'He's very like his Lordship in many ways,' Williams had confided to his common-law wife who, as cook and housekeeper, formed the remainder of the staff.
'Yes, he's a gennelman all right,' she agreed.
'Not quite in the same way as Lord John was,' Williams added, his notion of the finer distinctions of society more acute than that of his spouse, his terminology uttered with an unassailable familiarity, 'but inclining that way, to be sure.'
'To be sure,' agreed his wife docilely, aware that her own status was as much a matter of delicate uncertainty as Captain Drinkwater's, and always anxious to avoid the slightest disturbance to her husband's tranquillity of mind which, he had long ago assured her, was of the utmost importance in their relationship.
Williams now met Drinkwater and took his instructions. The strange colonel was to be given every comfort; a meal, a bath and, if he wished, an immediate bed after his long and tedious journey.
Williams's long service had conditioned him to odd arrivals and departures. He was well aware of the nature of the business of his employers, past and present, and the moustachioed figure was but one of a succession of ill-assorted 'guests' that he had accommodated. Having instructed Williams, Drinkwater turned to Bardolini.
'My dear Colonel, please accept my hospitality without my presence. Williams here will see to your wants. You must, as we say, make yourself at home.' He smiled at Bardolini who, as he removed his cloak, looked round with an air of curiosity, then gravely bowed a courtly acknowledgement. He looked every inch the plenipotentiary in his scarlet, white and silver.
'Thank you, Captain.'
'I shall leave you for a matter of a few hours. We will dine together tonight, when I hope to have news for you. In the meantime I will announce your arrival.'
'You wish to see my accreditation?' asked Bardolini, recovering his dangling sabretache on its silver-laced straps.
'Indeed, I do.'
'I am trusting you, Captain, with my life,' Bardolini said solemnly, handing over the heavily sealed paper which Drinkwater opened and scanned briefly.
'It is not misplaced, I assure you,' said Drinkwater, turning to Williams. 'See Colonel Bardolini wants for nothing, if you please, Williams. I shall be back for dinner at eight.'
Thus Captain Drinkwater was at the Admiralty before the clock at the Horse Guards struck three hours after noon.
Templeton met him as the Admiralty porter stirred himself from his chair.
'Good to have you return, sir,' said Templeton with a curtness that drew Drinkwater's attention to the fixed and unhappy expression on his face. 'Shall we go up directly?'
'As you please, Templeton,' said Drinkwater, somewhat nonplussed by his clerk's obvious discomfiture.
'What the devil's the matter?' Drinkwater asked, the moment they were inside his room. They had met but one other clerk upon the stairs and he had drawn aside with an unusual display of deference as Templeton had sped past, so that Drinkwater became alarmed at what news had broken in his absence.
'Barrow is the matter, sir. He has closed us down without further ado and in your absence. The matter is most improper.' Templeton fidgeted with an unhappy agitation, his face pale and anxious. 'The guard books are to be transferred to the Second Secretary's office, sir, and I,' Templeton's voice cracked with emotion, 'I am to be returned to the general copy room.'
It was not the worst fate that could befall an Englishman, Drinkwater thought, Templeton could be press-ganged, but he forbore from pointing this out. Nevertheless, it was clear that this humiliation had hurt the clerk, for news of the projected closure had come as no surprise. The thought sowed a seed in Drinkwater's over-stimulated brain but, for the moment, he confined himself to a sympathetic concern.
'My dear fellow, that is bad news, but don't despair, perhaps ...'
Templeton shook his head. 'I have remonstrated with Barrow, sir. He is adamant that our activities can be subsumed by his own office and that my own personal expertise is of little consequence.' Templeton paused to master his bitterness, adding, with a touch of venom, 'I think he is jealous of our independence.'
'I shouldn't wonder,' Drinkwater temporized, pondering on how best to further matters in so far as Bardolini's news was concerned.
'I assured him that, notwithstanding our lack of recent progress, there were indications that matters of importance would shortly come to a head and that your own absence testified to this.' Templeton fell ominously silent. There was obviously an element of deep and significant drama, at least as far as Templeton was concerned, in this exchange.
'What did Mr Barrow say to that?' Drinkwater prompted with a tolerant patience he was far from feeling.
'He said', Templeton began with an evasive air, as if he found the admission distasteful, 'that it did not seem to much matter these days whether you were in or out, sir, but that on balance your achievements in the past had proved rather more effective in the public service when you were out, preferably at sea, sir.'
Drinkwater suppressed an outburst of laughter with a snort that Templeton construed as indignation. In all justice Drinkwater could not find much flaw in Barrow's decision, given that Barrow knew nothing of the events of the last two days, but in consideration of Templeton's feelings, he kept his face straight.
'It is my fault, I'm afraid, Barrow has never liked me ...'
'I find it difficult to see why, sir.'
'Thank you, but we disagreed some years ago and I think he has seen my installation here as something to be terminated when the opportunity arose. I do not believe he wanted the department to outlive Lord Dungarth. Anyway, I think it is no matter now
'Oh, yes ... forgive me, Captain Drinkwater, I have been so unseated by this unpleasant matter
'Of course, Templeton, of course. I take it you do not wish to return to the copy room?'
'The loss of emolument, sir ...' Templeton looked aghast.
'How attached are you to my person, Templeton? Sufficient to go a-voyaging?'
'To sea, sir?' Templeton asked incredulously.
'That is the purpose of Admiralty,' Drinkwater replied drily.
'Well yes, sir, I understand, but my widowed mother…' Templeton was deathly pale.
'Never mind, then,' Drinkwater said brusquely, 'go at once and inform Mr Barrow of my return and my desire to speak with Mr Croker. Then, if you please, find out for me the ships and vessels currently at anchor in roadsteads on the east coast, from the Downs to Leith. A list of guardships and convoy escorts, that sort of thing, do you understand?'
'Perfectly.' The clerk's voice was not above a whisper.
'Good, then bring that to me, wherever I am in the building.'
Barrow received Drinkwater in his spacious office. Neither man had alluded to their disagreement some six years earlier. [See Baltic Mission.] Indeed Drinkwater supposed Barrow had long ago forgotten about it, for it was Drinkwater himself who had been the more angered by their unfortunate encounter. Nevertheless, since his posting to the Secret Department, memory of the matter had disinclined Drinkwater to force his presence on the Second Secretary and he had preferred to rely upon written memoranda to communicate with the Board.
'Pray sit down, Captain Drinkwater. Mr Croker has taken his seat in the House today and I have therefore taken the liberty of asking you to see me. I think I know why you wish to speak with the First Secretary and I apologize for the manner in which you learned of our decision to incorporate Lord Dungarth's old office with my own. I am sure you can see the logic ...'