Smuggler's Moon (26 page)

“None at all,” said I.

“Hmmm, well, I’ll find out when we get there, I suppose. In the meantime, you’d like to talk to Bunkins, would you?”

“I would.”

“He’s belowdecks. Go find him. He’ll show you round
the vessel. I do believe that he’s as proud of the
Indian Princess
as I am.”

I took my leave of him and went, as I’d been told, to search out Jimmie B.

Finding him offered no difficulty; keeping him was quite another matter. He was overseeing the finishing touches to be put upon the cabins belowdecks and seemed to be taking his responsibilities every bit as seriously as his cove. And so likewise did he use the same devices upon those doing the work. He railed at some and encouraged others, shook his finger at some and patted others upon the back. Yet it was all taken in good stead, and the work continued at the same furious pace below as on deck.

As Bunkins called the attention of one of the carpenters to a bit of indifferent sanding, I interrupted with a hand upon his shoulder. He whirled about, ready for anything (like the street boy he once had been), but then, recognizing me, he relaxed, laughing, and pushed my hat down over my face.

“Well, Jeremy, how’s my old chum?”

“Right as rain,” said I. ”The cove said you’d show me round the boat.”

“Ship, Jeremy, ship,” he instructed me. ”Vessel, you
might
say, but it’s never a boat. A sloop’s just too big to be called so.”

“I stand corrected,” said I. It was seldom that Bunkins had the opportunity to put me in the right on matters of proper usage, and it did seem to me that he was belaboring the matter a bit.

“That’s as the cove says, anyways.”

“Ah, yes, well … ahem,” said I, waiting.

He looked at me oddly for a moment, but then the light in his eyes rekindled, and he gave a great, loud laugh.

“You’re waiting for me to show you ‘round down here, an’t you?”

“Well … yes. That is, Mr. Bilbo said …”

”True, but he didn’t know how much more we still got to do down here.”

“Another time, then?”

“Whenever you’re next aboard.”

“That’ll be tomorrow. I’m going to passenger down to Gravesend on the
Indian Princess
with a couple of the Bow Street Runners.”

“We’ll do it then, I swear.”

And saying thus, he raised his right hand and placed his left over his heart, making it official.

He was as good as his word; that next day, he took me on a quick tour belowdecks immediately as I again set foot upon the
Indian Princess.
I had come, as I had promised, in company with constables Bailey and Patley. They, who had packed light, tossed the little they had into one of the cabins and went above to await our departure. It was then that Bunkins grabbed me by the wrist and began showing me cabin after cabin, far more than I had expected.

“We put in four extra,” he explained. ”That’s what all that work was yesterday—trying to get them done proper before we sailed.”

The gun deck, where the crew slept, was correspondingly smaller. But then, as Bunkins explained, not so many would be needed to man the sloop if it were to be used for pleasure. As it was, the crew which would take the
Indian Princess
on its test run was hardly more than it would take to sail a yacht.

“Just a few who sailed with Mr. Bilbo in the old days,” said Bunkins. ”They’re off together on a lark.”

It remained for me to inquire about the gun ports. I had noticed that they had not been sealed, but rather, had been fixed with hinged doors, so that they might still be put to their original use.

“That’s a sort of secret,” said he. ”Keep a dubber mum, will you, chum?”

I promised that I would indeed keep a dubber mum.

There was a bit of a creak from below, another from above, and then there was a curious feeling of floating free; we were launched—afloat in the Thames.

“Come, Jeremy, let’s up and out and watch all London go by!”

And that was what we did, hanging out over the gunwale, near the prow of the ship. A light wind touched our faces, giving to me the feeling that we were hurtling along at a very high rate of speed; whereas we were moving at little more than the speed of the current. Still and all, the buildings and roads on the shore along the way seemed absolutely to flash by at a rate much faster than that achieved by any horse-drawn conveyance.

A few watermen in their boats deigned to wave us a greeting. We waved back most enthusiastically. I know not why—perhaps it was no more than the face of one of the watermen which reminded me—but my thoughts were carried back in an instant to him I had met the day before in Mr. Bilbo’s gaming club. I decided to ask Bunkins about him.

“Jimmie B,” said I. ”I chased about a good long while, looking for you and your cove. And the last place I looked before I came to Wapping was the club in Mayfair.”

“Yes?” said he. ”What about it?”

“Well, there was a cod there, he was helpful enough, told me where to go to find you, but there was something about him …”

“Something you didn’t much care for?”

“Well … yes, that’s right.”

“That’d be Mr. Slade, and truth to tell, I don’t care for him much myself.”

“What’s he doing there? Does he work for Mr. Bilbo?”

“No. You know the cove, he don’t talk much about his business, or his plans for the future, or any such matters,
but he’s let it out that this here Mr. Slade has made an offer to buy the gaming club.”

“To
buy
it? I didn’t know it was for sale. I mean, what’s Mr. Bilbo say about it? Does he want to sell?”

“He says he’s thinking it over.” Bunkins sighed. ”He must take it pretty seriously, though. He’s given him the run of the club whilst we’re gone, so he can see how it works.” He shook his head in a gesture of disapproval. ”I’ll tell you, Jeremy, there’s a lot going on that I don’t understand, but I’ve got the feeling that there’s some big changes coming.” He looked distinctly unhappy.

Neither of us knew his future, and that put a pall upon the present. Even though it was great fun to see London and its eastern villages scattered out along the riverbanks, it did not seem enough to raise our spirits. Yet we entertained ourselves by pointing out each to the other various oddities and curiosities viewed along the way. Thus we passed our time during the comparatively short voyage downriver to Gravesend. There the great river had widened and deepened to the extent that it was possible for Mr. Bilbo, who served as helmsman, to steer in close to shore and drop anchor. Bunkins was called upon to oversee this, and I realized what should have been clear to me yesterday: that he had picked up a good deal of maritime lore and practice and would probably learn more on this voyage and on others like it.

Along the riverbank I caught sight of a hackney coach thundering up the riverside road to meet us. The coach—or perhaps the team of horses—looked familiar to me, as indeed they should have. Yet I could only be sure of who was inside when it stopped and Mick Crawly climbed down to assist Sir John from the interior of the coach. The magistrate jumped down, as he usually did, but Mick was on hand to steady him and made sure he did not fall.

“Halloo, the
Indian Princess
! Permission to come
aboard?” Sir John’s powerful baritone cry floated steady across the water to us.

“Permission granted!” Mr. Bilbo’s response, which sounded even stronger, was returned most immediately and, it seemed to me, quite enthusiastically.

Then, almost as an afterthought, Mr. Bilbo instructed Bunkins (whom he addressed as
Mister
Bunkins) to lower a boat, and indeed Bunkins saw to it.

Constables Bailey and Patley, and I myself did climb down the rope ladder to the waiting boat. Of us three, Constable Patley had potentially the greatest difficulty because of the rifled musket he carried. Yet he solved his problem with a strap which ran from the bottom of the stock to the barrel. Using it, he simply slung the weapon over his shoulder, and thus had both hands free to use to descend the rope ladder. Neither Mr. Bailey nor I had any such problem.

The two oarsmen supplied by Mr. Bilbo had no difficulty ferrying us to the riverbank, nor was the bank so steep that it caused difficulty; steps had been cut into it. Once constables Bailey and Patley had ascended to the high ground, where they were greeted by Sir John, I climbed the stairs that I might assist him down them and into the boat. That much he allowed, but when I moved to climb in after him, he barred my way.

“It will not be necessary to accompany me, Jeremy. I take it you have with you a document from Lord Mansfield giving me a temporary appointment in Deal?”

“Right in my pocket, Sir John.”

“Excellent. Then you accomplished all the tasks I gave you commendably well. I shall take over at this point, having offered you my thanks.”

“But … but won’t you need me to help you up the ladder?”

“Jeremy, I am quite capable of climbing a rope ladder by myself. I climbed hundreds of them during my time in the Navy.”

”As you wish, Sir John,” said I with a sigh.

“That is how I wish it.”

With that, he took his place in the boat. The oarsmen pushed off, and in not much more than a minute, were there at the
Indian Princess.
As he had predicted, Sir John made it to the top of the ladder without incident, and there was met by Mr. Bilbo, who helped him over the gunwale and onto the deck. Then, for nearly half an hour, the two men parlayed as they walked every inch of the sloop’s topdeck.

At one point, as I stood watching with the two constables, Mr. Patley remarked to us, ”I wonder what Sir John is planning with that old pirate.”

“Whatever it is,” responded Mr. Bailey, ”it’s going to cause some smuggler one hell of a great lot of trouble.”

NINE

In which Mr. Eccles
returns just as the
horsemen arrive

T
he afternoon drive from Gravesend back to Deal was uneventful, save for the one incident which I have described, wherein quite unexpectedly Sir John declared that an attack upon an officer of the court was an attack upon the law itself. He broke what had been a long silence to say that—yet silence, in this case, should be understood only in a relative sense. Certainly, there had been naught said by the two constables for many miles; having put in a full night marching about the unruly precincts of London, they were naturally quite tired. They promptly fell asleep as Mr. Crawly set his coach upon the main road and headed for Deal. I remained awake, yet though I sat next to Sir John, he showed little inclination to talk to me. Nevertheless, he was far from quiet. There were steady murmurings and grunts from him; he must be either in deep conversation with himself, or in a troubled
sleep. All other signs—his erect posture in the seat, the swiftly altering expressions of his face—indicated that the former was the more likely.

I wished to ask him questions. Indeed I wished to know just what it was he and Mr. Bilbo had discussed at such length as they ambled back and forth cross the decks of the
Indian Princess.
Clearly, Sir John had a plan, one which included Mr. Bilbo and perhaps also his ship. And I had an important matter to communicate to Sir John as well: I had not yet had the opportunity to tell him of the detachment of cavalry which would soon be under his command. Nevertheless, I kept my peace. There was simply no getting through to him whilst he was in such a state.

I did make only one attempt to do so, and that was just following his sudden pronouncement. He had spoken out with such authority that he roused both the sleeping constables; they sat up in their seats, blinked, and waited for him to continue. When he did not, they allowed their eyelids to droop once more and soon were fast asleep just as before. For my part, I took a chance, and once it was clear that he would add nothing to what he had said, I decided to tell him what I had to tell.

“Sir John,” I blurted, ”I’ve an important bit of information for you.”

“Can it wait?”

“Well, I suppose it can.”

“Then later, please.”

And having said that, he went back to his muttering. His conversation with himself thus continued.

As it happened, I had not the chance to tell him of the cavalry’s impending arrival until much later that day; it was, in fact, well into evening when I did. After we had eaten dinner—and a fine dinner it was, prepared for us by Mrs. Sarton (Clarissa also had a hand in it)—Sir John met with his constables to acquaint them with the situation in Deal before Mr. Perkins took them out to show them the
town. Only after they had departed did I take it upon myself to knock upon the door to the little room which had served Albert Sarton as his study. Invited inside, I took a chair just opposite the one in which Sir John sat at the desk.

“Well, Jeremy,” said he, ”I believe you told me earlier that you had an important bit of information which you wished to pass on to me.”

“That’s right, sir, I do.”

“I asked you then to hold it until later. Well, this is later, is it not? Let me hear this information.”

Whereupon I disclosed that he would, in a day or two, have a small contingent of cavalry at his disposal.