"Legrand," I whispered. His eyes dropped to my level. "They will be busy till dark. What about dusk?"
He stirred, and shifted towards me. "Odd. I've been thinking the same," he answered in a low tone. "We may have one more chance if we make it."
"We must make it," said I.
"I'll tell you what it is, Phillimore," said he. "There's something we can't do without, in our circumstances, and I think I know where to find it." He rose, and opened a cupboard in the wall, from which he brought out a bottle of brandy, some glasses and some tinned foods. "There's always been some kept here," he added. "And, as I live, a knife, if only a jack-knife. Well, she'll do, man—first to open the tins, and then–" He left his meaning in the air.
When the tins were opened, I endeavoured to persuade the Princess to eat. She refused at first from lips of marble, but I used my authority as a doctor.
"Come," I said with asperity, "you're under orders here, Princess. You must do as you're told."
Her lips quivered. "I will try," she said in a strangled voice.
Mademoiselle had sat up some time ago and dried her tears. I think she had worn herself out with that passion of weeping, and her nimble wits began to flow again.
"You are right, doctor," she said. "It is well to eat, otherwise we become weak. I will eat and then see what may be done."
"Bravo, Mademoiselle!" said I. "That is spoken like a sensible woman."
"Yes," she went on, "I will try my eloquence upon them—those beasts. They will not harm me, if I speak to them. It was Sir John before, and he was only a man, and clumsy. I will sing to them, if necessary. I will charm them. Have I not done it before?"
I wondered if the poor lady had any guess in her mind, had any realisation at all, of what human passions, let loose as upon that ship, amounted to. She spoke as a child, as a vain and hopeful child, boasting of her influence. But it was the mood I wanted rather than the hysterical state of tears. We ate, and drank a little brandy and water, without interruption from without, and turned once more to the thought of escape. The search was still going on, as sounds that came to our ears indicated, and slowly the room darkened with the enveloping night. I could just see the Princess across the cabin. Legrand whispered to me:
"They're still hard at work. We shall have our chance soon."
Our plan was simple, if we could once get quit of our guards. One of the smaller boats lay on the starboard side, and, hanging outwards from the davits, could, from the slant of the Sea Queen as she lay on the rocks, be easily dropped and floated. If we could lower her into the water and get the ladies into her, it would be possible, under cover of the darkness and the preoccupation of the mutineers, to reach the island. Once there, we must, of course, trust to our luck for food and shelter.
Legrand got to his feet and moved noiselessly towards the door. The yacht was comparatively still, and we could hear the lapping of the quiet sea beyond the broken windows. I followed him.
"We have one jack-knife," I whispered in his ear. He nodded.
"And there are two men," he whispered back.
"Is the door locked?" He fumbled softly.
"I don't think so. They did not turn the key last time. But it's a question of who's outside. If the body of the mutineers are still there, we're done. If the two are alone–"
"They are alone," I whispered. "I can hear no noise. They're hunting elsewhere."
"The darkness about suits us now. Explain to the ladies," he said under his breath. "Let them be ready directly we are."
I went back to the couch and poured out my story through the darkness. I spoke to two shadows, and as I did so a hand moved in the air and touched mine. I took it, and it was cold like the snows in January. I pressed it softly.
"Be of good heart. I will come back. And do not cry out."
Even as I stole back in that critical moment, my heart bounded, for I knew to whom the hand belonged. Body of Love! should not I know it in the grave? I reached Legrand.
"Ready," I said.
"You take the nearest," said he. "A jack-knife carries farther."
"I shall want it," I said. "I have only my fingers."
"You shall have it," he said grimly. "One at a time. Fingers or throat, mind you, and no noise. Have you got your muscles back? You're a strong man, Phillimore, but, by heaven! all rests on your fingers. And you have been wounded?"
"I could tear down the pillars of Gaza at this moment," I replied. "My blood's afire."
"God be with us!" he muttered, and slowly turned the handle.
The door opened inwards, and in the darkness loomed a single figure. Legrand sprang, and the two disappeared in a heap upon the floor. I had leapt to one side and was feeling in the air for my enemy, but my hands took nothing, nor could my eyes make out any other figure in the gloom. Presently something rose from the floor, and I heard Legrand's voice.
"He's alone. There was only the one."
"Yes," I whispered back. "And the mutineers are gone from here."
Faint noises issued from below, acquainting us in what direction the search had flowed.
"All the better," said Legrand. "The way's clear for us. Where are the women?"
I found my way into the cabin again and called them in a low voice. "Give me your hand," said I to the first that reached me. I recognised the tall figure. Mademoiselle was petite. I conducted both through the doorway, and the Princess stumbled and gave vent to a little moan. It was the dead man. I pulled her to me.
"Legrand," said I, "you must take Mademoiselle; she will not find her way alone, and I must have an arm free."
"I want two," he growled.
At that moment a beam of light flashed from the cabins across the way. Legrand gave vent to a hiss of warning and moved off. I could see his shadow for a moment, and then it was swallowed in the blackness. He was waiting and watching outside the cabin. The light streamed out in a fan towards us, and revealed, in the opening of a door, a man's form, and even as it did, Legrand struck. The man went down in silence, and Legrand bent over and picked up the lantern which had clashed to the floor. He stooped and examined the face of his victim. Then he crossed to us, and on my arm a hand was trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Courage," I whispered, and I groped for Mademoiselle on the other side.
"It was the other man," said Legrand calmly. "I don't know what he did there, but we've got a bull's-eye, which is so much to the good. Come, let's get on."
We passed down the corridor and through the bare doorway to the deck. Here the breath of the night blew softly on our faces. Legrand moved along the bulwarks till he reached the davits from which the boat depended. Standing into the opaque blackness, he cut at the ropes above. Presently I heard a splash. I did not offer to assist, for he had the knife and the knowledge; the two women were my charge. It must have been twenty minutes that we waited there silently, deep in the security of the darkness.
"She's down," said Legrand in my ear. "It's not a long drop, but it's a job for women. Do you think you can manage it?"
"I'm going to try," I said, and I whispered to the Princess, "Will you trust yourself to me? I must lower you into the boat?"
"Yes—yes," she answered in a low voice.
"Legrand," said I, "you go first. I'll lower them, and then I'll follow."
He made no answer, but slipped over the railing, and presently his voice sounded softly from below: "Now."