"Because of Judith."
"I do not understand."
"I was escorting her home, to her husband's——"
"Is she married?"
"Pon my word, I can't say; half and half——"
"I do not understand you."
"I will explain, later," said Mr. Menaida. "It's a perplexing question, and though I was brought up at the law, upon my word I can't say how the law would stand in the matter."
"But how about the false lights?"
"I am coming to that. When the Preventive men came on us, led by Scantlebray—and why he was with them, and what concern it was of his, I don't know—when the guard found us, it is true Judith had the lantern, but it was under her cloak."
"We, however, saw the light for some time."
"Yes, but neither she nor I showed it. We had not brought a light with us. We knew that it would be wrong to do so, but we came on someone driving an ass with a lantern affixed to the head of the brute."
"Then say so."
"I cannot—that person was Judith's brother."
"But he is an idiot."
"He was sent out with the light."
"Well, then, that person who sent him will be punished and the silly boy will come off scot free."
"I cannot—he who sent the boy was Judith's husband."
"Judith's husband! Who is that?"
"Captain Coppinger."
"Well, what of that? The man is a double-dyed villain. He ought to be brought to justice. Consider the crimes of which he has been guilty. Consider what he has done this past night. I cannot see, father, that merely because you esteem a young person, who may be very estimable, we should let a consummate scoundrel go free, solely because he is her husband. He has brought a fine ship to wreck, he has produced much wretchedness and alarm. Indeed, he has been the occasion of some lives being lost, for one or two of the sailors, thinking we were going to Davy Jones's locker, got drunk and were carried overboard. Then, consider, he robbed some of the unhappy, frightened women as they were escaping.
