One of the smallpox cases, sir. Delirious. They say the Tsars meeting Bernadotte next week fur a conference somewhere in Finland.
Any sign of war between France and Russia?
None that I could see in Memel.
That delirious patient must be very violent for his shrieks to reach Hornblowers ears at this distance against the wind. Hornblower heard them again. Was it possible for one man to make all that noise? It sounded more like a muffled chorus to Hornblower. Hornblower felt a sudden wave of suspicion surging up within him. The white-trousered figure on the Maggie Joness poop was altogether too glib, too professional in his talk. A naval officer might possibly discuss the chances of war in the Baltic as coldly as this man was doing, but a merchant captain would put more feeling in his words. And more than one man was making that noise in her forecastle. The captain could easily have offered his information about the Tsars meeting with Bernadotte as a red herring to distract Hornblowers attention from the cries below deck. Something was wrong.
Captain Bush, said Hornblower, send a boat with a boarding-party over to that ship.
Sir! protested Bush, wildly. Sirshe has smallpox on boardsir! Aye aye, sir.
Bushs protests died an uneasy death at the look on Hornblowers face. Bush told himself that Hornblower knew as well as he did the frightful possibilities of the introduction of smallpox into Nonsuch, Hornblower knew the chances he was taking. And one more look at Hornblowers face told Bush that the decision had not been an easy one.
Hornblower put the trumpet to his lips again.
Im sending a boat to you, he shouted. It was hard at twenty yards distance to detect any change in the manner of the man he was addressing, especially when hampered with a speaking-trumpet, but Hornblower thought he could see the captain start a little. Certainly there was a decided pause before he answered.
As you wish, sir. I have warned you of smallpox. Could you send a surgeon and medicines?
That was exactly what he should have said. But all the same, there was that suspicious pause before answering, as if the man had been taken by surprise and had searched round in his mind for the best reply to make. Bush was standing by, with misery in his face, hoping that Hornblower would countermand his order, but Hornblower made no sign. Under the orders of the boatswain the whaler rose to the pull of the tackles, was swayed outboard, and dropped into the sea. A midshipman and a boats crew dropped down into her, sulkily. They would have gone cheerfully to board an armed enemy, but the thought of a loathsome disease unmanned them.
Push off, ordered the officer of the watch, after a last glance at Hornblower. The whaler danced over the waves towards the Maggie Jones, and then Hornblower saw the captain dash his speaking-trumpet to the deck and look round wildly as though for some means of escape.
Stay hove-to, or Ill sink you, roared Hornblower, and with a gesture of despair the captain stood still, drooping in defeat.
The whaler hooked on to the Maggie Jones s main-chains and the midshipman led his party on to the decks with a rush. There was no sign of any opposition offered, but as the seamen ran aft there was the sudden pop of a pistol, and Hornblower saw the midshipman bending over the writhing, white-trousered body of the captain. He found himself taking an oath that
he would break that midshipman, court martial him, ruin him, and have him begging his bread in the gutter if he had wantonly killed the captain. Hornblowers hunger and thirst for news for facts, for information, was so intense that the thought of the captain escaping him by death roused him to ferocious bitterness.
Why the devil didnt I go myself? he demanded of no one in particular. Captain Bush, Ill be obliged if youll have my barge called away.
But the smallpox, sir
Smallpox be damned. And theres none on board that ship.
The midshipmans voice came across the water to them.
Nonsuch ahoy! Shes a prize. Taken yesterday by a French privateer.
Whos that captain I was speaking to? demanded Hornblower.
A renegade Englishman, sir. He shot himself as we came on board.
Is he dead?
Not yet, sir.
Mr. Hurst, said Bush, send the surgeon over. Ill give him one minute to get his gear together. I want that renegades life saved so that we can see how he looks at a yard-arm.
Send him in my barge, said Hornblower, and then, through the speaking-trumpet. Send the prisoners and the ships officers over to me.
Aye aye, sir.
And now Ill get some clothes on, by God, said Hornblower; he had only just realized that he had been standing naked on the quarter-deck for an hour or moreif he had obeyed his first impulse and gone over in his barge he would have boarded the Maggie Jones without a stitch on.
The captain and the two mates were ushered down into Hornblowers cabin, where he and Bush questioned them eagerly, the chart of the Baltic spread out before him.
We heard that renegade tell you the truth, sir, said the captain. We were ten days out from Memel, bound for the Belt, when he pounced on us yesterdaybig ship-rigged privateer, ten guns a side, flush-decked. Name Blanchefleur , whatever way you say it. What the Frogs call a corvette. French colours. They put a prize crew on board under that renegadeClarkes his name, siran I think we were headed for Kiel when you caught us. They shut us up in the lazarette. God, how we yelled, hoping youd hear us.