第31章

类别:其他 作者:Clive Cussler (作者), Justin Sco字数:5646更新时间:18/12/22 09:08:35
Thesunofthemorrowhadnotclearedthemorningbank:thelakeofthelagoon,theislets,andthewallofbreakersnowbeginningtosubside,stilllayclearlypicturedintheflushedobscurityofearlyday,whenwesteppedagainuponthedeckoftheFlyingScud:Nares,myself,themate,twoofthehands,andonedozenbright,virginaxes,inwaragainstthatmassivestructure。Ithinkwealldrewpleasurablebreath;soprofoundinmanistheinstinctofdestruction,soengagingistheinterestofthechase。Forwewerenowabouttotaste,inasupremedegree,thedoublejoysofdemolishingatoyandplaying“Hidethehandkerchief“:sportsfromwhichwehadallperhapsdesistedsincethedaysofinfancy。Andthetoyweweretoburstinpieceswasadeep-seaship;andthehiddengoodforwhichweweretohuntwasaprodigiousfortune。 Thedeckswerewasheddown,themainhatchremoved,andagun-tacklepurchaseriggedbeforetheboatarrivedwithbreakfast。Ihadgrownsosuspiciousofthewreck,thatitwasapositiverelieftometolookdownintothehold,andseeitfull,ornearlyfull,ofundeniablericepackedintheChinesefashioninbolusesofmatting。Breakfastover,Johnsonandthehandsturnedtouponthecargo;whileNaresandI,havingsmashedopentheskylightandriggedupawindsailondeck,begantheworkofrummagingthecabins。 Imustnotbeexpectedtodescribeourfirstday’swork,or(forthatmatter)anyoftherest,inorderanddetailasitoccurred。 Suchparticularitymighthavebeenpossibleforseveralofficersandadraftofmenfromashipofwar,accompaniedbyanexperiencedsecretarywithaknowledgeofshorthand。Fortwoplainhumanbeings,unaccustomedtotheuseofthebroad-axeandconsumedwithanimpatientgreedoftheresult,thewholebusinessmelts,intheretrospect,intoanightmareofexertion,heat,hurry,andbewilderment;sweatpouringfromthefacelikerain,thescurryofrats,thechokingexhalationsofthebilge,andthethrobsandsplinteringsofthetoilingaxes。Ishallcontentmyselfwithgivingthecreamofourdiscoveriesinalogicalratherthanatemporalorder;thoughthetwoindeedpracticallycoincided,andwehadfinishedourexplorationofthecabin,beforewecouldbecertainofthenatureofthecargo。 NaresandIbeganoperationsbytossinguppell-mellthroughthecompanion,andpilinginasqualidheapaboutthewheel,allclothes,personaleffects,thecrockery,thecarpet,stalevictuals,tinsofmeat,andinaword,allmovablesfromthemaincabin。Thence,wetransferredourattentiontothecaptain’squartersonthestarboardside。Usingtheblanketsforabasket,wesentupthebooks,instruments,andclothestoswellourgrowingmiddenonthedeck;andthenNares,goingonhandsandknees,begantoforageunderneaththebed。BoxafterboxofManillacigarsrewardedhissearch。Itookoccasiontosmashsomeoftheseboxesopen,andeventoguillotinethebundlesofcigars;butquiteinvain——nosecretcacheofopiumencouragedmetocontinue。 “IguessI’vegotholdofthedickynow!”exclaimedNares,andturningroundfrommyperquisitions,Ifoundhehaddrawnforthaheavyironbox,securedtothebulkheadbychainandpadlock。Onthishewasnowgazing,notwiththetriumphthatinstantlyinflamedmyownbosom,butwithasomewhatfoolishappearanceofsurprise。 “ByGeorge,wehaveitnow!”Icried,andwouldhaveshakenhandswithmycompanion;buthedidnotsee,orwouldnotaccept,thesalutation。 “Let’sseewhat’sinitfirst。”heremarkeddryly。Andheadjustedtheboxuponitsside,andwithsomeblowsofanaxeburstthelockopen。Ithrewmyselfbesidehim,ashereplacedtheboxonitsbottomandremovedthelid。IcannottellwhatI expected;amillion’sworthofdiamondsmightperhapshavepleasedme;mycheeksburned,myheartthrobbedtobursting; andlo!therewasdisclosedbutatrayfulofpapers,neatlytaped,andacheque-bookofthecustomarypattern。Imadeasnatchatthetraytoseewhatwasbeneath;butthecaptain’shandfellonmine,heavyandhard。 “Now,boss!”hecried,notunkindly,“isthistoberunshipshape?orisitaDutchgrab-racket?” Andheproceededtountieandrunoverthecontentsofthepapers,withaseriousfaceandwhatseemedanostentationofdelay。Meandmyimpatienceitwouldappearhehadforgotten;forwhenhewasquitedone,hesatawhilethinking,whistledabarortwo,refoldedthepapers,tiedthemupagain; andthen,andnotbefore,deliberatelyraisedthetray。 Isawacigar-box,tiedwithapieceoffishing-line,andfourfatcanvas-bags。Nareswhippedouthisknife,cuttheline,andopenedthebox。Itwasabouthalffullofsovereigns。 “Andthebags?”Iwhispered。 Thecaptainrippedthemopenonebyone,andafloodofmixedsilvercoinburstforthandrattledintherustybottomofthebox。 Withoutaword,hesettoworktocountthegold。 “Whatisthis?”Iasked。 “It’stheship’smoney。”hereturned,doggedlycontinuinghiswork。 “Theship’smoney?”Irepeated。“That’sthemoneyTrenttrampedandtradedwith?Andthere’shischeque-booktodrawuponhisowners?Andhehasleftit?” “Iguesshehas。”saidNares,austerely,jottingdownanoteofthegold;andIwasabashedintosilencetillhistaskshouldbecompleted。 Itcame,Ithink,tothreehundredandseventy-eightpoundssterling;somenineteenpoundsofitinsilver:allofwhichweturnedagainintothechest。 “Andwhatdoyouthinkofthat?”Iasked。 “Mr。Dodd。”hereplied,“youseesomethingoftherumnessofthisjob,butnotthewhole。Thespeciebothersyou,butwhatgetsmeisthepapers。Areyouawarethatthemasterofashiphaschargeofallthecashinhand,paysthemenadvances,receivesfreightandpassagemoney,andrunsupbillsineveryport?Allthishedoesastheowner’sconfidentialagent,andhisintegrityisprovedbyhisreceiptedbills。Itellyou,thecaptainofashipismorelikelytoforgethispantsthanthesebillswhichguaranteehischaracter。I’veknownmendrowntosavethem:badmen,too;butthisistheshipmaster’shonour。 AndherethisCaptainTrent——nothurried,notthreatenedwithanythingbutafreepassageinaBritishman-of-war——hasleftthemallbehind!Idon’twanttoexpressmyselftoostrongly,becausethefactsappearagainstme,butthethingisimpossible。” Dinnercametousnotlongafter,andweateitondeck,inagrimsilence,eachprivatelyrackinghisbrainforsomesolutionofthemysteries。Iwasindeedsoswallowedupintheseconsiderations,thatthewreck,thelagoon,theislets,andthestridentsea-fowl,thestrongsunthenbeatingonmyhead,andeventhegloomycountenanceofthecaptainatmyelbow,allvanishedfromthefieldofconsciousness。Mymindwasablackboard,onwhichIscrawledandblottedouthypotheses; comparingeachwiththepictorialrecordsinmymemory: cypheringwithpictures。InthecourseofthistensementalexerciseIrecalledandstudiedthefacesofonememorialmasterpiece,thesceneofthesaloon;andhereIfoundmyself,onasudden,lookingintheeyesoftheKanaka。 “There’sonethingIcanputbeyonddoubt,atallevents。”I cried,relinquishingmydinnerandgettingbrisklyafoot。 “TherewasthatKanakaIsawinthebarwithCaptainTrent,thefellowthenewspapersandship’sarticlesmadeouttobeaChinaman。Imeantorouthisquartersoutandsettlethat。” “Allright。”saidNares。“I’lllazyoffabitlonger,Mr。Dodd;I feelprettyrockyandmean。” Wehadthoroughlyclearedoutthethreeafter-compartmentsoftheship:allthestufffromthemaincabinandthemate’sandcaptain’squarterslaypiledaboutthewheel;butintheforwardstateroomwiththetwobunks,whereNareshadsaidthemateandcookmostlikelyberthed,wehadasyetdonenothing。 ThitherIwent。Itwasverybare;afewphotographsweretackedonthebulkhead,oneofthemindecent;asinglecheststoodopen,and,likeallwehadyetfound,ithadbeenpartlyrifled。Anarmfuloftwo-shillingnovelsprovedtomebeyondadoubtitwasaEuropean’s;noChinamanwouldhavepossessedany,andthemostliterateKanakaconceivableinaship’sgalleywasnotlikelytohavegonebeyondone。Itwasplain,then,thatthecookhadnotberthedaft,andImustlookelsewhere。 Themenhadstampeddownthenestsanddriventhebirdsfromthegalley,sothatIcouldnowenterwithoutcontest。Onedoorhadbeenalreadyblockedwithrice;theplacewasinpartdarkness,fullofafoulstalesmell,andacloudofnastyflies;ithadbeenleft,besides,insomedisorder,orelsethebirds,duringtheirtimeoftenancy,hadknockedthethingsabout;andthefloor,likethedeckbeforewewashedit,wasspreadwithpastyfilth。Againstthewall,inthefarcorner,Ifoundahandsomechestofcamphor-woodboundwithbrass,suchasChinamenandsailorslove,andindeedallofmankindthatpliesinthePacific。FromitsoutsideviewIcouldthusmakenodeduction;and,strangetosay,theinteriorwasconcealed。Alltheotherchests,asIhavesaidalready,wehadfoundgapingopen,andtheircontentsscatteredabroad;thesameremarkwefoundtoapplyafterwardsinthequartersoftheseamen;onlythiscamphor-woodchest,asingularexception,wasbothclosedandlocked。 Itookanaxetoit,readilyforcedthepaltryChinesefastening,and,likeaCustom-Houseofficer,plungedmyhandsamongthecontents。ForsomewhileIgropedamonglinenandcotton。 Thenmyteethweresetonedgewithsilk,ofwhichIdrewforthseveralstripscoveredwithmysteriouscharacters。Andthesesettledthebusiness,forIrecognisedthemasakindofbed- hangingpopularwiththecommonerclassoftheChinese。Norwerefurtherevidenceswanting,suchasnight-clothesofanextraordinarydesign,athree-stringedChinesefiddle,asilkhandkerchieffullofrootsandherbs,andaneatapparatusforsmokingopium,withaliberalprovisionofthedrug。Plainly,then,thecookhadbeenaChinaman;and,ifso,whowasJos。 Amalu?OrhadJos。stolenthechestbeforeheproceededtoshipunderafalsenameanddomicile?Itwaspossible,asanythingwaspossibleinsuchawelter;but,regardedasasolution,itonlyledandleftmedeeperinthebog。Forwhyshouldthischesthavebeendesertedandneglected,whentheotherswererummagedorremoved?andwherehadJos。comebythatsecondchest,withwhich(accordingtotheclerkattheWhatCheer)hehadstartedforHonolulu? “AndhowhaveYOUfared?”inquiredthecaptain,whomI foundluxuriouslyreclininginourmoundoflitter。Andtheaccentonthepronoun,theheightenedcolourofthespeaker’sface,andthecontainedexcitementinhistones,advertisedmeatoncethatIhadnotbeenalonetomakediscoveries。 “IhavefoundaChinaman’schestinthegalley。”saidI,“andJohn(iftherewasanyJohn)wasnotsomuchasatthepainstotakehisopium。” Naresseemedtotakeitmightyquietly。“Thatso?”saidhe。 “Now,castyoureyesonthatandownyou’rebeaten!”Andwithaformidableclapofhisopenhandheflattenedoutbeforeme,onthedeck,apairofnewspapers。 Igazeduponthemdully,beinginnomoodforfreshdiscoveries。 “Lookatthem,Mr。Dodd。”criedthecaptainsharply。“Can’tyoulookatthem?”Andheranadirtythumbalongthetitle。 “’_SydneyMorningHerald,November26th,’can’tyoumakethatout?”hecried,withrisingenergy。“Anddon’tyouknow,sir,thatnotthirteendaysafterthispaperappearedinNewSouthPole,thisshipwe’restandinginheavedherblessedanchorsoutofChina?Howdidthe_SydneyMorningHerald_ gettoHongKonginthirteendays?Trentmadenoland,hespokenoship,tillhegothere。ThenheeithergotithereorinHongKong。Igiveyouyourchoice,myson!”hecried,andfellbackamongtheclotheslikeamanwearyoflife。 “Wheredidyoufindthem?”Iasked。“Inthatblackbag?” “Guessso。”hesaid。“Youneedn’tfoolwithit。There’snothingelsebutalead-pencilandakindofworked-outknife。” Ilookedinthebag,however,andwaswellrewarded。 “Everymantohistrade,captain。”saidI。“You’reasailor,andyou’vegivenmeplentyofpoints;butIamanartist,andallowmetoinformyouthisisquiteasstrangeasalltherest。Theknifeisapalette-knife;thepencilaWinsorandNewton,andaBBBatthat。Apalette-knifeandaBBBonatrampbrig!It’sagainstthelawsofnature。” “Itwouldsickenadog,wouldn’tit?”saidNares。 “Yes。”Icontinued,“it’sbeenusedbyanartist,too:seehowit’ssharpened——notforwriting——nomancouldwritewiththat。Anartist,andstraightfromSydney?Howcanhecomein?” “O,that’snaturalenough。”sneeredNares。“Theycabledhimtocomeupandillustratethisdimenovel。” Wefellawhilesilent。 “Captain。”Isaidatlast,“thereissomethingdeucedunderhandaboutthisbrig。Youtellmeyou’vebeentoseaagoodpartofyourlife。Youmusthaveseenshadythingsdoneonships,andheardofmore。Well,whatisthis?isitinsurance?isitpiracy? whatisitABOUT?whatcanitbefor?”