Desolation Island. Patrick O’Brian

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СКАЧАТЬ me. I heard him call out something to that effect.’

      ‘In his heated state he might have done anything. He is perhaps more suited for the physical than for the intellectual side of these duties; and as you know, it was never contemplated that he should exercise…’

      ‘What was Mr Warren thinking of, to leave such an affair to him? I beg pardon for interrupting you.’

      ‘He is sick! He is most surprisingly sick: you would not recognize him.’

      ‘What ails Mr Warren?’

      ‘A most shocking stroke of the palsy. His laundress – he has chambers in the Temple – found him at the bottom of the stairs: no speech left, and his right arm and leg quite paralysed. He was let blood; but they say it was too late, and hold out little hope.’

      They were both heartily grieved for Mr Warren, their sound though humdrum colleague: in this immediate context, however, it was apparent to both that his stroke must result in greater power for Admiral Sievewright.

      After a pause Sir Joseph said, ‘It was a mercy that I stepped into the Admiralty when I did: I had forgotten to tell you that the Entomologists hold an extraordinary meeting tonight. I found the Admiral in a high-wrought state of passion. I left him quiet, uneasy, and as near to admitting himself in the wrong as it is possible for a man of his rank in the service. I represented to him that in the first place you were a purely voluntary ally, our most valuable ally, and in no way his subordinate in our department; that your entirely unremunerated work, carried out at very great risk to yourself, had enabled us to accomplish wonders – I enumerated a few of ’em, together with some of the injuries you have received. I stated that Mrs Villiers was a lady of the most respectable family and connections, the object of your…’ He hesitated and looked anxiously at Stephen’s expressionless face before continuing, ‘of your respectful admiration for a considerable number of years, and no new acquaintance, as he supposed; that Lord Melville had described you as being worth a ship of the line to us any day of the week, a figure that I had ventured to dispute, on the grounds that no single ship of the line, no, not even a first-rate, could have dealt with the Spanish treasure-frigates in the year four; and that if by his handling of this admittedly difficult affair Sievewright had offended you to such a pitch that we were to be deprived of your services, then I made no sort of doubt that the First Lord would call for a report, and that this report would pass through my hands. For in confidence, I may tell you that my retirement has proved somewhat hypothetical: I attend certain meetings in an advisory capacity, almost every week, and there have been flattering proposals that I should accept an office with remarkably extensive powers: Sievewright is aware of this. He will apologize, if you so desire.’

      ‘No, no. I have no wish to humiliate him at all: it is always a wretched policy, in any case. But it will be difficult for us to meet with any great appearance of cordiality.’

      ‘So you do not fly off ? You do not abandon us?’ said Sir Joseph, shaking Stephen by the hand. ‘Well, I am heartily glad of it. It is like you, Maturin.’

      ‘I do not,’ said Stephen. ‘Yet as you know very well, without there is a perfect understanding, our work cannot be done. How much longer is the Admiral to be with us?’

      ‘For the best part of a year,’ said Sir Joseph, with the unuttered addition, ‘If I don’t sink him first.’

      Stephen nodded, and after a while he said, ‘Certainly I was vexed by his blundering attempt at manipulating me: the guileless sea-dog lulling a suspected double agent by telling him what steps have been taken, for all love! That I should be attempted to be gulled with such sad archaic stuff: it would not have deceived a child of moderate intelligence. He spoke of his own mere motion, did he not? The alleged Home Office was so much primitive naval cunning?’

      Sir Joseph sighed and nodded.

      ‘Of course,’ said Stephen, ‘a moment’s reflection would have told me that. I cannot conceive how my wits came to desert me so. But the Dear knows they have been wandering these many days … that unpardonable error with Gomez’s reports.’

      Stephen had left them in a hackney-coach, as Sir Joseph knew very well: the classic lapse of an over-tired, overworked agent. ‘They were recovered within twenty-four hours, the seals unbroken,’ he said. ‘No harm was done. But it is true that you are not in form. I told poor Warren that the Vigo trip was too much for any man, immediately after Paris. My dear Maturin, you are knocked up: you must forgive me for saying so, but you are quite knocked up. As a friend I see you better than you see yourself. Your face has fallen away; your eyes are sunk; you are a wretched colour. I do beg you will seek advice.’

      ‘Certainly my health is but indifferent,’ said Stephen, tapping his liver. ‘I should never have flown out upon the Admiral had I been in the full possession of my faculties. I am engaged upon a course of physic that allows me to carry on from day to day, but it is a Judas-draught, and although I can stop the moment I please, it may play me an ugly trick. I suspect it of having clouded my judgement in a case where I lost my patient, and that weighs upon me cruelly.’ Stephen very rarely confided in any man, but he had a great liking and respect for Sir Joseph, and now, in his pain, he said, ‘Tell me, Blaine, just how far was Diana Villiers involved in this affair? You know the importance I attach … you know the nature of my concern.’

      ‘I wish with all my heart I could make a clear-cut reply; but in all honesty I can give you no more than my impression. I think Mrs Wogan did impose upon her to a large extent; but Mrs Villiers is no fool, and a clandestine correspondence rarely assumes the form of foolscap documents forty pages long. And then the precipitate departure – chaise and four all night and day to Bristol – a six-oared boat and the rowers promised twenty pounds a head to overtake the Sans Souci lying windbound in Lundy Roads – gives some colour to the notion of an uneasy conscience. Yet I am inclined to think that the haste was the fact of Mr Johnson, moved by a purely personal motive. Not that as an American he might not also be interested in information of value to his own country: though we have not established any connection whatsoever between him and Mrs Wogan, apart from this perhaps fortuitous common acquaintance with Mrs Villiers and, of course, a common interest in America. But at all events it is the United States that have benefited from these activities, not France. Mrs Wogan was their Aphra Behn. Their Aphra Behn,’ he repeated, finding no response.

      ‘Aphra Behn, the lewd woman that wrote plays in the last age?’ said Stephen at last.

      ‘No, no: there you are out for once, Maturin,’ said Sir Joseph with great satisfaction. ‘You have fallen into the vulgar error. As to her morals, I have nothing to say, but she was first and foremost an intelligence agent. I had some of her Antwerp reports in my hands not a week since, when we were looking through the Privy Council files, and they were brilliant, Maturin, brilliant. For intelligence, there is nothing like a keen-witted, handsome woman. She told us that De Ruyter was coming to burn our ships. It is true that we did nothing about it, and that the ships were burnt; but the report itself was a masterpiece of precision. Yes, yes.’

      In the long pause that followed Stephen considered Sir Joseph as he sat there musing by the fire, his fine, kindly face, more like that of a country gentleman than of an official who had spent most of his life behind a desk, set in an amiable expression; and it occurred to him that somewhere in that keen, capacious mind a thought was forming: ‘If Maturin is in fact reaching the end of his usefulness, we had better get him out of the way before he makes some costly mistake.’ The thought would no doubt be tempered with genuine regard, friendship, and humanity, even by gratitude; it would probably contain a clause to the effect that Maturin might yet recover, and that in his powers, his connections, and his unrivalled knowledge of the situation in his own particular sphere might be put to service; but as things stood, with regard to many factors, including СКАЧАТЬ