Under Sail — Story, Setting & Ideas

ace to hold it against the impact of the waves. At the bottom there were additional fastenings. Thus the port, when tightly caulked from without, became an integral part of the hull; I was told, and could believe it, that there had never been a trace of leakage from her bows. Most remarkable of all, I was told that when it became necessary to lift these ports for use, the task could easily be accomplished by two or three men and a stout watch-tackle.... This, also, I am prepared to believe’

"There seemed to be a general drift to Lee Fu’s rambling narrative, but I hadn’t yet caught sight of a logical dénouement. ’To resume the story of the coolie’ he continued with exasperating deliberation ’This, in plain language, is what he saw. Our friend, Captain Wilbur, descended into the lower hold, and worked his way forward to the fore-peak, where there was little cargo. There he laboured with great effort for several hours; you will recall that he is a vigorous man. He had equipped himself with a short crowbar, and carried a light tackle wrapped about his body beneath the coat. The tackle he loosened and hung to a hook above the middle of the port; I take it that he had brought this gear merely for the purpose of lowering easily the iron cross bars, so that they would make no noise. Had one fallen...’

"’Good God, Lee Fu, what are you trying to tell me?’

"’Merely occurrences. Many quite impossible things, Captain, nevertheless get themselves done in the dark, in secret places, out of sight and mind.... So, with the short crowbar he pried loose little by little the iron braces to the port, slinging them in his tackle and dropping them softly one by one into the ship’s bottom. It was a heavy task; the coolie said that sweat poured from the big man like rain. Yet he was bent on accomplishment, and persevered until he had done the job. Later he removed all the additional port fastenings; last of all he covered the cross-bars with dunnage, and rolled against the bow several bulky bales of matting to conceal the crime.... Captain, when the _Speedwell_ sailed from Hong Kong on her last voyage in command of our honoured friend one of her great bowports below the water hung on its hinges without internal fastenings, held in place only by the tightness of the caulking. The first heavy sea...’

"’Can it be possible?’ said I through clenched teeth.

"’Oh, yes, so easily. It happened, and has become a part of life. As I told you, I have investigated with scrupulous care; my men dare not tell me lies’

"I was still trying to get my bearings, to grasp a clue. ’But why should he do it, Lee Fu? Had he anything against Turner?’

"’Not at all. You do not seem to understand. He was tired of the vessel, and freights were becoming very poor. He wanted the insurance. He now assures himself that he had no thought of disaster; one could hardly foresee an early typhoon. He had it in mind for the ship to sink discreetly, in pleasant weather, so that all hands might escape.... Yet he was willing to run the risk of wholesale murder. Remember how he sweated at the task, there in the fetid air of the lower hold. It was absentee murder, if you will; he did not contemplate, he was not forced to contemplate, the possible results of his act on the lives of others.... What do you think now, Captain, of a man who will betray his profession?’

"I got up abruptly and began to pace the floor. The damnable affair had made me sick at heart, and a little sick at the stomach. What to think?—what to believe? It seemed incredible, fantastic; there must be some mistake.... While I was pacing, Lee Fu changed his position. He faced the desk, stretched out an arm, and put his palm flat down on the polished surface.

"’Thus the gods have struck’ said he, in that changeless voice that seemed an echo of the ages ’There is blood at last, Captain—twenty-seven lives, and among them one dear to us—enough to convince even one of your race that a crime has been committed. But my analysis was seriously in error. The criminal, it seems, is destined not to suffer. He continues to go about carried by three men in white and crimson livery, his belly full of food and wine. Others have paid the price. Instead of toppling, his life spins on with renewed momentum. My query has been answered; he has escaped the gods’

"’Can’t you rip the case open, jostle his security? Isn’t there some way...?’

"’No way’ said Lee Fu with a shake of the head ’You forget the fine principle of extraterritoriality, which you have so kindly imposed on us by force of arms. Captain Wilbur is not subject to Chinese justice; your own courts have exclusive jurisdiction over him, his kind, and all their works. No, Captain, he is amply protected. What could I accomplish in your courts with this fanciful accusation, and for witnesses a coolie and a sampan-man?’

"I continued to pace the floor, thinking dark thoughts. There was a way, of course ... between man and man; but such things aren’t done any longer by civilized people. We’re supposed not to go about with firearms, privately meting out justice. We are domesticated. Whatever the thoughts I might have harboured, in the first anger of the realization of wrong, I knew very well that I shouldn’t act on them. Lee Fu was right, there was nothing to be done; the man had made good his escape from the hand of destiny.

"Pacing rapidly, as if pursued by a veritable phantom of crime, and oblivious of everything but the four walls of the room, I nearly floored the chief clerk, Sing Toy, as he pattered in with a message from the outer office. He ducked, slipped behind the lamp, and began whispering in Lee Fu’s ear.

"’_Ah!_’ exclaimed Lee Fu sharply.

"I started, whirled around in my tracks. His voice had lost the level, passive tone; it had taken on the timbre of action. Suddenly, with a quick rustle of silken garments, he stood up behind the desk; the abrupt motion threw his shadow across the floor and up the opposite wall. With a subtle thrill of anticipation, I felt the profound psychic change that had come over my friend. The very air of the room had quickened before that single exclamation, as if a cold breeze had blown through.... A breeze, indeed, was at that moment trying hard to find an entrance; the absolute silence of the room brought out in sharp relief the tumult outside, the hoarse voice of the rising gale. We stood as if listening. I looked at Lee Fu, caught his eye. It was charged with energy and purpose, with something like relief—like the eye of a man who has made up his mind after a long period of bewilderment, who begins to understand....

"’Send him in, alone’ said he in Chinese to Sing Toy, now at the outer door.

"’Who is it?’ I asked hoarsely.

"’The man we have been speaking of’

"’Wilbur? What the devil...?’

"’He merely dropped in as he was passing, to make a call’ said Lee Fu, speaking rapidly ’So he thinks—but I think otherwise’ Leaning forward across the desk, he fixed me with an extended arm that trembled slightly before it found its aim. ’Keep silence’ he commanded ’Beware of word or glance. This chanced by predestination. We are on the threshold of the gods’

Lee Fu remained standing as Captain Wilbur entered the room. His hurried admonition still rang in my ears ’Keep silence—beware of word or glance!’ But I couldn’t have spoken; had I opened my mouth just then, it would have been only to emit a snarl of anger. To beware of glances was a different matter. The task might be easy enough for Lee Fu, with that perfect self-control of his that extended to the last nerve of his eyelids and the last muscle of his fingertips; but for my part I was spiritually incapable, as it were, of keeping rage and abomination out of my eyes. I stood as if rooted to the floor, gazing point-blank at Wilbur with a stare that must have made him wonder about my sanity. For, of course, he hadn’t the slightest suspicion that we knew what we knew.

"’Good afternoon, Captain Wilbur’ said Lee Fu blandly ’Do you seek refuge from the storm? ... I think you are acquainted with Captain Nichols, of the barque _Omega_. He arrived this morning from the Celebes’

"’Oh, how do you do, Nichols’ said Wilbur, advancing down the room ’I’ve missed you around town for a good while, it seems to me. So you’ve been off on one of your famous exploring trips? Then you’ll have a lot to tell us. I suppose you had the usual assortment of romantic and tragic adventures?’

"I drew back behind the desk, to escape shaking his hand. ’No’ I answered ’nothing like the adventure that awaited me here’

"He settled himself in a chair, directly in range of the light; smiled, and lifted his eyebrows. ’So...? Well, I can believe you. This office, you know, is the heart of all adventure. The most romantic room in the East—presided over by the very genius of romance’ He bowed toward Lee Fu, and touched a match to a long Manila. ’Genius, or demon, which is it, now?’ he chuckled, his eyes twinkling from Lee Fu to me.

"’You honour me, Captain’ interposed Lee Fu quickly, cutting me off from the necessity of speaking. ’If, indeed, you do not flatter. I merely observe and live. It is life that may be called the heart of all adventure—life, with its amazing secrets that one by one transpire into the day, and with its enormous burden of evil that weighs us down like slaves’

"Wilbur laughed. ’Yes, that’s it, no doubt. But there’s some good, too, Lee Fu—plenty of good. Don’t be a pessimist. Yet you’re right enough in a way; the evil always does manage to be more romantic’

"’Much more romantic’ observed Lee Fu ’And the secrets are more romantic still. Consider, for instance, the case of a man with a dark secret that by chance has become known, though he is not aware of the fact. How infinitely romantic! He feels secure; yet inevitably it will be disclosed. When, and how? Such a case would be well worth watching ... as the great poet had in mind when he wrote "Murder will out"’

"The winged words made no impression on their mark. Wilbur met Lee Fu’s glance frankly, innocently, with interest and even with a trace of amusement at the other’s flight of fancy. The full light of the lamp illuminated his features, the least fleeting expression couldn’t have escaped us. By Jove, he was superb; the damned rascal hadn’t a nerve in his body. To be sure, he still had no suspicion, and attributed Lee Fu’s shaft to a mere chance; yet this very factor of safety lent additional point to the finish of his dissimulation. He might at least have indulged himself in a start, a glance, a knitting of the eyebrows; his conscience, or his memory if he hadn’t a conscience, might have received a faint surprise. But his watchfulness must have been unfailing, automatic. Or was it that a reminder of his appalling crime woke no echo at all in his breast?

"I examined him closely. Above a trimmed brown beard his cheeks showed the ruddy colour of health and energy; his eyes were steady, his mouth was strong and clean, a head of fine grey hair surmounted a high forehead; the whole aspect of his countenance was pleasing and dignified. He had good hands, broad yet closely knit, and ruddy with the same glow of health that rose in his face. He was dressed neatly in a plain blue serge suit, with square-toed russet shoes encasing small feet, a dark bow-tie at his throat, and a narrow gold watch chain strung across his vest. Sitting at ease, with an arm thrown over the chair-back and one ankle resting on the other knee, he presented a fine figure of a man, a figure that might have been that of a prosperous and benevolent merchant, a man who had passed through the world with merit and integrity, and now was enjoying his just reward.

"He gave a hearty laugh. ’For the Lord’s sake, you fellows, come on out of the gloom!’ he cried ’A pretty state of mind you seem to have worked yourselves into, hobnobbing here behind closed doors. I drop in for a chat, and find a couple of blue devils up to their ears in the sins of humanity. Nichols, over there, is just as bad as the other; he’s scarcely opened his mouth since I came in. What’s the matter? ... You have to fight these moods, you know’ he quizzed ’It doesn’t do to let them get the upper hand’

"’It is the mood of the approaching storm’ said Lee Fu quietly ’We have been speaking of typhoons, and of the fate that they sometimes bring to men’

"A fiercer squall than the last shook the building; it passed in a moment, ceasing suddenly, as if dropping us somewhere in mid-air. Wilbur was the first to speak after the uproar.

"’Yes, it’s going to be another terror, I’m afraid. A bad night to be on the water, gentlemen. I shouldn’t care to be threshing around outside, now, as poor Turner was such a short time ago’

"I could have struck him across the mouth for the shocking callousness of the words. A bad night outside! He dared to speak of it; he, sitting there so comfortably, so correctly, alive and well, glad to be safe in port and sorry for those afloat—the same remorseless devil who had sent Turner to his doom.

"Lee Fu’s voice fell like oil on a breaking sea. ’All signs point to another severe typhoon. But, as I was telling Captain Nichols, these late storms are often irregular—like the early ones.... It happened, Captain Wilbur, that the loss of the _Speedwell_ was the subject we were discussing when you came in’

"’Too bad—too bad’ said Wilbur soberly, as if overcome by thoughts of the disaster ’You were away, Nichols, weren’t you? Of course!—then you’ve just heard of it. It was a bad week here, I can tell you, after the news came in. I shall never forget it.... Well, we take our chances....’

"’Some of us do, and some of us don’t’ I snapped.

"’That’s just the way I felt about it, at the time’ said he simply ’I didn’t feel right, to have both feet on the ground. Seemed as if there must have been something we could have done, something we had neglected. It came home hard to me’

"My jaw fairly dropped as I listened to the man. Something he had neglected? ... Was it possible that he liked to talk about the affair? He didn’t seem anxious to turn the conversation.

"’Captain Nichols and I were wondering’ observed Lee Fu ’why it was that the _Speedwell_ did not remain afloat, after she had cast her anchors. Neither of us can recall another incident of the kind. What is your opinion, Captain Wilbur; you have examined the hull, as it lies on the bottom’

"’It isn’t a matter of opinion’ Wilbur answered ’Haven’t I told you?—I thought I’d seen you since the inspection. I put on a diver’s suit, you know, Nichols, and went down.... Why, the simple explanation is, her starboard bow-port in the lower hold is stove in. It must have happened after she came to anchor. She lay there just scooping up water at every plunge—filled and sank as she lay. I’ve always been afraid of those big bow-ports; the moment I heard of the peculiar circumstances of the disaster, I knew in my heart what had happened’

"’Did you?’ inquired Lee Fu, with a slight hardening of the voice ’Strange—but so did I’

"Wilbur gazed at him questioningly, knitting his brows. ’Oh, yes, I remember. I was wondering how you happened to think of her bow-ports. But you told me that you had examined them....’

"’Yes, I examined them.... Captain Wilbur, have you collected your insurance money?’ The question came with an abruptness that marked a change of tactics; to me, who knew Lee Fu so well, it obviously marked the first turning point in some as yet impenetrable plan.

"Wilbur frowned and glanced up sharply, very properly offended. The next moment he had decided to pass it off as an instance of alien manners. ’As a matter of fact, I’ve just cleaned up to-day’ he replied brusquely ’Had my final settlement with Lloyds this morning—and did a silly thing, as a fellow will sometimes. You know, they had a package of large denomination bank notes in the office, crisp, wonderful looking fellows; I took a sudden fancy for them, and in a moment of childishness asked to have my money in that form. They chaffed me a good deal, but I stuck to it. You’d hardly believe, would you, that a fellow would be such a fool? I can prove it to you, though; I’ve got those bills in my pocket now. By Jove, that reminds me—what time is it getting to be? I must leave them at the bank before it closes’

"’What is the total amount of the bank notes that you have in your possession?’ asked Lee Fu in a level tone that carried its own insult.

Wilbur plainly showed his astonishment now. ’The total amount? ... Well, if you want all the details, I have about forty thousand dollars in my pocket. I’m not aware, however, that it’s any concern of yours....’

"Lee Fu shot at me a stare full of meaning; it might have been a look of caution, or a glance of triumph. I was expected to understand something; but for the life of me I couldn’t catch the drift of the situation. Confused by the terrific struggle to keep my mouth shut, I only perceived that a crisis was impending.

"’As I was saying, I once examined the bow-ports of the _Speedwell_’ Lee Fu calmly resumed. ’At that time, I satisfied myself as to their construction; unlike you, Captain Wilbur, I could not be afraid of them. When properly fastened, they were impregnable to any danger of the sea.... And I remember, Captain, that it occurred to me, as I examined their fastenings, how easily these ports could be loosened from within, by anyone who desired to sink the vessel. The iron cross-bars could be lifted from their brackets by a single strong man; with a small tackle they could be dropped without noise into the bottom. No one need know of it; and, lo, the ship would sail to meet her destiny riding on the waves. Has the thought ever occurred to you, Captain Wilbur?’

"Wilbur’s air of mingled repugnance and perplexity was innocence itself. ’I can’t say that it has’ he answered shortly ’Your imagination is a little morbid, Lee Fu—I won’t say worse. Who would want to sink the _Speedwell_, I’d like to know?’

"’Who, indeed?’ observed Lee Fu, staring at Wilbur with a steady, biting gaze. As he stared, he reached out slowly with his right hand and opened the top drawer of the desk. Suddenly he stood up. The hand held a revolver, which pointed with an unwavering aim at Wilbur’s breast.

"’If you move from your chair, Captain, I will shoot you dead, and your end will never be known’ said he rapidly, throwing a cold determination into his voice ’It is time we came to an understanding, for the day wanes’

"Wilbur uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and looked at Lee Fu narrowly. ’What’s the joke?’ he demanded.

"’A joke that will be clear as time goes on—like one you played with bow-ports on my friend.... Captain, we are about to go on a journey. Will you join us, Captain Nichols, or will you remain on shore?’