The Firm of Girdlestone. Артур Конан Дойл

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СКАЧАТЬ of work! God's truth, I thought she was gone in the bay! We'd a dirty night with a gale from the west-sou'-west, an' had been goin' by dead reckonin' for three days, so we weren't over and above sure o' ourselves. She wasn't much of a sea-going craft when we left England, but the sun had fried all the pitch out o' her seams, and you might ha' put your finger through some of them. Two days an' a night we were at the pumps, for she leaked like a sieve. We lost the fore topsail, blown clean out o' the ringbolts. I never thought to see Lunnon again."

      "If she could weather a gale like that she could make another voyage."

      "She could start on another," the sailor said gloomily, "but as like as not she'd never see the end o't."

      "Come, come, you're not quite yourself this morning, Miggs. We value you as a dashing, fearless fellow – let me fill your glass again – who doesn't fear a little risk where there's something to be gained. You'll lose your good name if you go on like that."

      "She's in a terrible bad way," the captain insisted. "You'll have to do something before she can go."

      "What shall we have to do?"

      "Dry dock her and give her a thorough overhaul. She might sink before she got out o' the Channel if she went as she is just now."

      "Very well," the merchant said coldly. "If you insist on it, it must be done. But, of course, it would make a great difference in your salary."

      "Eh?"

      "You are at present getting fifteen pounds a month, and five per cent. commission. These are exceptional terms in consideration of any risk that you may run. We shall dry dock the Black Eagle, and your salary is now ten pounds a month and two and a half commission."

      "Belay, there, belay!" the sailor shouted. His coppery face was a shade darker than usual, and his bilious eyes had a venomous gleam in them. "Don't you beat me down, curse you!" he hissed, advancing to the table and leaning his hands upon it while he pushed his angry face forward until it was within a foot of that of the merchant. "Don't you try that game on, mate, for I am a free-born British seaman, and I am under the thumb of no man."

      "You're drunk," said the senior partner. "Sit down!"

      "You'd reduce my screw, would ye?" roared Captain Hamilton Miggs, working himself into a fury. "Me that has worked for ye, and slaved for ye, and risked my life for ye. You try it on, guv'nor; just you try it on! Suppose I let out that little story o' the painting out o' the marks – where would the firm of Girdlestone be then! I guess you'd rather double my wage than have that yarn goin' about."

      "What do you mean?"

      "What do I mean? You don't know what I mean, do you? Of course not.

      It wasn't you as set us on to go at night and paint out the Government

      Plimsoll marks and then paint 'em in again higher up, so as to be able to overload. That wasn't you, was it?"

      "Do you mean to assert that it was?"

      "In course I do," thundered the angry seaman.

      The senior partner struck the gong which stood upon the table.

      "Gilray," he said quietly, "go out and bring in a policeman."

      Captain Hamilton Miggs seemed to be somewhat startled by this sudden move of his antagonist. "Steady your helm, governor," he said. "What are ye up to now?"

      "I'm going to give you in charge."

      "What for?"

      "For intimidation and using threatening language, and endeavouring to extort money under false pretences."

      "There's no witnesses," the sailor said in a half-cringing, half-defiant manner.

      "Oh yes, there are," Ezra Girdlestone remarked, coming into the room. He had been standing between the two doors which led to the counting-house, and had overheard the latter portion of the conversation. "Don't let me interrupt you. You were saying that you would blacken my father's character unless he increased your salary."

      "I didn't mean no harm," said Captain Hamilton Miggs, glancing nervously from the one to the other. He had been fairly well known to the law in his younger days, and had no desire to renew the acquaintance.

      "Who painted out those Plimsoll marks?" asked the merchant.

      "It was me."

      "Did any one suggest it to you?"

      "No."

      "Shall I send in the policeman, sir?" asked Gilray, opening the door.

      "Ask him to wait for a moment," Girdlestone answered.

      "And now, captain, to return to the original point, shall we dry dock the Black Eagle and reduce the salary, or do you see your way to going back in her on the same terms?"

      "I'll go back and be damned to it!" said the captain recklessly, plunging his hands into the pockets of his pea jacket and plumping back into his chair.

      "That's right," his grim employer remarked approvingly.

      "But swearing is a most sinful practice. Send the policeman away,

      Ezra."

      The young man went out with an amused smile, and the two were left together again.

      "You'll not be able to pass the Government inspector unless you do something to her," the seaman said after a long pause, during which he brooded over his wrongs.

      "Of course we shall do something. The firm is not mean, though it avoids unnecessary expense. We'll put a coat of paint on her, and some pitch, and do up the rigging. She's a stout old craft, and with one of the smartest sailors afloat in command of her – for we always give you credit for being that – she'll run many a voyage yet."

      "I'm paid for the risk, guv'nor, as you said just now," the sailor remarked. "But don't it seem kind o' hard on them as isn't – on the mates an' the hands?"

      "There is always a risk, my dear captain. There is nothing in the world without risk. You remember what is said about those who go down to the sea in ships. They see the wonders of the deep, and in return they incur some little danger. My house in Eccleston Square might be shaken down by an earthquake, or a gale might blow in the walls, but I'm not always brooding over the chance of it. There's no use your taking it for granted that some misfortune will happen to the Black Eagle."

      The sailor was silenced, but not convinced by his employer's logic. "Well, well," he said sulkily, "I am going, so there's an end of it, and there's no good in having any more palaver about it. You have your object in running rotten ships, and you make it worth my while to take my chances in them. I'm suited, and you're suited, so there's no more to be said."

      "That's right. Have some more rum?"

      "No, not a spot."

      "Why not?"

      "Because I likes to keep my head pretty clear when I'm a-talkin' to you, Muster Girdlestone. Out o' your office I'll drink to further orders, but I won't do business and muddle myself at the same time. When d'ye want me to start?"

      "When she's unloaded and loaded up again. Three weeks or a month yet. I expect that Spender will have come in with the Maid of Athens СКАЧАТЬ