the cruise of the jasper b.-第41章
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thus made every set…to in the fencing room a veritable mortal
combat to him。 Therefore; this was not his first duel; he had
fought hundreds of them。 And he fought always on a settled plan;
adapting it; of course; to the idiosyncrasies of his adversary。
It was his custom to vary the system of his attack frequently in
the most disconcerting manner; at the same time steadily
increasing the pace at which he fought。 And when Loge began to
give ground and breathe a little harder; Cleggett; far from
taking advantage of his opponent's growing distress to rest
himself; as a less distinguished swordsman might have done;
redoubled the vigor of his assault。 Cleggett knew that sooner or
later a winded man makes a fault。 The lungs labor and fail to
give the blood all the oxygen it needs。 The circulation suffers。
Nerves and muscles are no longer the perfect servants of the
brain; for a fraction of a second the sword deviates from the
proper line。
It was for this that Cleggett waited; pressing Loge closer and
closer; alert for the instant when Loge would fence wide; waxing
as the other waned; menacing eyes; throat; and heart with a point
that leaped and dazzled; and at the same time inclosing himself
within a rampart of steel which Loge found it more and more
hopeless to attempt to penetrate。 It was as if Cleggett's blade
were an extension of his will; he and his sword were not two
things; but one。 The metal in his hand was no longer merely a
whip of steel; it was a thing that lived with his own life。 His
pulse beat in it。 It was a part of him。 His nervous force
permeated it and animated it; it was his thought turned to
tempered metal; and it was with the rapidity; directness and
subtlety of thought that his sword responded to his mind。
〃Come!〃 said Cleggett; as Loge broke ground; scarcely aware that
he spoke aloud。 〃At this rate we shall be at home thrusts soon!〃
Loge must have thought so too; a shade passed over his face; his
upper lip lifted haggardly。 Perhaps even that iron nature was
beginning to feel at last something of the dull sickness which is
the fear of death。 He retreated continually; and Cleggett was
smitten with the fancy to force him backward and nail him; with a
final thrust; to the stump of the foremast; which had been broken
off some eight feet above the deck。
But Loge; gathering his power; made a brilliant and desperate
rally; twice he grazed Cleggett; whose blade was too closely
engaged; and then suddenly broke ground again。 This time
Cleggett perceived that he had been retreating in accordance with
a preconceived program。 He was certain the man contemplated a
trick; perhaps some foul stroke。
He rushed forward with a terrible thrust。 Loge; whose last
maneuver had taken him within a yard of the hatchway opening into
the hold; grasped Cleggett's blade in his left hand; and at the
same instant flung his own sword; hilt first; full in Cleggett's
face。 As Cleggett; struck in the mouth with the pommel;
staggered back; Loge plunged feet foremost into the hold。 It was
too unexpected; and too quickly done; for a shot from Barnstable
or any of Cleggett's men。
Cleggett; with the blood streaming from his mouth; recovered
himself and leaped through the aperture in the deck。 He landed
upon his feet with a jar; and; shortening his sword in his hand;
stared about him in the gloom。
He saw no one。
An instant later Wilton Barnstable and Cap'n Abernethy were
beside him。
〃Gone!〃 said Cleggett simply。
Barnstable drew from his pocket a small electric lantern and
swept the beam in a circle about the hold。 Again and again he
raked the darkness until the finger of light had rested upon
every foot of the interior。
But Loge had vanished as completely as a snowflake that falls
into a tub of water。
CHAPTER XXV
THE SECRET OF THE VESSEL'S HOLD
〃Idiot that I am;〃 cried Cleggett; 〃not to have covered that
hole!〃 His chagrin was touching to behold。
〃There; there; Cleggett;〃 said Wilton Barnstable kindly; 〃do not
reproach yourself too bitterly。〃
〃But to let him escape when I had him〃 Cleggett finished the
sentence with a groan。
But Wilton Barnstable was thinking。
〃Please have some lights brought down here if you will; Captain;〃
he said to Abernethy; 〃and ask Mr。 Bard and Mr。 Ward to come。〃
In a few minutes the interior of the hold was illuminated with
lanterns; it was as bright as day。 But the detectives did not
proceed at once to a minute examination of the hold as Cleggett
had supposed they would。
Instead; they stood in the waist of the vessel and thought。
Visibly they thought。 Wilton Barnstable thought。
Barton Ward thought。 Watson Bard thought。 They thought in
silence。 Cleggett could almost feel these three master brains
pulsating in unison; working in rhythmic accord; there in the
silence; the sense of this intense cerebral effort became almost
oppressive。 。 。 。
Finally Wilton Barnstable began to stroke his mustache; and a
pleased smile stole over his plump and benign visage。 Barton
Ward also began to stroke his mustache and smile。 But it was
twenty seconds more before Watson Bard's corrugated brow relaxed
and his eyes twinkled with the idea that had come so much more
readily to the other two。
〃Cleggett;〃 said Wilton Barnstable; 〃you have heard of the
deductive method as applied to the work of the detective?〃
〃I have;〃 said Cleggett。 〃I have read Poe's detective tales and
Doyle's Sherlock Holmes stories。〃
〃Ah! Sherlock Holmes!〃 The three detectives looked at each
other with glances in which were mingled both bitterness and
amusement; the look seemed to dispose of Sherlock Holmes。 Once
again Cleggett had a fleeting thought that Wilton Barnstable
might possibly be a vain man。
〃Sherlock Holmes;〃 said Barnstable; 〃never existed。 His
marvelous feats are not possible in real life; Cleggett。 But the
deductive method which he pretended to usemind you; I say
PRETENDED; Cleggett!is; nevertheless; sound。〃
And then the three detectives gave Cleggett an example of the
phenomenal cleverness。
〃Mr。 Ward;〃 said Wilton Barnstable; 〃Logan Black entered this
hold。〃
〃He did;〃 said Barton Ward。
〃He is not here now;〃 said Wilton Barnstable。
〃He is not;〃 said Watson Bard。
〃Therefore he has escaped;〃 said Wilton Barnstable。
〃But how?〃 said Barton Ward。
〃Only a ghost or an insect could leave this hold otherwise than
by the hatchway; to all appearances;〃 said Wilton Barnstable。
〃Logan Black is not a ghost;〃 said Barton Ward firmly。
〃Logan Black is not an insect;〃 said Watson Bard with conviction。
〃Then;〃 said Barnstable; 〃that eliminates the supernatural and
thethe〃
〃The entomological?〃 suggested Cleggett。
The three detectives stared at him fixedly for a moment; as if
surprised at the interruption。 But if they were miffed they were
too dignified to do more than hint it。 Barnstable continued:
〃There is no such thing as magic。〃
〃There is not;〃 said Ward。
〃The fourth dimension does not exist;〃 said Bard。
〃Therefore Logan Black's exit;〃 said Barnstable; 〃was in
accordance with well…known physical laws。 We are forced to the
conclusion that he made his escape through a secret passageway。〃
〃A tunnel;〃 said Barton Ward。
〃With a concealed door opening into the hold;〃 said Watson Bard。
〃A ship with a secret tunnel!〃 cried Cleggett。 〃Who ever heard of
the like? Why; the thing is〃
But he broke off。 He had been leaning against the starboard side
of the hold。 Even as he spoke he felt the wall behind him
moving。 He turned。 A door was opening。 It was built into the
side of the Jasper B。 and the joints were cleverly concealed。 He
had inadvertently found; with his elbow; the nailhead which was
in reality the push button that released the spring。 The bla