To the Ends of the Earth (21 page)

I proceeded.

“There are also the poor, ignorant people in the front end of the ship. I must visit them and bring them to repentance.”

“Are you mad?”

“Indeed no, sir.”

“Have you no care for what further mockery may be inflicted on you?”

“You have your uniform, Captain Anderson, and I have mine. I shall approach them in that garb, those
ornaments
of the Spiritual Man!”

“Uniform!”

“You do not understand, sir? I shall go to them in those garments which my long studies and ordination enjoin on me. I do not wear them here, sir. You know me for what I am.”

“I do indeed, sir.”

“I thank you, sir. Have I your permission then, to go forward and address them?”

Captain Anderson walked across the planking and expectorated into the sea. He answered me without turning.

“Do as you please.”

I bowed to his back, then turned away myself. As I came to the first stair Lieutenant Summers laid a hand on my sleeve.

“Mr Colley!”

“Well, my friend?”

“Mr Colley, I beg you to consider what you are about!” Here his voice sank to a whisper. “Had I not discharged Mr Prettiman’s weapon over the side and so startled them all, there is no knowing how far the affair might have gone. I beg you, sir—let me assemble them under the eyes of their officers! Some of them are violent men—one of the emigrants—”

“Come, Mr Summers. I shall appear to them in the raiment in which I might conduct a service. They will recognize that raiment, sir, and respect it.”

“At least wait until after they have been given their
rum. Believe me, sir, I know whereof I speak! It will
render
them more amiable, calmer—more receptive, sir, to what you have to say to them—I beg you, sir! Otherwise, contempt, indifference—and who knows what else—?”

“And the lesson would go unheeded, you think, the opportunity lost?”

“Indeed, sir!”

I considered for a moment.

“Very well, Mr Summers. I will wait until later in the morning. I have some writing in the meantime which I wish to do.”

I bowed to him and went on. Now Mr Talbot stepped forward again. He asked in the most agreeable manner to be admitted to a familiar degree of friendship with me. He is indeed a young man who does credit to his station! If
privilege
were always in the hands of such as he—indeed, it is not out of the question that at some future date—but I run on!

I had scarcely settled myself to this writing in my cabin when there came a knock at the door. It was the
lieutenants
, Mr Deverel and Mr Cumbershum, my two
devils
of the previous night! I looked my severest on them, for indeed they deserved a little chastisement before getting forgiveness. Mr Cumbershum said little but Mr Deverel much. He owned freely that they had been mistook and that he had been a little in drink, like his companion. He had not thought I would take the business so much to heart but the people were accustomed to such sport when crossing the equator, only he regretted that they had
misinterpreted
the captain’s general permission. In fine, he requested me to treat the whole thing as a jest that had got out of hand. Had I then worn such apparel as I was now suited in, no one would have attempted—in fact the d-v-l was in it if they had meant any harm and now hoped I would forget the whole business.

I paused for a while as if cogitating, though I knew already what I would do. It was no moment at which to admit my own sense of unworthiness at having appeared before our people in a garb that was less than fitting. Indeed, these were the sort of men who needed a
uniform
—both one to wear, and one to look up to!

I spoke at last.

“I forgive you freely, gentlemen, as I am enjoined to do by
MY MASTER
. Go, and sin no more.”

On that, I shut the cabin door. Outside it, I heard one of them, Mr Deverel, I think, give a low, but prolonged whistle. Then as their steps receded I heard Mr
Cumbershum
speak for the first time since the interview began.

“I wonder who the d-v-l his Master is? D’you think he’s
in
with the d-mned Chaplain to the Fleet?”

Then they had departed. I own I felt at peace for the first time for many, many days. All was now to be well. I saw that little by little I might set about my work, not merely among the common people but later, among the officers and gentry who would not be, could not be now so insensible to the
WORD
as had appeared! Why—even the captain himself had shown some small signs—and the power of Grace is infinite. Before assuming my canonicals I went out into the waist and stood there, free at last—why, no doubt now the captain would revoke his first harsh prohibition to me of the quarterdeck! I gazed down into the water, the blue, the green, the purple, the snowy, sliding foam! I saw with a new feeling of security the long, green weed that wavers under the water from our wooden sides. There was, it seemed too, a peculiar richness in the columns of our rounded sails. Now is the time; and after due preparation I shall go forward and rebuke these unruly but truly lovable children of
OUR MAKER
! It seemed to me then—it still seems so—that I was and am consumed by a great love of all things, the sea, the ship,
the sky, the gentlemen and the people and of course
OUR REDEEMER
above all! Here at last is the happiest outcome of all my distress and difficulty!
ALL THINGS PRAISE HIM
!

As your lordship knows, Colley wrote no more. After death—nothing. There must be nothing! The only
consolation
I have myself over the whole business is that I can ensure that his poor sister will never know the truth of it. Drunken Brocklebank may roar in his cabin, “Who killed cock Colley?” but
she
shall never know what weakness killed him, nor whose hands—mine among them—struck him down.

When I was roused by Wheeler from a too brief and uneasy sleep, I found that the first part of the morning was to be passed in an enquiry. I was to sit with Summers and the captain. Upon my objecting that the body should—in these hot latitudes—be buried first of all, Wheeler said nothing. It is plain that the captain means to cloak his and our persecutions of the man under a
garment
of proper, official proceedings! We sat, then, behind the table in the captain's cabin and the witnesses were paraded. The servant who had attended Colley told us no more than we knew. Young Mr Taylor, hardly subdued by the man's death but in a proper awe of the captain, repeated that he had seen Mr Colley agree to taste of the rum in a spirit of something or other, he could not
recollect
quite what—On my suggesting that the word might be “reconciliation” he accepted it. What was Mr Taylor doing there, forrard? (This from Mr Summers.) Mr Tommy Taylor was inspecting the stowage of the cables with a view to having the cable to the bower anchor rousted out and walked end-for-end. This splendid
jargon
satisfied the naval gentlemen, who nodded together as if they had been spoken to in plain English. But what
was Mr Taylor doing, in that case, out of the cable tier? Mr Taylor had finished his inspection and was coming up to report and had stayed for a while, never having seen a parson in that state before. And then? (This from the captain.) Mr Taylor had “proceeded aft, sir, to inform Mr Summers” but had been “
given a bottle
by Mr Cumbershum before I could do so”.

The captain nodded and Mr Taylor retired with what looked like relief. I turned to Summers.

“A bottle, Summers? What the devil did they want with a bottle?”

The captain growled.

“A bottle is a rebuke, sir. Let us get on.”

The next witness was one East, a respectable emigrant, husband to the poor girl whose emaciated face had so struck me. He could read and write. Yes, he had seen Mr Colley and knew the reverend gentleman by sight. He had not seen him during the “badger bag”, as the sailors called it, but he had heard tell. Perhaps we had been told how poorly his wife was and he was in near enough constant attendance on her, himself and Mrs Roustabout taking turns, though near her own time. He had only glimpsed Mr Colley among the seamen, did not think he had said much before taking a cup with them. The applause and laughter we had heard? That was after the few words the gentleman had spoken when he was being social with the sailors. The growls and anger? He knew nothing about that. He only knew the sailors took the gentleman away with them, down where the young gentleman had been among the ropes. He had had to look after his wife, knew nothing more. He hoped we gentlemen would think it no disrespect but that was all anyone knew except the sailors who had the reverend gentleman in charge.

He was allowed to withdraw. I gave it as my opinion that the only man who might enlighten us would be the
fellow who had brought or carried him back to us in his drunken stupor. I said that he might know how much Colley drank and who had given it to him or forced it on him. Captain Anderson agreed and said that he had ordered the man to attend. He then addressed us in not much above a whisper:

“My
informant
advises me this is the witness we should press.”

It was my turn.

“I believe”, I said, and braced myself—“we are doing what you gentlemen would call ‘making heavy weather of it'! The man was made drunk. There are some men, as we now know to our cost, whose timidity is such that they are wounded almost to death by another's anger and whose conscience is so tender they will die of what, let us say, Mr Brocklebank would accept as a peccadillo, if that! Come, gentlemen! Could we not confess that his
intemperance
killed him but that our general indifference to his welfare was likely enough the cause of it!”

This was bold, was it not? I was telling our tyrant that he and I together—But he was regarding me with
astonishment
.

“Indifference, sir?”

“Intemperance, sir,” said Summers, quickly, “let us leave it at that.”

“One moment, Summers. Mr Talbot. I pass over your odd phrase, ‘our general indifference'. But do you not understand? Do you think that a single bout of drinking—”

“But you yourself said, sir—let us include all under a
low fever
!”

“That
was
yesterday! Sir, I tell you. It is likely enough that the man, helplessly drunk, suffered a criminal assault by one, or God knows how many men, and the absolute humiliation of it killed him!”

“Good God!”

This was a kind of convulsion of the understanding. I do not know that I thought anything at all for minutes together. I, as it were,
came to
, to hear the captain talking.

“No, Mr Summers. I will have no concealment. Nor will I tolerate frivolous accusations which touch me myself in my conduct of the ship and in my attitude to the passengers in her.”

Summers was red in the face. “I have made a
submission
, sir. I beg your pardon if you find it beyond the line of my duty.”

“Very well, Mr Summers. Let us get on.”

“But captain,” said I, “no man will admit to
that
!”

“You are young, Mr Talbot. You cannot guess what channels of information there are in a ship such as this, even though her present commission has been of such a short duration.”

“Channels? Your informant?”

“I would prefer us to get on,” said the captain heavily. “Let the man come in.”

Summers himself went out and fetched Rogers. It was the man who had brought Colley back to us. I have
seldom
seen a more splendid young fellow. He was naked to the waist and of a build that one day might be
over-corpulent
. But now he could stand as a model to
Michelangelo
! His huge chest and columnar neck were of a deep brown hue, as was his broadly handsome face save where it was scarred by some parallel scratches of a lighter tone. Captain Anderson turned to me.

“Summers tells me you have claimed some skill in cross-examination.”

“Did he? Did I?”

Your lordship will observe that I was by no means at my best in all this sorry episode. Captain Anderson
positively
beamed at me.

“Your witness, sir.”

This I had not bargained for. However, there was no help for it.

“Now, my good man. Your name, if you please!”

“Billy Rogers, my lord. Foretop man.”

I accepted the honorific. May it be an omen!

“We want information from you, Rogers. We want to know in precise detail what happened when the
gentleman
came among you the other day.”

“What gentleman, my lord?”

“The parson. The reverend Mr Colley, who is now dead.”

Rogers stood in the full light of the great window. I thought to myself that I had never seen a face of such wide-eyed candour.

“He took a drop too much, my lord, was overcome, like.”

It was time to
go about
, as we nautical fellows say.

“How came you by those scars on your face?”

“A wench, my lord.”

“She must have been a wild cat, then.”

“Nigh on, my lord.”

“You will have your way, whether or no?”

“My lord?”

“You would overcome her disinclination for her own good?”

“I don't know about all that, my lord. All I know is she had what was left of my pay in her other hand and would have been through the door like a pistol shot if I had not took a firm hold of her.”

Captain Anderson beamed sideways at me.

“With your permission, my lord—”

Devil take it, the man was laughing at me!

“Now, Rogers. Never mind the women. What about the men?”

“Sir?”

“Mr Colley suffered an outrage there in the fo'castle. Who did it?”

The man's face was without any expression at all. The captain pressed him.

“Come, Rogers. Would it surprise you to know that you yourself are suspected of this particular kind of beastliness?”

The man's whole stance had altered. He was a little crouched now, one foot drawn a few inches behind the other. He had clenched his fists. He looked from one to the other of us quickly, as if trying to see in each face what degree of peril confronted him. I saw that he took us for
enemies
!

“I know nothing, Captain sir, nothing at all!”

“It may not have anything to do with you, my man. But you will know who it was.”

“Who was who, sir?”

“Why, the one or many among you who inflicted a criminal assault on the gentleman so that he died of it!”

“I know nothing—nothing at all!”

I had got my wits back.

“Come, Rogers. You were the one man we saw with him. In default of any other evidence your name must head the list of suspects. What did you sailors do?”

I have never seen a face of more well-simulated astonishment.

“What did
we
do, my lord?”

“Doubtless you have witnesses to testify to your
innocence
. If you are innocent then help us to bring the criminals to book.”

He said nothing, but still stood at bay. I took up the questioning again.

“I mean, my good man, you can either tell us who did it, or at the very least you can furnish us with a list of
the people you suspect or know to be suspected of this particular form of, of interest, of assault.”

Captain Anderson jerked up his chin.

“Buggery, Rogers, that's what he means. Buggery.”

He looked down, shuffled some papers before him and dipped his pen in the ink. The silence prolonged itself into our expectancy. The captain himself broke it at last with a sound of angry impatience.

“Come along, man! We cannot sit here all day!”

There was another pause. Rogers turned his body rather than his head to us, one after the other. Then he looked straight at the captain.

“Aye aye, sir.”

It was only then that there was a change in the man's face. He thrust his upper lip down, then as if in an experimental manner tried the texture of his lower lip judiciously with his white teeth.

“Shall I begin with the officers, sir?”

It was of the utmost importance that I should not move. The slightest flicker of my eye towards either Summers or the captain, the slightest contraction of a muscle would have seemed a fatal accusation. I had absolute faith in them both as far as this accusation of
beastliness
was concerned. As for the two officers
themselves
, doubtless they also had a mutual faith, yet they too did not dare risk any movement. We were waxworks. Rogers was waxworks too.

It had to be the captain who made the first move and he knew it. He laid his pen down beside the papers and spoke gravely.

“Very well, Rogers. That will be all. You may return to your duties.”

The colour came and went in the man's face. He let out his breath in a prolonged gasp. He knuckled his forehead, began to smile, turned and went away out of the cabin. I
cannot say how long the three of us sat without word or movement. For my part, it was something as simple and ordinary as the fear of doing or saying the wrong thing; yet the “wrong thing” would be, so to speak, raised to a higher power, to such a power as to be fearful and
desperate
. I felt in the long moments of our silence as if I could not allow myself to think at all, otherwise my face might redden and the perspiration begin to creep down my cheeks. I made by a most conscious effort my mind as nearly blank as might be and waited on the event. For surely of the three of us it was least my part to speak. Rogers had caught us in a mantrap. Can your lordship understand how already touches of suspicion came to life in my mind whether I would or no and flitted from the name of this gentleman to that?

Captain Anderson rescued us from our catalepsy. He did not move but spoke as if to himself.

“Witnesses, enquiries, accusations, lies, more lies, courts-martial​—​the man has it in his power to ruin us all if he be brazen enough, as I doubt not he is, for it would be a hanging matter. Such accusations cannot be disproved. Whatever the upshot, something would stick.”

He turned to Summers.

“And there, Mr Summers, ends our investigation. Have we other informants?”

“I believe no, sir. Touch pitch—”

“Just so. Mr Talbot?”

“I am all at sea, sir! But it is true enough. The man was at bay and brought out his last weapon; false witness, amounting to blackmail.”

“In fact,” said Summers, smiling at last, “Mr Talbot is the only one of us to have profited. He had at least a temporary elevation to the peerage!”

“I have returned to earth, sir—though since I was
addressed as ‘my lord' by Captain Anderson, who can conduct marriages and funerals—”

“Ah yes. Funerals. You will drink, gentlemen? Call Hawkins in, Summers, will you? I must thank you, Mr Talbot, for your assistance.”

“Of little use I fear, sir.”

The captain was himself again. He beamed.

“A low fever then. Sherry?”

“Thank you, sir. But is everything concluded? We still do not know what happened. You mentioned informants—”

“This is good sherry,” said the captain brusquely. “I believe, Mr Summers, you are averse to drinking at this time of the day and you will wish to oversee the various arrangements for the unfortunate man's committal to the deep. Your health, Mr Talbot. You will be willing to sign, or rather counter-sign, a report?”