THE UNSPEAKABLE GENTLEMAN
It is still a pleasure, much as I resent being taken on board a ship I own."
Mr. Sims bowed ironically.
"And now, Captain, the document, if you please, unless you care to be searched."
I thought my father had not heard, for he still looked quite blandly at the lantern.
"Would you mind telling me," he inquired, "what became of my crew? You bribed them, I suppose."
"There was only an anchor watch on deck when we came on board," said Mr. Sims. "We drove them below quite easily. The only man who gave us any trouble was your master. We had to hit him over the head when he reached the deck."
My father nodded slowly, seemed to lose his balance on the rolling deck, recovered himself, and set his feet a trifle wider apart.
"I am sincerely sorry for you, Mr. Sims," he said.
But if Mr. Sims ever asked why, it was in another life than ours. I recall his sudden bewilderment, but I never have understood exactly how it happened. I remember Brutus' eyes on my father's hand, as it moved so gently over his coat. It must have been some gesture, smooth and imperceptible. For suddenly, my father's languor
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