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At the dinner-table while Mrs. Pettigrew was present we managed to talk for a time of other matters; but the tobacco was on our minds, and I was glad to see that, despite her raillery, my hostess had a genuine interest in the coming experiment.
I don't know but you ought to have a share of this, for it was through you that the outlaws were trapped." "No, Mr. Pettigrew, they are welcome to the reward. If I am not mistaken I shall make a good deal more out of it than they." "What do you mean?" Upon this Rodney told the story of what he had seen in the cavern. "When I said I, I meant we, Mr. Pettigrew.
Either he must remain in the power of these men, or cost his friend Mr. Pettigrew a large sum as ransom. There was little hope of changing the determination of his captors, but he resolved to try what he could do. "Mr. Pettigrew is under no obligations to pay money out for me," he said. "I am not related to him, and have not yet known him six months." "That makes no difference.
And to-day's period is especially interesting. We were just about getting to Thorwald the Bitter." "Did you say Biter or Batter?" says I. "I said Thorwald the Bitter," repeats Pettigrew. "One of the old Norse Vikings, you know." "Go on, shoot it," says I. "What's the joke?" "But there's no joke about it," he insists. "Surely you have heard of the Norse Vikings?"
"We can easily get rid of him." The next day the two friends went over to the cavern. Caesar was still there, but he had an unsettled, restless look, and seemed undecided what to do. "What are you going to do, Caesar?" asked Pettigrew. "Are you going to stay here?" "I don't know, massa. I don't want to lib here. I'm afraid I'll see the ghostes of my old massas. But I haven't got no money."
Eliza mentioned this in the kitchen when she returned to it. Her master was naturally a reserved man who seldom spoke to his servants, which rendered his behavior on this occasion the more remarkable. As announced in the evening papers yesterday, the servant sent to the study at half-past one to see why Mr. Pettigrew was not coming to lunch, found him lifeless on the floor.
Having just begun a third cigar he could not be expected to try the tobacco at present, but there was nothing to prevent my trying it. I regarded Pettigrew rather contemptuously, and then I looked with much interest at the tobacco. It was of an inky color. When I looked up I caught Pettigrew's eye on me. He withdrew it hurriedly, but soon afterward I saw him looking in the same sly way again.
Soon afterward Alexander wrote to me saying he had been told by several persons that I was going to Bombay. In short, I saw that the time had come for killing Henry. So I told Pettigrew that Henry had died of fever, deeply regretted; and asked him to be sure to tell Scudamour, who had always been interested in the deceased's welfare.
Young Pettigrew was laid next to me. "'I wish to heaven, captain, he said, 'you had got a pistol and your hand free, and would blow out my brains for me. It is all my fault, and hanging at the yard-arm is what I deserve. I never thought there was the slightest risk not a shadow of it and feeling a bit dozy, sat down for five minutes' caulk.
It brought in a good round sum, and, except for the death of Pettigrew, we had no cause to regret the corsair having taken us by surprise that night off Pantellaria." "That was an exciting business, indeed, Captain Dave," Cyril said, when the Captain brought his story to a conclusion.
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