The Raffles Megapack. E.W. Hornung
“Simply that he’s been on my track for some time, probably ever since friend Crawshay slipped clean through his fingers last November. There have been other indications. I am really not unprepared for this. But it can only be pure suspicion. I’ll defy him to bring anything home, and I’ll defy him to find the pearl! Theory, my dear Bunny? I know how he’s got here as well as though I’d been inside that Scotchman’s skin, and I know what he’ll do next. He found out I’d gone abroad, and looked for a motive; he found out about von Heumann and his mission, and there was his motive cut-and-dried. Great chance—to nab me on a new job altogether. But he won’t do it, Bunny; mark my words, he’ll search the ship and search us all, when the loss is known; but he’ll search in vain. And there’s the skipper beckoning the whippersnapper to his cabin: the fat will be in the fire in five minutes!”
Yet there was no conflagration, no fuss, no searching of the passengers, no whisper of what had happened in the air; instead of a stir there was portentous peace; and it was clear to me that Raffles was not a little disturbed at the falsification of all his predictions. There was something sinister in silence under such a loss, and the silence was sustained for hours during which Mackenzie never reappeared. But he was abroad during the luncheon-hour—he was in our cabin! I had left my book in Raffles’s berth, and in taking it after lunch I touched the quilt. It was warm from the recent pressure of flesh and blood, and on an instinct I sprang to the ventilator; as I opened it the ventilator opposite was closed with a snap.
I waylaid Raffles. “All right! Let him find the pearl.”
“Have you dumped it overboard?”
“That’s a question I shan’t condescend to answer.”
He turned on his heel, and at subsequent intervals I saw him making the most of his last afternoon with the inevitable Miss Werner. I remember that she looked both cool and smart in quite a simple affair of brown holland, which toned well with her complexion, and was cleverly relieved with touches of scarlet. I quite admired her that afternoon, for her eyes were really very good, and so were her teeth, yet I had never admired her more directly in my own despite. For I passed them again and again in order to get a word with Raffles, to tell him I knew there was danger in the wind; but he would not so much as catch my eye. So at last I gave it up. And I saw him next in the captain’s cabin.
They had summoned him first; he had gone in smiling; and smiling I found him when they summoned me. The state-room was spacious, as befitted that of a commander. Mackenzie sat on the settee, his beard in front of him on the polished table; but a revolver lay in front of the captain; and, when I had entered, the chief officer, who had summoned me, shut the door and put his back to it. Von Heumann completed the party, his fingers busy with his mustache.
Raffles greeted me.
“This is a great joke!” he cried. “You remember the pearl you were so keen about, Bunny, the emperor’s pearl, the pearl money wouldn’t buy? It seems it was entrusted to our little friend here, to take out to Canoodle Dum, and the poor little chap’s gone and lost it; ergo, as we’re Britishers, they think we’ve got it!”
“But I know ye have,” put in Mackenzie, nodding to his beard.
“You will recognize that loyal and patriotic voice,” said Raffles. “Mon, ’tis our auld acquaintance Mackenzie, o’ Scoteland Yarrd an’ Scoteland itsel’!”
“Dat is enough,” cried the captain. “Have you submid to be searge, or do I vorce you?”
“What you will,” said Raffles, “but it will do you no harm to give us fair play first. You accuse us of breaking into Captain von Heumann’s state-room during the small hours of this morning, and abstracting from it this confounded pearl. Well, I can prove that I was in my own room all night long, and I have no doubt my friend can prove the same.”
“Most certainly I can,” said I indignantly. “The ship’s boys can bear witness to that.”
Mackenzie laughed, and shook his head at his reflection in the polished mahogany.
“That was ver clever,” said he, “and like enough it would ha’ served ye had I not stepped aboard. But I’ve just had a look at they ventilators, and I think I know how ye worrked it. Anyway, captain, it makes no matter. I’ll just be clappin’ the derbies on these young sparks, an’ then—”
“By what right?” roared Raffles, in a ringing voice, and I never saw his face in such a blaze. “Search us if you like; search every scrap and stitch we possess; but you dare to lay a finger on us without a warrant!”
“I wouldna’ dare,” said Mackenzie, as he fumbled in his breast pocket, and Raffles dived his hand into his own. “Haud his wrist!” shouted the Scotchman; and the huge Colt that had been with us many a night, but had never been fired in my hearing, clattered on the table and was raked in by the captain.
“All right,” said Raffles savagely to the mate. “You can let go now. I won’t try it again. Now, Mackenzie, let’s see your warrant!”
“Ye’ll no mishandle it?”
“What good would that do me? Let me see it,” said Raffles, peremptorily, and the detective obeyed. Raffles raised his eyebrows as he perused the document; his mouth hardened, but suddenly relaxed; and it was with a smile and a shrug that he returned the paper.
“Wull that do for ye?” inquired Mackenzie.
“It may. I congratulate you, Mackenzie; it’s a strong hand, at any rate. Two burglaries and the Melrose necklace, Bunny!” And he turned to me with a rueful smile.
“An’ all easy to prove,” said the Scotchman, pocketing the warrant. “I’ve one o’ these for you,” he added, nodding to me, “only not such a long one.”
“To think,” said the captain reproachfully, “that my shib should be made a den of thiefs! It shall be a very disagreeable madder, I have been obliged to pud you both in irons until we get to Nables.”
“Surely not!” exclaimed Raffles. “Mackenzie, intercede with him; don’t give your countrymen away before all hands! Captain, we can’t escape; surely you could hush it up for the night? Look here, here’s everything I have in my pockets; you empty yours, too, Bunny, and they shall strip us stark if they suspect we’ve weapons up our sleeves. All I ask is that we are allowed to get out of this without gyves upon our wrists!”
“Webbons you may not have,” said the captain; “but wad aboud der bearl dat you were sdealing?”
“You shall have it!” cried Raffles. “You shall have it this minute if you guarantee no public indignity on board!”
“That I’ll see to,” said Mackenzie, “as long as you behave yourselves. There now, where is’t?”
“On the table under your nose.”
My eyes fell with the rest, but no pearl was there; only the contents of our pockets—our watches, pocket-books, pencils, penknives, cigarette cases—lay on the shiny table along with the revolvers already mentioned.
“Ye’re humbuggin’ us,” said Mackenzie. “What’s the use?”
“I’m doing nothing of the sort,” laughed Raffles. “I’m testing you. Where’s the harm?”
“It’s here, joke apart?”
“On that table, by all my gods.”
Mackenzie opened the cigarette cases and shook each particular cigarette. Thereupon Raffles prayed to be allowed to smoke one, and, when his prayer was heard, observed that the pearl had been on the table much longer than the cigarettes. Mackenzie promptly caught up the Colt and opened the chamber in the butt.
“Not there, not there,” said Raffles; “but you’re getting hot. Try the cartridges.”
Mackenzie emptied them into his palm, and shook each one at his ear without result.
“Oh,