took 
 the lead, and went forward ; we weighed and stood 
 right out for the entrance of the King's Channel. 
 
 1 The two lieutenants, who had to stand in the 
 chains and see to the heaving of the lead, began to 
 dispute for places ; they were each claiming the lar- 
 board side, which was the one exposed to the enemy's 
 fire. The captain gave it in favour of Bradnock, and 
 he went forward, laughing. 
 
 ' We soon came within shot of the first Danish 
 ship, and she began firing single guns at us. I was 
 not tall enough to see over the hammock nettings, so 
 I held on to them and pulled myself up on my toes. 
 The enemy were nearly all hulks and batteries, and 
 looked very ugly. 
 
 ' Every time a gun went " boom ! " I felt a kind of 
 warm shock, as if I had been struck amidships, but 
 my hands were still cold and numbed. I longed des- 
 perately to hear the sound of our own guns, and felt 
 quite angry that we went on without firing a shot. 
 
 ' Then I was going towards the forecastle when I 
 heard a sudden roar and a crashing sound. It was 
 the first broadside from the " Provestein," and a good 
 many shot struck the ship all at once. 
 
 ' Bradnock spun over and fell dead in a heap across 
 the chains ; the splinters flew all round him, and 
 several men came running up. I heard Wilson, the 
 starboard lieutenant, cry out, " My turn ! " in a sharp 
 voice, and scramble on to the deck and across into 
 the other's place. 
 
 ' I felt horribly sick and dazed, and hurried away 
 blindly, without any idea where I was going. I had
 
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 got nearly to the quarter-deck, when a man ran into 
 me, and I reeled violently off into the captain him- 
 self, who had just come down the ladder. I hadn't 
 time to get my breath to apologise ; he picked me 
 up, and clapped my cap down on my head. 
 
 '"Well, young gentleman," he said, " I thought 
 you were a round shot at the least ! " 
 
 ' I was warmer for the tumble, and his kind jolly 
 voice did me no end of good. He sent me with a 
 message to the lower gun deck, and I ran off feeling 
 quite a man again. 
 
 ' As I was on the way down a tremendous ex- 
 plosion seemed to rock the whole ship ; Ave had let 
 go our anchor and opened with the larboard broad- 
 side. I felt suddenly mad with joy, my throat 
 swelled and the tears came into my eyes. When I 
 reached the lower deck the guns were being run out 
 for the second time, and I stood still to watch. The 
 roar was awful, and the smoke filled the whole place 
 so that I could scarcely see at first. The men were 
 cheering and working like demons in the dim lantern 
 light, but as only one broadside was in action, a lot 
 of them had nothing to do except now and then to 
 pick up the wounded and take their places. Some 
 of them might have been safe enough behind the 
 bits, but there was only room there for a few, and 
 no one would take an advantage over the rest. 
 
 1 It was dreadful to see them standing quietly 
 there to be killed in cold blood as it were. Half a 
 dozen dead and dying men w r ere propped up against 
 the starboard guns ; some were being carried below 
 to the surgeons. 
 
 ' I couldn't bear the sight much longer, so I slipped
 
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 quickly down the other side to speak to the captain 
 of the deck. Before I got to him a chain shot cut 
 him in two, and killed all the men at the gun next 
 
 him. 
 
 ' The heat and smoke and the smell of blood made 
 me dizzy again, so I gave my orders to the second in 
 command, and hurried back to the captain. 
 
 ' I found him telling the pilot that he might go 
 below, but the man refused, and stayed on deck 
 staring fiercely through the smoke at the enemy. I 
 saw him still there when the firing ceased, and lie 
 seemed actually sorry that the action was over. I 
 wish I could give you an idea of how his look worked 
 upon me ; I could hardly take my eyes off him, and 
 though I've really very little to judge by, as you see, 
 I feel sure I've never met his equal for desperate 
 
 courage.' 
 
 ' What was his name 1 ' asked Camilla, who had 
 been listening breathless. 
 
 'Johnstone.' 
 
 ' He was English then ? ' said the colonel. 
 
 ' No, he was half Scotch, half Spanish ; his full 
 name was Hernan Johnstone, and he was said to be 
 a well-known smuggler.' 
 
 1 Did you ever hear of him again 1 ' 
 
 ' Yes,' replied Dick, ' I did, more than once ; for 
 instance I heard that he tried to kidnap Bonaparte 
 when he was at Flushing, by running down his barge 
 in a fast rowing-boat.' 
 
 'Ah!' said the colonel, with an involuntary 
 start, ' that is a very singular story ! But what 
 more, Captain Estcourt, what more of this heroic 
 ruffian V
 
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 1 Oh, nothing more of that kind,' said Dick laugh- 
 ing, ' only I was told lately by a brother officer that 
 Johnstone was now in England, and apparently 
 living somewhere down at Limehouse ; and he's not 
 likely to have mistaken his man.' 
 
 The colonel leaned forward to hear this answer 
 with an eagerness which Dick did not perceive. But 
 Camilla saw it and guessed the cause. This John- 
 stone was no doubt the very man they needed for 
 the more active part of their enterprise. 
 
 But she was at the same time conscious of a 
 certain feeling of reluctance ; it was not altogether 
 pleasing that this assistance should have come to 
 them through Dick, whose honour, if he had known 
 of their object, would have been concerned in keep- 
 ing such information from them. She frowned, and 
 the colonel instantly left the subject. 
 
 ' You were not at Trafalgar then ? ' he asked. 
 
 ' No,' said Dick, ' to my lasting sorrow ; I was 
 then with Malcolm in the " Donegal," which had gone 
 into the Mole three days before, and only returned 
 in time to help destroy the prizes the day after the 
 battle.' 
 
 He looked rather grim as he spoke, and the 
 colonel saw that the subject was a sore one. 
 
 ' Malcolm 1 ' he asked. ' What Malcolm was that ? ' 
 
 ' He is now Sir Pulteney Malcolm, and commands 
 at St. Helena.' 
 
 The colonel rose abruptly from the table. 
 
 ' I beg your pardon,' said Dick ; ' have I touched 
 on anything painful 1 ' 
 
 'Not in the least,' replied the colonel, recovering 
 himself ; ' on the contrary, I have listened to you 
 
 22
 
 52 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 with the liveliest pleasure ; but now, as you are 
 taking no wine, we will, if you please, all go to the 
 drawing-room together.' 
 
 CHAPTER V 
 
 As they went upstairs Dick noticed with dismay 
 that both his companions were silent, and that an 
 awkward feeling of constraint seemed to have fallen 
 upon the party. He feared that he himself must be 
 the cause of this, and could not help thinking it 
 connected, in spite of the colonel's assurance to the 
 contrary, with the latter part of the conversation 
 just ended. 
 
 He resolved accordingly, if he had the chance, to 
 say something polite, and soothe if possible the pa- 
 triotic feelings of his friends. 
 
 As a matter of fact, he was both right and wrong 
 in his suppositions ; he was the cause, but not the 
 offending cause, of this embarrassing silence. The 
 colonel was pondering deeply upon the line he must 
 immediately adopt, in order to utilise the advan- 
 tages which chance had so unexpectedly offered him ; 
 Camilla had divined the thoughts that were passing 
 through her brother-indaw's mind, and instinctively 
 resented them. It was no doubt unreasonable of 
 her, but she was keenly troubled at the idea of Dick 
 being tempted to take any part or interest in the 
 enterprise to which she had devoted herself. Of 
 course he would refuse, and treat such overtures as 
 an insult ; or — if white could after all be black — 
 if he could be led by blind devotion into the slightest
 
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 acquiescence, she would hate herself and despise him ; 
 and for some unexplained reason he was the one man 
 of all others whom she least wished to despise just 
 now. 
 
 She resolved to show the colonel the futility of 
 his design at once, and stop him at the outset. So 
 .she waited until they were all three face to face 
 again in the drawing-room, and then began her 
 manoeuvres with cool directness. 
 
 ' Captain Estcourt,' she said, ' how you, as an 
 English officer, must hate the Emperor ! ' 
 
 ' Ah ! ' thought Dick, ' that's it ! I was afraid I'd 
 been too strong.' 
 
 So he said aloud, ' Hate is a hard word to use ; 
 you would scarcely say that a gunner hates his target, 
 would you 1 ' 
 
 This from his point of view was skilful, but it 
 was not what Camilla wanted. 
 
 ' You mean,' she said, ' that it is your duty to hate 
 him ? ' 
 
 ' Duty does not necessarily imply inclination,' he 
 replied. 
 
 Camilla was in despair. The colonel smiled, and 
 came gliding into the conversation. 
 
 'My clear Camilla,' he said, 'you misjudge our 
 friend in thinking him so rancorous ; he has fought, 
 as he told us, chiefly against Danes and Americans, 
 and has no cause to bear malice to the French.' 
 
 ' I was not thinking of the French,' she returned, 
 ' but of the Emperor, who incited both Denmark 
 and America to war, and thereby made himself the 
 enemy of all true Englishmen.' 
 
 ' Surely not quite all,' said the colonel ; ' the Oppo-
 
 54 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 sition have often, both in Parliament and out of it, 
 pleaded with the Government for his release. Lord 
 Glamorgan,' he continued, looking at Estcourt, ' Lord 
 Glamorgan, for instance, is a member of that party, 
 and yet in every way a true Englishman.' 
 
 Dick, over whose half-conscious head this sword- 
 play was flickering, saw only that an argument was 
 going on ; which side was which, and why, he could 
 not understand, and so resolved to speak with caution 
 if he had to speak at all. 
 
 Camilla felt that the colonel was pressing her 
 closely, and tried to disable him by a straighter 
 thrust. 
 
 1 1 don't suppose you are a blind follower even of 
 Lord Glamorgan,' she said to Dick ; ' you probably 
 do not wish the Emperor released 1 ' 
 
 1 It would not benefit him if I did,' he replied ; 
 1 but I am sorry for him if he suffers as they say.' 
 
 This was worse than ever of Dick, and the colonel 
 was prompt to seize the opportunity. 
 
 1 He does indeed suffer,' he said. ' It is our greatest 
 grief, for Madame de Montaut is entirely devoted to 
 
 him.' 
 
 'My devotion,' retorted Camilla, almost indig- 
 nantly, 'is natural enough, but the loyalty that 
 binds me can have no hold upon an Englishman.' 
 
 ' There are more kinds of loyalty than one,' re- 
 turned her imperturbable antagonist. 'I, for in- 
 stance, am loyal to the Emperor, not only as a 
 Frenchman, but even more strongly from my loyalty 
 to you, who have made his cause your own, and 
 this, or something like it, may conceivably be the 
 case with others.'
 
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 Camilla looked unutterable scorn. ' Captain Est- 
 court,' she said, turning to him with a bow full of 
 graceful mockery at her own question, ' will you, as 
 a kindness to me, carry the Emperor off from St. 
 Helena 1 ' 
 
 Dick was relieved at her apparent return to a 
 lighter mood. ' I can hardly undertake to go so far 
 myself,' he replied laughing; 'you had better com- 
 mission my friend Johnstone, the smuggler, to do it 
 for you.' 
 
 ' Good ! ' exclaimed the colonel, joining in the 
 laugh with the loud tone of one who wishes to 
 emphasise a jest. ' Capital advice, Camilla, and you 
 can't do better than follow it.' 
 
 She did not for the moment grasp his intention in 
 saying this, and made no reply beyond a distrustful 
 glance. 
 
 Dick meantime had been looking at his watch, 
 and now held out his hand. 'I am afraid,' he said, 
 ' that I must be going home ; I have trespassed too 
 long upon your kindness, and the doctor said I must 
 be in by sunset.' 
 
 ' One moment,' said Camilla, hoping to gain an 
 instant's privacy in which to give him some kind of 
 warning. ' Stay a moment, Colonel de Montaut will 
 order the carriage for you.' 
 
 'It is at the door,' replied the colonel, and he 
 bowed Dick out before him, and followed him down- 
 stairs. 
 
 Camilla heard the front door close and the car- 
 riage drive away. A long silence followed. The 
 colonel had evidently gone to the length of accom- 
 panying Dick to his own lodging. The mischief
 
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 might be done by this time, and here she sat, power- 
 less to prevent it. She fretted under the thought at 
 first, and her indignation chafed her in the absence 
 of an object upon which to spend itself, but at last it 
 seemed to have worn itself out for the time, and she 
 fell into a quieter mood. 
 
 The effect of this reaction and the fatigue which 
 accompanied it was to make her feel a sudden sense 
 of loneliness, and her treacherous imagination took 
 the opportunity, whilst her will was slumbering in 
 pure weariness, to suggest how different her case 
 might have been if only Dick Estcourt had been 
 able to share her hopes and labours. She brooded 
 over the idea for some time, smiling now and then 
 dreamily to herself, but it was far from amounting 
 to a definite temptation, and she knew that she 
 could and would put it from her by a moment's 
 effort. 
 
 All the same she started guiltily when the door 
 opened almost without a sound. There stood the 
 colonel, like some wily emissary of evil, following up 
 his calculated opportunity at the most deadly moment 
 of weakness. 
 
 He appeared to have entirely forgotten his late 
 struggle with her ; in his hand was an open letter, 
 which he held up to her view. 
 
 'I have just heard,' he said, 'from Carnac, who 
 has received a letter from St. Helena.' 
 
 She held out her hand for it. 
 
 ' You are tired,' he said ; ' I will read it to you. 
 Be prepared, for it is far from pleasant hearing,' and 
 he began at once. The letter — or, at any rate, his 
 reading of it — ran as follows : —
 
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 • " My dear M. de Montaut, — A packet de- 
 spatched from St. Helena at the end of January 
 contains the following melancholy intelligence in the 
 cipher of General Bertrand. The Emperor, having 
 suffered severely in health from want of active occu- 
 pation, on January 22 resumed his riding exercise, 
 after an intermission of two years. The effect of this 
 violent change of habit was unhappily the reverse of 
 beneficial, and he has been more or less prostrate for 
 a week past." ' 
 
 The colonel looked at Camilla, and went on more 
 slowly : 
 
 ' " His Majesty has become subject to fits of pro- 
 found depression, which are the despair of all his 
 physicians. He bitterly declares himself deserted 
 and betrayed, and his reproaches are terrible to hear. 
 He talks openly of committing his last wishes to 
 paper.' " 
 
 In her agitation at this news Camilla forgot 
 everything else. ' Oh, no ! ' she cried, clasping her 
 hands as though to entreat the cruel Fates. 'We 
 shall be in time ; we must, we must ! ' 
 
 ' We must ! ' he echoed gloomily ; ' they expect 
 us on the fifth of May.' 
 
 ' And when do we start ? ' 
 
 ' Before the beginning of April ; we have hardly 
 more than a week left in which to gather our forces 
 for this final attempt.' 
 
 She was silent, and seemed unwilling to venture 
 further into the region of detail. 
 
 ' The vessel is all but ready,' continued the 
 colonel ; ' a mixed crew can be collected in a day or 
 two at Deal or Ramsgate.'
 
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 He paused, as if expecting a question from her, 
 but she was still silent, and he went on again. 
 
 ' For the money I am relying on you.' 
 
 She nodded. 
 
 • As to the rest,' he said, eyeing her cautiously, 
 ' our friends have failed us, as you know.' 
 
 She looked straight at him, and her face took a 
 passive expression, as if in expectation of a blow. 
 
 ' This is our last chance,' he said ; ' the Emperor's 
 supreme and only hope. No consideration must weigh 
 with us against his life and liberty.' 
 
 She drew her breath quickly ; he saw that he 
 must give her more time yet. 
 
 'This man Johnstone,' he said, 'will, I hope, 
 consent to work the submarine boat for us. I will 
 search him out to-morrow, and make terms with him 
 myself if possible.' 
 
 She was relieved to find that so far this was all, 
 and assented reluctantly, hoping against hope to find 
 her further suspicions unfounded. 
 
 But the colonel went on relentlessly. 
 
 ' There remains only between us and success — 
 between the Emperor and safety — this one difficulty 
 of discovering a suitable captain for our ship.' 
 
 ' You have time to go to France for that your- 
 self,' she said in desperation. 'Everything must be 
 dared, as you said only just now.' 
 
 He shook his head. 
 
 'Daring of that kind is useless here,' he said. 
 ' No Frenchman can serve our purpose.' 
 
 She feigned astonishment at this. 
 
 ' No,' he continued, ' I have considered this part 
 of the question long and thoroughly, for it is that
 
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 upon which all the rest depends. These arc the two 
 necessary qualifications for our captain. First, he 
 must not only be a good ally, in the sense of being a 
 bold and competent seaman, but he must be bound 
 to us by a tie stronger than that of mere pecuniary 
 interest.' 
 
 ' Yes,' she interrupted quickly, ' he must act 
 from patriotism too ; and, therefore, he can be no 
 other than a Frenchman.' 
 
 He shook his head again with the same gentle 
 regretfulness. 
 
 1 Where will you find such a self-immolating 
 patriotism at a moment's notice, and among those 
 to whom our ideas are strange 1 ' he asked. ' Do 
 you forget that even the inner circle of our confede- 
 rates has failed us 1 ' 
 
 She trembled in silence. 
 
 ' No,' resumed the colonel, ' he must be an 
 Englishman, and one upon whom we can exert an 
 irresistible moral force. But that is not enough,' 
 he added quickly, and she almost breathed again. 
 1 The second qualification is this ; he must be a man 
 known favourably to the authorities here in England, 
 or at the least to those at St. Helena. Otherwise 
 he would be unable to obtain leave to anchor, and 
 he could not face those naval police without fear of 
 suspicion. We should be searched,' and here his 
 voice fell to a low clear tone, 'searched, and seized 
 or driven from the coast, and the Emperor must die a 
 broken-hearted exile.' 
 
 Camilla buried her face in her hands ; the colonel 
 looked down upon her with a faint smile of self- 
 congratulation. ' Very well, then,' he said, ' for the
 
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 present we will discuss the question no further. I 
 will do my best to secure Johnstone, and I leave 
 you to think the other matter over by yourself ; it is 
 quite possible that you may be able to discover 
 among your English friends, some one— an officer 
 perhaps— who will at your persuasion, if for no other 
 reason, help us to save the Emperor and France.' 
 
 She did not move or speak ; when at last she 
 looked up he was gone. But every word that he 
 had spoken, and every tone of his subtly modulated 
 voice, passed through her brain over and over again 
 with paralysing clearness, and she sat on, as if under 
 some horrible spell. 
 
 At the end of half-an-hour she was still there, 
 her mind wearied out with vainly beating against 
 the constraint of this hateful necessity, like a bird 
 buffeting itself to death against the bars of a trap. 
 
 She was roused by the crackling of paper beneath 
 her hand, and looking down found that she had 
 been clenching a letter in her unconscious grasp. 
 A start of surprise followed as she recognised the 
 appearance of the paper. It was Dick's applica- 
 tion to the Admiralty. The official to whom the 
 colonel had presented it had glanced at its contents 
 and handed it back with an off-hand statement that 
 it was too late, another man having been already 
 appointed to the 'Favourite.' The colonel had 
 accordingly brought it back to Dick, and in the 
 confusion which followed the latter's sudden attack 
 of illness, it had fallen unperceived behind a cushion 
 of the sofa upon which Camilla was now sitting. 
 
 The sight of it produced no instantaneous effect 
 upon her, but it led her thoughts gradually away
 
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 from her brother-in-law and his cunningly presented 
 view of the situation, and brought Dick and his 
 strong simplicity before her mind instead. She un- 
 consciously ceased to think of his co-operation as 
 within her power to gain, and awoke at last from 
 her numbed despair to see that with the keen 
 weapon of an absolute trust in him she could cut 
 through at a blow the net of subtle argument which 
 the colonel had so skilfully wound about her. 
 
 Braced by this new confidence, and anxious to 
 free herself from the toils without a moment's delay, 
 she rose and went down to look for her brother-in- 
 law. 
 
 She found him in the study, busy among his 
 papers ; he looked up to greet her with an indulgent 
 smile, as if to assure her that he felt for her past 
 struggle, and was ready to receive her submission 
 graciously. 
 
 She saw it, and anger choked the words in her 
 throat. 
 
 1 Well,' he asked, ' and upon whom has your 
 choice fallen 1 ' 
 
 ! There is no choice,' she answered ; ' I have no 
 friend capable of an act of treason.' 
 
 He saw that he had been over-confident, and was 
 ready on the instant to meet her with fresh patience. 
 ( Treason 1 ' he said quietly ; 'it is no treason to 
 undo the work of treachery.' 
 ' What do you mean 1 ' 
 
 1 The English nation — or rather their Govern- 
 ment — betrayed the Emperor's voluntary trust 
 in them, and as I have heard you maintain with 
 truth a hundred times, faithlessly made a prisoner of
 
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 him, after he had accepted their protection as a 
 guest.' 
 
 She laughed scornfully to see him using still the 
 methods of an hour ago. He little suspected how 
 trenchant a weapon chance had put into her hand 
 since then. 
 
 ' It is true,' she cried, ' and their treachery must 
 be undone ; but it cannot be by Captain Estcourt's 
 hand.' 
 
 He raised his eyebrows : ' I did not mention 
 Captain Estcourt.' 
 
 'No, but you thought of him and of him only. 
 It is a proof of how little you know or understand 
 his character.' 
 
 He saw the change of her position, and was yet 
 once more ready for her upon her own ground. 
 
 ' Oh, as for that,' he said, ' men are all alike in 
 one respect. "When they are in love they are deaf to 
 every other call : a woman may lead them where she 
 will.' 
 
 ' Xot friends like mine,' she answered proudly ; 
 ' not a man like this ! ' 
 
 ' Captain Estcourt is as honourable a man as 
 most,' he replied, ' but I will undertake to say that 
 his devotion to you, coupled with a clear explanation 
 of the case from me, would ensure his adherence to 
 our cause.' 
 
 ' Never ! ' she cried ; ' your cunning fallacies may 
 blind weak women, or men whose intellect is keener 
 than their sense of honour, but you could not even 
 tempt him for a moment ! ' 
 
 ' Will you wager on it 1 ' asked the colonel with 
 a mocking smile of security.
 
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 ' My life is not my own,' she cried, ' but I would 
 stake my fortune on his answer.' 
 
 • Done ! ' said the colonel ; ' I accept ! ' 
 
 She saw the trap now, but scorned retreat. 
 
 ' Try it ! ' she cried, with passionate defiance in 
 her voice ; ' try it, and learn with shame what duty 
 moans to a strong heart ! ' 
 
 CHAPTER VI 
 
 Colonel de Moxtaut saw no more of his sister-in- 
 law that evening. 
 
 On the following day he was up early and break- 
 fasted alone in his own room, occupying himself at 
 the same time with the details of a toilette which 
 was intended to make him unrecognisable to those 
 who ordinarily knew him, and acceptable to those 
 with whom he had to deal. 
 
 The simplicity and effectiveness of the means he 
 took to gain these ends were characteristic of his fine 
 artistic sense. He began by dressing himself in a 
 loose rough suit of blue serge, which brought out all 
 the latent strength of his chest and shoulders, and 
 gave him, instead of the harmonious outlines of a 
 figure full of distinction, a commonplace rough-and- 
 ready shapelessness, that in England at any rate 
 could attract no one's attention. He was less than 
 five minutes at his dressing table, but when he 
 turned away the iron-grey colour and soldierly neat- 
 ness of his hair had disappeared ; his eyebrows, too, 
 were dark and ruffled, his moustache unwaxed and 
 of an unfamiliar shape ; the aristocratic keenness
 
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 and refinement were gone from his face, and he 
 looked ten years younger. 
 
 His identity was thus concealed without any loss 
 of personal dignity such as is usually involved in a 
 disguise, and yet could be resumed without difficulty 
 and almost at a moment's notice. He gave a final 
 glance at the general effect, completed it by the ad- 
 dition of a low peaked cap of weatherbeaten appear- 
 ance, and turned from the glass well satisfied. 
 
 He took with him a small sum of money and no 
 arms : what difficulties he might meet he hardly 
 knew yet, but at any rate they would not be of a 
 kind to yield to force. 
 
 The closed carriage in which he left the house set 
 him down at the entrance of the narrow streets 
 beyond the Houses of Parliament, and immediately 
 disappeared in the direction in which it had come. 
 He quickly made his way to the riverside and hailed 
 a waterman to take him over to the other bank. 
 
 When the boat was rather more than half-way 
 across however, he appeared to change his mind, and 
 asked whether he could be taken as far as the Tower. 
 
 The waterman assented readily, gave a single 
 stroke with the left hand, and in a moment the cur- 
 rent was sweeping them rapidly down towards the 
 bridge. 
 
 It was a bright keen morning, and the boatman 
 was in cheerful mood and inclined to be talkative, as 
 is the custom in his trade, but he got little response 
 or attention from his fare, who was pondering his 
 next move, and had not yet come to the stage when 
 conversation could be of use to him. 
 
 At the Tower "Wharf he landed, paid his passage
 
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 and something over, and walked away from the river, 
 taking several turns without hesitation or inquiry, 
 and finally making due east for some distance. 
 Another turn to the right brought him, as he had 
 calculated, straight down upon the river again at 
 Wapping. In the not very probable case of anyone 
 having attempted to follow him from the neighbour- 
 hood of his own house, his rapid voyage down the 
 river and his devious course through these thickly 
 populated streets must have completely baffled the 
 pursuit. 
 
 He stepped down to the waterside and looked at 
 the half-dozen boats lying there. In a moment he 
 was surrounded by their owners, each vociferously 
 claiming the passenger for his own craft, warranted 
 to be at once the safest and the speediest on the 
 river. 
 
 He smiled and chose the one who made the most 
 noise. This was a bright open-looking young fellow 
 who gave every promise of being as communicative 
 as could be wished. Before they had gone half a 
 mile he had justified the colonel's choice of him by 
 replying at great length to four or five tentative re- 
 marks ; but though his companion was keeping a 
 sharp look-out, nothing seemed to give him the 
 opportunity or information he desired. 
 
 As the corner at the lower end of the Pool came 
 in sight the colonel made another attempt. 
 
 1 You must have some interesting characters,' 
 he said, ' down here among the shipping and the 
 sailors.' 
 
 ' You may say that, sir,' was the reply ; ' there's 
 all sorts in Lime'us, from a spanking lass like Susie 
 
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 Gayford down to old Nan with her black teeth and 
 her fathom o' foul tongue behind 'em.' 
 
 The colonel smiled : this might be amusing, but 
 it was not business, and he put it by. 
 
 ' Ah, women,' he said, ' no doubt they are always 
 interesting, but I was thinking of men, and stories 
 of adventure at sea.' 
 
 ( Ay, ay, sir,' said the young man, ' there may be 
 a tale or two about, but there's not much in men, to 
 my mind ; they're every one as like the other as a 
 row of bottles ; but the girls now, young and old, 
 glib and glum, sluts and smart 'uns — why they're all 
 different, and ye' can't but like to hear about 'em all.' 
 
 The colonel smiled again, but he was inwardly 
 dissatisfied ; he felt that he was far from caring to 
 hear about all the fair ones in Limehouse ; the boat ? 
 under the combined force of two strong arms and an 
 ebbing tide, was swiftly nearing its destination, and 
 his opportunity would soon have passed unused. 
 
 It was clear that some means must be found of 
 prolonging the conversation, for it would be difficult 
 to open another with so willing and so expansive a 
 talker. 
 
 ' It's a sharp morning,' he said, ' and it seems a 
 long time since breakfast ; is there a house near, 
 where we could find anything fit for a thirsty man 
 to drink ? ' 
 
 The boatman laughed knowingly, and with an air 
 of pride in the locality. 
 
 ' There's the Outward Bound,' he said, ' where 
 ye'll get better rum than ever passed the Customs 
 up yonder,' and he drew the boat in to the landing- 
 steps.
 
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 'That will do,' said the colonel, 'we'll take a 
 glass then for good luck, for I don't mind telling you 
 that I'm in that line just now myself.' 
 
 1 Are ye' though 1 ' asked his companion, looking 
 at him with more sympathetic interest ; ' why, I took 
 ye' for a Frenchy.' 
 
 The colonel swallowed his national pride and 
 grinned sweetly. 
 
 'lam a Frenchman,' he said, 'but I'm running 
 a free cargo for all that ; I'm down here now to look 
 for a smart man who knows the trade.' 
 
 They had left the boat and were now walking in 
 the direction of a tavern facing the river. On the 
 signboard appeared a ship with all sail set, and at 
 the masthead a large triangular patch of brilliant 
 ultramarine, intended, no doubt, to represent the Blue- 
 peter, the signal of outward-bound vessels. 
 
 The interior of the house proved unsavoury, so 
 the famous rum was ordered out of doors into a rude 
 verandah, which they had entirely to themselves at 
 this early hour of the morning. 
 
 'Yes,' said the colonel, smacking his lips critically 
 over the liquor, ' I want a man to help me with a 
 heavy cargo, and I'm told that I shall find down in 
 these parts a certain Hernan Johnstone, who'll do 
 it as well as another.' 
 
 ' Black Johnny, eh 1 ' said his companion ; ' well, 
 ye' may find him and ye' may not ; but I'll tell ye' 
 this : there's no man like him if ye' do.' 
 
 ' Why should I not find him 1 Is he in hiding 1 ' 
 
 ' The Revenue coppers have had an eye on him 
 since that "Esmeralda" business, ye' know, and they 
 say the Admiralty beaks 'd like to ask him some 
 
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 questions, too, about the Jamaica trade. Mind ye', 
 I say nothing beyond what I'm told myself, but I've 
 heard that the " Jolly Roger " and him have been 
 fairly well acquainted time and again.' 
 
 ' Ah,' said the colonel, ' that's an old tale ; but 
 what's this about the " Esmeralda 1 " I've not heard 
 that,' and he called for a fresh supply of rum for his 
 companion, who indeed required no such persuasion 
 to start him spinning his yarn. 
 
 ' Well, sir,' he began, ' it was this way : the 
 " Esmeralda " was off the south coast at a convenient 
 place none so far from Portsmouth, and there she 
 was for a week dodging about, and couldn't run in, 
 seeing that the Revenue men had word of her, and 
 were out and about every night. So this Johnstone 
 o' yours hits upon a plan, and just like himself it was 
 too. He goes to the coastguard, and gives informa- 
 tion that the " Esmeralda " 's to^be run in on such a 
 night, and volunteers to take the officers to the place 
 himself. So they go, near a dozen of them, and 
 watch round a corner till all the cargo's ashore, and 
 then they jump out of a sudden and collar the men, 
 they not being more than six or seven, and taken by 
 surprise as they seemed. So the coppers made them 
 fast and began to load up the cargo on a couple o' 
 carts. Only, while they were full -handed, down 
 comes half a score more of the other side, and the 
 prisoners they got loose somehow wonderful quick, 
 and there was a bit of a fight, but no firing, ye' see, 
 the officers not expecting anything, no more than 
 the others had made believe to ; and the long and 
 the short of it was that the cargo went up the 
 north road posthaste as they say, and the coastguard
 
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 with it in their own carts, to keep 'em quiet for a 
 bit.' 
 
 'Bravo!' said the colonel, 'that's the man for 
 me ! And all I've got to do now is to find him ; do 
 you know where he lives 1 ' 
 
 The young man hesitated. 
 
 'No,' he said, 'leastways not exactly, but Mrs. 
 Briggs within there'll tell ye'.' 
 
 This, however, Mrs. Briggs in her turn was 
 equally unwilling to do, though the colonel stated 
 frankly the nature of his assumed errand. She 
 offered, however, to send for Johnstone if the gentle- 
 man would be good enough to wait and see him at 
 the Outward Bound. 
 
 To this the colonel agreed, and Mrs. Briggs dis- 
 appeared in search of a trusty messenger. 
 
 The waterman, who had by this time finished his 
 second glass and had been liberally paid both in coin 
 and thanks, showed no disposition to hurry his de- 
 parture ; he was evidently hanging about in hope of 
 being a party to the interview between two such 
 interesting personages. 
 
 The colonel saw this, and recognised that the 
 open verandah in which they had been sitting was 
 too public a place for a discussion of the kind he 
 anticipated, for even if he could succeed in dismiss- 
 ing his present companion it was free to any passer- 
 by to step in, or indeed to overhear a conversation 
 from the street. 
 
 So he rose and looked idly about him for a few 
 minutes, and ended by drifting round into the bar. 
 Mrs. Briggs was there, and understood what he 
 wanted before he spoke.
 
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 1 You'll like to be alone, sir/ she said ; ' there's an 
 empty room upstairs, two pair back ; I'll send him 
 up to you as soon as he comes ; 'twon't be long now.' 
 
 The colonel stumbled up a narrow rickety stair- 
 case, filled with dusty twilight and the smell of stale 
 tobacco smoke. At the top he found the room, a 
 low-roofed den, evidently used by the more intimate 
 customers of the house for secret potations after law- 
 ful hours. Its sole furniture consisted of a narrow 
 deal table and a couple of benches ; the floor was bare 
 and splashed with dark blotches. They might have 
 been caused by nothing worse than London porter, 
 but they had a ghastly resemblance to old bloodstains. 
 
 The single window was in the side of the house, 
 facing eastward, and commanding a wide and dreary 
 prospect over the Isle of Dogs. The colonel might 
 have obtained a more inspiriting view down Lime- 
 house Reach if he could have put his head out of the 
 window to the right, but it was so closely barred as 
 to make this an impossibility. 
 
 He had just perceived this fact when he heard a 
 heavy step outside, and turning round, saw a man in 
 sailor's dress enter the room. 
 
 There was not a moment's doubt as to his iden- 
 tity. There he stood, stout, swarthy, fierce, and 
 resolute, as Estcourt had described him. His face 
 was in all probability more weather-beaten and fur- 
 rowed with deeper lines than when Dick saw him 
 twenty years ago at Copenhagen, but the force and 
 choleric expression were there, and his hair was jet 
 black still. 
 
 He stood for a moment with his legs a little 
 apart, looking at the colonel, and growled out some-
 
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 thing in answer to his salutation ; then he turned 
 suddenly, slammed the door, locked it, and put the 
 key in his pocket, tossed his cap on to the table, and 
 sat clown. 
 
 ' You've sent for me,' he said. ' What is it? let's 
 be short.' 
 
 His herculean strength, the violence of his speech 
 and manner, the strange and disreputable atmo- 
 sphei'e of the place, and the impossibility of escape 
 from it, might well have alarmed even a brave man ; 
 but the colonel seemed to be serenely unaware of 
 being in any way at a disadvantage, and took his 
 own time and method of answering. 
 
 1 My name,' he said, in slow, precise tones, ' is 
 Villeroy, and I live for the present at Xo. 12, Can- 
 terbury Square, Southwark. I am from time to 
 time engaged in importing goods without the assist- 
 ance of the Custom House officials. I have just now 
 an unusually difficult venture in hand, and I have 
 come to London to engage a first-rate skipper.' 
 
 Johnstone's face relaxed a little ; he was pleased 
 with the compliment implied, to say nothing of the 
 prospect of active employment of the kind he loved. 
 
 ' "Where do you want her landed 1 ' he asked. 
 
 ' The landing,' replied the colonel, ' is not the 
 chief difficulty ; it is in taking the cargo on board 
 that the danger lies.' 
 
 ' And where would that be done ? ' asked the 
 other. 
 
 1 That,' said the colonel, ' I shall not tell you yet, 
 but it's a good long voyage from here, and I shall 
 want to engage you for three months certain.' 
 
 Johnstone reflected a moment, going over in his
 
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 mind the various ports from which smugglers came 
 to Europe. 
 
 ' Well,' he said at last, ' never mind, what's the 
 work 1 ' 
 
 ' It is work of an unusual kind,' replied his com- 
 panion, 'needing skill, strength, and courage ; but 
 I'm told you don't shirk danger when it comes in the 
 way of business.' 
 
 ' Danger 1 ' said the other, with rude contempt. 
 'Goon!' 
 
 The colonel continued in the same measured 
 voice. 
 
 ' The coast,' he said, ' is so well kept by guard- 
 boats that it will be necessary for us in loading the 
 ship to make use of a boat of entirely new design, 
 propelled under water, and rising and sinking at the 
 will of the occupant — that is to say, of yourself.' 
 
 Johnstone looked incredulous. 
 
 ' You shall see the plans and judge for yourself,' 
 said the colonel ; ' it is in reality simple enough.' 
 
 ' If it can be worked,' said the other with an 
 oath, ' then I'll do it ; but what a queer start of the 
 coastguard to keep the sea and not patrol the shore 
 at all.' 
 
 ' Oh, as to that, they do, but the watch on shore 
 can be squared.' 
 
 Johnstone nodded. ' What's your cargo ? ' he 
 asked abruptly. 
 
 The colonel smiled, and took a gold napoleon 
 from his pocket. 
 
 ' It's got that head upon it,' he said, holding up 
 the coin between his finger and thumb. 
 
 1 Something strongish, eh ? ' said his companion.
 
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 ' Very strong,' said the colonel with dry humour. 
 
 ' And plenty of it 1 ' asked the other. 
 
 1 Enough,' replied the colonel, ' to liven up every 
 friend I've got for some time to come.' 
 
 Johnstone brought his fist down on the table. 
 
 c I'm your man,' he said, ' if you're my money ! ' 
 
 ' I am prepared to give you ten thousand francs, 
 that is to say, four hundred pounds, for the three 
 months.' 
 
 ' Double it ! ' 
 
 ' Certainly not,' said the colonel with quiet deci- 
 sion. 
 
 ' By God, you shall though ! ' growled the other 
 with a hardly suppressed threat in his gesture. 
 
 1 Four hundred is my offer,' said the colonel in- 
 differently. 'You may take it or leave it, as you 
 please.' 
 
 ' No ! ' roared Johnstone. ' I've got you ! I 
 know your name, and where you live, and what 
 you're up to, and you'll give me a thousand or I'll 
 blow the game for you ! ' 
 
 The colonel put his hands in his pockets and 
 leaned his head back against the wall. 
 
 ' I gave you a false name and address,' he said, 
 1 and I did not tell you my real business. I do not 
 trust a man until I know him.' 
 
 ' I don't care ! ' shouted the other. ' I've got you 
 for all that ; here you are, and here you stay until 
 you sign for a thousand ! ' 
 
 ' Alas ! ' said the colonel, shaking his head, ' the 
 bold are so apt to be short-sighted ! Friend John- 
 stone,' he continued, 'I came here by way of the 
 Custom House ; I left a letter there, to be opened if
 
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 I did not return for it in two hours. The time is 
 nearly up now. What do you suppose they will find 
 when they open it ? ' 
 
 The man looked daggers at him, but shifted 
 uneasily and said nothing. 
 
 ' They will find,' said the colonel, ' your address 
 and that of this house, with a request to look for us 
 at once in both those places. 5 
 
 ' Well ? ' growled Johnstone, 'what then ? ' 
 
 ' You are in request just now,' continued the 
 colonel politely. ' First, I want you ; secondly, the 
 Revenue Officers wish to hear more of that little joke 
 about the " Esmeralda ; " and thirdly, the Admiralty 
 desire your opinion on the dangers of the West 
 Indian trade-routes.' 
 
 The man looked thunderstruck. 
 
 ' Naturally,' the colonel went on, ' I wish to 
 secure the preference myself ; and, indeed, if you 
 refuse my terms, I don't suppose you will get such 
 easy ones from either of the other two parties.' 
 
 There was a short pause. 
 
 ' I'll go,' said Johnstone, with a kind of sullen 
 admiration in his look. ' I'll go for four hundred.' 
 
 ' It shall be five,' said the colonel, ' and now un- 
 lock the door.' 
 
 They went downstairs and out of the house. At 
 the riverside the colonel made an appointment with 
 his companion to meet at Southampton on a certain 
 day, and stepped into a boat. 
 
 ' Westminster steps,' he said to the waterman as 
 they pushed off. 
 
 ' You'll not forget to call at the Custom House, 
 sir,' Johnstone called anxiously after him.
 
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 ' Oh, there's no need for that,' replied the 
 colonel, ' I left nothing there.' 
 
 And the boat shot swiftly up stream on the in- 
 coming tide. 
 
 CHAPTER VII 
 
 The colonel informed his sister-in-law the same 
 evening of the success of his expedition to Lime- 
 house. He described his interview with Johnstone 
 at some length, and with a good deal of dramatic 
 skill ; not from any desire to magnify his own 
 cleverness, but partly from genuine enjoyment of 
 the humour of the scene, and partly from anxiety to 
 amuse and distract Camilla. In the latter object, 
 however, he was unsuccessful. She smiled indeed, 
 but with a palpable effort ; her thoughts seemed to 
 be fully occupied with other and less pleasant things. 
 When he had finished his narrative she looked up 
 gravely. 
 
 ' Then you entrapped the man rather than per- 
 suaded him 1 ' she asked. 
 
 ' I certainly did not entrust him with our secret,' 
 he replied. ' That can be easily explained at any 
 time before we reach St. Helena.' 
 
 1 And you have no fear that he will draw back 
 when he finds out the real nature of the service 
 required from him ? ' 
 
 ' He's not that kind of man. Besides, whatever 
 he may be, let me once get him on board, and I'll 
 answer for his going through with the affair.'
 
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 Camilla looked as if this remark was less unex- 
 pected than unwelcome. 
 
 ' With — with anyone else,' she said, ' whom you 
 might wish to engage in a higher capacity, you would 
 of course proceed openly ? ' 
 
 The colonel saw the point of this question at once, 
 and felt himself in a difficulty. He had as yet come 
 to no definite idea of how Dick was to be gained ; 
 his feelings for Camilla must, of course, be the prin- 
 cipal lever to move him, but certainly up to this 
 moment it had been no part of the colonel's general 
 method or present intention to work without the aid 
 of stratagem. 
 
 He glanced at his sister-in-law and saw an in- 
 dignant resolve foreshadowed on her face. If he 
 hesitated he was lost ; she would resume her right of 
 interference, and warn Estcourt. 
 
 All this flashed through his mind in an instant. 
 
 ' Let us be quite candid with one another,' he 
 said. ' If you will promise to leave me a free hand, 
 I will undertake to write a plain straightforward 
 letter to Captain Estcourt, simply setting out our 
 design, and asking him to join us.' 
 
 ' Yery well,' she said coldly. 
 
 ' You promise then 1 ' he asked. 
 
 ' Of course,' she said ; ' but in any case he needs 
 no warning against an open attempt.' 
 
 The colonel was inclined to think so too, but he 
 said nothing, and retired to consider the matter more 
 attentively in the diplomatic atmosphere of his own 
 room. 
 
 During the next few days nothing more was 
 heard of the subject, Dick called several times, and
 
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 the colonel noted with satisfaction his growing in- 
 timacy with Camilla. 
 
 She was often sombre and depressed now, but the 
 presence of this friend in whom she had come to 
 trust so entirely seemed to strengthen and revive 
 her, and there were times when she succeeded in 
 putting away all thought of the future, and fairly 
 astonished her brother-in-law by her brilliant gaiety. 
 
 As for Dick, he had never known such wit or 
 such light-hearted grace ; he forgot everything else, 
 and his existence became one simple and prolonged 
 act of adoration. He loved the rustle of her gown 
 better than the crackling wind among the sails, and 
 thought the accent for which she laughed at herself 
 fit only for the lips of sea-nymphs. For your sailor, 
 too, is a poet in his way, and has a mythology of his 
 own like all the rest. 
 
 The end of the week — the last before the start — 
 was now drawing near. The time had come for the 
 colonel to spread his net, and he was ready in his 
 place, waiting only for the favourable moment. 
 
 It was not long delayed. On the Friday after- 
 noon Camilla asked him whether he expected to be 
 much occupied on the following day. 
 
 ' No,' he replied, ' I have no engagement what- 
 ever.' 
 
 'I am toldj^she said, 'that there are some fine 
 Claudes and Watteaus at No. 9, Great Russell Street. 
 The house is to be let furnished, and they allow one 
 to walk in and see the pictures.' 
 
 He bowed, to hide the catlike eagerness of his 
 eyes. 
 
 1 1 thought,' she continued, ' that it would be an
 
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 agreeable way of passing the morning, and if you 
 can come too we might invite Captain Estcourt to 
 accompany us. He said something about calling, 
 and there's nothing to amuse him here. Then will 
 you invite him ? ' she asked, after a pause. 
 
 ' With pleasure,' said the colonel in his most 
 formal and indifferent tone, and the subject dropped. 
 
 After dinner the same evening he appeared in 
 the drawing-room with a sheet of paper in his hand. 
 
 ' This,' he said, holding it out to Camilla, ' is a 
 rough draft of the letter I propose writing to Est- 
 court, in accordance with our agreement of a few days 
 ago.' 
 
 She took it and read as follows : — 
 
 ' My dear Captain Estcourt, — My sister-in-law 
 and I have more than once hinted to you how deeply 
 we are devoted to the service of the Emperor Napo- 
 leon, and how cruelly we have felt his exile. A 
 favourable opportunity has now presented itself for 
 attempting his liberation, and we are to start almost 
 immediately for our base of operations. From what 
 you have already told us of your views on his 
 Majesty's imprisonment, and from the cordial and 
 intimate friendship with which you have honoured 
 us, I am induced to hope that you will give us your 
 loyal assistance in this expedition. If we may rely 
 on you for this important service, will you be good 
 enough to meet us at the time and place mentioned 
 below, when I shall have the pleasure of introducing 
 to you M. Carnac and M. le Comte de Rabodanges, 
 two of our most trusted confederates. In case, 
 however, you should unhappily feel unable to join 
 us, may I ask you to destroy this letter at once, and
 
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 not refer to it again 1 We shall understand your 
 silence as a refusal.' 
 
 She weighed every phrase and every word with 
 painful care, then tossed the paper back to him with- 
 out comment. 
 
 ' That meets with your approval then 1 ' he asked. 
 
 1 On the contrary,' she replied, ' the whole idea is 
 
 a folly, and meets with my disapproval ; but if a 
 
 letter must go, by all means let that be the form 
 
 of it.' 
 
 ' You think it well calculated to achieve its ob- 
 ject?' asked the colonel, with a pretence of anxiety. 
 
 She laughed sarcastically. He put on a look of 
 dismay and disappoixitment. 
 
 ' If you think it will fail,' he said, ' perhaps it 
 would be better not to do it by writing at all.' 
 
 Camilla smiled, but made no answer beyond a 
 shrug of indifference. 
 
 ' I might put it to him in words of the same 
 plain fashion,' he suggested ; ' I have made an ap- 
 pointment with him for eleven o'clock to-morrow 
 morning at Great Russell Street ; at least, I left a 
 verbal message asking him to meet us, and I've no 
 doubt that he'll be there.' 
 
 She looked up as though she did not quite follow 
 him. 
 
 'I could ask Carnac and Eabodanges to come 
 too,' he explained, ' and then take the opportunity 
 to bring the scheme before him while we are all 
 together.' 
 
 She was upon the point of vehemently rejecting 
 this proposal, but two considerations made her pause. 
 She could not but long to witness such a scene as the
 
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 confused rout of her brother-in-law and his allies, 
 and she foresaw in the second place that she might 
 be able, if present at the interview, to show Dick 
 afterwards that so shameful a proposal had not been 
 made to him by any wish of hers. So she assented, but 
 in a tone which showed how much the whole affair 
 irritated her ; and the colonel, having gained his 
 end, spent the remainder of the evening in paying 
 her the most delicate and soothing attentions. Next 
 morning, when breakfast was over, he retired to his 
 own room, after arranging to start out with Camilla 
 at ten minutes to eleven. 
 
 Directly afterwards he slipped from the house 
 unobserved, and by half-past ten he was posted at 
 the northern end of the street in which Dick was 
 lodging ; his eyes were fixed on the door of the 
 latter's house, but he kept himself completely out of 
 sight. 
 
 He had not been watching three minutes when 
 the door opened, Dick came out, and turned clown 
 the street in the opposite direction. 
 
 ' I thought he'd be early,' murmured the colonel 
 to himself, ' and I don't think there's much fear of 
 his coming back ! ' 
 
 He waited until his unconscious quarry had dis- 
 appeared round the southern corner, and then has- 
 tened to the house. He rang the bell and a servant 
 appeared. 
 
 ' Is Captain Estcourt in 1 ' 
 
 1 No, sir, he's just gone out.' 
 
 ' Do you suppose he'll be long 1 ' 
 
 ' I shouldn't think so, sir, but he didn't say.' 
 
 The colonel looked troubled.
 
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 ' Will you leave your name, sir 1 ' inquired the 
 maid. 
 
 'I think,' replied the visitor, 'that I had better 
 go to Captain Estcourt's room and write a note for 
 him. My business is rather important, and I can't 
 very well call again.' 
 
 The girl opened the door wider, and showed him 
 upstairs ; placed paper and ink before him, and 
 waited by the door. The colonel wrote an exact 
 copy of the letter he had shown to Camilla, only 
 adding as the place of rendezvous 'JSTo. 9 Great 
 Kussell Street,' and ' eleven o'clock on Saturday 
 morning, March 24,' as the time. Then he asked for 
 sealing-wax and a taper, fastened up the letter with 
 elaborate care, and handed it to the attendant maid. 
 She placed it on the mantelpiece and went towards 
 the door to show him down the stairs and out of the 
 house. He followed her down a few steps, and then 
 stopped with an exclamation : ' I have left my gloves 
 behind ! ' and he ran back before she could offer to 
 go for him. He returned in an instant, but in that 
 instant he had broken the newly-made seal, opened 
 the letter, folded it simply without fastening, and 
 tossed it carelessly clown again upon the mantelpiece. 
 
 The girl was still in the same place, and even in 
 the same attitude when he came back ; he was put- 
 ting on his gloves, and had tucked his walking-cane 
 under one arm for the purpose. 
 
 'Be sure,' he said as he passed out, ' that Captain 
 Estcourt reads my note directly he comes home. I 
 think you said that would not be long 1 
 
 1 No, sir, not long, I expect,' and she closed the 
 door behind him.
 
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 He hurried to his own house, to find Camilla 
 waiting for him and the carriage at the door. 
 
 ' We are late,' she said ; ' it is just upon eleven 
 now.' 
 
 ' I am sorry,' he replied, ' I have been round to 
 Estcourt's rooms ; he might as well have driven 
 down with us ; hut he was not in, and I could not 
 wait any longer.' 
 
 She made no further remark, and they started at 
 once. On arriving at the house they found Dick 
 upon the doorstep. Camilla, who was dreading the 
 decisive moment more and more, took comfort at the 
 sight of his open smile and frank eyes, and uncon- 
 sciously put more warmth than usual into her wel- 
 come. The colonel, too, greeted him with effusive 
 cordiality, and seemed to take his presence as a per- 
 sonal favour. 
 
 ' We are so very glad,' he said, as they entered 
 the house together, ' that you have been able to join 
 us. I thought you would myself, and indeed I said 
 so to Madame de Montaut, but she seemed uncex*tain 
 about it.' 
 
 ' How could you doubt it 1 ' said Dick, turning to 
 Camilla with tender reproach, and he added, lowering 
 his voice, ' surely you know that I would give up 
 anything to go with you anywhere ? ' 
 
 The colonel laughed softly to himself, and ex- 
 amined a picture with great attention. The other 
 two passed into the dining-room ; he did not follow 
 them, but stayed behind to receive MM. Carnac and 
 Rabodanges, whom he was momently expecting. 
 
 Dick was in his happiest mood, and if he did 
 not care much about the pictures, at any rate he
 
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 thoroughly enjoyed the privilege of looking at them. 
 He noted, with a lover's keenness, that Camilla's 
 manner to him was changed, and seemed to imply a 
 new kind of relationship between them. What it 
 meant he could not even guess, but certainly she was 
 now quite a different being from the imperious beauty 
 whose wit had stricken him dumb on the night of the 
 ball so long ago. She had a wistful look in her eyes, 
 as though she would have asked something of him 
 if she dared, and her air was almost that of one 
 who clings to someone stronger for protection or 
 support. 
 
 He was raised out of his natural diffidence by 
 this delicate unspoken flattery, and set high on 
 a pinnacle of exalted hope, from which he now 
 and again shot swift glances far into a gleaming 
 future. 
 
 And all the time, in the room beneath, the colonel 
 was relentlessly planning his downfall. 
 
 For no sooner had Dick and Camilla passed up- 
 stairs into the drawing-room, which contained the 
 more valuable paintings, than M. Carnac and the 
 count arrived almost together. 
 
 The colonel took them into the dining-room and 
 closed the door. 
 
 1 You will remember,' he said, ' our last meeting, 
 and the resolutions then arrived at.' 
 
 They bowed. 
 
 ' I am happy,' he continued, ' to be able to report 
 
 that my efforts have been crowned with complete 
 
 success. I have engaged a daring and competent 
 
 seaman to work my submarine boat, and I have 
 
 secured an officer to command our vessel, who is 
 
 g2
 
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 personally known to, and esteemed by, the admiral 
 commanding at St. Helena.' 
 
 M. Carnac looked flustered ; this news had quite 
 taken away the poor old gentleman's breath ; but 
 the count was enthusiastic, and warmly congratu- 
 lated the colonel, plying him with strings of eager 
 questions. M. de Montaut stopped him with a smile. 
 
 ' Not so fast, my friend,' he said, ' the gentleman 
 is in the house at this moment, and I shall have the 
 pleasure of presenting him to you immediately. Of 
 one thing, however,' he continued, ' I must warn you 
 beforehand : he has given, so far, no more than a 
 tacit assent to my invitation to join us, and it will 
 therefore be as well to make no reference to the 
 matter at present, beyond, of course, giving a cordial 
 greeting to so invaluable an accomplice.' 
 
 M. Carnac started ; the word ' accomplice ' ap- 
 peared to disagree with him unpleasantly ; but both 
 he and the count acquiesced, and M. de Montaut led 
 them upstairs. Their voices, as they approached, 
 startled Dick and Camilla in their seclusion, and the 
 faces of both clouded at once. 
 
 ' This is too bad ! ' he exclaimed impatiently. 
 
 She looked troubled, and said in an anxious and 
 deprecating tone : c It is only some friends whom we 
 asked to meet us here.' 
 
 1 Oh ! ' he replied, ' that's all right ; your friends 
 are mine,' and the three gentlemen entered. 
 
 The formal introduction took place, and Camilla, 
 seeing the dreaded ordeal close at hand, felt as though 
 she must flee or fall where she stood. 
 
 Her evident nervousness touched Dick, who natu- 
 rally enough thought himself the cause of it. ' She's
 
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 afraid I resent their interruption,' he said to himself 
 ' I'll soon put that straight ! ' 
 
 So he replied to the compliments of the two 
 strangers with a cordiality even more marked than 
 their own. ' I look forward,' he said, ' to our be- 
 coming the best of friends. I hope you will always 
 command me for any service in my power.' 
 
 Camilla's heart failed her ; the words seemed like 
 an evil omen. 
 
 A sound like a chuckle was heard from the 
 colonel. 
 
 ' What are you laughing at 1 ' Dick asked. 
 
 1 Nothing,' he replied ; 'but I am vastly pleased 
 with this Claude ; " the embarkation of St. Helena " 
 I believe it is called.' 
 
 Camilla turned deadly white. 
 
 ' I am unwell ; my head aches,' she said. ' Let 
 us go home.' 
 
 She took Dick's anil, and he led her from the 
 room. 
 
 CHAPTER VIII 
 
 M. Caenac and the count, after attending Madame 
 de Montaut to her carriage with polite inquiries 
 and condolence, went each his own way, and the 
 other three drove back to Bedford Square. 
 
 Dick was relieved to see how quickly the open 
 air restored the colour to Camilla's cheeks ; she was 
 herself again by the time they reached home, and 
 seemed to have recovered even the gaiety which had 
 been conspicuously absent from her manner all the 
 morning.
 
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 He stayed an hour or two, and was induced to 
 tell many stories of the sea. The colonel listened 
 for some time, and then excused himself on the plea 
 of having letters to write. ' But I hope you will 
 dine with us,' he added. 
 
 1 Thank you,' said Dick ruefully, ' I wish I could ; 
 but my lawyer is coming to see me on business at 
 four o'clock ; he is an old family friend, and I asked 
 him to stay to dinner.' And, in fact, he tore himself 
 away soon afterwards. When he had seen him out 
 of the house, the colonel came back to the drawing- 
 room smiling and rubbing his hands together with 
 an appearance of great good -humour. , 
 
 'Well, Camilla,' he said, 'and when will it be 
 convenient to you to pay me ? ' 
 
 ' Pay you what 1 ' 
 
 ' Have you forgotten 1 You wagered your fortune 
 that Estcourt would not help us.' 
 
 She started to her feet ; terror, incredulity, anger, 
 and terror again, flashed in her glance and shook her 
 
 voice. 
 
 ' Well 1 ' she cried, ' what then, what then ? ' 
 
 'Why, then, of course, you have lost.' 
 
 ' You are lying ! ' she cried fiercely. 
 
 ' That would be useless here,' he said ; ' one cannot 
 deceive oneself. But surely,' he expostulated, ' you 
 can't pretend to have misunderstood him all this 
 
 time 1 ' 
 
 ' What time 1 ' site asked in faint despair. 
 
 ' This morning,' he replied, ' I changed my mind 
 again, and decided in favour of writing. At 10.30 I 
 sent him the letter you saw and approved, telling him 
 that if he kept our appointment for eleven o'clock at
 
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 Great Russell Street I should understand him to have 
 accepted our proposal. He kept the appointment, as 
 you know ; you saw the friendliness with which he 
 met his new confederates, Carnac and Rabodanges ; 
 and I am surprised,' he continued, ' that he did not 
 hint to you his acceptance of your cause and your 
 guidance.' 
 
 The subtle suggestion did its work : in one mo- 
 ment of agony she reviewed the day : she saw again 
 Dick greeting the conspirators with offers of service, 
 and heard him vowing that he could leave all to 
 follow her : acts, words, gestures— all fitted but too 
 well, and the colonel's hideous satisfaction clenched 
 the proof. Faith fled in bitterest despair, and 
 miserable scorn possessed her. She turned upon the 
 colonel a face hard and white with the anger of the 
 betrayed. 
 
 'You have ruined a man's honour,' she cried, 'and 
 a woman's happiness ; but you shall not have your 
 way with both of us : if he goes with you I stay 
 behind ! ' And she left the room before he could find 
 an answer. 
 
 Dick in the meantime stepped with a swinging 
 pace along the streets, looking exultantly back upon 
 the brightest day in his memory, and forward to a 
 yet brighter one to-morrow. He sprang up the stairs 
 to his room, and burst gaily in. His glance tra- 
 velled to the mantelpiece, where his letters were 
 usually placed ; to-day there were two, and he 
 hummed a tune as he took them in his hand. They 
 were both from known correspondents, and quite un- 
 interesting ; but a third lying near them was directed 
 in a handwriting that he had never seen before.
 
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 He was surprised to find, on turning it over, that 
 this last one had been already opened, but he im- 
 mediately forgot this in his astonishment at the 
 contents. 
 
 The letter was not signed, but there was no mis- 
 taking the source from which it came ; the words 
 ' my sister-in-law and I ' brought a flush to his face ; 
 he was amazed, bewildered, overwhelmed. 
 
 Before he could collect his scattered senses the 
 door opened and 'Mr. Wickerby ' was announced. 
 On the threshold stood the lawyer he had been ex- 
 pecting, a grey-haired, sharp-eyed, precise-looking 
 man of fifty-five or more, with his hat in one hand 
 and a bag in the other. 
 
 1 Good-day, sir,' he said ; and then with a quick 
 glance from Dick's troubled face to the paper in his 
 hand, he added, ' anything wrong 1 No bad news, 
 I hope 1 ' 
 
 Dick jumped to his feet, took the hat and bag 
 from his visitor, and drew a chair up to the fire for 
 him. 
 
 ' You must excuse me, Mr. Wickerby,' he said, 
 ' I'm in a regular maze over this extraordinary note.' 
 
 ' Let me see,' said the lawyer. 
 
 Dick mechanically handed it over to him, and 
 tried to put his own ideas in order while the other 
 read in silence. 
 
 ' Dear me ! ' said Mr. Wickerby, looking up at 
 last, ' this is a cool fellow, upon my word ! He pre- 
 tends to be a friend of yours ; do you recognise the 
 writing ? ' 
 
 ' No,' replied Dick, ' I never saw it in my life, 
 but
 
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 1 But you can guess the author, eh 1 Hm-m, 
 so much the worse ! If you will excuse my freedom, 
 Captain Estcourt ' 
 
 1 Stop ! ' cried Dick, ' I must warn you that these 
 are intimate friends of mine,' and he blushed crimson. 
 
 Mr. AVickerby looked at him curiously. ' They 
 must be,' he said, ' very intimate, I should say, to 
 venture upon such a proposal as this.' 
 
 ' Hang it ! ' cried Dick, ' you don't suppose he 
 meant it seriously ? It's a joke, of course.' 
 
 The lawyer shrugged his shoulders. ' Not in 
 very good taste as a joke,' he said, ' but, after all, it 
 doesn't matter ; the letter contains its own answer, 
 and there's an end of it.' 
 
 ' What do you mean 1 ' asked Dick. ' How does 
 it contain its own answer 1 ' 
 
 ' Silence, in this case, was to give refusal ; con- 
 sent was only to be inferred from a particular 
 act.' 
 
 Dick was thunderstruck at this, and lost his head. 
 
 ' But I went,' he stammered. 
 
 ' Went where 1 ' asked the other sharply. 
 
 « To Great Russell Street.' 
 
 ' You went to Great Russell Street 1 And what, 
 in the name of goodness, did you do that for ? Do 
 you know, Captain Estcourt,' he continued severely, 
 ' what we lawyers call this kind of thing ? " Adher- 
 ing to the Sovereign's enemies ; " " Levying war 
 against our Lord the King " — that's what we call it, 
 sir ; an overt act of treason, and you and your friends 
 make a joke of it ! ' 
 
 'But that was not why I went,' said Dick in 
 confusion j ' I hadn't had the note then ; the man
 
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 himself had already asked me to go for quite a 
 different purpose.' 
 
 Here the maid entered to lay the cloth, and both 
 were silent. 
 
 ' I'll explain it all to you after dinner,' said Dick ; 
 ' in the meantime, let us settle the business you came 
 about.' 
 
 This was done, and occupied them for somewhat 
 less than half an hour, at the end of which time 
 they sat down to table. 
 
 Dick was preoccupied, and the conversation 
 dragged : his guest eyed him doubtfully from time 
 to time, and he was uneasily conscious of the fact. 
 Presently he got up and went to the bell. 
 
 ' I quite forgot,' he said as he pulled the cord ; 
 ' I never asked about that note being open.' 
 
 ' I don't understand,' said Mr. Wickerby. 
 
 ' The seal was broken when I found it.' 
 
 The lawyer looked puzzled. ' Sure ? ' he asked. 
 
 ' Certain,' Dick replied ; ' the letter had been 
 opened, beyond a doubt.' 
 
 ' That's awkward ; I'm afraid anyone who may 
 have read it would think you kept queer com- 
 pany.' 
 
 The maid appeared in answer to the bell. 
 
 'Jane,' said Dick, holding up the letter, 'who 
 brought this ? ' 
 
 ' The gentleman wrote it here, sir.' 
 
 'Excuse me,' said Mr. Wickerby, interrupting, 
 ' but I should like to ask her a question or two ; I'm 
 used to this kind of thing, you know.' 
 
 ' All right,' said Dick, ' you'll do it better than I 
 should.'
 
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 The lawyer turned to cross-examine Jane, who 
 was beginning to be alarmed. 
 
 ' What gentleman 1 ' he asked. 
 
 ' I don't know his name, sir.' 
 
 ' Did you know him by sight 1 ' 
 
 'Yes, sir, he came here once, a week ago, with 
 Captain Estcourt.' 
 
 ' What time was it when he wrote the letter 1 ' 
 
 'About half -past ten in the morning, sir, as 
 near 's I could say.' 
 
 ' Did you see him fasten it up 1 ' 
 
 ' Yes, sir, I brought him the wax and held the 
 taper myself.' 
 
 ' What did he do with it then 1 ' 
 
 'He gave it to me, sir, and I put it on the 
 chimneypiece.' 
 
 ' You are sure the seal was unbroken then 1 ' 
 
 ' Yes, sir, quite sure.' 
 
 ' And who has been in here during the day 1 ' 
 
 ' No one, sir, but me and Captain Estcourt.' 
 
 ' Then,' said the lawyer with severity, ' it was 
 you wlio broke the seal ; come now, tell the truth.' 
 
 'No, sir, indeed it was not,' said the girl in great 
 distress. 
 
 ' Who was it then ? ' 
 
 'Captain Estcourt, I suppose, sir,' she replied, 
 almost in tears. 
 
 ' But he was out.' 
 
 ' I thought he must have come back, sir, and gone 
 out again. I remember noticing that the letter had 
 been opened when I came in to see to the fire, and I 
 said to myself, " Then he must have been home again." : 
 
 ' What time was that ? '
 
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 ' That would be about eleven, sir.' 
 
 ' You're certain no one else came in 1 ' 
 
 1 They couldn't have done, sir, without ringing. 
 Captain Estcourt, he has a latchkey, but others must 
 ring.' 
 
 Mr. Wickerby saw that she was not likely to be 
 shaken from this theory. Whether it were true or 
 not, it was her only possible method of clearing her- 
 self from the charge of having opened the letter. 
 
 ' Thank you,' he said, ' I daresay you are right. 
 Captain Estcourt must have forgotten. That will 
 do, Jane, and you needn't trouble yourself about it.' 
 
 The girl fled with alacrity, and Mr. Wickerby 
 turned to Dick, who was fuming with impatience. 
 
 ' Well 1 ' he asked ; ' what do you say to that ? ' 
 
 ' What confounded nonsense all this is ! ' cried 
 Dick, ' as if I didn't know that I never set eyes on 
 the thing till this afternoon, just two minutes before 
 you came in ! I shall think no more of it.' 
 
 ' That is all very well,' replied his companion, 
 ' but the question is, will all these other people think 
 no more of it too 1 ' 
 
 1 What other people 1 ' 
 
 1 Well, there is first the gentleman who sent the 
 invitation, and no doubt supposes you to have ac- 
 cepted it with your eyes open ; secondly, these 
 Frenchmen he mentions— did you meet them too ? ' 
 
 ' Oh, hang them, yes ! ' groaned Dick. 
 
 'Thirdly, the person or persons unknown who 
 opened and read this letter ; and fourthly — let me 
 see — oh yes — the lady spoken of as "my sister-in-law.'" 
 
 Dick turned crimson, and his companion fixed a 
 penetrating glance upon him.
 
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 'Do you know,' he said, 'I think, my dear Est- 
 court, it might be better for you if you made a 
 clean breast of it. I'm an old confidential friend 
 of your people, and you know I will keep your 
 counsel.' 
 
 ' I give you my word,' cried Dick, ' there's 
 nothing more to tell than this : I know Colonel de 
 Montaut — the man who wrote this letter, you 
 know — pretty well, and as for Madame de Mon- 
 taut ' 
 
 ' Yes 1 ' inquired Mr. Wickerby, ' and as for 
 Madame ? ' 
 
 'Oh, you understand,' said Dick, with desperate 
 embarrassment, ' she's the only woman in the world ; 
 but no one could ever think me capable of disloyalty, 
 and she least of all.' 
 
 ' Hm — m,' said the lawyer, ' I couldn't, perhaps ; 
 but women have a high estimate of their own power, 
 and some of them love to exercise it too.' 
 
 ' Some of them ! ' Dick burst out indignantly ; 
 ' she's not " some of them ; " she wouldn't accept the 
 help of a traitor, much less ask for it.' 
 
 He was becoming irritated beyond his self- 
 control, and Mr. Wickerby hastened to leave this 
 part of the subject. 
 
 ' The question now is,' he remarked, ' what you 
 are to do.' 
 
 ' Do ! ' cried Dick. ' I shall write to Colonel de 
 Montaut at once, and call to-morrow morning to 
 explain the mistake.' 
 
 ' Stop a moment/ said the lawyer, ' I'm not quite 
 sure that that's your wisest plan, though, of course, it 
 is the natural one to think of first. Let me just put
 
 94 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 the case before you as it looks to an outsider — not to 
 me, mind you, but to an impartial stranger — to a 
 judge or jury, for instance.' 
 
 Dick looked nervous and sulky, but said nothing, 
 and Mr. Wickerby went on in a clear, precise tone, 
 marking off the points on the fingers of his left hand 
 as he proceeded : — 
 
 ' An English officer,' he began, ' makes friends 
 with a Frenchman — a strong Bonapartist — and falls 
 in love with a relative of this gentleman, much 
 attached to the same cause. He goes often to their 
 house, and is frequently seen in their society. 
 
 'On Saturday, March 24, 1821, he leaves home 
 at 10.30 in the morning. Immediately afterwards a 
 letter from his Imperialist friend arrives, referring 
 to previous conversations, and asking him to join in 
 a treasonable plot. A refusal is to be easily implied 
 by mere silence, but the consent, which is plainly 
 expected, is to be evidenced by attendance at eleven 
 o'clock at a certain place for the purpose of meeting 
 two fellow-conspirators. 
 
 ' By eleven o'clock this letter has been opened 
 and read. No one has entered the house since our 
 Mend left it, unless, indeed, he returned himself. 
 The maid who received the note, with seal intact, is 
 positive on this point, and, to save herself, would 
 probably, under pressure, swear that she heard him 
 come in again. 
 
 ' At eleven o'clock he is at the place named — for 
 quite a different purpose, he says, but admittedly at 
 the invitation of these same Bonapartists. The 
 other conspirators are there too, and a cordial intro- 
 duction takes place. His conduct does not appear
 
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 to have aroused any doubt in their minds as to his 
 acceptance of their overtures. 
 
 ' Confronted with this array of facts, our friend 
 proposes to put himself right by explaining matters 
 to the Bonapartists, and even to commit the impru- 
 dence of expressing his regrets on paper. " Littera 
 scripta manet." My dear Estcourt, no prudent man 
 ever writes a letter when he can avoid it. Your 
 disappointed friends would have you in a trap here ; 
 you'd much better run away quietly, and take a 
 holiday somewhere without leaving your address. 
 When they've come to grief, and got hanged for 
 their pains ' 
 
 ' What the devil do you mean ? ' shouted Dick in 
 exasperation. 
 
 ' Then you can come back in safety,' continued 
 Mr. "Wickerby ; ' but if you write they'll have un- 
 deniable evidence that you received their proposal, 
 and you'll have to choose between keeping the 
 secret, which is a felony known by the unpleasant 
 name of " misprision of treason," and giving them up 
 to justice, which, I take it, you are even less likely 
 to prefer.' 
 
 His ironical tone and incontrovertible logic in- 
 furiated Dick. 
 
 ' Damnation ! ' he roared ; ' why can't you let me 
 go my own way? I know my friends better than you 
 do, I should hope ! ' 
 
 ' I hope so too,' replied the lawyer, offended in 
 his turn. ' I will leave you to your own way, as you 
 desire, and hope to hear no more of this business. I 
 beg you to notice that I do not know where your 
 friends live ; I did not even catch their names ; and
 
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 I understand that the whole affair is a practical joke. 
 I wish you may live long to laugh at it.' 
 
 He took up his hat and bag and left the room ; 
 Dick heard the front door bang heavily behind him, 
 then made a quick gesture of defiance, and sat clown 
 at his desk to write to Colonel de Montaut. 
 
 CHAPTER IX 
 
 Dick's letter to the colonel was soon written. It 
 was not very coherent, but it was unmistakeably 
 honest, and its meaning was clear as the day ; more- 
 over, it ended with a promise to call on the following 
 morning and complete the explanation by word of 
 mouth. It only remained for Dick to make sure 
 that it was received and read that evening, and then 
 his mind would be at ease. 
 
 He put it accordingly in his pocket, and walked 
 to Bedford Square. It was growing rapidly dark, 
 but lights were only just beginning to appear in most 
 of the houses. In No. 23 the shutters of the dining- 
 room windows were not yet fastened, but the blinds 
 had been already drawn down. 
 
 The bright lights inside threw upon one of them 
 the shadow of a man who was evidently sitting at 
 the near end of the room ; his left arm was thrown 
 over the back of his chair, and its image was partly 
 merged in the darkness which represented the latter ; 
 his head was in full profile, and bent downwards in 
 an attitude of deep thought. He was probably at 
 some little distance from the table, upon which the
 
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 lights behind him were placed, for the shadow thrown 
 upon the blind was sharp in outline and scarcely more 
 than life-size. 
 
 The figure was in fact recognisable beyond a 
 doubt as that of Colonel de Montaut himself, and 
 Dick, as he stood upon the doorstep, was almost 
 startled at seeing him appai'ently so close. 
 
 At the same time he saw that he had here a good 
 chance of ascertaining at once that his letter was 
 safely delivered. He dropped it into the box and 
 rang the bell, intending to retreat a few steps across 
 the road so as to be out of sight himself while still 
 keeping the window in view. 
 
 A sudden movement of the shadow stopped him. 
 The colonel had caught the sound of the bell and had 
 disappeared from the room with astonishing rapidity ; 
 one might almost have thought he had been waiting 
 for the signal. 
 
 Dick heard a quick stealthy tread approach the 
 door on the inside ; the letter was snatched from the 
 box in an instant, and when he looked at the window 
 again there was the shadow once more in its former 
 position, but with both hands raised, as if in the act 
 of holding up a paper to read. 
 
 And now another step was heard coming towards 
 the door : it was, no doubt, that of a servant an- 
 swering the bell. The shadow figure hastily lowered 
 its hands, and the letter disappeared ; the servant at 
 the same moment stopped suddenly and went into 
 the dining-room, to which, no doubt, his master's 
 voice had summoned him. 
 
 The conversation which followed was inaudible to 
 Dick. Had it been otherwise, the colonel's labour 
 
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 would have been worse than lost, and of this story 
 there might have been little or nothing left to tell. 
 Between understanding and misunderstanding, be- 
 tween the light within and the darkness without, 
 there was but a pane of glass ; but it was enough, 
 and Dick remained in the outer darkness. 
 
 He was for the present satisfied ; the colonel 
 had read his note, and to-morrow would set all to 
 rights. 
 
 Alas for Dick ! this hope was but a shadow 
 too. The truth, which in this deceptive light cast so 
 false an image of itself, may be guessed from what 
 was actually passing inside the house as he turned 
 away to go home. 
 
 ' It was I who rang,' the colonel was saying to his 
 servant. 
 
 The man apologised for mistaking between the 
 
 two bells. 
 
 ' Go up to Madame de Montaut,' continued his 
 master, ' and tell her that Captain Estcourt is coming 
 here in about half-an-hour. Ask whether she wishes 
 us to come to the drawing-room, or would rather 
 not be disturbed.' 
 
 The man took the message at once. When she 
 heard it, Camilla's heart hardened. She was angered 
 at the idea of Dick's callousness in coming so soon 
 to discuss the details of his treason, and what she 
 had said to her brother-in-law she still meant very 
 decidedly. She would not work in league with a 
 traitor such as she supposed Estcourt to be. 
 
 ' Tell M. de Montaut,' she replied to the servant 
 in her iciest tones, ' that I prefer to be alone this
 
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 evening. And remember yourself that from this 
 moment until we leave London, I am not at home to 
 anyone.' 
 
 'Very well, madame,' said the man, and added 
 hesitatingly, ' but if Captain Estcourt should ask for 
 madame 1 ' 
 
 ( I am not at home to anyone,' she repeated with 
 deliberate emphasis. ' And particularly not to Cap- 
 tain Estcourt.' 
 
 He bowed, and returned to report to the colonel, 
 who seemed neither surprised nor dissatisfied at hear- 
 ing what Camilla's answer had been. 
 
 ' Very well,' he said, ' then I too am not at home 
 to Captain Estcourt.' 
 
 Dick, in the meantime, was on his homeward 
 way. The further he went the more impatient he 
 became for the night to be over and the present un- 
 comfortable state of things ended. He had no doubt 
 that everything would be right to-morrow ; he would 
 explain to the colonel that the whole affair was a 
 mistake, for which M. de Montaut himself was 
 chiefly to blame ; and as to Camilla — well, he hoped 
 and believed that she knew nothing of the matter, 
 but if she had thoughtlessly been led into expect- 
 ing help from him, it must have been from not fully 
 understanding his duty and position as an English 
 officer. A moment's talk would show her that his 
 honour was involved, and he would certainly win her 
 approval of the line he had taken. 
 
 He went over this ground again and again, and 
 longed for the explanation to be done with, that 
 he might be free to forget himself once more in 
 the enjoyment of her society. How long it seemed 
 
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 since they parted ! What an age since their delightful 
 meeting this morning ! That absurd but annoying 
 interview with old Wickerby had come between, and 
 all this worry about the colonel's preposterous invita- 
 tion. 
 
 However, by this time the colonel, at any rate, 
 was undeceived. Probably he had accepted the 
 rejection of his proposals in good part, and in spite of 
 all would welcome Dick again as a friend to-morrow 
 morning. 
 
 To-morrow. Why not to-night 1 It was now 
 some time, some considerable time, since he had 
 received and read the letter. Surely by this he 
 had got over his disappointment — if he had really 
 had any such feeling. Now was the opportune 
 moment for a visit ; in the morning there would be 
 the chance of going too early to see Camilla, or too 
 late to find her in. To-night she was certain to be at 
 home. 
 
 This last reflection decided Dick. He left his 
 rooms again, and walked quickly to Bedford Square. 
 He reached the doorstep flushed and breathless, and 
 rang the bell. It was exactly half-an-hour, to the 
 minute, since he had turned away to go home after 
 seeing the shadow on the blind. 
 
 The servant appeared. 
 
 ' Is Madame de Montaut at home ? ' asked Dick, 
 stepping forward to enter as he spoke. 
 
 'Not at home, sir.' 
 
 ' Colonel de Montaut then ? ' said Dick. 
 
 ' Not at home, sir,' repeated the man in the same 
 formal tone. 
 
 ' Thank you. I'll call to-morrow,' stammered
 
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 Dick in utter astonishment, and he turned mechani- 
 cally away. 
 
 The footman nodded after him, and grinned 
 maliciously. Then he closed the door and went to 
 report to his master. M. de Montaut took out his 
 watch. 
 
 ' Very good,' he said ; ' don't forget again to- 
 morrow,' and then as the man left the room, the 
 colonel too smiled with secret satisfaction. 
 
 ' My poor friend,' he murmured gently, 'my poor 
 young friend, does not know Captain Estcourt as well 
 as I do. He says, " to-morrow," I say " in half-an- 
 hour," and here he is again in twenty-nine minutes ! ' 
 
 He rose and went to the table, took up his half- 
 empty glass, and raised it to the light. 
 
 'As for a rebuff or two at the door,' he con- 
 tinued, with the same noiseless laugh, ' my poor 
 young friend must not mind that. We shall all meet 
 again before long ! Au revoir done ! ' and he tossed 
 off the wine and went upstairs. 
 
 That night Dick slept uneasily, and it was late 
 in the morning when he awoke. However, by half- 
 past ten he was again in Bedford Square, and rang 
 the bell with an outward appearance of calmness, 
 though his heart was beating fast within. 
 
 The same footman came to the door. 
 
 1 Is Madame de Montaut in 1 ' Dick asked. 
 
 ' Not at home, sir.' 
 
 ' Has she gone out this morning already ? ' 
 
 ' Madame de Montaut is not at home, sir,' re- 
 peated the man in the same invariable formula. 
 
 Dick thought he detected impertinence in his 
 voice, and flushed indignantly.
 
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 1 What do you mean 1 ' he said. 
 
 ' Those are my orders, sir.' 
 
 ' Did you tell Madame de Montaut that I was 
 intending to call upon her ? ' Dick asked this in a 
 still more peremptory tone. 
 
 ' Certainly, sir.' 
 
 ' Well, and what did she say 1 ' 
 
 'She said that she was not at home.' 
 
 ' Not at home to me ? ' said Dick, choking with 
 rage at the man's growing insolence of manner. 
 
 ' Particularly not at home to you,' replied the 
 footman, calmly closing the door in his face. 
 
 Dick stood for a moment petrified with anger 
 and dismay ; then with an effort he roused himself, 
 and walked steadily away, but with a terrible pain 
 gripping at his heart the while. Not that he could yet 
 believe any serious harm to have been done ; his 
 reason told him that Camilla was merely mistaken, 
 and that it still needed but a few words from him to 
 change her disappointment into sympathy, but his 
 feelings were sharply hurt, and would not let him 
 hear the voice of reason without interruption. It was 
 so cruel to inflict upon him, even under a mistake 
 or a natural sense of disappointment, a humiliation 
 such as he had just suffered at the hands of a 
 servant. 
 
 He reached his rooms again, and stayed there 
 some time, brooding miserably over the tangle in 
 which he had become involved, without, so far as he 
 could see, any definite fault on his own part. But 
 his natural modesty and frankness of character soon 
 took away this grievance ; he thought he must have 
 been in some way to blame himself, and he was hap-
 
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 pier for so thinking. He accused himself of culpable 
 blindness ; in his absorbing study of Camilla and his 
 own position in her thoughts, he had allowed to pass 
 without comment hints that for all he knew might 
 have been of the broadest and most compromising. 
 He had by his carelessness or stupidity raised hopes 
 in her mind which he must now appear to be dis- 
 honourably betraying. Her whole heart was in this 
 cause, and she must feel his defection more keenly 
 than an ingratitude personal only to herself. 
 
 To the colonel, as distinguished from her, he did 
 not give a thought : if he had done so, he would hardly 
 have treated him with the same leniency, for he had 
 been unable from the first moment to think it possible 
 for him to be genuinely mistaken as to the duty of an 
 English officer. A woman might be excused for not 
 thinking of such considerations, but to a man, and 
 especially to a soldier, they should have appealed at 
 once and with unanswerable force. 
 
 While he was occupied with these reflections a 
 friend chanced to come in. He stayed some time, 
 and when he left, Dick had to begin all over again 
 from the beginning. His train of thought was nearly 
 the same as before, and led him to the same con- 
 clusion. 
 
 He decided that he must see Camilla at once : he 
 would write a note begging for an interview, insist 
 on its being delivered to her while he waited, and if 
 absolutely necessary, make his way to her presence in 
 defiance of this insolent servant. 
 
 In twenty minutes after coming to this resolu- 
 tion, he appeared for the third time upon the door- 
 step of the house in Bedford Square, with the note
 
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 in his hand, and a look of determination upon his 
 face. 
 
 This time the door was open, and some men were 
 carrying out heavy packages to a waggon that stood 
 before the house ; the cook was standing by with 
 arms akimbo, superintending the work. She was a 
 stout person with a red good-humoured face, and she 
 looked upon Dick with an eye of kindly commisera- 
 tion, for she had heard in the servants' hall of his 
 present turn of ill-fortune, and thought her mistress 
 unaccountably hard upon so handsome and pleasant- 
 spoken a gentleman. 
 
 So she came out to the door, and bade him good- 
 afternoon with an affable smile. 
 
 ' If you're looking for madame or the colonel, 
 sir,' she said, ' I'm afraid you've come too late.' 
 
 Dick's heart stood still. ' Too late 1 ' he said in a 
 faltering voice. 
 
 ' Yes, sir, I'm afraid so : they've been gone more 
 
 than an hour.' 
 
 ' Gone 1 ' he echoed, ' where have they gone 1 ' 
 
 'Ah, sir, that's more than I know myself, and 
 we've all had strict orders not to say if we do happen 
 to know.' 
 
 Dick's face fell so hopelessly at this that she was 
 moved to pity him afresh. 
 
 ' I'm sure I'm sorry, sir ; and I don't know what 
 some folks mean by the way they go off of a sudden 
 and never a word to their best friends. There's 
 Albert now.' . . . But seeing Dick frown impatiently, 
 she left the history of Albert's delinquency and re- 
 turned to the subject in hand. 'I may be doing 
 wrong, sir,' she said, ' because I've my orders the
 
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 same as the rest, but if I was you I'd turn over some 
 o' them packages in the cart, and see where they're 
 going to.' 
 
 Dick turned quickly round to the waggon, which 
 was already half loaded. He examined package after 
 package, but all were unlabelled ; the men were 
 coming out again with a fresh load, but that, too, had 
 no direction upon it. In fact, as all the luggage 
 was bound, no doubt, for one and the same de- 
 stination, it was unnecessary that it should be 
 addressed. 
 
 Still there was one person — the driver of the 
 wasrafon— to whom the secret must have been confided, 
 and Dick determined to get it from him by bribery or 
 force. He thought it best, however, to wait until he 
 was out of the town and alone upon the road for this 
 purpose. So he waited about the square until the 
 baggage started on its way, and then set off to follow 
 it on foot. It was not difficult to keep up at first, 
 for the pace at which it went was slow. But out of 
 this another disadvantage arose. It would evidently 
 take a long time before a part of the road was reached 
 sufficiently lonely to put the driver completely in 
 Dick's power in case he should refuse to be bribed ; 
 vehicles of all kinds were passing in both directions, 
 and precious time was being lost. 
 
 He resolved to make an attempt at once, risking 
 all on persuasion and the power of gold. He overtook 
 the waggon and asked the driver to give him a lift 
 for a mile or two. 
 
 The man readily assented, and Dick was no 
 sooner up beside him than the horses doubled their pace. 
 He was a little surprised at this, but he would have
 
 106 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 been much more so if he could have known that the 
 waggoner had been holding in his team all this time, 
 with the express object of taking him up, and would, 
 in a few minutes more, have been driven to make 
 the offer himself if Dick had not come forward. 
 
 The colonel had foreseen that this man, who 
 could alone give any clue to the direction of the de 
 Montauts' flight, must sooner or later be run down 
 and questioned by Dick, and he therefore used him 
 as the surest agent for decoying the latter along the 
 way he wished him to take. 
 
 The man followed his instructions well, and Dick 
 found it impossible to get more out of him than an 
 admission that he was going that day as far as 
 Guildford. It was at any rate something to know 
 this, and Dick resolved to go to Guildford too. 
 
 With this object he patiently endured some time 
 the joltings of the waggon, but when the coach 
 passed he was glad to stop it and secure a more 
 comfortable seat and a quicker journey for the re- 
 mainder of the way. He intended to lie in wait for 
 the waggoner on his arrival in Guildford, and, if 
 necessary, to travel with him again on the following 
 day. 
 
 The coach stopped in front of the White Lion in 
 Guildford High Street. Dick dismounted, and began 
 to question the ostler to find out if the de Montauts 
 had passed through or were staying in the town. 
 He was unsuccessful in his inquiries, and was about 
 to turn away disappointed, when he heard someone 
 asking for him by name. 
 
 He looked round and saw a man on horseback 
 with a small valise in front of him upon the saddle.
 
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 ' Did I hear you inquire for me ? ' he asked. 
 
 ' Captain Estcourt, sir 1 ' said the man, touching 
 his cap. 
 
 ' That's right,' said Dick ; ' what is it 1 ' 
 
 The man dismounted from his horse, which was 
 covered with foam and dust. He lifted the valise 
 down, and took a letter from the saddle-bag. 
 
 ' That is for you, sir,' he said, and handed it to 
 Dick, who opened it in as leisurely a fashion as if he 
 knew its contents already, and betrayed not a sign 
 of the tempest of wonder and excitement that was 
 raging within him. 
 
 The letter was written in a formal clerk's hand, 
 dated from the Admiralty, and signed with a hiero- 
 glyph which was no doubt the autograph of some 
 high official. It ran as follows : — 
 
 ' Dear Sir, — The " Volunteer " has brought intelli- 
 gence that His Majesty's ship " Niobe," 74, has put 
 into the Cape of Good Hope to refit. She has lost 
 her captain and first lieutenant overboard in a gale, 
 and is reported severely damaged and short of all 
 stores. The brig " Speedwell " has been loaded with 
 the necessary material, and will take out an officer 
 to bring the " Niobe " home. Captain Truscott, to 
 whom this commission was offered, is at the last 
 moment unable to sail. If you are in a position to 
 take his place, you will be good enough to start im- 
 mediately for Mount's Bay, where the " Speedwell " 
 was to put in on Thursday next. You will be 
 carried as a free passenger to the Cape, where you 
 will take over command of the " ISTiobe ; " and for this 
 purpose the present letter shall be a good and suffi-
 
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 cient authority to the officer now in charge to hand 
 her over to you. 
 
 'In the event of your being unavoidably pre- 
 vented from accepting, you will be good enough to 
 re-address and forward this letter to Captain Ander- 
 son at Portsmouth without delay.' 
 
 Dick read without understanding anything be- 
 yond the general purport of the letter, but he 
 grasped clearly enough that Camilla was lost to him 
 for many months at least. 
 
 For this was a commission not to be refused. 
 Not only had he given his word to her, as we have 
 seen before ; but duty too called upon him now 
 with a claim no less binding than that of loyalty to 
 his promise. If he had been ready last time to 
 accept an offer of promotion, how much more was 
 he bound to step forward now when the service 
 really needed him in an emergency. 
 
 He might well have reflected also that to hang 
 back from this work would be to ruin his career 
 irretrievably. For in those days of keen rivalry for 
 employment on active service, a much smaller cause 
 was often a welcome excuse for striking one more 
 name off the list of competitors. 
 
 But the idea really never entered his head. He 
 was wanted, and he must go. 
 
 He roused himself to consider ways and means 
 at once, and his eye fell upon the valise, which the 
 messenger was still holding in his hand. 
 
 To his surprise he recognised it as his own. 
 
 ' Where did you get this ? ' he asked. 
 
 ' From your house, sir,' replied the man ; ' there's
 
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 a uniform and a few things in it his lordship thought 
 vou might want, as you wouldn't have time to go 
 back to town.' 
 
 ' His lordship ? whom do you mean ? ' 
 ' It was Lord Glamorgan, sir, that gave me the 
 letter.' 
 
 'Ah! that explains it!' exclaimed Dick, 'but 
 how did Lord Glamorgan or you know where I had 
 gone 1 ' 
 
 'His lordship sent me to your house, sir, and 
 they sent me on to Number 23, Bedford Square.' 
 ' And they told you there 1 ' 
 
 ' Yes, sir ; they said you'd gone off after a waggon 
 on the road to Guildford.' 
 
 ' Very well,' said Dick, ' now you had better go 
 and bait your horse. Come to me in the parlour 
 when you're ready to go back, and I'll give you an 
 answer for Lord Glamorgan.' 
 
 Half -an -hour afterwards the man knocked at the 
 door of the room where Dick was writing his ac- 
 ceptance to the Admiralty, and his thanks to his 
 patron for this second piece of cruel kindness. He 
 handed them to the messenger with a liberal pour- 
 boire, and rang the bell to make arrangements for 
 continuing his own journey. 
 
 While he was talking to the host a clatter of 
 hoofs was heard outside the window. 
 
 ' There goes my man,' thought Dick ; ' he's a hot 
 rider it seems. I wish to heaven he had broken his 
 neck on the way here ! ' 
 
 He did not notice that the clatter died away 
 down the street instead of up it ; and he was there- 
 fore far from suspecting that the messenger was
 
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 galloping hard to deliver his letters, not to the 
 Admiralty or to Lord Glamorgan, but to the colonel, 
 at Southampton dock. 
 
 CHAPTER X 
 
 Dick had a long and hurried journey before him, and 
 he made preparations accordingly for starting in 
 good time on the following morning. He also tried 
 once more to find out from the driver of the waggon 
 where the de Montauts' baggage was to be delivered ; 
 but the man, though assured that Dick himself had 
 no longer the time to follow him, stoutly refused to 
 give any further answer, and by daybreak next 
 morning he had disappeared, waggon and all, without 
 giving anyone a clue to his destination. 
 
 When he discovered this, Dick's heart sank ; he 
 had lost his last link with Camilla, his last chance 
 of hearing of her again before he left England ; 
 and though to learn where she was would have 
 been of little use to him, since he could not possibly 
 go to her, still the knowledge would have saved him 
 at any rate from the cold, blank feeling of darkness 
 and solitude which now enveloped him. 
 
 The three days of travelling passed drearily by ; 
 with every mile the happy past was left more irre- 
 coverably behind, and still the future was formless 
 and impenetrable. When the third day came he 
 realised finally that his old life was dead ; buried it 
 with uncomplaining sadness, and turned away to 
 wonder what was coming. 
 
 The sun was setting as he left Helston for the
 
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 last stage of his journey ; when he came in sight of 
 Mount's Bay there was but one golden bar left in 
 the western sky. Gradually this too faded, and a 
 grey misty twilight began to creep over the bay. 
 St. Michael's Mount loomed in sight, weird as the 
 enchanted castles of fairyland ; in the highest turret 
 glimmered a single light, making the mist more 
 drear and the silence yet more desolate. 
 
 The opposite shore was wrapped in darkness, but 
 on the broad water between twinkled here and there 
 tiny restless sparks that Dick knew for the lanterns 
 of the ships at anchor. One of them doubtless was 
 the fate that he must follow ; will-o'-the-wisp or 
 guiding-star, there it gleamed among the rest, with 
 the dim shivering night around and the fathomless 
 sea beneath. 
 
 A mile or two more, and they came rattling into 
 the streets of Penzance, and Dick awoke from his 
 reverie. He inquired for the ' Speedwell,' and found 
 that she was lying out towards Newlyn, and was to 
 sail at daybreak. 
 
 Her captain had been ashore that afternoon, look- 
 ing out for a passenger who had been expected by 
 the coach an hour before. 
 
 Dick engaged a boat and ordered supper at once ; 
 by ten o'clock he was alongside the brig, and half an 
 hour later fast asleep in his berth, forgetting for the 
 present all journeys whether by land or sea. 
 
 He awoke next morning to find the ship already 
 on her way. The captain was waiting for him on 
 deck ; a grey, wrinkled man with a short grizzled 
 beard and a somewhat slouching air about him, Dick 
 thought. He was disappointed, for he had hoped
 
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 to find a more congenial companion for the two 
 months or more that lay before him. But he must 
 make the best of the man, whatever he was, and so 
 came up to greet him with goodwill. 
 
 ' I'm your passenger,' he said, ' and I ought to 
 have reported myself last night, but they told me 
 you were busy, and I was too tired to wait. My 
 name is Estcourt, captain of His Majesty's ship 
 " Niobe," when you bring me to her.' 
 
 'Ay, ay,' replied the other, ' I was in the service 
 myself once, but I wasn't called Worsley then.' 
 ' Indeed ! ' said Dick, and stopped embarrassed. 
 The captain was apparently troubled by no such 
 feeling, and went on. 
 
 ' I was broke for a trifle/ he said ; ' a young man's 
 folly. But I don't know that I've been much the 
 worse. It's a hard service — the king's — you make 
 no money in it, and glory's a thing I never took 
 much account of.' 
 
 Dick had nothing to say to this ; the words 
 seemed to him contemptible, but the easy indifference 
 with which this disreputable old man uttered them, 
 inclined him rather to amused tolerance than indig- 
 nation. 
 
 So he changed the subject. 
 ' Where shall I breakfast 1 ' he asked. 
 'With me,' said the captain. 'You'll find me 
 pretty snug below, and that's the main thing in this 
 world, eh 1 I don't care how many trips I make in 
 the " Speedwell," if I'm always as comfortable and 
 as well paid.' 
 
 Dick could hardly say that he hoped never to 
 make another voyage in the brig, or that he already
 
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 wished this one over ; but both thoughts came dis- 
 tinctly into his mind. 
 
 ' It was a stroke o' luck,' continued his garrulous 
 companion, ' just a stroke o' luck. I'd had nothing 
 to do for long enough, and was getting a bit down ; 
 and then suddenly my lords find themselves short of 
 a hand, and come running to me, cap off, and money 
 down on the nail.' 
 
 ' That's pretty much what happened to me,' said 
 Dick ; ' they were in a hurry, and the man before 
 me failed them at the last moment.' 
 
 'Ay, ay,' replied the captain, 'they must have 
 been in a hurry too, or they'd never have come down 
 to an old dog like me and such a ramshackle ci^ew, 
 to carry His Majesty's stores, let alone His Majesty's 
 officers,' he added with an affable grin. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said Dick, ' what sort of fellows have you 
 got on board then 1 ' 
 
 ' All sorts,' answered the captain, ' and more than 
 that. There's English Jacks and French Johnnies, 
 and a couple o' Spaniards and a nigger ; I never saw 
 such a first-to-hand lot in my life. They're willing 
 enough, you know, but it's the rummest crew to be 
 working a navy ship.' 
 
 ' The brig herself looks to be fast and well found,' 
 said Dick, with an approving eye on the white canvas 
 bellying aloft. 
 
 ' Oh, she's well enough,' replied the captain care- 
 lessly ; ' there's better and there's worse, no doubt. 
 Let's go down to breakfast ; ' and he led the way 
 below. 
 
 Dick followed in silence ; this time he was not 
 amused, but wholly disgusted. A man may think 
 
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 poorly of himself, but he has no business — if he is a 
 sailor — to think poorly of his ship. Whatever she 
 may be, from a three-decker to a sloop, from a cock- 
 boat to a full-rigged ship, every vessel is to every 
 right-minded man aboard her, the tautest and the 
 prettiest craft afloat. But to her unworthy captain, 
 the ' Speedwell,' with her curved sides and slender 
 masts, with the rainbow flashing from her cut- 
 water, and her canvas towering like mounds of white 
 summer cloud into the sky, was nothing more than a 
 means of making easy gains and living ' snug ' the 
 while in contented degradation. 
 
 This view, openly expressed, and continually re- 
 peated by chance words and gestures, was a source 
 of annoyance and irritation to Dick as long as it 
 was novel to him. After he had got used to his 
 quarters and his company, he was more and more 
 able to dismiss both the one and the other from 
 his mind, and to spend his time alone with his own 
 thoughts. 
 
 These were by no means as gloomy as might have 
 been expected ; the sun-light and sea-air, the familiar 
 motion of the ship, and the work on board, in which 
 he now and then took an active part, all combined to 
 produce in him a keen sense of health and energy 
 that no trouble of the mind could entirely blunt. 
 Moreover, his conscience was as clear as his eye was 
 bright, and he was strong enough to feel that to have 
 missed happiness did not make honour less worth 
 winning. 
 
 So the days went by, for the most part in cheerful 
 content ; only now and then his brow clouded when 
 they spoke a passing ship, and answered the cheers
 
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 and waving signals of English men and women home- 
 ward-bound. 
 
 Sometimes he was even happy for an hour, for the 
 water he sailed was no obscure or unknown sea. From 
 Corunna to Cadiz there are names and memories 
 upon its shores that might have stirred the very 
 ship herself, as she swept past them with the flag of 
 empire rippling at her masthead. 
 
 On the ninth day they passed St. Vincent ; the 
 sun was setting, and the crags of the Cape were 
 sharply relieved against the opposite horizon, all 
 aglow with answering fire. Far beyond them, lost in 
 the vast glimmering distance towards the east, lay a 
 yet more famous headland, and Dick, as he leaned 
 over the bulwarks and vainly strained his eyes to- 
 wards Trafalgar, felt his breath quicken with a great 
 inspiration and his hands clench with the fighting 
 instinct of his race. 
 
 But now the ' Speedwell ' left the coasts of Europe 
 and passed on southwards into the region of the 
 islands. The ordinary route to the Cape lies outside 
 these groups, the Azores being the only stopping 
 point on the voyage for most English vessels. Est- 
 court, seeing that the brig stood into the east and 
 took a more direct line, concluded at once that she 
 was to touch at Madeira or the Canary Isles. 
 
 ' No,' said the captain when he hazarded this 
 conjecture ; ' I wish we could put into Funchal or 
 Santa Cruz. They're both pleasant places when 
 you've a day or two to spare, but my orders are to 
 sail straight for Boavista in the Cape Verd Islands ; 
 there's some passengers to come aboard there.' 
 
 ' Passengers ? ' cried Dick in astonishment. 
 
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 ' Oh, they won't trouble us long/ said the captain ; 
 ' they go off again at Ascension. I suppose they're 
 coin" about looking after the Government colonies 
 in these parts. When we're rid of them, we shall have 
 a clear run to the Cape.' 
 
 Dick felt by no means so anxious about their 
 departure ; he was pleased to think that he would for 
 some days, at any rate, have the monotony of his 
 voyage enlivened by new companions, and he began 
 to look forward eagerly to the moment when he would 
 no longer be alone at every meal with old Worsley 
 and his flow of demoralised conversation. 
 
 A few days more, and Madeira was left on the 
 starboard quarter ; they passed through the Canaries 
 between Teneriffe and Grand Canary, and on April 
 15th came at last in sight of Boavista, and dropped 
 anchor towards evening in the roads on the north- 
 west of the island. 
 
 Within a quarter of a mile of them lay a large 
 merchant vessel with English colours at the top, and 
 Dick was not long in getting a boat lowered and 
 rowing off to visit her. She turned out to be the 
 ' Hamilton,' from Southampton to Bahia ; her captain 
 greeted Dick cordially, but he was almost alone on 
 board, all the passengers having gone ashore for the 
 day, and half the crew being away in search of 
 water. ' I hear,' said Dick, ' that you've some pas- 
 sengers for us. Who are they 1 ' 
 
 ' Madame Schultz and M. Frochard,' replied the 
 captain ; ' they're Swiss colonists for Ascension- 
 brother and sister— and there's a Spanish seaman 
 named Gildez who's working out his passage to the 
 Cape.'
 
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 ' I'm disappointed to hear that,' said Dick. ' I had 
 hoped for one or two fellow-countrymen to talk to ; 
 we're deadly dull on the brig.' 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said the captain of the ' Hamilton,' laugh- 
 ing, 'you'll be lively enough now. Frochard is a 
 firstrate fellow for stories, and speaks English 
 capitally ; and his sister's a real beauty, if only she 
 wouldn't keep to herself so much.' 
 
 The boats were now seen putting oft' from the 
 shore. When they came near to the ships one of them 
 left the rest and steered for the ' Speedwell.' 
 
 1 There go your passengers,' said the captain to 
 Dick ; ' they said good-bye to me before leaving this 
 morning, and now all that remains is for you to take 
 their baggage over in your boat, if you'll be so 
 good.' 
 
 1 Certainly,' replied Dick, ( I'm ready as soon as 
 it is loaded.' 
 
 ' Avast there ! ' said the captain ; ' we're not so 
 inhospitable as that. You must stay and meet the 
 rest of our company at supper.' 
 
 The remainder of the passengers were just coming 
 on board. Estcourt was introduced to them all in 
 turn, and they sat down to supper soon afterwards. 
 They were a very uninteresting lot ; chiefly Portu- 
 guese and English men of business, voyaging for 
 mercantile houses with a South American connec- 
 tion. But the crowded table, the hum of conversa- 
 tion, and the continual laughter were a welcome 
 change to Dick, and he delayed his departure till the 
 last moment. 
 
 When he returned to his own ship he found that 
 his new companions had already gone to their cabins ;
 
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 their baggage was carried down to them, and finding 
 that they were not likely to appear again that night, 
 Dick soon afterwards turned in himself. 
 
 He was already drowsy, when he became slowly 
 conscious that he was listening to a noise which 
 seemed to have been going on for an indefinite length 
 of time. 
 
 It was the sound of two voices ; whether far off 
 or near he could not tell, but as his half-awake sense 
 took in the monotonous alternation of the tones, 
 he was dimly aware of a strange familiarity with 
 both. 
 
 It dawned upon him at last that one was Captain 
 Worsley's voice ; but the other seemed still like a voice 
 in a dream, utterly remote from the real world, and 
 yet in a way even more real to him than that which 
 preceded and followed it. 
 
 Over and over again he thought himself upon the 
 point of remembrance, but he never quite reached it, 
 and in a short time the bland soothing tones over- 
 came him like a spell, and he fell into a dreamless 
 sleep. 
 
 Whether it was long afterwards or not he could 
 not tell, but he awoke again while it was still dark, 
 and heard this time a more certain sound. A boat 
 was clearly being lowered, and he recognised the 
 splash of the oars as it left the ship's side. He must 
 have slept again after that, for he knew nothing more 
 until he heard the boat on its return strike the brig 
 amidships with a dull jar. The smothered sound of 
 an angry exclamation followed ; the men climbed on 
 deck and drew up the boat. Dick was vaguely 
 wondering whether he were awake or in a dream,
 
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 when all noise ceased, and once more deep oblivion 
 fell upon him. 
 
 When he awoke next morning the mysterious 
 noises of the night had passed entirely from his re- 
 collection. He hastened on deck, and found that he 
 was the first to arrive there. It was a fresh breezy 
 morning, and the brig was cutting the waves gallantly 
 as she went southward in long tacks. Four or five 
 miles away to starboard the ' Hamilton ' was winging 
 her way to the westward, the courses of the two 
 vessels diverging more and with every minute. The 
 islands lay like tiny clouds upon the horizon behind 
 them, and the long, low coastline of Africa was 
 visible to larboard under a rainy sky. 
 
 Dick took a careful survey, and began to pro- 
 phesy to himself about the weather. 
 
 ' Those who are expecting to-day to be the same as 
 yesterday,' he murmured sententiously, ' will be pro- 
 bably a good deal ' 
 
 As he spoke, the words died away upon his lips 
 and the torpor of helpless astonishment seized upon 
 him. He could not turn his head, he could not 
 move : but he heard behind him a voice that shook 
 the inmost fibres of his soul. Whether it came from 
 the sky or the sea, if he were mad or sane, living or 
 dead, he knew not, but these were the lovely tones 
 in which Camilla spoke, in the old times before he 
 had to begin life anew. 
 
 The voice came nearer, and still he could not or 
 dared not move. Then, suddenly, another voice 
 answered — the strange familiar voice of the night be- 
 fore — he remembered it in a flash, and knew it for 
 Colonel de Montaut's.
 
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 He turned swiftly and was face to face with 
 them. 
 
 The colonel came towards him at once with out- 
 stretched hand, and with a cordial smile upon his 
 face ; but Dick passed him and went forward to 
 Camilla. 
 
 She stood still for a moment while he advanced, 
 her cheeks flushing with sudden amazement and in- 
 dignation ; then as he spoke her name and held out 
 his hand, she turned to the colonel, with anger blaz- 
 ing in her eyes and trembling in her voice. ' I am 
 going below,' she said, ' and I leave you, sir, to ex- 
 plain to this gentleman that I have not the honour 
 of his acquaintance.' 
 
 CHAPTER XI 
 
 Dick set his teeth and turned without a word to the 
 colonel for the explanation. 
 
 The colonel was not for a moment at a loss ; he 
 had long been preparing for the present difficult 
 situation, and now that he had the opportunity of 
 dealing with Dick and Camilla separately, he was 
 no longer doubtful of the result ; his last anxiety 
 vanished with the haughty figure now disappearing 
 beneath the companion hatch. 
 
 He linked his arm in Dick's with a friendly 
 smile, and began to walk with him slowly up and 
 down the deck in silence. 
 
 ' My friend,' he said presently, ' my sister-in-law 
 and you misunderstand each other ; you are both 
 young, and youth is so intolerant of difference ! I
 
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 am older, and I understand you both ; I am less 
 prejudiced, and can sympathise with each in turn. 
 I am happy to be here, for I have no doubt,' he con- 
 tinued, ' that I shall be able to effect a speedy 
 reconciliation.' 
 
 ' But what is the matter 1 ' cried Dick ; ' I don't 
 understand ! ' 
 
 'Precisely,' replied the colonel, ' nor does Madame 
 de Montaut. You do not see why your very natural 
 refusal to join our little plot should cause anyone 
 surprise or pain. She, on the other hand, lias never 
 thought of the difficulty of it from your point of 
 view. She supposed you to have accepted, and was 
 therefore sharply disappointed at finding that we 
 must do without you after all.' 
 
 ' Yes, yes ! ' cried Dick, ' I know all about that 
 mistake. Of course you all thought I had accepted 
 when I came to Russell Street that unlucky morn- 
 ing ; but how could you, how could she, think me 
 for a moment capable of doing such a thing 1 That's 
 what hurts.' 
 
 ' My dear Estcourt,' answered the colonel with a 
 deprecatory smile, 'you mustn't be too hard on us. 
 I confess I ought to have known better, but I was 
 hard put to it ; as for Madame de Montaut, she 
 never understood the question. I fear the line I 
 took may have been the cause, for she trusts me per- 
 haps more implicitly than she ought to do,' and the 
 colonel shook his grey head with a very becoming 
 modesty. ' And then you must remember,' he con- 
 tinued, ' that she knew you were friendly with Lord 
 Glamorgan and other members of the Opposition, 
 who profess to desire nothing so much as the Em-
 
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 peror's liberation. I suppose their speeches are but 
 counsels of perfection, and not intended to be taken 
 literally, but that is one of the things we in France 
 can never understand about you English. We are 
 the slaves of logic, and cannot comprehend how a 
 man can preach gravely what he would think it 
 wrong for himself or anyone else to put into 
 practice.' 
 
 Dick was vanquished ; and indeed he wished no 
 better fate. His heart warmed gratefully as he 
 listened to this ingenious defence of Camilla for a 
 crime she had never committed ; he forgave her 
 freely for the humiliations she had heaped upon him; 
 he inwardly did penance for so unworthily misjudg- 
 ing her, and he would have embraced the colonel on 
 the spot if he had been of a less restrained and un- 
 demonstrative habit, for he was strongly moved be- 
 neath the surface. 
 
 His companion was still talking at his side in the 
 same smooth strain, but he did not listen ; he was 
 lost in a foretaste of the delightful days to come, 
 and was only brought to himself by the sudden re- 
 collection that they would be fewer than he had 
 been allowing himself to reckon. He turned round 
 upon the colonel. 
 
 ' Why must you leave us so soon ? ' he asked 
 abruptly. 
 
 The colonel was staggered for a moment. 
 
 ' So soon 1 ' he said ; ' so soon as what ? ' 
 
 ' The captain said you were only going as far as 
 Ascension.' 
 
 'Ah, yes,' said the colonel, recovering himself, 
 ' Ascension ; yes, that's all.'
 
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 ' You can't be meaning to stay on such a desert 
 island,' said Dick, a-tremble with hope. ' I suppose 
 we can wait while you do your business there and 
 take you on to the Cape afterwards 1 ' 
 
 'Thank you,' replied the colonel, giving him a 
 meaning look ; ' but we cannot afford to go quite so 
 far as the Cape, though I confess to you in confi- 
 dence that we do not intend to stay longer than we 
 can help at Ascension.' 
 
 Dick reflected, and in a moment or two he had 
 comprehended the meaning of this remark. About 
 half-way in a direct line between Ascension and the 
 Cape lies the island of St. Helena : that of course 
 was the de Montauts' real destination. He under- 
 stood now why they had sailed in the ' Hamilton ' 
 under false names. He saw, too, that he must 
 abandon all hope of prolonging the time of their 
 companionship with him, for the ' Speedwell ' could 
 not land the conspirators at St. Helena without be- 
 coming in some degree their accomplice. As for 
 himself, he already knew more than he wished to 
 know. Clearly the colonel was in the right, and on 
 all accounts he must carefully avoid any reference 
 to this dangerous subject. 
 
 M. de Montaut was watching him all this time, 
 and read his face like an open book. 
 
 ' Now then,' he said at last, ' I am going down to 
 speak to my sister-in-law. I think you had better 
 wait for me up here, if you don't mind.' 
 
 Dick willingly assented, and the colonel left him 
 to pace the deck alone, while he went off to attempt 
 the second and more difficult part of his mediation. 
 
 'Ah ! ' he murmured to himself as he made his
 
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 way below, ' it is easy enough to persuade a man of 
 anything, more especially if it's not the truth ; but 
 Camilla is unfortunately not a man. Never mind,' 
 he added, as he knocked at her door, ' she must per- 
 suade herself, that's all,' and he entered the cabin 
 with as meek and helpless an expression as he could 
 manage to put on. 
 
 Camilla was in a state of feverish agitation ; she 
 attacked him at once. 
 
 ' Well,' she cried, ' and what does this mean, 
 sir 1 ' 
 
 The colonel hung his head. 
 
 ' Did I not tell you,' she continued, ' that if 
 Captain Estcourt went with you I should stay 
 behind ? ' 
 
 ' I thought perhaps you might think better of it.' 
 
 ' Do I generally threaten what I do not mean to 
 carry out ? ' she retorted. To this he made no 
 answer, and his silence suggested, as it was intended 
 to do, that it was now rather late in the day for the 
 fulfilment of this particular threat. 
 
 1 Do you not see,' she went on, ' into what a 
 position your foolish obstinacy has entrapped me 1 ' 
 
 ' I am very sorry,' murmured the colonel. 
 
 ' It is infamous of you,' she cried. ' Here we are, 
 with our enterprise already launched ; for me to turn 
 back now would be to forfeit my share in the glory 
 of success : to send him away would be to ruin all.' 
 
 ' I'm afraid it would,' said the colonel in a tone 
 of discouragement ; and he looked about him frown- 
 ing, as if perplexed at the difficulty of the dilemma. 
 
 Camilla's indignation was by this time beginning 
 to exhaust itself : to hammer so abject an opponent
 
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 was merely beating the air, and of that the strongest 
 fighter soon wearies. 
 
 ' What am I to do 1 ' she cried in despair. 
 
 ' Couldn't you go on as you are doing 1 ' he sug- 
 gested. 
 
 ' What ? live for a fortnight cooped up here with 
 a man whom I've insulted to his face 1 ' 
 
 ' It's not your fault,' he replied ; ' he brought it 
 on himself.' 
 
 ' No, no ! he did not ! ' she answered hotly. ' It 
 was your doing from the beginning.' 
 
 ' I asked him to come, I admit,' said the colonel, 
 'but he shouldn't have accepted.' 
 
 ' How can you 1 ' she exclaimed, ' how dare you 
 compare his share in it with your own ? You were 
 the tempter, you were the suggester of evil : his con- 
 duct in yielding may seem strange to us, but we 
 cannot tell what good reasons he may have had for 
 taking a less severe view of his duty in this instance. 
 He belongs to a party which has long favoured the 
 Emperor's release ; he was no longer actually em- 
 ployed by the English Government, which has treated 
 him with ingratitude ; he was chivalrously devoted 
 to us, his friends, and there may have been other 
 reasons. I could wish that he had acted differently, 
 but I will not hear you blame him.' 
 
 The colonel hugged himself in secret : it was an 
 exquisite pleasure to hear his own sophistries arrayed 
 against him and to see them working out his own 
 purpose after all. Some gleam of satisfaction must 
 have twinkled from a crevice in his assumed stolidity, 
 for Camilla stopped, as if partly conscious of some- 
 thing inconsistent in her argument.
 
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 'Don't misunderstand me,' she cried ; ' I do not 
 take back anything of what I said.' He interrupted 
 her. 
 
 ' Of course not,' he said ; ' I was waiting to re- 
 mind you that as we are to touch at Ascension you 
 have still a free choice ; we could easily laud you 
 there for a fortnight and take you off again on our 
 return from St. Helena. You would lose none of the 
 credit of the undertaking, and you would still share 
 the Emperor's triumphal return to Europe.' 
 
 ' I will consider that/ she replied, ' before we 
 reach Ascension, but it was not what I was thinking 
 of. What I meant to tell you was that in any case 
 I refuse to have Captain Estcourt forced upon me as 
 a colleague. I decline to recognise him in that posi- 
 tion, and you may tell him that if he and I are to 
 meet, it must be on other ground, and expressly on 
 condition that the object of this voyage is never 
 mentioned.' 
 
 The colonel sighed, not, as she supposed, with re- 
 signation, but with relief and perfect satisfaction. 
 
 'I will go to him at once,' he said, and left the 
 cabin, still dejected and submissive in appearance. 
 
 As he climbed the companion ladder, however, 
 his demeanour underwent a complete change, and it 
 was with a beaming face that he emerged upon the 
 deck, where Estcourt was anxiously awaiting his 
 return. 
 
 ' It is all right,' he said cordially ; ' I knew it 
 would be. She has quite got the better of her dis- 
 appointment, and is sorry for having hurt your feel- 
 ings just now. Her indignation, it appears, was not 
 directed at you but at me, whom she blames severely
 
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 for having been the original cause of all this trouble. 
 I confess it, but I assure you I was far from intending 
 to estrange you from us.' 
 
 1 Don't say another word ! ' cried Dick, seizing 
 his hand and shaking it in a fervour of gratitude 
 ' I'm your debtor for the rest of my life ; but now let 
 me go to her at once.' 
 
 'Stay a moment,' s;iid the colonel holding him by 
 the sleeve ; ' let me give you one last hint before you 
 go. No wise man expects an apology from a woman 
 under any circumstances.' 
 
 ' Apology 1 ' Dick broke in impatiently. ' Of 
 course not ! ' 
 
 'Very well then,' continued his companion, 'that 
 1 icing so, it will prevent any possible awkwardness if 
 you ignore the late regrettable incident altogether. 
 And I may add that I know you would be consulting 
 her own wishes if you refrained from mentioning the 
 object of our voyage at all ; the subject is not one 
 with pleasant associations as between herself and 
 you.' 
 
 Dick thought the colonel a model of judgment 
 and kindness ; he thanked him again hastily, and 
 went below with a beating heart. 
 
 Camilla was in the saloon by herself ; she flushed 
 when he entered, but greeted him naturally, and 
 without any reference to what had passed. While 
 her hand lay in his she looked at him a little sadly, 
 he fancied, as though a tinge of her first disappoint- 
 ment still remained : but that surely was natural 
 enough, and needed only time to efface it from her 
 memory. Meanwhile he had a fortnight — a whole 
 age — of happiness before him.
 
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 The colonel, who had calculated with nicety the 
 time he ought to allow them, now came discreetly in 
 and suggested breakfast. 
 
 ' Certainly,' said Dick ; ' it is long past the time, 
 but where's Captain Worsley 1 ' 
 
 ' Oh,' replied the colonel, ' haven't they told you ? 
 He's got a fever, and can't leave his berth to-day.' 
 
 ' That's rather sharp work,' said Dick ; ' he 
 seemed all right when I left the ship yesterday.' 
 
 ' Yes,' said the colonel, ' there is a sudden kind 
 of feverish attack which is not uncommon, I am 
 told, in these latitudes. It took him quite suddenly, 
 just as we came on board ; he was very queer, and 
 kept me up late into the night talking in the most 
 random manner. I thought you must have heard 
 us,' he added, with a quick searching glance at 
 Dick. 
 
 ' I did hear you ! ' replied the latter, ' and that 
 reminds me that I also heard, or fancied I heard, a 
 boat put off in the middle of the night, and come 
 aboard again some time later.' 
 
 ' Just so,' said the colonel ; 'that was what he and 
 I were arguing about. I wanted some things I had 
 forgotten fetched from the " Hamilton," and Captain 
 Worsley refused me a boat, but I got my own way 
 at last with some difficulty.' And having fired off 
 this explanation, which he had had ready loaded and 
 primed for some time past, he turned the conversa- 
 tion adroitly back to the ' Hamilton,' and the inci- 
 dents of their voyage from England. When the 
 meal was over, Dick remembered the captain again. 
 
 ' I can't say I regret old Worsley's temporary 
 absence,' he remarked, ' for I prefer very much our
 
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 present party of three ; but I think I must go and 
 see him, for the sake of civility.' 
 
 'I don't think I would if I were you,' said the 
 colonel lightly ; ' he's still rather over-excitable this 
 morning, and he has apparently, for some absurd 
 reason, taken a special dislike to you.' 
 
 Dick laughed. ' I'm not afraid of his tongue,' 
 he said ; ' I'm shot-proof against marine gunnery,' 
 and he went towards the door. 
 
 The colonel turned away and bit his moustache. 
 He dared not insist further, for fear of arousing sus- 
 picion ; for, upon the face of it, what could it matter 
 to him whether Dick went or not 1 But in reality 
 a good deal was at stake, and Dick's sudden resolve- 
 had taken him for once unprepared. So he sat still, 
 and listened with desperate anxiety to hear what 
 would follow. 
 
 The ' Speedwell's ' construction between decks 
 was not quite that of an ordinary brig. She was 
 large, but, as was only reasonable in a ship carrying 
 Government stores, she had no provision for a num- 
 ber of passengers, but was instead fitted with un- 
 usually ample quarters for the captain and three or 
 four others. Thus, while the saloon was small, there 
 were on each side of it three good cabins, or rather 
 state-rooms, instead of the ordinary berths. On the 
 starboard side Madame de Montaut, the colonel, and 
 Dick were quartered ; on the opposite side were the 
 captain's two rooms and the mate's cabin. A narrow 
 passage was left on each side between these state- 
 rooms and the saloon. The colonel, with his head 
 against the wooden wall of the latter, could hear 
 perfectly all that passed on the other side, and, in 
 
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 fact, when Dick stood at the captain's door he was 
 within a yard of him. 
 
 First he heard him knock — once, and again 
 louder. 
 
 There was no answer. The colonel was rigid, 
 but his eyes betrayed intense anxiety. Camilla had 
 fortunately gone to her own cabin, and there was no 
 one to observe his unconcealable agitation. 
 
 Dick knocked a third time. The colonel ground 
 his teeth and drew in his breath. 
 
 A rattling noise followed. Instantly the tension 
 of his limbs relaxed, and a look of relief spread over 
 his face. Dick had tried the door and found it 
 locked. 
 
 The colonel got up and wiped his brow. His 
 secret was safe now, and he must get ready for 
 another little scene in the comedy, which could not 
 be long delayed. 
 
 Dick meanwhile was knocking again, and calling 
 Captain Worsley by name. 
 
 Still there was no reply, and he began to fear 
 that the unfortunate man had fainted, with no one 
 at hand to look after him. 
 
 He turned to the mate's room. It was empty. 
 He knocked more loudly yet upon the captain's 
 door. Finally, he was about to rush away to find 
 the mate on deck, when he caught the sound of 
 someone moving about inside the room. 
 
 ' Open, open ! ' he cried ; ' why don't you open 1 ' 
 
 The door swung inwards as he spoke. A strange 
 man stepped quickly out. Then, as Dick drew back, 
 he stooped and coolly locked the door behind him. 
 
 As he raised his head again, Dick stared at him
 
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 in amazement. It was not Captain Worsley, but 
 Hernan Johnstone, the pilot of the ' Edgar ' at 
 Copenhagen ! 
 
 CHAPTER XII 
 
 'Johnstone!' cried Dick at last, 'what does this 
 mean ? How do you come to be here ? ' 
 
 ' From the "Hamilton," ' replied the man ; ' I'm 
 working out to the Cape.' 
 
 ' But they told me your name was Gildez.' 
 
 ' So it was on the barque yonder. You see, my 
 own's a bit too famous for general use. But here 
 I'm among friends, and can fly what flag I please.' 
 
 'Among friends?' said Dick ; ' what do you mean 
 by that?' 
 
 ' It seems I've an old acquaintance with you 
 to begin with,' said Johnstone impudently, 'and 
 then I've come a good way with Madame and the 
 colonel.' 
 
 'Answer me,' said Dick, angrily, 'and remember 
 your place ! ' 
 
 'So I do,' retorted the other; 'I'm captain of 
 this ship for the time being.' 
 
 Estcourt was more astounded than ever, and in- 
 dignant at the brazen face of the fellow. ' Come, 
 my man,' he said sternly, ' your tongue's too loose ; 
 you'd best tell me the plain truth at once.' 
 
 ' You've got it already,' replied Johnstone. ' I'm 
 to sail the brig for Captain Worsley until he's on his 
 legs again.' 
 
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 ' By whose authority 1 ' 
 
 ' His own ; he's an old friend o' mine. We've 
 made many a lucky voyage in company before now, 
 and he knows there's no crew afloat that I couldn't 
 handle.' 
 
 Dick looked at the herculean frame and fierce 
 domineering face before him : he remembered how 
 the boldness and force of the man had indelibly im- 
 pressed him years ago at Copenhagen, and he felt 
 that Worsley was amply justified in his opinion. 
 And he reflected, too, that it mattered little to him 
 who sailed the ' Speedwell,' so long as she was safely 
 carried into port ; in fact, of the two men he pre- 
 ferred Johnstone, for, though he was less respectful 
 than Worsley, he was at any rate beyond comparison 
 more active and courageous. 
 
 ' Well,' he said at last in a mollified tone, ' I dare- 
 say you'll make as good a captain as we need have ; 
 if you don't, you'll have me to reckon with, you 
 know.' And he was about to turn away, when he 
 remembered that he had had no explanation yet of 
 the locked cabin. 
 
 1 If you'll be good enough to unlock that door,' 
 he said, ' I'll go in and pay Captain Worsley a 
 visit.' 
 
 At this moment the colonel appeared in the 
 passage. 
 
 ' And how is Captain Worsley getting on now ? ' 
 he asked as he came towards the other two. 
 
 ' That's just what I want to find out for myself,' 
 replied Dick, and he held out his hand for the 
 key. 
 
 Johnstone drew back a step, but seemed uncertain
 
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 whether to comply or not. The colonel, standing 
 a little behind, frowned and shook his head over 
 Dick's shoulder. Johnstone put the key back in his 
 pocket. 
 
 ' Excuse me, sir,' he said to Estcourt with more 
 respect than he had yet shown, 'but I have strict 
 orders to the contrary, and I daren't go against 
 them.' 
 
 Before Dick could speak the colonel intervened. 
 
 1 1 think you told me,' he said to Johnstone, ' that 
 Captain Worsley showed an unreasonable prejudice 
 against Captain Estcourt in particular 1 ' 
 
 1 Yes, sir, he's very violent,' replied the man, ' and 
 if he's thwarted while he's in this state I won't be 
 answerable for the consequences. And just now he's 
 sleeping heavily after his dose.' 
 
 Dick saw that it was of no use to press the matter 
 further ; there was something odd about the whole 
 affair, but he was really very little interested in the 
 patient or his case, and, having done enough for 
 civility, was quite seady to turn away to the more 
 attractive society of Camilla and her brother-in-law. 
 But he had scarcely yet recovered from his surprise 
 at meeting Johnstone again so unexpectedly after 
 twenty years, and made a remark to that effect as 
 he went up on deck with the colonel. 
 
 'Johnstone 1 ' said M. de Montaut ; ' what John- 
 stone 1 ' 
 
 1 Do you remember my talking to you of a man of 
 that name — a famous smuggler — who volunteered to 
 steer the ship on which I served at the battle of 
 Copenhagen 1 ' 
 
 * Ah, yes,' replied the colonel. ' I remember the
 
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 incident perfectly, but I had forgotten the man's 
 name. But what do you mean/ he continued, ' by 
 saying that you have met him again % ' 
 
 'He is our new captain, the man we have just 
 been speaking to.' 
 
 ' Impossible ! ' exclaimed M. de Montaut ; ' that 
 was the Spanish sailor Gildez, who was in the 
 " Hamilton " with us.' 
 
 ' That's the man for all that,' replied Dick. ' I 
 knew him at once, and he answered to his right name 
 without question ; the other was only assumed, for 
 reasons best known to himself.' 
 
 ' Really,' said the colonel, ' you cannot imagine 
 how you interest me ! I must have a good look at 
 this romantic figure next time I see him.' 
 
 ' And, perhaps,' said Dick, ' Madame de Montaut 
 may also be interested to know that she is sailing 
 under the auspices of so celebrated a captain.' 
 
 The colonel was here again in a difficulty which 
 he had not foreseen. Camilla had, of course, known 
 all about Johnstone for weeks past, and would not 
 in the least understand Dick's surprise at finding him 
 on board. Any conversation between them on this 
 topic might lead to an explanation, and all explana- 
 tions must be rigorously postponed until the moment 
 arrived for the mine to be sprung once for all. Risks 
 of this kind must be perpetually occurring ; it was 
 the colonel's business to keep eyes and ears inces- 
 santly open, and be ready, since he could not possibly 
 foresee them all, to meet each one as the emergency 
 arose. He was ready now. 
 
 ' My dear Estcourt,' he said confidentially to Dick, 
 ' if I were you I shouldn't enlighten her as to the
 
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 identity of this Johnstone with the hero of your 
 story.' 
 
 ' Why ? ' asked Dick in astonishment. 
 
 ' Well, you may think me absurdly cautious, but 
 it is only for your own sake if I am. You know how 
 anxious I am for your success with Camilla.' 
 
 Dick gi'ew hot with mingled embarrassment and 
 gratitude. 
 
 1 This man,' the colonel continued, ' once tried — 
 as I think you yourself told us — to capture the 
 Emperor by a desperate stratagem ; my sister-in-law 
 has had a particular horror of him ever since she 
 heard this, for she thinks he must have been actuated 
 by motives of personal malice : you know how her 
 enthusiasm runs away with her. If she is not told, 
 she probably will not think of connecting this man 
 with that incident merely because of the name. In 
 any case, if she is to learn of the identity, let it be 
 through me, and not through you, from whom she 
 might think the information in bad taste.' 
 
 ' I don't quite see it,' said Dick, ' but, no doubt, 
 you're right. I'd rather bite my tongue out than hurt 
 her feelings, and I'm very grateful to you for the 
 hint.' 
 
 ' You see,' said the colonel in a paternal tone, 
 ' I'm a good deal older than you, and perhaps I have 
 a somewhat finer eye for these little difficulties.' 
 
 ' Of course,' replied Dick humbly, ' I know I'm 
 desperately clumsy ; it is the best of good luck that 
 you are at my elbow so often to put me straight.' 
 
 The colonel echoed this remark in the depths of 
 his heart, and added a feiwent hope that the best of 
 good luck might continue for a few days longer.
 
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 Rain now began to fall heavily, and they were 
 obliged to go below. The wind rose in gusty starts, 
 sail after sail was reefed, and by the middle of the 
 afternoon the brig was scudding along before the 
 gale with her masts almost bare. She was at all 
 times unusually fast, but she was now flying along 
 at nearly half again her ordinary rate, and for six 
 whole days she never relaxed her speed. 
 
 In spite of the rain and the spray which from 
 time to time swept over her, Dick and Camilla spent 
 a good part of every day on deck, keenly sympa- 
 thising with each other in delight at the swift 
 exhilarating motion of the vessel and the unchang- 
 ing restlessness and grandeur of the waves over 
 which she passed so lightly. 
 
 The colonel, being not so good a sailor, was seldom 
 able to join them in their enjoyment of this storm- 
 carnival. In spite, however, of their freedom from 
 the restraint of his presence, they did not talk much 
 to one another, but, in the midst of the vast and 
 desolate loneliness around them, they crept, as it 
 were, closer and closer together, and the steady rush 
 of the salt wind swept away from their minds all 
 perplexity about the past and all anxiety for the 
 future. For a time — for a time at least, they were 
 once more thoughtlessly happy, and the ship beneath 
 them seemed to share their reckless joy as she 
 alternately poised herself upon the ridgy crests, 
 and shot from slope to slope of the green hills of the 
 sea. 
 
 Of the rest of the company on board they took 
 but little heed. The mate never came their way ; the 
 captain was reported still unable to stir outside his
 
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 cabin, where Dick, after one or two more ineffectual 
 requests for admittance, was quite content to leave 
 him. The colonel had struck up a considerable in- 
 timacy with Johnstone, whom he pronounced to be 
 not nearly such a ruffian as he looked. When the 
 ship's motion was not too violent he went on tours 
 of inspection with the new captain, and was even 
 found by Dick one morning alone in the hold, ex- 
 amining the cargo with incomprehensible energy and 
 interest. 
 
 ' I can't think,' said Estcourt, laughing, ' what on 
 earth you can find to amuse you in the sight of all 
 these casks and cases.' 
 
 ' It is the thought of what they contain that 
 fascinates me,' replied the colonel, who was in a 
 humorous mood. 
 
 ' What 1 ' cried Dick, ' stores and fittings fascinate 
 you 1 That's a dry taste ! ' 
 
 ' Ah ! ' said M. de Montaut, ' but I have the 
 poet's vision ; I look beyond the mere articles them- 
 selves to the results they may effect. These 
 packing-cases, you say, are but necessaries for the 
 refitting of your ship. I see more than that ; from 
 the parts I reconstruct the whole in imagination. 
 I see, rising from these fragments, an entire vessel, 
 with a fate of her own, and fraught with many 
 destinies. Nay, who knows,' he added with mock 
 sententiousness, ' but the ship that lies hidden in 
 this despised cargo of yours may change the course 
 of history ! ' 
 
 Dick laughed again. ' My dear colonel,' he said, 
 ' you see a good deal more than I do ; I find it un- 
 comfortably dark down here.'
 
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 ' Ah, that's because I'm standing between you and 
 the light,' replied the colonel, taking up the lantern. 
 ' Come, let's go upstairs again,' and he led the way 
 back to the middle deck, 
 
 During the night of the 22nd the wind fell to a 
 steady breeze, and on the following morning they 
 saw the sun again at last, standing over a headland 
 that lay on the larboard quarter. 
 
 The colonel appeared at breakfast with a chart, 
 and Dick, borrowing it from him, explained the 
 position of the ' Speedwell ' to Camilla. 
 
 ' Here,' he said, putting his finger upon the map, 
 ' is the stretch of coast along which the wind and 
 the Guinea current have been hurrying us so fast. 
 Here is Cape Palmas, which we have just passed, and 
 now we shall see no more of the shores of Africa. 
 You see, we have been carried a little too far to the 
 east already, and Ascension lies right below us in 
 mid-ocean there.' 
 
 ' And how far is it ? ' asked Camilla. 
 
 'Twelve or thirteen hundred miles,' said ths 
 colonel, who was also looking on with interest. 
 
 ' Hardly so much as that ; I wish it were,' said 
 Dick, 'but I am afraid eight or nine days at the 
 outside will take us there.' 
 
 ' And from there,' asked Camilla, still poring over 
 the chart, ' how far is it to St. Helena ? ' 
 
 ' I can't say exactly ; to the Cape it is about 
 two thousand five hundred miles, but that is the 
 straight course, by which you go some way outside 
 St. Helena, and don't even pass near enough to see 
 the famous pigeons.' 
 
 ' What are they 1 '
 
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 'Oh, they're only a kind of pigeon peculiar to 
 that island ; but they're rather well known for their 
 beauty and because they're found nowhere else. 
 They often come circling round a ship at an immense 
 distance from the land, and the sailors catch them 
 to take home to their friends, but they mostly die 
 before the voyage is over.' 
 
 ' Have you ever seen them 1 ' asked the colonel. 
 1 What are they like 1 ' 
 
 ' They're small grey birds, very graceful and light 
 on the wing, with bright pink legs, and a curious 
 band of white under the eye.' 
 
 ' I suppose we shall see some of them at Ascen- 
 sion,' said the colonel. 
 
 c No,' replied Camilla ; ' didn't you hear Captain 
 Estcourt say that they are peculiar to St. Helena 1 ' 
 
 'But surely they must have made their way 
 across at some time or other ; the two islands are 
 not so very far apart.' 
 
 'It is curious,' said Dick, 'but I assure you thai 
 there are none to be found anywhere else. If I saw 
 one of them, I should know to a certainty that I was 
 off St. Helena, though the moment before I had been 
 thinking myself in the Pacific or the North Sea.' 
 
 He rolled up the chart and returned it to the 
 colonel, who went off with it to his own cabin, and 
 did not reappear for some time. 
 
 Dick and Camilla went on deck, and enjoyed the 
 sun and blue sky after so many dark days. 
 
 ' Do you know,' she said, ' that I did not always 
 enjoy that perpetual rush of wind and rain ; and if 
 I hadn't seen that you were quite cheerful about it, 
 I should have really been quite alarmed at times.'
 
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 Dick smiled. ' I was more timid than you, I 
 expect ; I was by no means as cheerful as I looked.' 
 
 ' Then there was danger 1 ' she asked. 
 
 ' There was a lee shore, and there were nights in 
 which we could see nothing.' 
 
 ' Then how could the ship be steered 1 ' 
 
 ' She couldn't ; she drove before the wind, which 
 happily was in the right direction ; all the steersman 
 could do was to stand to his helm and be always 
 ready for a sudden danger.' 
 
 ' What work ! ' she cried. ' Then it was really 
 one man who saved us all 1 ' 
 
 'Oh no,' he answered, 'that's too much to say ; 
 let's hope he would have saved us if he had had the 
 chance.' 
 
 ' How can you speak so lightly of him ! ' she ex- 
 claimed warmly. ' He is a hero, and I shall thank 
 him myself ! ' 
 
 Dick was silent, and looked away. 
 
 Johnstone was passing near, and Camilla called 
 to him. 
 
 ' What is your steersman's name 1 ' she asked as 
 he approached. 
 
 Dick had made some hasty excuse, and was gone 
 in a moment. 
 
 ' We've been taking the wheel in turns of late,' 
 said Johnstone ; ' but on the worst nights Captain 
 Estcourt wouldn't let her out of his own hands.' 
 
 She nodded and turned away ; Johnstone passed 
 on with an approving shake of the head. 
 
 ' My word ! ' he muttered, ' he would be a fool to 
 stick at scruples now ; he'll be better paid than me 
 by a long sight.'
 
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 As for Camilla, this episode brought to a decisive 
 end the struggle which had been going on at intervals 
 in her mind since she came on board the ' Speedwell.' 
 
 She was convinced, and glad to be convinced, 
 that Dick was indeed the man she had thought him 
 of old ; whatever had been his reasons for joining in 
 this expedition, they were not, she felt certain, either 
 weak fondness for herself or disloyalty to the colours 
 under which lie served. 
 
 With this conclusion, which was rather due to 
 instinct than reasoning, and was but half consciously 
 present to her mind, her old feelings towards him 
 resumed their place, and the restraint which she had 
 hitherto endeavoured to put upon them broke down 
 completely ; she allowed herself to delight once more 
 in his strong simplicity, the hearty abruptness of 
 his speech and manner, and the sailorlike skill and 
 patient courage of which his modesty took so small 
 account. 
 
 Eight days passed in great content. The colonel 
 troubled them with his society less than ever ; when 
 he was not alone in his own cabin, he was generally 
 in that of Captain "Worsley, of whom he gave reports 
 to the others twice a day. 
 
 It appeared that the medicines on board were in- 
 sufficient ; the ' Speedwell ' carried no surgeon, in 
 spite of the twelve weeks' regulation, which expressly 
 includes the Cape ; and the patient's condition was, 
 therefore, unsatisfactory, and at times even critical. 
 
 Hearing this, Dick foresaw that the remainder of 
 his voyage would probably be spent in the sole com- 
 pany of Johnstone, and he began to realise how 
 quickly and how pleasantly the last two weeks had
 
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 flown. To-morrow, Camilla would leave the ' Speed- 
 well,' and with her would go for the present all the 
 sunshine of life. Happily, he had discovered that 
 she had no intention of hiding herself again from 
 him ; she was evidently anticipating a meeting in 
 the near future, though under what circumstances he 
 had no means of guessing. To his great surprise, the 
 next day passed without any sign of the island of 
 Ascension coming in sight. He supposed that the 
 brig had not been kept straight to her course, and in 
 his heart thanked Johnstone for the bad navigation 
 which had given him another day's happiness. 
 
 But when the 2nd and 3rd of May had come and 
 gone, and still not a speck was visible upon the vast 
 expanse of ocean around them, he took a more serious 
 view of the matter, and thought it his duty to speak 
 about it. 
 
 ' Johnstone,' he said, when the others had retired 
 for the night, ' have you taken your bearings to-day 1 
 Do you know where we are 1 ' 
 
 'Yes, sir, within an easy day's sail of the 
 island.' 
 
 ' Then we shall have been twelve days coming a 
 thousand miles ; how's that 1 ' 
 
 The other was silent. 
 
 ' I told you,' Dick continued, ' that I should hold 
 you answerable ; now I give you warning that I'm 
 not satisfied so far.' 
 
 ' I'll warrant you'll be satisfied enough by this 
 time to-morrow,' grumbled Johnstone in a low voice. 
 
 Estcourt turned away, pretending not to hear this 
 remark, which, however, in the sense in which he 
 took it, struck him as being a just enough retort.
 
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 That night the wind rose again, and the sky next 
 morning was once more completely overcast ; about 
 noon wet squalls began to strike the ship. 
 
 When the rain ceased for a time towards sunset, 
 Johnstone came down to the saloon to tell them that 
 the island was in sight. 
 
 Dick and Camilla went up together on deck. 
 
 ' There ! ' he cried, as he stepped from the main- 
 hatch, ' she's on the larboard bow ; I knew the fellow 
 had gone wide of his course ! ' 
 
 And, in fact, the island, which should have lain 
 before them to the right, was visible just upon the 
 left-hand side of the line of the bowsprit. 
 
 Camilla scarcely heard his exclamation ; she was 
 standing motionless, with one hand on the capstan to 
 support herself, gazing aloft at a small flock of birds 
 that were wheeling swiftly round and round the 
 topmasts. 
 
 Dick turned to speak to her, and started lo see 
 the look of bewilderment upon her face ; he followed 
 her glance upwards, and was even more amazed. 
 
 'St. Helena!' he murmured. 'Great Heaven! 
 what can this mean 1 ' And he ran downstairs to find 
 Johnstone, shouting for him by his name. 
 
 The voice of M. de Montaut answered him from 
 the captain's cabin ; the door was ajar, and he stepped 
 hastily in. 
 
 On one side stood Johnstone and the colonel ; on 
 the other lay the captain's berth ; it was empty. 
 
 • Where is Worsley ? ' he cried in fresh astonish- 
 ment. 
 
 Johnstone laughed ; the colonel held up his hand 
 to rebuke him.
 
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 ' What does all this mean ? ' Dick exclaimed. ' "We 
 are at St. Helena ! ' 
 
 ' My dear Estcourt,' said the colonel, ' I have long 
 owed you an explanation ; if you will come into the 
 saloon I shall be happy to give it you.' 
 
 CHAPTER XIII 
 
 Dick entered the saloon with an ominous foreboding 
 that a struggle was at hand ; he had but a dim and 
 confused idea of the nature of the contest, but he 
 felt instinctively that, since the colonel was to be his 
 antagonist, he was likely to need all his courage and 
 more than all his wits. 
 
 M. de Montaut followed close behind him, and 
 after entering locked the door and put the key in his 
 pocket. Dick took no heed of this action ; it could 
 not have been aimed at him, for in strength of body 
 he was easily the other's superior. 
 
 They sat down at the table opposite to one another. 
 The colonel looked fixedly into his companion's face ; 
 it was essential that he should realise exactly the 
 mood with which he had to deal. 
 
 Dick fronted him with an uncompromising frown. 
 
 ' Well ! ' he said, ' your explanation, sir ! ' 
 
 The colonel took his gravest air of courtesy. 
 
 ' Some time ago,' he began, ' my sister-in-law and 
 I found ourselves in need of a loyal friend. Chance 
 threw you in our way. I esteemed, and she en- 
 thusiastically believed in you. After careful con- 
 sideration I invited you to help us.' 
 
 'And you had your answer,' replied Dick shortly.
 
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 ' For the moment, yes ; and a great disappoint- 
 ment it was ; but fortune has now given us another 
 opportunity, and we hope to be more successful this 
 time in persuading you.' 
 
 'Never ! ' said Dick. ' Is that all V and he rose 
 from his seat as if to close the conversation. 
 
 A noise was heard at the door ; Camilla was 
 trying the handle. 
 
 'Is M. de Montaut there 1 ' she cried. 'I must 
 speak to him at once.' 
 
 ' Certainly,' replied the colonel from within, ' in 
 five minutes' time, if you will excuse us for so long ; 
 we have matters of importance to discuss.' 
 
 She turned away towards her own cabin, and he 
 began again, inviting Dick with a polite gesture to 
 resume his seat at the table. 
 
 ' You may perhaps have overlooked the fact,' he 
 said, ' but the situation is entirely changed since 
 your letter of refusal was written. We were in 
 safety there in London ; here, at St. Helena, we 
 are in peril of our Lives ; our train is fired, we must 
 abide by the result ; if you fail us now we are 
 ruined.' 
 
 Dick made an impatient gesture, but he sat on, 
 and his face changed. 
 
 The colonel pressed his point. 
 
 ' For myself,' he said, ' I trust I may say that I 
 am not afraid ; I have escaped from prison more 
 than once, and at the worst I can face death. But 
 the thought of Camilla's fate is more than I can 
 bear.' 
 
 He paused, and then went on in a low agitated 
 voice : 
 
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 'My friend,' he said, 'have you ever seen a French 
 convict-ship ? I have ; it is many years ago, but 
 the recollection of those stifling cages, and the mass 
 of scarcely human misery huddled behind the bars, 
 is a nightmare with me to this day.' 
 
 Dick's breath hissed inwards through his teeth. 
 
 ' Silence ! ' he said sternly. ' Not another word, 
 or I strike ! ' 
 
 The colonel did not flinch. 
 
 ' Strike, and welcome,' he replied, ' if you think 
 that will save her.' 
 
 'No,' said Dick, ' nothing that I can do will save 
 her ; it would take the sacrifice of my honour, and 
 that I cannot offer nor she accept.' 
 
 ' Your honour 1 ' said the colonel. ' Surely it is 
 too late to speak of that now 1 ' 
 
 ' Why so J Why late 1 ' 
 
 ' Because it has long been compromised beyond 
 retrieving.' 
 
 'What do you mean 1 ' 
 
 ' My dear Estcourt,' said the colonel in his most 
 serious and reasonable tone, ' I see that you don't yet 
 understand the gravity of your position. Let me 
 put it briefly before you. You will remember that one 
 day in March last I wrote a letter asking you to join 
 in this expedition of ours, and naming a place of 
 rendezvous in case of your assenting to my proposal. 
 You kept that appointment, and were then and there 
 introduced to your fellow-conspirators.' 
 
 ' Nonsense ! ' interrupted Dick. ' You know I 
 wrote the same evening to explain that mistake.' 
 
 ' Indeed ? ' replied the colonel coldly. ' It is odd 
 that my servant never brought the note to me.'
 
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 • No ! ' cried Dick, remembering the shadow on th& 
 blind in Bedford Square. ' No, but I saw you take 
 it from the letter-box yourself.' 
 
 ' Unfortunately,' said the. colonel, ' I have no re- 
 collection whatever of doing so. If I ever did it, I 
 feel sure that nothing will recall it to my mind, and 
 as no one else seems to have known of the existence 
 of the letter, I fear that this part of your argument 
 breaks down for want of corroboration.' 
 
 ' Xo matter,' retorted Dick triumphantly. ; I 
 can prove, for all that, that I never thought of ac- 
 cepting, for I didn't get your letter until after I 
 came back from Russell Street.' 
 
 ' Excuse me,' said the colonel, ' but your own 
 servant has sworn that you opened it before eleven 
 o'clock that morning.' 
 
 ' Sworn I My own servant ? To who: 
 
 'To me. She mentioned the matter when I 
 called for you one day before leaving town, and told 
 me that you had scolded her and quarrelled with your 
 lawyer. Mr. Wickerby, about the seal of the letter, 
 which she is certain you broke yourself.' 
 
 Dick was silent, and turned in his chair with an 
 angry and impatient movement. He remembered 
 too well the overwhelming manner in which Xr. 
 "Wickerby had marshalled the evidence against him 
 that afternoon, and was sta^ered to find how fatal 
 had been his contemptuous disregard of that worthy 
 gentleman's advice. Clearly the battle was going 
 against him here, and he fell back upon his third 
 line of defence. 
 
 ' What is the use,' he cried. ' of arguing about 
 that ? If the truth were known, I believe you broke 
 
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 the seal yourself ; but what does it matter now ? 
 The best proof that I scorned your treasonable offers 
 is that I came away directly afterwards on business 
 of another kind.' 
 
 ' I see no evidence of that,' replied the colonel ; 
 ' you sailed without us, it is true, but you rejoined us 
 at Cape Verd, and have come with us to St. Helena.' 
 
 ' Not of my own knowledge or free will. I sailed 
 for the Cape, as every clerk in the Admiralty knows, 
 and as this letter will show beyond dispute ;' and he 
 took from his pocket the paper containing the in- 
 structions for his voyage, and held it up. 
 
 The colonel did not offer to read it. ' I am very 
 much afraid,' he said, ' that that letter never saw the 
 inside of the Admiralty ; and as for His Majesty's 
 ship "Niobe," I know that she is in the Madras 
 roads, sound from stem to stern, and with her full 
 complement of officers and men.' 
 
 For a moment the room reeled round Dick's head. 
 He clutched the table with both hands, and looked 
 at his enemy without seeing him. 
 
 ' You see,' continued the colonel, ' it must have 
 been for our sakes after all that you came. You 
 have no other reason to give.' 
 
 But Dick had now recovered himself. The whole 
 force of his character was roused by his indignation 
 at this monstrous series of frauds, and though the 
 ground had three times slipped away beneath him, 
 he was doggedly determined to defend his position 
 while there was an inch of foothold left. 
 
 1 Look here,' he said with ominous calmness, ' let 
 me tell you this. I came here innocent, and I am 
 going back innocent. You have, by shameful deceits
 
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 and devilish cunning, brought me with you so far, 
 but nothing you say or do or threaten can move me 
 a hair's-breadth further. Without my heJp your plot 
 will fail, as you yourself know well ; and when you 
 are in Malcolm's hands we'll see whether he'll believe 
 you or me first.' 
 
 The colonel did not betray it by so much as the 
 trembling of an eyelid ; but this last stroke of Dick's 
 was a downright blow, and might, if not parried, 
 mean the ruin of his whole fabric of ingenious policy. 
 
 His manner accordingly became lighter and more 
 indifferent. 
 
 ' Come, come, my dear Estcourt,' he said, ' you 
 are taking the matter too seriously. I don't think 
 you realise what it is I am asking of you. I don't, 
 of course, expect you to take any responsibility for 
 our plan, or to do anything which could be censured 
 as a breach of duty or the rules of your service. I 
 only ask you, in the absence of Captain Worsley, to 
 take command of the " Speedwell " for twenty-four 
 hours, and bring her to anchor off the island here 
 until to-morrow night. On Sunday morning we shall 
 be ready to sail again. What we do in the meantime 
 cannot be laid to your charge — if, indeed, it were 
 ever discovered — for you know nothing of our de- 
 signs, as we would all bear you witness in case of 
 need.' 
 
 Dick rose. 'Colonel de Montaut,' he said in a 
 stern incisive tone, ' I have borne with you so far, 
 and I am ashamed of my own patience. Every 
 word you utter is a fresh insult,' he exclaimed with 
 sudden fury in his eyes, ' and if you do not leave me 
 instantly, before God I will avenge myself ! '
 
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 The colonel unlocked the door without a word. 
 With great alacrity he slipped out and locked it 
 again on the other side. 
 
 As he did so he heard a light footstep hastily 
 retreating. He followed immediately, and was in 
 time to see the door of Camilla's cabin softly closed. 
 
 He approached noiselessly, and listened outside 
 in his turn. She was sobbing, and if the colonel had 
 not been somewhat flustered by his late unceremo- 
 nious dismissal, so keen an observer would have noted 
 that her sobs were the quick half-laughing utterance 
 of intense relief. 
 
 But he was not now concerned with Camilla's 
 feelings. He had Estcourt yet to conquer, and he 
 went off in search of Johnstone to help him in the 
 struggle. 
 
 He found him on deck, taking a last look at the 
 sky, which threatened wind, and was now rapidly 
 darkening with the sudden approach of the Southern 
 
 night 
 
 The colonel explained the position to him from 
 beginning to end. ' Now,' he said in conclusion, 
 'you see the one thing absolutely necessary. So 
 lung as he hopes to clear himself with Malcolm, he 
 will defy us. Once let him commit himself too far 
 for that, and he is ours body and soul.' 
 
 ' What do you want him to do 1 ' asked John- 
 stone ; ' you give it a name, and I warrant I'll make 
 him do it.' 
 
 ' Yes,' replied the colonel, ' I think it is time that 
 you tried your hand now. The game of skill is up, 
 and we must see what force can do for us. I want 
 him to write a letter to Admiral Malcolm, asking for
 
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 permission to anchor the brig off Jamestown for 
 twenty-four hours. He needn't write the whole 
 letter even. I can do it for him, provided he signs 
 it. He can't draw back after that.' 
 
 ' That'll do,' said Johnstone ; ' I'll see to it, never 
 fear ! ' 
 
 ' I'll have the letter ready after supper then,' said 
 the colonel as he went below ; ' and remember that, 
 if lie refuses to sign when I ask him, I shall leave 
 him to you at once ; but, of course, you will avoid 
 taking any irretrievable step until the last possible 
 moment.' 
 
 ' I understand,' answered Johnstone with a grin ; 
 1 obstinate as ever he likes, he shan't meet with a 
 fatal accident not till the guardboat men set foot 
 on board ; after that I can't answer for what may 
 happen. It's a long fall into the hold, and some folks 
 are so careless of themselves.' 
 
 The brutality of this jest displeased the colonel, 
 who was above all things a man of taste, but he 
 could not afford just now to be critical of his tools, 
 so he let it pass without rebuke, and went to order 
 supper. 
 
 The meal was served to Dick in the saloon, with 
 Johnstone on guard at the door ; to the colonel alone 
 in the captain's room ; Camilla, locked in her own, 
 refused all persuasion to eat or drink. 
 
 A long time passed, and silence reigned unbroken 
 between the decks of the 'Speedwell.' 
 
 The evening wore on, and still the colonel delayed 
 to play the final stroke ; he hoped that Dick, if given 
 time to think over the position in cool blood, might 
 be shaken by one or other of the arguments which
 
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 had been placed before him only to be rejected while 
 the fit of indignant surprise was still upon him. 
 
 It was nearly midnight when Camilla at last 
 heard her brother-in-law leave his cabin and call 
 Johnstone ; the two men spoke together for a moment 
 in a low voice and then entered the saloon. 
 
 Dick started up as they came in ; he looked tired 
 and grim ; his cheeks were sunk and furrowed with 
 lines that told of anger and determination. 
 
 ' Perhaps,' said the colonel, 'you have now thought 
 matters over, and are prepared to reconsider your 
 decision. I do not wish to be unreasonable, and I 
 am ready to meet you half way ; all I now ask is 
 that you should demand permission to anchor from 
 your old friend Sir Pulteney Malcolm. It is a most 
 natural request to make and, in fact, no more than 
 is really necessary for the safety of the vessel in 
 such weather as this.' 
 
 Dick kept a scornful silence. 
 
 The colonel drew out a paper and placed it on 
 the table before him. 
 
 ' To save you all trouble,' he said, 'I have myself 
 written out the letter, which now only requires your 
 signature.' 
 
 Dick brushed the paper contemptuously aside, 
 and half wheeled his chair round away from them. 
 
 1 1 am prepared to give you time,' continued the 
 colonel, ' but only in reason ; and I would advise you 
 not to run it too fine, for I do not conceal from you 
 that by a continued refusal you will force us to 
 extremes.' 
 
 ' To put it short,' said Johnstone, ' you'll sign 
 that paper in an hour or die for it.'
 
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 At this moment the door was suddenly opened ; 
 Johnstone was pushed aside, and a -white figure 
 passed swiftly round the table to Dick's right hand. 
 
 Dick sprang to his feet ; for a moment the three 
 men were silent, all staring expectantly at Camilla, 
 as she stood holding out both her hands to Dick. 
 
 Then the colonel was heard to curse between 
 his set teeth. Dick turned upon him triumphantly ; 
 in each hand gleamed a pistol, loaded, cocked, and 
 primed ; at his side stood Camilla, with pale face and 
 Hashing eyes. 
 
 1 Have no mercy ! ' she cried, in the ringing voice 
 of an angel of vengeance. ' No mercy ! they had 
 none on you ! ' 
 
 He raised his hands ; Johnstone glared at him 
 like a tiger brought to bay ; the colonel shrank back 
 into the corner of the room, and the cold sweat came 
 out in great beads upon his forehead. 
 
 Camilla would have spoken again, but her voice 
 broke in an uncontrollable sound between a sob and 
 a laugh. 
 
 Dick turned to her. 
 
 'I give them back to you,' he said ; 'one is of 
 your kin, and the other nothing but a tool.' 
 
 She flung out her hand towards them in their 
 corner. 
 
 ' Do you hear 1 ' she said ; ' take back your shame- 
 ful lives ! And now,' she cried, taking a pistol from 
 Dick's hand, ' now, my soul's captain, come away 
 with me ! ' 
 
 She would have raised the pistol, but he took her 
 by the wrist. 
 
 ' No, no, dear heart,' he said gently, ' surely that
 
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 too would be surrender ; let's fight the ship until she 
 sinks.' 
 
 He laid both pistols upon the table, and pushed 
 them across to the colonel. 
 
 ' And now/ he said, ' get you gone ; I wish to 
 speak with this lady undisturbed.' 
 
 The colonel hesitated, but in a flash Johnstone 
 caught him with a grip of iron, and whirled him, 
 helpless, through the door. 
 
 CHAPTER XIV 
 
 Dick and Camilla were alone together, and face to 
 face at last. There was no hesitation, no shadow of 
 reserve between them ; this one hour was theirs, 
 though the rest were the very darkness of despair. 
 
 She came towards him joyfully, and with a proud 
 smile threw her arms about his neck ; then drew her 
 head a little back and looked long into his eyes, 
 where the light of love shone steadily, undimmed by 
 any sadnes3 of farewell. 
 
 ' How could I,' she murmured, ' how could I think 
 you less than greatest V 
 
 1 Nay,' he said, ' how could I think you wished 
 me to be so 1 ' 
 
 And they forgave each other in a long silence of 
 possession. 
 
 At last Camilla started painfully ; the colonel's 
 voice was heard outside ; he passed without enter- 
 ing, but with the hateful sound her mood was 
 changed ; peace fled, and a great terror and per- 
 plexity took hold upon her. Dick saw it and took
 
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 her in his arms again ; she clung to him des- 
 perately. 
 
 ' What am I to do 1 ' she cried ; ' what can I do 1 ' 
 
 ' That which you came to do,' he answered quietly; 
 'but first you must rest; the strain of all this has 
 worn you out.' 
 
 ' Rest ! ' she said. ' I cannot — until ' And her 
 
 voice failed. 
 
 ' I know what you would say,' he replied. ' You 
 are troubled by uncertainty about me, but you must 
 try to dismiss that from your mind ; whatever comes 
 to me, you have your work to do, and you must 
 do it.' 
 
 She looked at him reproachfully, but could not 
 speak. 
 
 He understood her again, and answered her un- 
 spoken thought. 
 
 ' No,' he said, ' I am not forgetting, but you 
 yourself once made me promise that I would put 
 aside love for duty. I have no need, I know, to 
 make the same request of you.' 
 
 As he spoke, the scene of that promise came back 
 before her eyes ; she saw the ballroom at Glamorgan 
 House, his trembling hope, and her own pride and 
 self-sufficiency. She saw the little room itself, 
 vividly clear in every detail ; the very chair in which 
 she sat enthroned, the low seat in which he stam- 
 mered and was silent, while she spoke for both. 
 How she despised that old superb and arrogant self ! 
 To have exulted in a trivial superiority of quick 
 speech and ready wit, and here, when called to 
 action, and in face of the spiritual abysses of life, to 
 stand shuddering and dumb, leaning for support upon
 
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 the very will that she had thought to hend so easily 
 to her caprice ! 
 
 She bowed her head in an agony of self-reproach ; 
 it seemed to her that no Emperor ever lived whose 
 liberty was worth the price of such a life, and for a 
 moment she longed to forswear her allegiance, if she 
 could have found words to utter her revolt. 
 
 But now Dick was speaking again, and it seemed 
 as though he had divined her thought in part at 
 least. 
 
 I That old promise,' he said, ' has bound me twice 
 already; I found it hard, but I obeyed ; this third 
 time I could not do so, but that the promise is en- 
 forced by a yet stronger law. It is a bitter, cruel 
 necessity, but I must fight against you and your 
 cause ; I can but warn you that I shall do my 
 best.' 
 
 Her heart beat fast. ' And 1 1 ' she said faintly. 
 
 I I know,' he answered, as if to spare her the 
 words. 'I know, you cannot sacrifice your loyalty 
 to the Emperor, even for me.' 
 
 In utter simplicity he had misunderstood her ; 
 her weakness was doubly rebuked, and she felt him 
 tower above her higher than ever. 
 
 'It is a strange game,' he said more lightly, 'in 
 which you and I are found on opposite sides ; but 
 since we're in it, let no one say we didn't play it 
 out.' 
 
 ' But either way you lose ! ' she cried, with despair 
 in her voice and eyes. 
 
 ' Not so,' he answered tenderly ; ' I have won 
 already, and received my prize beforehand.' 
 
 He drew her to him as he spoke, and again for a
 
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 space the chains of their iron destiny fell away from 
 them, and they fled together across shoreless seas 
 under an infinite radiance of sunlight. 
 
 She tore herself away at last, but only at his 
 urgent entreaty that she would rest. She promised 
 with a sad smile, knowing sleep to be impossible. 
 
 Outside stood Johnstone. As he was about to 
 lock the door again the colonel came up and stopped 
 him. 
 
 ' Wait a moment,' he said, ' I want to speak to 
 Captain Estcourt.' 
 
 He turned to Camilla, and added, before he went 
 in, 'I am sorry to trouble him again, but I must 
 make it plain to him that his fate is none the less 
 inevitable for any help you may have promised him. 
 I warn you, you are powerless in my hands ; if you 
 wish to save him it must be by bringing him over to 
 our side, and not by deserting to his.' 
 
 ' You may spare him your hateful presence then,' 
 retorted Camilla, 'for I have made no promises.' 
 
 The colonel looked incredulous. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' she cried, ' how should you understand 1 
 I would have given up all, and gladly too ; but he 
 compels me to my duty in spite of myself.' 
 
 The colonel looked a little uncomfortable, but his 
 face cleared. ' Then I may count on you to help me 1 ' 
 he asked. 
 
 She turned upon him, her eyes blazing with un- 
 speakable hatred and contempt. 
 
 ' Yes ! ' she cried, ' you may count on me to help 
 you and despise you ; to curse you in success and 
 to triumph in your downfall ! ' 
 
 The colonel turned away ; he felt that he was not
 
 158 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 appearing at his best before Johnstone ; and it was 
 against his principles to let himself be seen at a 
 disadvantage by a subordinate. 
 
 Camilla went to her own cabin and threw herself 
 into her berth : she was worn out, but far too over- 
 strung to sleep. The wind was rising outside ; the 
 ship moved violently with sounds of straining timbers 
 and of heavy masses thrown from side to side. 
 
 Hour after hour passed in this turmoil, which 
 seemed to match the helpless tossing of her thoughts. 
 Sometimes the shouting of rough voices came to her ; 
 sometimes the shrieking of the wind was like the 
 despairing cry of human agony. Her nerves quivered, 
 restless terror overpowered her reason, and the most 
 horrible fantasies possessed her. At last she could 
 bear it no longer ; hardly knowing what she did, she 
 rose and went to the saloon. 
 
 Johnstone, wearied out by a long watch on deck, 
 was sleeping on the ground beside the door. 
 
 She took the key from his pocket, turned it in the 
 lock, and passed softly in. He woke as she stepped 
 over him, but seeing who it was, sat still and eyed her 
 watchfully. 
 
 She steadied herself in the doorway and looked 
 down the room. A hammock had been slung across 
 it near the middle ; there lay Dick, sleeping quietly 
 as a child ; a single lamp was hanging near, and the 
 unsteady light threw strange distorted shadows across 
 his face without troubling his rest. 
 
 She stood gazing for some minutes ; a deep sense 
 of peace came over her ; she sighed and turned away, 
 soothed and strengthened. 
 
 Johnstone, without rising, held out his hand for
 
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 the key. As she went back to her cabin, he muttered 
 behind her : 
 
 ' Ay, ay, my beauty, but if ye don't give him better 
 advice he'll be sleeping sounder yet to-morrow 
 night ! ' 
 
 Happily she did not hear him, but went to her 
 berth comforted, and slept for some hours in spite 
 of the noise of the hurricane, which raged with 
 increasing violence. 
 
 During the night the brig, after vainly attempt- 
 ing to anchor, had been driven past the island to the 
 south, and when Camilla came on deck in the morn- 
 ing she thought at first that an unhoped-for deliver- 
 ance had thus been brought about, for St. Helena 
 was far away on the horizon, and the wind, though 
 it had moderated in force, was still blowing almost 
 dead against them. 
 
 She soon saw, however, that the ship's head was 
 towards the island, and that by repeated tacking they 
 were already making some way against the wind. 
 
 The colonel himself came up to her and pointed 
 out this fact. ' By sunset,' he said, ' we shall have 
 comfortably worked back to the north side of the 
 island, and our new guest will be on board the 
 " Speedwell " soon after midnight.' 
 
 She looked at him with cold hatred, and made no 
 answer. 
 
 'I cannot help seeing,' he remarked, ' that I have 
 had the misfortune to incur your displeasure ; but I 
 hope the Emperor, when he comes, will reconcile us 
 all.' 
 
 She turned her back upon him and went below. 
 When she reached the door of the saloon she found
 
 160 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 Johnstone posted there again. This time he refused 
 to let her in. 
 
 ' No, no,' he said, ' your turn last night, mine this 
 morning ! I've particular business with Captain 
 Estcourt to-day, and from his looks I should say it 
 would take us some time yet.' 
 
 She went to her cabin, and the long day began to 
 drag wearily on. 
 
 Dick in the meantime was racking his head to 
 find some sure way of upsetting the colonel's plans 
 even at the last moment, and at any cost to himself. 
 It was horrible to think that if he succeeded he 
 would involve Camilla in the ruin of the conspiracy ; 
 but he put the recollection of this sternly from his 
 mind, or clenched his teeth still more doggedly 
 when the thought forced itself upon him. He saw 
 clearly enough that the colonel would go on hoping 
 for his surrender until the last possible moment — 
 that would be until the time came when they must 
 either get leave to take the ' Speedwell ' into the 
 roads off Jamestown for the night, or he boarded by 
 the search-party from one of the cruisers. If he 
 could manage to be on deck at the decisive moment 
 when the guardboat came alongside, he might give 
 them some kind of warning before his enemies could 
 silence him. 
 
 The colonel had come in twice during the morning 
 to see if he had signed the letter yet ; on the second 
 occasion Dick had snatched the paper from his hands 
 and torn it into fragments. He now appeared for 
 the third time, bringing a freshly written copy with 
 him, which he handed to Johnstone. 
 
 ' This is my last visit,' he said. ' I shall leave
 
 Taken from the Enemy 161 
 
 Captain Estcourt to you henceforward. It seems 
 that my presence makes him unreasonable.' 
 
 ' It is you,' said Dick, with an attempt at diplo- 
 macy, 'who are unreasonable, to keep me shut up 
 below here. Are you afraid that I shall swim 
 ashore ? ' 
 
 ' I am afraid that you might try,' replied the 
 colonel ; ' but I'll let you go on deck after dinner if 
 you will excuse my taking my own precautions.' 
 
 ' What precautions ? ' 
 
 ' Putting some little constraint upon your power 
 of movement.' 
 
 ' Call it irons at once ! ' interjected Johnstone. 
 
 Dick flushed indignantly, but a glance at the 
 colonel's face told him that the interpretation was 
 correct. Insulting as the suggestion was, he could 
 not afford to refuse, for it was his one chance. 
 
 ' I accept,' he said shortly, and the colonel went 
 out. 
 
 After dinner Dick was taken on deck, and the 
 irons were brought. He sat down while they were 
 locked upon him. The colonel stood a short distance 
 off, watching. 
 
 When he saw that Dick was helpless he came up. 
 
 ' Now,' he said to Johnstone, ' take him down 
 again, if you please.' 
 
 Dick turned white with anger and despair. 
 
 ' You don't mean that ! ' he cried. ' You cannot ! ' 
 
 ' I promised you should come on deck,' replied 
 the colonel j ' but I think I am right in saying that 
 no time was mentioned. In my judgment you have 
 been long enough here already, and — you will pardon 
 me for speaking plainly — but — the sooner you learn 
 
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 1 62 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 submission to my judgment the more trouble you 
 ■will spare us all.' 
 
 He made a sign to Johnstone, who took Dick in 
 his arms and swung him lightly clown the companion- 
 hatch like a bundle of hammocks. 
 
 In two minutes he was in his old seat at the end 
 of the table in the saloon, with his ankles fast to the 
 chair, which in its turn was screwed into the floor. 
 
 For a long time he did not move ; he had little 
 hope left now, but he steeled himself to wait with 
 patience, if any unforeseen chance might yet give 
 him his opportunity. The sunset gun was heard from 
 the shore : it grew rapidly dark. 
 
 Johnstone entered to light the lamp ; in his hand 
 was a heavy iron capstan bar. 
 
 He laid it down upon the table, with the letter 
 beside it. 
 
 ' There's your choice,' he said. 
 
 ' All right ! ' said Dick stoutly, ' I'm ready ; but 
 you'll all go, too, my man ; you're lost without me.' 
 
 Johnstone laughed brutally. 
 
 ' Don't you flatter yourself ! ' he said ; ' dead or 
 alive, you'll do our business for us.' 
 
 Dick was silent. 
 
 ' Look you here,' said the other, ' this is the way 
 of it, and if you don't understand it now, you'll 
 never have the chance again. The brig's standing in 
 straight for Jamestown : she's not three miles off at 
 this moment ; and the flagship's lying ready for her 
 just outside the harbour. If you put your name to 
 that bit o' paper you're a free man this minute ; 
 you'll stand in with the rest of us for prize-money, 
 and the lass, that's worth it all, she's yours into the
 
 Taken from the Enemy 163 
 
 bargain. But if you're fool enough to be obstinate — 
 there's the colonel upon deck there watching ; when 
 the guard-boat comes, he gives me a last signal — one 
 — two and before three's out your neck's broke, and 
 you lying quiet in the hold. " Sad accident, gentle- 
 men ! an old friend of Sir Pulteney's, too ; and just 
 had a letter written to him asking leave to anchor ; 
 on his way to sign it when he fell. P'r'aps 
 the admiral would let us bury him ashore to 
 morrow 1 " 80 either way we stand to win easy, d'ye 
 see?' 
 
 He did indeed see, and that with a supreme 
 anguish of bitterness. Not even by death was he to 
 thwart them, or clear his own name from dishonour. 
 But his conscience was without reproach, and Camilla 
 knew the truth : on these two thoughts he anchored 
 himself to meet the fury of his last storm. 
 
 The moments fled. The colonel called down the 
 hatchway that the boat had left the flagship. Camilla 
 heard him shout, and fell upon her knees beside a 
 porthole, gasping for air. 
 
 A second time that inexorable calm voice came 
 down to the deck below. Johnstone took the iron 
 bar in his hand. 
 
 The boat came alongside, and an officer's voice 
 shouted close to Camilla's fainting head : ' Brig ahoy ! 
 Throw us a rope there ! ' 
 
 Dimly, as one in a dream of horror, she heard the 
 colonel's answer. 
 
 'You needn't trouble to come on board,' he called 
 down in his -smoothest tones. 'This is the "Speed- 
 well," Captain Estcourt. He is an old friend of 
 Admiral Malcolm, and is just writing to him for 
 
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 164 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 leave to anchor. Johnstone ! ' he shouted louder 
 still, ' ask the captain if his letter's ready.' 
 
 ' Do you hear 1 ' said Johnstone, balancing the 
 bar in both his hands, ' there's the last signal. Now 
 then — one ! ' 
 
 The clear voice of the officer outside ran" through 
 the ship and drowned his words. 
 
 ' Estcourt ! ' it cried, ' pass in ! pass in ! the 
 Emperor's dead '. ' 
 
 CHAPTER XV 
 
 A silence followed the words that seemed as if it 
 would last for ever ; it was a.^> though that cry had 
 stunned at one blow all on board the brig. 
 
 At last the iron bar fell clanging from Johnstone's 
 hands upon the floor of the saloon, and Dick sprang 
 up, struggling fiercely in his fetters. 
 
 ' Camilla ! Camilla ! ' he shouted. .She heard his 
 voice and awoke to life again, trembling in every 
 limb. 
 
 ' Off with these things 1 ' he thundered ; and 
 Johnstone unlocked the irons without a word. 
 
 Dick took them in his hand and ran up the ladder : 
 the lieutenant from the flagship was in the act of 
 springing on board. 'Where is Captain Estcourt?' 
 he cried. ' Are you all asleep here 1 ' 
 
 The colonel glided before him, and lowered his 
 voice to speak to Dick. 
 
 ' We are all in your hands." he said hastily ; 
 ' Camilla, too, remember, among the rest.'
 
 Taken from the Enemy 165 
 
 ' No! ' returned Dick triumphantly, 'you haven't 
 a jot of evidence against her. My mind's made up, 
 and you'll obey me now, or swing at the yardarm 
 within the hour. Stand by the bulwark there ! ' 
 And he pushed him back from the hatchway. 
 
 The lieutenant came up as he spoke. ' Estcourt,' 
 he asked, ' have you forgotten me 1 ' 
 
 ' Not I, Wilmore ! ' cried Dick ; ' and I never shall, 
 though I live to be a thousand ! ' 
 
 ' Well said ! ' laughed the other. ' But why am I 
 so desperately in demand 1 ' 
 
 ' Why, you're in the nick of time. I was short- 
 handed till you came, and I've a pair of mutineers 
 on board.' 
 
 ' Right ! ' said Wilmore, and he called over the 
 side, ' Send three men aboard there with cut- 
 lasses.' 
 
 The colonel made a rush for the main hatch, 
 calling to Johnstone for help. Dick caught him in 
 time, and handed him over to the men from the flag 
 ship, giving them the irons at the same time. 
 
 ' Are they for this fellow ? ' asked AVilmore. 
 
 ' Oh ! ' said Dick contemptuously, ' as far as 
 fighting goes no one need be afraid of him : but he's 
 a wretch without a rag of honour, and his tongue 
 would twist anything less stiff than steel.' 
 
 The irons were on in a moment ; the colonel 
 seemed to find them cold, for he shivered pitiably. 
 
 ' Now for the other one ! ' said the lieutenant. 
 
 As he spoke, Johnstone came on deck by the for- 
 ward ladder, and stood there at a little distance from 
 the group, peering about him in the lantern light to 
 see the position of affairs.
 
 1 66 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 Dick went up to him. 'Here he is ! ' he cried. 
 ' Johnstone, you're my prisoner ! ' 
 
 Johnstone's right hand went swiftly to his pocket, 
 but before he could grasp his pistol Dick's fist shot 
 home between his eyes, and he fell like a log, dis- 
 appearing backwards down the open hatchway. 
 
 Two of the men-of-war's men ran down, and found 
 him lying motionless at the bottom of the ladder ; 
 they brought him on deck, and got a rope to secure 
 him when he should come round. 
 
 But he never moved again : the fall had broken 
 his neck. 
 
 'Well,' said Dick, when they told him, 'that 
 seems only just ; he was the better of two bad men, 
 and his punishment's the soonest over. As for the 
 other,' he continued, turning to Wilmore, 'a quick 
 death's too good for him, and no prison would hold 
 him long.' 
 
 He reflected a moment, and then turned to the 
 captive and his guards. ' Bring him below,' he said, 
 and led the way to the saloon. 
 
 In Dick's own seat they placed the colonel, with 
 Dick's own irons upon him, and in his hand they 
 made him take the pen with which he had com- 
 manded Dick to sign away his honour. 
 
 ' Now, if you will leave us alone together,' said 
 Dick to the others, ' I daresay I shall soon have done 
 with him.' 
 
 They went out wondering and he turned to the 
 prisoner. 
 
 ' Write the date,' he said shortly, ' and now go on 
 as I dictate to you : 
 
 ' " I hereby acknowledge and confess that I con-
 
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 spired with one Hernan Johnstone, since deceased, 
 to effect the escape of the Emperor Napoleon from 
 the island of St. Helena on the 5th of May, 1821, and 
 to levy war against the King of France and the peace 
 of Europe ; that for this purpose I bribed the said 
 Hernan Johnstone and the crew of the brig ' Speed- 
 well,' four of whom I knew to be French subjects ; 
 and by fraud and forgery induced my sister-in-law, 
 Madame de Montaut, and Captain Richard Estcourt, 
 to accompany me, in complete ignorance of the object 
 of our voyage.' " 
 
 The colonel stopped. ' But that is not the truth/ 
 he objected. 
 
 ' Truth ! ' said Dick scornfully, ' what is truth to 
 you 1 AVrite as I tell you, every word ! And wait 
 before you sign,' he added ; ' we want a witness whom 
 your slanders cannot touch. "Wilmore ! ' he called, 
 and the lieutenant entered. 
 
 The signing and witnessing done, Dick folded the 
 paper and laid it again before the colonel. 
 
 ' Address it,' he said, ' to the Minister of Justice 
 at Paris.' 
 
 The colonel started and drew back. 
 
 ' Deal gently with me,' he said, in a low voice ; 
 'courage and mercy should go together.' 
 
 ' Courage and mercy,' replied Dick, ' are no con- 
 cern of yours ; your province is obedience, and, if you 
 can manage it, a little decent shame.' 
 
 The address was written. 
 
 ' And now,' said Dick, ' after writing that letter, 
 you will, I think, see that it would never suit your 
 health to live in England or France again. To keep 
 you, however, from all temptation of such risks for
 
 i68 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 the present, I propose to ask Lieutenant "Wilmore 
 here if he will be so good as to put you ashore at 
 Jamestown ; you have, I believe, some friends on the 
 island who will condole with you on the failure of 
 your enterprise.' 
 
 1 Shall I take him at once 1 ' asked Wilmore. 
 
 The colonel was in despair. 
 
 ' An exile and a beggar ! Death would be pre- 
 ferable ! ' he exclaimed, with a gesture which was 
 a really fine piece of acting, and went to Wilmore's 
 heart. 
 
 But Dick knew his man better. 
 
 ' All right,' he said gravely ; ' you have your 
 choice.' 
 
 And he took the iron bar from the floor where 
 Johnstone had left it, and raised it above the colonel's 
 head. 
 
 The actor's collapse was swift and lamentable. 
 
 ' Hold him ! ' he cried to Wilmore, 'for God's sake 
 hold him ! he is capable of anything.' 
 
 ' I begin to think so,' said Dick, lowering his 
 weapon, 'since I have learned to outwit you.' 
 
 ' "Well, then,' said Wilmore, holding out his hand 
 to Dick, 'good-bye until to-morrow.' 
 
 ' Yes,' said Dick, ' I'll thank you then ; good-bye.' 
 
 The colonel was taken on deck again, and lowered 
 into the boat. 
 
 As they left the shij)'s side, he saw, or thought he 
 saw, a white figure leaning over the bulwarks. 
 
 ' Camilla ! ' he cried. ' Is that you, Camilla 1 ' 
 
 But there was no reply ; the boat shot forward, 
 and the ' Speedwell ' vanished from him into the 
 darkness.
 
 Taken from the Enemy 169 
 
 Dick turned to look for Camilla ; she was gone 
 and he would not follow her now, for he remembered 
 what the Emperor's death must mean to her. 
 
 The brig was moving slowly in towards the har- 
 bour, guided by the lights aboard the flagship ; an 
 hour afterwards she dropped her anchor for the night 
 and swung round to the wind. 
 
 Dick turned in early, but he could not sleep ; 
 there was still thunder in the air, a remnant of last 
 night's storm ; and his mind went whirling inces- 
 santly through the tangled history of the last few 
 months. 
 
 A little before dawn he went on deck ; it was 
 less stifling in the open air, and stars were shining 
 here and there between drifting clouds. 
 
 He sat down against the bulwark, and looked up 
 at them, listening to the faint lapping of the water 
 under the ship's sides. 
 
 Little by little the night lifted, and daylight 
 began to broaden over the sky. The stars grew pale, 
 and died out one by one ; a marvellous colour mingled 
 of faintest blue and delicate red opal flushed in the 
 height of heaven and burned slowly into deep crim- 
 son on the horizon to the east. 
 
 A light wind blew cool upon his face ; his eyelids 
 dropped, and slumber took him unawares. 
 
 When he opened his eyes again, Camilla was 
 kneeling on one knee before him, transfigured by a 
 golden light that shone from behind her through and 
 through the glory of her hair. 
 
 A strange sense of new life filled him with bewil- 
 dering prescience of joy.
 
 170 Taken from the Enemy 
 
 ' Where are we 1 ' he asked, not venturing to 
 move, lest he should break the spell. 
 
 She bent yet lower over him. 
 
 ' We are in harbour,' she said ; ' and look ! the 
 sun has risen ! ' 
 
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