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a pale gentleman, he began. "What was the beast's name? " he broke off to ask me.

I didn't know. Neither of us did. His name had never been mentioned. This was a desperate business.

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We don't know his name," continued Barshott, "but a pale gentleman, with red rims -did he arrive here by yesterday's Punjab mail!"

"Everyone's pale here," snapped the lady, "as blottingpaper-white blotting-paper, I should say."

"There are exceptions," said Barshott, smiling lavishly with a slight bow. And may I say you are one of them?"

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This was laying it on with a trowel, and the lady tossed a little; but she swallowed that heavily buttered parsnip, and liked it.

"You have a hotel book," continued the courtly Barshott. "This gentleman would have been entered as arriving yesterday from P."

The book was produced. No one had arrived from P. the day previous. While we were searching the records we could hear Staveley in full blast, and twenty boozey owls giggling at us. 66 Thanks

"We're awfully

There was a pause. What was the next move? We mopped our streaming faces as we realised we must do something. What would one do in a nightmare now? Surely there must be some sort of precedent. Then Barshott had a brain-wave.

"If you'll kindly let us use the telephone? "

The lady indicated the box, right across the lounge, via the whole length of that crowded bar.

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We'll try the hospital again," said Barshott. "Old Hip may have come out of his trance by now, or some one else may know something about our bird."

We shuffled across the lounge. People who have been to the North Pole may think that they alone know what utter silence and frostiness mean. But we know too. Every one in that lounge ceased talking and froze at us.

"I'm rather good at telephoning," I said, as we reached the box, and I attempted to button myself in and out of sight of the Polar surroundings.

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'No, no," said Barshott. "You stay and watch the suitcase like a good fellow. I know exactly what to say. Besides, I thought of telephoning, not you. I shan't be a minute."

A minute! I had to wait in agonised inactivity about five centuries while Barshott, safe and happy inside, mouthed inaudibly. If I could only have awfully," said listened to what he was saying

and prompted him! But there I had to stand in full view of several scores of wondering people of both sexes, doing nothing. But at last he came out, smiling.

we were fitted out in half an hour by the clock, with tussore silk suitings, shirtings, hosings, and footwear, neckwear, &c. We weren't too nice about make or shape. We blew

"To the taxi," he muttered generously at Staveley's note, hoarsely. strutted from Cheap Jack's, "To Cheap Jack," he shouted and pranced into a barber's. to the taxi-man.

Seated in the taxi and cooling off as we drove, Barshott with emotion told me that daylight had appeared: more he would not say. We were set down at Cheap Jack's. Here

From him we marched out in

stately, almost processional fashion, and hit the road once more, for the hospital.

But Barshott would not tell me what sort of daylight he had seen.

An obliging subordinate received us at the hospital, and the thread of the conversation he had had with Barshott on the telephone was at once resumed.

VII.

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“And you clapped him into a strait-waistcoat at once? asked Barshott eagerly.

"Oh no, sir. Not so bad as that, sir. He was only talking in a queer way, the orderly said, to his hand. He was

the Medical Officer is keeping him under observation."

We explained that all we wanted was a few minutes' conversation with Mr Coffin, in order to get our money and find out what he had done with our baggage. We then learnt that Mr Coffin had brought a lot of baggage with him, but had had most of it sent back to the station that afternoon for despatch somewhere. An interview with him was quite against orders, but he (the subordinate) would go in and find out what he could for us.

He was gone about half an hour, and when he came back handed us a lot of loose notes and cash, and an envelope. The latter was addressed "General Booth." The note inside ran

"DEAR GENERAL,-When I normal again this morning, but saw yesterday morning that

you and your friend were determined to leave us and to return to your great work amongst souls at P., I did what I could for you through the window, and the rest, bar your moneyi.e., the rest of your kit in the carriage, your heavy stuff which I collected for you at the station here, I sent back to P. this afternoon. I addressed the lot to General Booth, Salvation Army Barracks, and to that address I have also posted the railway receipt. You appear to have changed your mind and to have come on here. I fear there will be some difficulty and delay in getting your things again. Yours sincerely,

P. COFFIN.

P.S.-Ha, ha! and yet again Ho, ho! I always humour them."

If ever two strong men were on the verge of tears it was ourselves. For consider: our baggage might well be at the Victoria terminus still. On the other hand, it might have been already sent off to P., and by that very train we had seen that afternoon at the platform. On the whole, the chances were all against it having gone so promptly. But the railway receipt had, and we might just as well have expected to get the moon as our baggage without a railway receipt. By getting back to P. ourselves we might conceivably wangle the railway receipt (addressed to General Booth, mark you) out of the Post or Dead-letter Office, and later possibly our stuff, if

it had arrived so quickly. Just possibly we might get back to Bombay and catch the next mail boat. To try and conduct this tangled affair by correspondence would mean several weeks' delay.

So far our bitter musings had proceeded, when that angel of a subordinate murmured

"But the post hasn't gone

yet. The letters are all in that bag there awaiting next despatch. Your friend" (our friend, Ha, ha!) "missed the afternoon's post."

Further, our angel was angelic enough not to mind opening the bag and extracting an envelope addressed to General Booth. It contained a flimsy buff-coloured paper, Barshott's and my own railway receipt. We were just about to hurry off, when Barshott, who is of a vindictive nature, bethought him.

One good turn deserves another," he said to the subordinate. "Otherwise I would not dwell on our poor friend's afflictions. You have here a very violent case, but sly, artful, and malicious. Have you by any chance anything breakable in the observation ward?"

"Not much, sir. There's the basins and ewers and a mirror or two, and the crockery they feeds off."

'Dear me, dear me, that's bad! I would counsel you in our poor friend's interests to remove them. Keep him on your lowest scale of diet. Chiefly he is violent after meals, and feed him with wooden

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And with these words and many thanks, we hastened to our taxi.

"I wish I had added copious bleeding," remarked Barshott, stopping and preparing to go back and do so. But I bundled him in and called him a revengeful devil.

"If he's mad," remarked Barshott composedly, "he requires a strait-waistcoat and all the rest. And if he's badas I believe he is-he deserves the lot."

We returned to the Victoria terminus full of hope, full of anxiety. Fate had been very scurvy to us-would she now relent and let us find the baggage, or was she keeping yet one more bludgeoning for our bloody but unbowed heads, and should we find that the stuff had already left?

The situation was too tense for words. We drove in silence, we arrived and passed up the platform in silence, and we handed in our receipt in silence. Ten minutes later two exhausted but inconceivably happy men drove away with their belongings piled upon

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and around them. gage had not been sent off. We dined late that night. Reaction had not yet set in, for we had appetites. But to guard against nerve-storms, we drank large quantities of well-iced champagne, and so to delicious, cool, soft beds, and up betimes next morning to rebook on the next homeward mail.

A senior clerk, well known to us, at the agents' took us in hand. His first words in answer to our request for berths on the next mail boat gave us the clean knock-out, and sent us staggering to the ropes, where metaphorically we fell and lay awaiting the count out. The next steamer was booked right up, said the clerk, had been for several weeks-not a berth to be had for love or money.

The leave season being in full blast, we might have realised this.

But as we lay there awaiting the call of "Time," the clerk's next words came floating like balm, if balm is a floating material, to our ears.

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SUDD CUTTING.

BY BRIGADIER-GENERAL COSMO STEWART, C.B., C.M.G., D.S.O.

ABOUT the end of November very tough; at the end of

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1899, that fine officer, Major Malcolm Peake,1 then manding the artillery of the Egyptian Army, and under whom I was serving, received instructions from Lord Kitchener to organise an expedition at Omdurman, and proceed up the White Nile for some 600 miles to Lake No, with the object of opening up one of the river channels running through the "Sudd," or swamp area, for steamer communication to the falls at Gondokero in the Uganda Province.

Very little was then known about the sudd country. But Peake had accompanied the force which had gone to Fashoda the previous year to meet Major Marchand's expedition, and while there had been as far as Lake No in a gunboat. This lake was a considerable sheet of open water, surrounded by a vast extent of sudd vegetation, and impassable barriers of it had been found to block farther progress up any of the branches of the Upper Nile. This vegetation was formed of the papyrus cane, which grew luxuriantly all over this region, in and out of the water. canes were about twenty feet long, triangular in section, one and a half inches of a side, and

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each stalk grew one large tuft or umbel of long fine leaves. Other canes and reeds were also mixed up with the papyrus.

The actual area under sudd was not known, but was believed to be very large, roughly 200 miles square, south of Lake No. It was generally thought that the more solid matter out of which the plants grew floated, and rose and fell with the river level. Sir Samuel Baker had traversed the sudd, and passages were supposed to have existed through it. But it was imagined that during High Nile bits of the floating banks had broken away and blocked these passages. Peake's task was to remove or penetrate these barriers. The word "sudd" is of Arabic origin, denoting a dam."

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Peake's task was not likely to be an easy one; but it was one of Lord Kitchener's maxims that his officers must be prepared to undertake and carry through any work assigned to them without asking questions, and at a minimum of expense and means. Peake asked me to accompany him, and we sat down and worked out essentials, which included four gunboats, half a dozen naval and military officers,

1 Lieut. Colonel M. Peake, R. A., C.M.G., D.S.O., killed in action in France.

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