Read Doctor Syn A Smuggler Tale of the Romney Marsh Online
Authors: Russell Thorndike
The captain spoke first.
Doctor Syn, you heard me say at that inquiry yesterday that I was no strategist, that I was only a fighter.
I did, returned the cleric.
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I know everything inside, outside, and around-about a ship, but I dont know much else, and certainly nothing else thoroughly, so to speak. But I have seen other things in my time, for all that, just as any one who travels is bound to see things, and, just as any one else that travels, I have remembered a few things outside my business, just a few; the rest Ive forgotten. Now youre different from that, for youre a scholar and have travelled widely, too, and a man who can use his book knowledge with what he comes in contact with in the world is the sort of man who might perhaps explain whats bothering me at the present moment, for I am dense; you are not.
What is bothering you, Captain? Of course something to do with these murders that are uppermost in our minds?
Something, I dare say, replied the captain slowly, weighing his every word, but, on the other hand, maybe its nothing. I cant connect the two things myself, and yet Ive a feeling that I ought to be able to. Ive tried,
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though, tried hard, been trying all through breakfast, and it worries me, because, as a man of action, thinking always does worry me sorely. You may laugh at what I am going to tell you; if you do I shant take offence, because its precisely what I should have done had any one told me about what Im going to tell you, something thatthe captain hesitated, speaking as if he longed to keep silent; speaking as if afraid of being disbelievedsomethingwell, Ill tell you that it sounds ridiculous on the face of it, but something whichwell, which I saw myself.
Tell me, said the cleric, leaning farther forward over the table.
The captain sat up rigid in his chair, took his pipe from between his lips, and spoke as if repeating a lesson that he didnt understand.
Once in a Cuban town, in a little Cuban towncant remember the precise longitude and latitudebut thats no matter, and I cant even remember the
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name of the town or what I was doing there exactly, but that has no odds on the
story.
Go on, said the cleric.
Well, in this little Cuban town I saw an old priest die. He was as dead as this table, you understand, the doctor said so, and I knew it. Well, imagine my horror when half an hour after death this old man arose, entered the next hut, and deliberately, brutally, and carefully stabbed a sleeping child to death.
The Doctor said nothing, but just looked at the captain.
Jerry stopped eating and looked at Doctor Syn. He was pale, very pale.
Then the captain leaned over the table and continued speaking, but not like a lesson, for there was a thrill in his voice that carried conviction, so Jerry looked at him.
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I found out afterward that the dead fellow had borne a lifelong grudge against his neighbour. The revenge that he had somehow failed to get during his lifetime he accomplished after his death. It was devilish curious.
It was a devilish trick, explained the Doctor. The fellow was feigning death to a good purposenamely, to put his neighbour off his guard. He was not really dead. It would be against all laws of naturewhy, of course it would for a man to arise and walk and commit a foul murder half an hour after his decease! Nonsense, fanciful nonsense!
Against the laws of nature, Ill allow, went on the captain, as if he had fully expected that his story would be disbelieved, but if youll excuse me saying so, who are you, Doctor Syn, and for the matter of that who am I, to say what the laws of nature are, or to dare to affirm just how far they extend? For my own part, I should prefer to question my own ignorance rather than the laws of nature.
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But in what way do you hint at a connection between this story and our present trouble in the village owing to this murdering-mad seaman?
Why, just this, went on the captain deliberately. When you caught sight of this same murdering-mad seamanyou remember, last night, outside the barnI noticed that you took cold all of a sudden; you got the shivers.
Marsh aguemarsh ague, put in the cleric quickly. Get it often in this place. Poor old Sennacherib Pepper used to tell me that it was the result of malaria I once had badly in Charleston, Carolina; nearly lost my life with it. Mosquito poisoning which brought on raging malaria. I dare say he was right: Im a frequent sufferer. As soon as the mists rise from the Marsh I get the shivers.
Ah, then there falls one of my points to the ground. Still I have another ready. Suppose we grant that your attack of ague had nothing to do with your sudden meeting with this man.
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Of course it hadnt, muttered the Doctor. Absurd!
Very well, then, did you notice that the entire weight of the barrel was carried by Bill Spiker, the gunner?
No, said the Doctor, I didnt notice that.
No more did Bill Spiker, said the captain; you can lay to that, or he would have soon raised objections; but I did notice it, because its my business to note which of my men work hardest, you understand; for in cases of preferment I have to give my opinion.
I dont see what that has to do with the case, said the Doctor. Its a common enough complaint to find a man shirking work.
Not when the man who shirks is an enthusiastic and willing worker. Thats what made me wonder in the first place, and Ive now come to the conclusion that whenever the mulatto was ordered to work alonealone, mind you, without the help of the other seamenwhy, he could accomplish anything, but
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when he was working with anybody, he seemed, in spite of himself, to become singularly useless.
You call yourself dense, Captain, and you affirm that I am not; but you seem to have a keener perception of the abstruse and vague than I have, or can even follow.
You will be able to follow me in a moment, said the captain humbly. I fear it is the poor way in which I am getting to the point; but I have to tell things in my own way, not being given to talk much.
Go on, then, in your own way, said the cleric.
I then recollected that in my short acquaintance with this mulatto I never remember to have seen him in actual contact with any one, or any thing. And I also recollect a strong tendency among the men to avoid himin fact, to keep out of any personal contact with him.
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Natural enough, explained the cleric. It is the white mans antipathy toward a native. Perfectly natural.
Perfectly, agreed Captain Collyer. And I think we may add the Englishmans antipathy toward the uncanny and mysterious.
I dare say, said Doctor Syn.
I am sure of it, went on the captain. Indeed, I went so far as to ask the bosun, who has had most dealings with the fellow, whether he had ever touched him.
Touched him? What do you mean? asked the parson, who began dimly to see what the other was driving at.
Touched, touched him, repeated the captain with emphasis. The bosun told me No and that he wouldnt care about it, for he considered that a weird-looking coveIll use his precise way of expressing itthat a weird-looking cove with a face like a dead un, what never took food nor drink to his
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knowledge, werent the sort of cove that a respectable seaman wanted to touch.
Jerry looked at the Doctor. He was as white as the snowy tablecloth before him. Yet he still feigned not to quite follow the captains reasoning.
And now, asked the captain, mad as it sounds, do you see any connection between the two cases? Its plain to any traveller or reader of travel books that some of these foreign rascals, especially the priests, possess strange, weird gifts that the white mans brain runs short of, and I want to know if you see any connection between the two cases.
Doctor Syns had was trembling, so much so that the long clay pipe stem snapped between his finger and thumb. Neither seemed to notice this, though the lighted ashes had fallen out of the bowl upon the tablecloth and had burned innumerable holes in it before going out.
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Do you see any connection, Doctor Syn? asked the captain, leaning right over the table and bringing his face close to the cleric.
Doctor Syn did not answer.
The captain repeated the sentence once morewith all the emphasis and force that he could put into his compelling voice:
Any connection between the Cuban priest who was able to commit deliberate murder after death by controlling the enormous will power of his revenge upon that one definite object? Do you see any connection, I say, between that man and a man who was marooned upon a coral reef in the Southern Pacific being able to follow his murderer across the world in the beastly hulk of his dead self? I dont understand it, nor do you, perhaps, but I fancy that I see the semblance of a connection, and what I want to know is, can you?
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Then Doctor Syn did a surprising thing: He slowly raised his face to the level of the captains, then brought his eyes to meet the captains gaze, and then, drawing his lips apart, laying his white teeth bare, he slowly drew over his face, from the very depths of his soul, it seemed, a smilea fixed smile that steadily beamed all over him for at least a quarter of a minute before he said:
You most remarkable man! A Kings captain, eh? I vow you have mistaken your calling. And he deliberately and with the flat of his white hand patted the captains rough cheek, patted it as though the captain were a child being petted or a puppy being teased.
What the thunder do you mean? roared the infuriated officer, by calling? Mistake my calling?
Your profession, said Doctor Syn, calmly putting on his cloak and hat.
What would you have me then? cried the seaman.
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I wouldnt have you any other than what you are, sir, replied Doctor Syn, with his hand on the door latcha thoroughly entertaining and vastly amusing old seadog, mahogany as a dinner wagon, and loaded with so many fancies as to be creaking near the breaking point.
The captain was so taken aback with the extraordinary manner of the Doctor that he could only look and gasp. Doctor Syn, perfectly at ease, opened the door.
I wonder? he said in a low voice, almost tenderly, Jerry thought.
The captain, with a great effort, managed to ejaculate, What?
Why your mother sent you to sea, for as an apothecaryan apothecary aye, yes, indeed, what a magnificent analyzing apothecary the world has missed in you, sir. And to the captains amazement and Jerrys astonishment the vicar went out, closing the door behind him.
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The captain could do nothing but stare at the closed door, while Jerry, perceiving nothing entertaining in that, stared at the captain, who suddenly exploded out in his great sea voice:
An apothecary, an analyzing apothecary! What in the devils name does he mean by that?
Jerry still looked at the captain. Certainly he had never beheld any one more unlike an apothecary. By the widest stretch of his imagination he could not picture the captain mixing drugs or making experiments.
Its my opinion he said, and then hesitated.
Yes? thundered the captain, with an eagerness that seemed to welcome any opinion.
well, its my opinion, sir, that Doctor Syn is off his headmad, sir. And its my opinion, potboy, said the captain, as if he valued his own opinion as highly as Jerry Jerks, its my opinion that hes nothing of the kind.
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Hes feigning madness. He had to do something that he knew would take my breath away for the moment, knowing me to be dense, and he succeeded, for if any man was unqualified to be an apothecary, Im the fellow. An analyzing apothecary!
Then the captain sat down in the armchair and laughed till the tears rolled down his cheeks, and Jerry was obliged to join in, though he didnt know what he was laughing at. At length he stopped and became most suddenly grave. Getting up, he placed his hands on Jerrys shoulders.
Look here, potboy, he said, you and I have common secrets that I know. What the devil you were doing out on the Marsh the night before last I dont know, but that you saw the schoolmaster kill Pepper I do know.
You know? cried Jerk, utterly astonished. Then Doctor Syn must have told you, for I never breathed a word.
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I know all about it, my boy, because I was hiding in the same dyke as you. Now see here, from what Ive seen of you, I imagine you can be relied upon. Well pluck a leaf out of that parsons book. Well find out his mystery. Well find out the whole mystery of this damned Marsh, and as to being apothecaries, why, damme, so we will. Well take him at his word.
And be apothecaries, sir? asked Jerry, more puzzled now than ever.
Yes, cried the captain, slapping his great hands up and down upon Jerrys shoulders. Apothecaries make experiments, dont they?
I dare say they do, sir, replied Jerk.
Well, so will we, my lad, went on the captain, as happy as a sand boy. Well set a trap for all this mystery to walk into. Well set a big trap, my lad big enough to hold all the murderers and mulattoes on the Marsh, the demon riders as well, and certainly not forgetting the coffins in Mippss shop nor the bottles of Alsace Lorraine beneath this floor. Well catch the lot, my boy, and
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analyze em. Yes, damn em! well analyze em, inside and outside, by night and by day, give em to Jack Ketchto old Jack Ketch, wholl hang em up to dry. Not a word, my boy, to any one; not a word. Heres a guinea bit to hold your tongue; and look to hear from me before the days out, for I shall want your help to-morrow night.