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Updated: June 3, 2025
And presently, "It's no use waiting", said Hogarth, looking in upon Quilter-Beckett: "I should mine and shell her at the same moment, if I were you; tell them to get it in well amidships".
Some minutes more and Quilter-Beckett was pelting up the steps, his face pink as prickly-heat, blurting out: "My Lord King! I have been grossly insulted...!" "Ha!" went Hogarth. "I met a dispatch-boat coming to make summons of surrender, and, in spite of my white flag, they took me prisoner! How I restrained myself and these people in the hollow of my hand!
But now she fires: as the broadsides drench her anew, she fires, the hulk all round the horizon lowing in travail: and as there is no question of missing on the one side, so on the other is assurance, the Boodah's broad-sides of 19.5-inchers and 9.5-inchers, ninety- two in all, being fired by the hand of Quilter-Beckett, who sits at a table grim with knobs, buttons, dial-faces, in a cabinet near a saloon where Hogarth, Loveday, and five lieutenants are lunching; and where he sits he can hear the band in an alcove rendering for the eaters Beethoven's Ninth Symphony: hear, not heed: for two gunners in each casemate have sighted a ship through pivoted glasses, whose fixing, disturbing an electrical circuit, prints the ship's distance on an indicator before the Admiral: whereupon he touches a button many buttons in intense succession: the Boodah bawls: and the thrust-back of her resentment becomes intolerable, the ships just like fawns under the paws of an old lion whose grisly jaws drip gore; the sharks that infest her will fare well of her hand.
By which time Hogarth was standing at a cubical cabin of steel on the roof, with him Loveday and Quilter-Beckett, his brow puckered with wrinkles, the sun troubling his eyes. "I suppose the chef is warned?" he threw away his cigar. "Oh, yes, my Lord King", Quilter-Beckett answered.
These were led away by police blue-jackets, and Frankl groaned through the night in a box as cold as the cells of Colmoor. The next morning Quilter-Beckett, making a report in Hogarth's salon, mentioned the incident, saying: "Here are the names, with the sentences; I shall send the sailors home..." and Hogarth's eyes, resting on the document, chanced to catch that name of Frankl.
Hogarth clapped a sudden hand of horror upon Quilter-Beckett's shoulder. "My God !" Quilter-Beckett started like a gun's recoil. "Be calm, Admiral: it may be only some mistake....From whence had you this order?" "From from the Mahomet, in the usual course " "Good night, Admiral; I would be alone".
"But your Captain?" asked Quilter-Beckett, a courtly man, with a dark-curling beard, a star on his breast. "The Captain won't come!" whined the officer in perfect English: "I suppose you realize the terrible consequences of this stoppage, gentlemen?" "But you are wasting time, sir. You represent your Captain?" "Of course, I represent !"
F. Quilter-Beckett, the Admiral, with some lieutenants, awaited them at a bureau on which lay documents, while in the background stood Hogarth and Loveday, and, "Gentlemen, this is a most damned wild piece of madness!" broke out wrathfully the first-officer, as he dashed up wild-eyed to the level: "in consideration of the guns you have in this thing "
"Oh, the yacht: in her I have sent the two hundred men to the Mahomet". "Which two hundred men, Admiral?" Quilter-Beckett stared. "Your Lordship's Majesty has forgotten: I had instructions that you desired some interchanges among the garrisons, and had ordered the sending of two hundred of my men to the Mahomet, I to receive in return two hundred from her". "And you have sent your two hundred?"
"My Lord King", from Quilter-Beckett, "Frankl has handed to his warder something written: will your Lordship's Majesty see it now?" "Yes!" Then: "John! Frankl has yielded!" Up Loveday started with "Thank God!" while Hogarth: "When does my yacht arrive?" "At midnight" from Quilter-Beckett. "She starts back immediately for England with me and Mr. Loveday".
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