"I have some papers here," said my friend Sherlock
Holmes as
we sat one winter's night on either side of the fire,
"which I
really think, Watson, that it would be worth your
while to glance
over. These are the documents in the extraordinary
case of the
Gloria Scott, and this is the message which struck
Justice of the
Peace Trevor dead with horror when he read it."
He had picked from a drawer a little tarnished
cylinder, and.
undoing the tape, he handed me a short note scrawled
upon a
half-sheet of slate-gray paper.
The supply of game
for London is going steadily up [it
ran]. Head-keeper Hudson, we
believe, has been now told to
receive all orders for fly-paper
and for preservation of your
hen-pheasant's life.
As I glanced up from reading this enigmatical
message, I saw
Holmes chuckling at the expression upon my face.
"You look a little bewildered," said he.
"I cannot see how such a message as this could
inspire horror.
It seems to me to be rather grotesque than otherwise."
"Very likely. Yet the fact remains that the
reader, who was a
fine, robust old man, was knocked clean down by it
as if it had
been the butt end of a pistol."
"You arouse my curiosity," said I. "But why
did you say
just now that there were very particular reasons why
I should
study this case?"
"Because it was the first in which I was ever
engaged."
I had often endeavoured to elicit from my companion
what
had first turned his mind in the direction of criminal
research,
but had never caught him before in a communicative
humour.
Now he sat forward in his armchair and spread out
the docu-
ments upon his knees. Then he lit his pipe and sat
for some time
smoking and turning them over.
"You never heard me talk of Victor Trevor?"
he asked. "He
was the only friend I made during the two years I
was at college.
I was never a very sociable fellow, Watson, always
rather fond
of moping in my rooms and working out my own little
methods
of thought, so that I never mixed much with the men
of my year.
Bar fencing and boxing I had few athletic tastes,
and then my
line of study was quite distinct from that of the
other fellows, so
that we had no points of contact at all. Trevor was
the only man
I knew, and that only through the accident of his
bull terrier
freezing on to my ankle one morning as I went down
to chapel.
"It was a prosaic way of forming a friendship,
but it was
effective. I was laid by the heels for ten days, and
Trevor used to
come in to inquire after me. At first it was only
a minute's chat
but soon his visits lengthened, and before the end
of the term we
were close friends. He was a hearty, full-blooded
fellow, full of
spirits and energy, the very opposite to me in most
respects, but
we had some subjects in common, and it was a bond
of union
when I found that he was as friendless as I. Finally
he invited me
down to his father's place at Donnithorpe, in Norfolk,
and I
accepted his hospitality for a month of the long vacation.
"Old Trevor was evidently a man of some wealth
and consid-
eration, a J. P., and a landed proprietor. Donnithorpe
is a little
hamlet just to the north of Langmere, in the country
of the
Broads. The house was an old-fashioned, widespread,
oak-beamed
brick building, with a fine lime-lined avenue leading
up to it.
There was excellent wild-duck shooting in the fens,
remarkably
good fishing, a small but select library, taken over,
as I under-
stood, from a former occupant, and a tolerable cook,
so that he
would be a fastidious man who could not put in a pleasant
month
there.
"Trevor senior was a widower, and my friend
his only son.
"There had been a daughter, I heard, but she
had died of
diphtheria while on a visit to Birmingham. The father
interested
me extremely. He was a man of little culture, but
with a consid-
erable amount of rude strength, both physically and
mentally. He
knew hardly any books, but he had travelled far, had
seen much
of the world, and had remembered all that he had learned.
In
person he was a thick-set, burly man with a shock
of grizzled
hair, a brown, weather-beaten face, and blue eyes
which were
keen to the verge of fierceness. Yet he had a reputation
for
kindness and charity on the countryside, and was noted
for the
leniency of his sentences from the bench.
"One evening, shortly after my arrival, we
were sitting over a
glass of port after dinner, when young Trevor began
to talk about
those habits of observation and inference which I
had already
formed into a system, although I had not yet appreciated
the part
which they were to play in my life. The old man evidently
thought that his son was exaggerating in his description
of one or
two trivial feats which I had performed.
" 'Come, now, Mr. Holmes,' said he, laughing
good-
humouredly. 'I'm an excellent subject, if you can
deduce any-
thing from me.'
" 'I fear there is not very much,' I answered.
'I might suggest
that you have gone about in fear of some personal
attack within
the last twelvemonth.'
"The laugh faded from his lips, and he stared
at me in great
surprlse.
" 'Well, that's true enough,' said he. 'You
know, Victor,'
turning to his son, 'when we broke up that poaching
gang they
swore to knife us, and Sir Edward Holly has actually
been
attacked. I've always been on my guard since then,
though I
have no idea how you know it.'
" 'You have a very handsome stick,' I answered.
'By the
inscription I observed that you had not had it more
than a year.
But you have taken some pains to bore the head of
it and pour
melted lead into the hole so as to make it a formidable
weapon. I
argued that you would not take such precautions unless
you had
some danger to fear.'
" 'Anything else?' he asked, smiling.
" 'You have boxed a good deal in your youth.'
" 'Right again. How did you know it? Is my
nose knocked a
little out of the straight?'
" 'No,' said I. 'It is your ears. They have
the peculiar flatten-
ing and thickening which marks the boxing man.'
" 'Anything else?'
" 'You have done a good deal of digging by
your callosities.'
" 'Made all my money at the gold fields.'
" 'You have been in New Zealand.'
" 'Right again.'
" 'You have visited Japan.'
" 'Quite true.'
" 'And you have been most intimately associated
with some-
one whose initials were J. A., and whom you afterwards
were
eager to entirely forget.'
"Mr. Trevor stood slowly up, fixed his large
blue eyes upon
me with a strange wild stare, and then pitched forward,
with his
face among the nutshells which strewed the cloth,
in a dead
faint.
"You can imagine, Watson, how shocked both
his son and I
were. His attack did not last long, however,- for
when we undid
his collar and sprinkled the water from one of the
finger-glasses
over his face, he gave a gasp or two and sat up.
" 'Ah, boys,' said he, forcing a smile, 'I
hope I haven't
frightened you. Strong as I look, there is a weak
place in my
heart, and it does not take much to knock me over.
I don't know
how you manage this, Mr. Holmes, but it seems to me
that all
the detectives of fact and of fancy would be children
in your
hands. That's your line of life, sir, and you may
take the word of
a man who has seen something of the world.'
"And that recommendation, with the exaggerated
estimate of
my ability with which he prefaced it, was, if you
will believe
me, Watson, the very first thing which ever made me
feel that a
profession might be made out of what had up to that
time been
the merest hobby. At the moment, however, I was too
much
concerned at the sudden illness of my host to think
of anything
else.
" 'I hope that I have said nothing to pain
you?' said I.
" 'Well, you certainly touched upon rather
a tender point.
Might I ask how you know, and how much you know?'
He
spoke now in a half-jesting fashion, but a look of
terror still
lurked at the back of his eyes.
" 'It is simplicity itself,' said I. 'When
you bared your arm to
draw that fish into the boat I saw that J. A. had
been tattooed in
the bend of the elbow. The letters were still legible,
but it was
perfectly clear from their blurred appearance, and
from the stain-
ing of the skin round them, that efforts had been
made to
obliterate them. It was obvious, then, that those
initials had once
been very familiar to you, and that you had afterwards
wished to
forget them.'
" 'What an eye you have!' he cried with a sigh
of relief. 'It is
just as you say. But we won't talk of it. Of all ghosts
the ghosts
of our old loves are the worst. Come into the billiard-room
and
have a quiet cigar.'
"From that day, amid all his cordiality, there
was always a
touch of suspicion in Mr. Trevor's manner towards
me. Even his
son remarked it. 'You've given the governor such a
turn,' said
he, 'that he'll never be sure again of what you know
and what
you don't know.' He did not mean to show it, I am
sure, but it
was so strongly in his mind that it peeped out at
every action. At
last I became so convinced that I was causing him
uneasiness
that I drew my visit to a close. On the very day,
however, before
I left, an incident occurred which proved in the sequel
to be of
importance.
"We were sitting out upon the lawn on garden
chairs, the
three of us, basking in the sun and admiring the view
across the
Broads, when a maid came out to say that there was
a man at the
door who wanted to see Mr. Trevor.
" 'What is his name?' asked my host.
" 'He would not give any.'
" 'What does he want, then?'
" 'He says that you know him, and that he only
wants a
moment's conversation.'
" 'Show him round here.' An instant afterwards
there ap-
peared a little wizened fellow with a cringing manner
and a
shambling style of walking. He wore an open jacket,
with a
splotch of tar on the sleeve, a red-and-black check
shirt, dunga-
ree trousers, and heavy boots badly worn. His face
was thin and
brown and crafty, with a perpetual smile upon it,
which showed
an irregular line of yellow teeth, and his crinkled
hands were half
closed in a way that is distinctive of sailors. As
he came slouch-
ing across the lawn I heard Mr. Trevor make a sort
of hiccoughing
noise in his throat, and, jumping out of his chair,
he ran into the
house. He was back in a moment, and I smelt a strong
reek of
brandy as he passed me.
" 'Well, my man,' said he. 'What can I do for
you?'
"The sailor stood looking at him with puckered
eyes, and with
the same loose-lipped smile upon his face.
" 'You don't know me?' he asked.
" 'Why, dear me, it is surely Hudson,' said
Mr. Trevor in a
tone of surprise.
" 'Hudson it is, sir,' said the seaman. 'Why,
it's thirty year
and more since I saw you last. Here you are in your
house, and
me still picking my salt meat out of the harness cask.'
" 'Tut, you will find that I have not forgotten
old times,'
cried Mr. Trevor, and, walking towards the sailor,
he said
something in a low voice. 'Go into the kitchen,' he
continued
out loud, 'and you will get food and drink. I have
no doubt that I
shall find you a situation.'
" 'Thank you, sir,' said the seaman, touching
his forelock.
'I'm just off a two-yearer in an eight-knot tramp,
short-handed at
that, and I wants a rest. I thought I'd get it either
with Mr.
Beddoes or with you.'
" 'Ah!' cried Mr. Trevor. 'You know where Mr.
Beddoes is?'
" 'Bless you, sir, I know where all my old
friends are,' said
the fellow with a sinister smile, and he slouched
off after the
maid to the kitchen. Mr. Trevor mumbled something
to us about
having been shipmate with the man when he was going
back to
the diggings, and then, leaving us on the lawn, he
went indoors.
An hour later, when we entered the house, we found
him stretched
dead drunk upon the dining-room sofa. The whole incident
left a
most ugly impression upon my mind, and I was not sorry
next
day to leave Donnithorpe behind me, for I felt that
my presence
must be a source of embarrassment to my friend.
"All this occurred during the first month of
the long vacation.
I went up to my London rooms, where I spent seven
weeks
working out a few experiments in organic chemistry.
One day,
however, when the autumn was far advanced and the
vacation
drawing to a close, I received a telegram from my
friend implor-
ing me to return to Donnithorpe, and saying that he
was in great
need of my advice and assistance. Of course I dropped
every-
thing and set out for the North once more.
"He met me with the dog-cart at the station,
and I saw at a
glance that the last two months had been very trying
ones for
him. He had grown thin and careworn, and had lost
the loud,
cheery manner for which he had been remarkable.
" 'The governor is dying,' were the first words
he said.
" 'Impossible!' I cried. 'What is the matter?'
" 'Apoplexy. Nervous shock. He's been on the
verge all day.
I doubt if we shall find him alive.'
"I was, as you may think, Watson, horrified
at this unex-
pected news.
" 'What has caused it?' I asked.
" 'Ah, that is the point. Jump in and we can
talk it over while
we drive. You remember that fellow who came upon the
evening
before you left us?'
" 'Perfectly.'
" 'Do you know who it was that we let into
the house that
day?'
" 'I have no idea.'
" 'It was the devil, Holmes,' he cried.
"I stared at him in astonishment.
" 'Yes, it was the devil himself. We have not
had a peaceful
hour since -- not one. The governor has never held
up his head
from that evening, and now the life has been crushed
out of him
and his heart broken, all through this accursed Hudson.'
" 'What power had he, then?'
" 'Ah, that is what I would give so much to
know. The
kindly, charitable good old governor -- how could
he have fallen
into the clutches of such a ruffian! But I am so glad
that you
have come, Holmes. I trust very much to your judgment
and
discretion, and I know that you will advise me for
the best.'
"We were dashing along the smooth white country
road, with
the long stretch of the Broads in front of us glimmering
in the
red light of the setting sun. From a grove upon our
left I could
already see the high chimneys and the flagstaff which
marked the
squire's dwelling.
" 'My father made the fellow gardener,'- said
my companion,
'and then, as that did not satisfy him, he was promoted
to be
butler. The house seemed to be at his mercy, and he
wandered
about and did what he chose in it. The maids complained
of his
drunken habits and his vile language. The dad raised
their wages
all round to recompense them for the annoyance. The
fellow
would take the boat and my father's best gun and treat
himself to
little shooting trips. And all this with such a sneering,
leering,
insolent face that I would have knocked him down twenty
times
over if he had been a man of my own age. I tell you,
Holmes, I
have had to keep a tight hold upon myself all this
time and now
I am asking myself whether, if I had let myself go
a littie more, I
might not have been a wiser man.
" 'Well, matters went from bad to worse with
us, and this
animal Hudson became more and more intrusive, until
at last, on
his making some insolent reply to my father in my
presence one
day, I took him by the shoulders and turned him out
of the room.
He slunk away with a livid face and two venomous eyes
which
uttered more threats than his tongue could do. I don't
know what
passed between the poor dad and him after that, but
the dad
came to me next day and asked me whether I would mind
apologizing to Hudson. I refused, as you can imagine,
and asked
my father how he could allow such a wretch to take
such
liberties with himself and his household.
" ' "Ah, my boy," said he, "it is all very
well to talk, but
you don't know how I am placed. But you shall know,
Victor.
I'll see that you shall know, come what may. You wouldn't
believe harm of your poor old father, would you, lad?"
He was
very much moved and shut himself up in the study all
day,
where I could see through the window that he was writing
busily.
" 'That evening there came what seemed to me
to be a grand
release, for Hudson told us that he was going to leave
us. He
walked into the dining-room as we sat after dinner
and an-
nounced his intention in the thick voice of a half-drunken
man.
" ' "I've had enough of Norfolk," said he.
"I'll run down to
Mr. Beddoes in Hampshire. He'll be as glad to see
me as you
were, I daresay."
" ' "You're not going away in an unkind spirit,
Hudson, I
hope," said my father with a tameness which made my
blood
boil.
" ' "I've not had my 'pology," said he sulkily,
glancing in
my direction.
" ' "Victor, you will acknowledge that you
have used this
worthy fellow rather roughly," said the dad, turning
to me.
" ' "On the contrary, I think that we have
both shown
extraordinary patience towards him," I answered.
" ' "Oh, you do, do you?" he snarled. "Very
good, mate.
We'll see about that!"
" 'He slouched out of the room and half an
hour afterwards
left the house, leaving my father in a state of pitiable
nervous-
ness. Night after night I heard him pacing his room,
and it was
just as he was recovering his confidence that the
blow did at last
fall.'
" 'And how?' I asked eagerly.
" 'In a most extraordinary fashion. A letter
arrived for my
father yesterday evening, bearing the Fordingham postmark.
My
father read it, clapped both his hands to his head,
and began
running round the room in little circles like a man
who has been
driven out of his senses. When I at last drew him
down on to the
sofa, his mouth and eyelids were all puckered on one
side, and I
saw that he had a stroke. Dr. Fordham came over at
once. We
put him to bed, but the paralysis has spread, he has
shown no
sign of returning consciousness, and I think that
we shall hardly
find him alive.'
" 'You horrify me, Trevor!' I cried. 'What
then could have
been in this letter to cause so dreadful a result?'
" 'Nothing. There lies the inexplicable part
of it. The message
was absurd and trivial. Ah, my God, it is as I feared!'
"As he spoke we came round the curve of the
avenue and saw
in the fading light that every blind in the house
had been drawn
down. As we dashed up to the door, my friend's face
convulsed
with grief, a gentleman in black emerged from it.
" 'When did it happen, doctor?' asked Trevor.
" 'Almost immediately after you left.'
" 'Did he recover consciousness?'
" 'For an instant before the end.'
" 'Any message for me?'
" 'Only that the papers were in the back drawer
of the Japa-
nese cabinet.'
"My friend ascended with the doctor to the
chamber of death
while I remained in the study, turning the whole matter
over and
over in my head, and feeling as sombre as ever I had
done in my
life. What was the past of this Trevor, pugilist,
traveller, and
gold-digger, and how had he placed himself in the
power of this
acid-faced seaman? Why, too, should he faint at an
allusion to
the half-effaced initials upon his arm and die of
fright when he
had a letter from Fordingham? Then I remembered that
Fordingham
was in Hampshire, and that this Mr. Beddoes, whom
the seaman
had gone to visit and presumably to blackmail, had
also been
mentioned as living in Hampshire. The letter, then,
might either
come from Hudson, the seaman, saying that he had betrayed
the
guilty secret which appeared to exist, or it might
come from
Beddoes, warning an old confederate that such a betrayal
was
imminent. So far it seemed clear enough. But then
how could
this letter be trivial and grotesque, as described
by the son? He
must have misread it. If so, it must have been one
of those
ingenious secret codes which mean one thing while
they seem to
mean another. I must see this letter. If there was
a hidden
meaning in it, I was confident that I could pluck
it forth. For an
hour I sat pondering over it in the gloom, until at
last a weeping
maid brought in a lamp, and close at her heels came
my friend
Trevor, pale but composed, with these very papers
which lie
upon my knee held in his grasp. He sat down opposite
to me,
drew the lamp to the edge of the table, and handed
me a short
note scribbled, as you see, upon a single sheet of
gray paper.
'The supply of game for London is going steadily up,'
it ran.
'Head-keeper Hudson, we believe, has been now told
to receive
all orders for fly-paper and for preservation of your
hen-pheasant's
life. '
"I daresay my face looked as bewildered as
yours did just
now when first I read this message. Then I reread
it very
carefully. It was evidently as I had thought, and
some secret
meaning must lie buried in this strange combination
of words. Or
could it be that there was a prearranged significance
to such
phrases as 'fly-paper' and 'hen-pheasant'? Such a
meaning would
be arbitrary and could not be deduced in any way.
And yet I was
loath to believe that this was the case, and the presence
of the
word Hudson seemed to show that the subject of the
message
was as I had guessed, and that it was from Beddoes
rather than
the sailor. I tried it backward, but the combination
'life pheas-
ant's hen' was not encouraging. Then I tried alternate
words, but
neither 'the of for' nor 'supply game London' promised
to throw
any light upon it.
"And then in an instant the key of the riddle
was in my hands,
and I saw that every third word, beginning with the
first, would
give a message which might well drive old Trevor to
despair.
"It was short and terse, the warning, as I
now read it to my
companion:
" 'The game is up. Hudson has told all. Fly
for your life.'
"Victor Trevor sank his face into his shaking
hands. 'It must
be that, I suppose,' said he. 'This is worse than
death, for it
means disgrace as well. But what is the meaning of
these "head-
keepers" and "hen-pheasants"?'
" 'It means nothing to the message, but it
might mean a good
deal to us if we had no other means of discovering
the sender.
You see that he has begun by writing "The . . . game
. . . is,"
and so on. Afterwards he had, to fulfil the prearranged
cipher, to
fill in any two words in each space. He would naturally
use the
first words which came to his mind, and if there were
so many
which referred to sport among them, you may be tolerably
sure
that he is either an ardent shot or interested in
breeding. Do you
know anything of this Beddoes?'
" 'Why, now that you mention it,' said he,
'I remember that
my poor father used to have an invitation from him
to shoot over
his preserves every autumn.'
" 'Then it is undoubtedly from him that the
note comes,' said
I. 'It only remains for us to find out what this secret
was which
the sailor Hudson seems to have held over the heads
of these two
wealthy and respected men.'
" 'Alas, Holmes, I fear that it is one of sin
and shame!' cried
my friend. 'But from you I shall have no secrets.
Here is the
statement which was drawn up by my father when he
knew that
the danger from Hudson had become imminent. I found
it in the
Japanese cabinet, as he told the doctor. Take it and
read it to me,
for I have neither the strength nor the courage to
do it myself.'
"These are the very papers, Watson, which he
handed to me,
and I will read them to you, as I read them in the
old study that
night to him. They are endorsed outside, as you see,
'Some
particulars of the voyage of the bark Gloria Scott,
from her
leaving Falmouth on the 8th October, 1855, to her
destruction in
N. Lat. 15 degrees 20'. W. Long. 25 degrees 14', on
Nov. 6th.' It is
in the form of a letter, and runs in this way.
" 'My dear. dear son. now that approaching
disgrace begins
to darken the closing years of my life, I can write
with all truth
and honesty that it is not the terror of the law,
it is not the loss of
my position in the county, nor is it my fall in the
eyes of all who
have known me, which cuts me to the heart; but it
is the thought
that you should come to blush for me -- you who love
me and
who have seldom, I hope, had reason to do other than
respect
me. But if the blow falls which is forever hanging
over me, then
I should wish you to read this, that you may know
straight from
me how far I have been to blame. On the other hand,
if all
should go well (which may kind God Almighty grant!),
then, if
by any chance this paper should be still undestroyed
and should
fall into your hands, I conjure you, by all you hold
sacred, by
the memory of your dear mother, and by the love which
has been
between us, to hurl it into the fire and to never
give one thought
to it again.
" 'If then your eye goes on to read this line,
I know that I shall
already have been exposed and dragged from my home,
or, as is
more likely, for you know that my heart is weak, be
lying with
my tongue sealed forever in death. In either case
the time for
suppression is past, and every word which I tell you
is the naked
truth, and this I swear as I hope for mercy.
" 'My name, dear lad, is not Trevor. I was
James Armitage in
my younger days, and you can understand now the shock
that it
was to me a few weeks ago when your college friend
addressed
me in words which seemed to imply that he had surprised
my
secret. As Armitage it was that I entered a London
banking-
house, and as Armitage I was convicted of breaking
my coun-
try's laws, and was sentenced to transportation. Do
not think
very harshly of me, laddie. It was a debt of honour,
so called,
which I had to pay, and I used money which was not
my own to
do it, in the certainty that I could replace it before
there could be
any possibility of its being missed. But the most
dreadful ill-luck
pursued me. The money which I had reckoned upon never
came
to hand, and a premature examination of accounts exposed
my
deficit. The case might have been dealt leniently
with, but the
laws were more harshly administered thirty years ago
than now,
and on my twenty-third birthday I found myself chained
as a
felon with thirty-seven other convicts in the 'tween-decks
of the
bark Cloria Scott, bound for Australia.
" 'It was the year '55, when the Crimean War
was at its
height, and the old convict ships had been largely
used as
transports in the Black Sea. The government was compelled,
therefore, to use smaller and less suitable vessels
for sending out
their prisoners. The Gloria Scott had been in the
Chinese tea-
trade, but she was an old-fashioned, heavy-bowed,
broad-beamed
craft, and the new clippers had cut her out. She was
a five-
hundred-ton boat; and besides her thirty-eight jail-birds,
she
carried twenty-six of a crew, eighteen soldiers, a
captain, three
mates, a doctor, a chaplain, and four warders. Nearly
a hundred
souls were in her, all told, when we set sail from
Faltnouth.
" 'The partitions between the cells of the
convicts instead of
being of thick oak, as is usual in convict-ships,
were quite thin
and frail. The man next to me, upon the aft side,
was one whom
I had particularly noticed when we were led down the
quay. He
was a young man with a clear, hairless face, a long,
thin nose,
and rather nut-cracker jaws. He carried his head very
jauntily in
the air, had a swaggering style of walking, and was
above all
else, remarkable for his extraordinary height. I don't
think any of
our heads would have come up to his shoulder, and
I am sure
that he could not have measured less than six and
a half feet. It
was strange among so many sad and weary faces to see
one
which was full of energy and resolution. The sight
of it was to
me like a fire in a snowstorm. I was glad, then, to
find that he
was my neighbour, and gladder still when, in the dead
of the
night, I heard a whisper close to my ear and found
that he had
managed to cut an opening in the board which separated
us.
" ' "Hullo, chummy!" said he, "what's your
name, and
what are you here for?"
" 'I answered him, and asked in turn who I
was talking with.
" ' "I'm Jack Prendergast," said he, "and by
God! you'll
learn to bless my name before you've done with me."
" 'I remembered hearing of his case, for it
was one which had
made an immense sensation throughout the country some
time
before my own arrest. He was a man of good family
and of great
ability, but of incurably vicious habits, who had
by an ingenious
system of fraud obtained huge sums of money from the
leading
London merchants.
" ' "Ha, ha! You remember my case!" said he
proudly.
" ' "Very well', indeed."
" ' "Then maybe you remember something queer
about it?"
" ' "What was that, then?"
" ' "I'd had nearly a quarter of a million,
hadn't I?"
" ' "So it was said."
" ' "But none was recovered, eh?"
" ' "No. "
" ' "Well, where d'ye suppose the balance is?"
he asked.
" ' "I have no idea," said I.
" ' "Right between my finger and thumb," he
cried. "By
God! I've got mare pounds to my name than you've hairs
on
your head. And if you've money, my son, and know how
to
handle it and spread it, you can do anything. Now,
you don't
think it likely that a man who could do anything is
going to wear
his breeches out sitting in the stinking hold of a
rat-gutted
beetle-ridden, mouldy old coffin of a Chin China coaster.
No,
sir, such a man will look after himself and will look
after his
chums. You may lay to that! You hold on to him, and
you may
kiss the Book that he'll haul you through."
" 'That was his style of talk, and at first
I thought it meant
nothing; but after a while, when he had tested me
and sworn me
in with all possible solemnity, he let me understand
that there
really was a plot to gain command of the vessel. A
dozen of the
prisoners had hatched it before they came aboard,
Prendergast
was the leader, and his money was the motive power.
" ' "I'd a partner," said he, "a rare good
man, as true as a
stock to a barrel. He's got the dibbs, he has, and
where do you
think he is at this moment? Why, he's the chaplain
of this
ship -- the chaplain, no less! He came aboard with
a black coat,
and his papers right, and money enough in his box
to buy the
thing right up from keel to main-truck. The crew are
his, body
and soul. He could buy 'em at so much a gross with
a cash
discount, and he did it before ever they signed on.
He's got two
of the warders and Mereer, the second mate, and he'd
get the
captain himself, if he thought him worth it."
" ' "What are we to do, then?" I asked.
" ' "What do you think?" said he. "We'll make
the coats of
some of these soldiers redder than ever the tailor
did."
" ' "But they are armed," said I.
" ' "And so shall we be, my boy. There's a
brace of pistols
for every mother's son of us; and if we can't carry
this ship, with
the crew at our back, it's time we were all sent to
a young
misses' boarding-school. You speak to your mate upon
the left
to-night, and see if he is to be trusted."
" 'I did so and found my other neighbour to
be a young fellow in
much the same position as myself, whose crime had
been forg-
ery. His name was Evans, but he afterwards changed
it, like
myself, and he is now a rich and prosperous man in
the south of
England. He was ready enough to join the conspiracy,
as the
only means of saving ourselves, and before we had
crossed the
bay there were only two of the prisoners who were
not in the
secret. One of these was of weak mind, and we did
not dare to
trust him, and the other was suffering from jaundice
and could not
be of any use to us.
" 'From the beginning there was really nothing
to prevent us
from taking possession of the ship. The crew were
a set of
ruffians, specially picked for the job. The sham chaplain
came
into our cells to exhort us, carrying a black bag,
supposed to be
full of tracts, and so often did he come that by the
third day we
had each stowed away at the foot of our beds a file,
a brace of
pistols, a pound of powder, and twenty slugs. Two
of the
warders were agents of Prendergast, and the second
mate was his
right-hand man. The captain, the two mates, two warders,
Lieu-
tenant Martin, his eighteen soldiers, and the doctor
were all that
we had against us. Yet, safe as it was, we determihed
to neglect
no precaution, and to make our attack suddenly by
night. It
came, however, more quickly than we expected, and
in this way.
" 'One evening, about the third week after
our start, the
doctor had come down to see one of the prisoners who
was ill,
and putting his hand down on the bottom of his bunk,
he felt the
outline of the pistols. If he had been silent he might
have blown
the whole thing, but he was a nervous little chap,
so he gave a
cry of surprise and turned so pale that the man knew
what was up
in an instant and seized him. He was gagged before
he could
give the alarm and tied down upon the bed. He had
unlocked the
door that led to the deck, and we were through it
in a rush.
The two sentries were shot down, and so was a corporal
who
came running to see what was the matter. There were
two more
soldiers at the door of the stateroom, and their muskets
seemed
not to be loaded, for they never fired upon us, and
they were
shot whi!e trying to fix their bayonets. Then we rushed
on into
the captain's cabin, but as we pushed open the door
there was an
explosion from within, and there he lay with his brains
smeared
over the chart of the Atlantic which was pinned upon
the table,
while the chaplain stood with a smoking pistol in
his hand at his
elbow. The two mates had both been seized by the crew,
and the
whole business seemed to be settled.
" 'The stateroom was next the cabin, and we
flocked in there
and flopped down on the settees, all speaking together,
for we
were just mad with the feeling that we were free once
more.
There were lockers all round, and Wilson, the sham
chaplain,
knocked one of them in, and pulled out a dozen of
brown sherry.
We cracked off the necks of the bottles, poured the
stuff out into
tumblers, and were just tossing them off when in an
instant
without warning there came the roar of muskets in
our ears, and
the saloon was so full of smoke that we could not
see across the
table. When it cleared again the place was a shambles.
Wilson
and eight others were wriggling on the top of each
other on the
floor, and the blood and the brown sherry on that
table turn me
sick now when I think of it. We were so cowed by the
sight that
I think we should have given the job up if it had
not been for
Prendergast. He bellowed like a bull and rushed for
the door
with all that were left alive at his heels. Out we
ran, and there on
the poop were the lieutenant and ten of his men. The
swing
skylights above the saloon table had been a bit open,
and they
had fired on us through the slit. We got on them before
they
could load, and they stood to it like men; but we
had the upper
hand of them, and in five minutes it was all over.
My God! was
there ever a slaughter-house like that ship! Prendergast
was like a
raging devil, and he picked the soldiers up as if
they had been
children and threw them overboard alive or dead. There
was one
sergeant that was horribly wounded and yet kept on
swimming
for a surprising time until someone in mercy blew
out his brains.
When the fighting was over there was no one left of
our enemies
except just the warders, the mates, and the doctor.
" 'lt was over them that the great quarrel
arose. There were
many of us who were glad enough to win back our freedom,
and
yet who had no wish to have murder on our souls. It
was one
thing to knock the soldiers over with their muskets
in their
hands, and it was another to stand by while men were
being
killed in cold blood. Eight of us, five convicts and
three sailors,
said that we would not see it done. But there was
no moving
Prendergast and those who were with him. Our only
chance of
safety lay in making a clean job of it, salid he,
and he would not
leave a tongue with power to wag in a witness-box.
It nearly
came to our sharing the fate of the prisoners, but
at last he said
that if we wished we might take a boat and go. We
jumped at the
offer, for we were already sick of these blood-thirsty
doings, and
we saw that there would be worse beforo it was done.
We were
given a suit of sailor togs each, a barrel of water,
two casks, one
of junk and one of biscuits, and a compass. Prendergast
threw us
over a chart, told us that we were shiprecked mariners
whose
ship had foundered in Lat. 15 degrees and Long. 25
degrees west,
and then cut the painter and let us go.
" 'And now I come to the most surprising part
of my story,
my dear son. The seamen had hauled the fore-yard aback
during
the rising, but now as we left them they brought it
square again,
and as there was a light wind from the north and east
the bark
began to draw slowly away from us. Our boat lay, rising
and
falling, upon the long, smooth rollers, and Evans
and I, who
were the most educated of the party, were sitting
in the sheets
working out our position and planning what coast we
should
make for. It was a nice question, for the Cape Verdes
were about
five hundred miles to the north of us, and the African
coast about
seven hundred to the east. On the whole, as the wind
was
coming round to the north, we thought hat Sierra Leone
might
be best and turned our head in that direction, the
bark being at
that time nearly hull down on our starboard quarter.
Suddenly as
we looked at her we saw a dense black cloud of smoke
shoot up
from her, which hung like a monstrous tree upon the
sky-line. A
few seconds later a roar like thunder burst upon our
ears, and as
the smoke thinned away there was no sign left of the
Gloria
Scott. In an instant we swept the boat's head round
again and
pulled with all our strength for the place where the
haze still
trailing over the water marked the scene of this catastrophe.
" 'It was a long hour before we reached it,
and at first we
feared that we had come too late to save anyone. A
splintered
boat and a number of crates and fragments of spars
rising and
falling on the waves showed us where the vessel had
foundered;
but there was no sign of life, and we had turned away
in despair,
when we heard a cry for help and saw at some distance
a piece
of wreckage with a man lying stretchetl across it.
When we
pulled him aboard the boat he proved to be a young
seaman of
the name of Hudson, who was so burned and exhausted
that he
could give us no account of what had happened until
the follow-
ing morning.
" 'It seemed that after we had left, Prendergast
and his gang
had proceeded to put to death the five remaining prisoners.
The
two warders had been shot and thrown overboard, and
so also
had the third mate. Prendergast then descended into
the 'tween-
decks and with his own hands cut the throat of the
unfortunate
surgeon. There only remained the first mate, who was
a bold and
active man. When he saw the convict approaching him
with the
bloody knife in his hand he kicked off his bonds,
which he had
somehow contrived to loosen, and rushing down the
deck he
plunged into the after-hold. A dozen convicts, who
descended
with their pistols in search of him, found him with
a match-box
in his hand seated beside an open powder-barrel, which
was one
of the hundred carried on board, and swearing that
he would
blow all hands up if he were in any way molested.
An instant
later the explosion occurred, though Hudson thought
it was
caused by the misdirected bullet of one of the convicts
rather
than the mate's match. Be the cause what it may, it
was the
end of the Gloria Scott and of the rabble who held
command of
her.
" 'Such, in a few words, my dear boy, is the
history of this
terrible business in which I was involved. Next day
we were
picked up by the brig Hotspur, bound for Australia,
whose
captain found no difficulty in believing that we were
the survi-
vors of a passenger ship which had foundered. The
transport ship
Gloria Scott was set down by the Admiralty as being
lost at sea,
and no word has ever leaked out as to her true fate.
After an
excellent voyage the Hotspur landed us at Sydney,
where Evans
and I changed our names and made our way to the diggings,
where, among the crowds who were gathered from all
nations,
we had no difficulty in losing our former identities.
The rest I
need not relate. We prospered, we travelled, we came
back as
rich colonials to England, and we bought country estates.
For
more than twenty years we have led peaceful and useful
lives,
and we hoped that our past was forever buried. Imagine,
then,
my feelings when in the seaman who came to us I recognized
instantly the man who had been picked off the wreck.
He had
tracked us down somehow and had set himself to live
upon our
fears. You will understand now how it was that I strove
to keep
the peace with him, and you will in some measure sympathize
with me in the fears which fill me, now that he has
gone from
me to his other victim with threats upon his tongue.'
"Underneath is written in a hand so shaky as
to be hardly
legible, 'Beddoes writes in cipher to say H. has told
all. Sweet
Lord, have mercy on our souls!'
"That was the narrative which I read that night
to young
Trevor, and I think, Watson, that under the circumstances
it was
a dramatic one. The good fellow was heart-broken at
it, and
went out to the Terai tea planting, where I hear that
he is doing
well. As to the sailor and Beddoes, neither of them
was ever
heard of again after that day on which the letter
of warning was
written. They both disappeared utterly and completely.
No com-
plaint had been lodged with the police, so that Beddoes
had
mistaken a threat for a deed. Hudson had been seen
lurking
about, and it was believed by the police that he had
done away
with Beddoes and had fled. For myself I believe that
the truth
was exactly the opposite. I think that it is most
probable that
Beddoes, pushed to desperation and believing himself
to have
been already betrayed, had revenged himself upon Hudson,
and
had fled from the country with as much money as he
could lay
his hands on. Those are the facts of the case, Doctor,
and if they
are of any use to your collection, I am sure that
they are very
heartily at your service." |