Detective and mystery stories, English; Police -- Fiction; Short stories
The half-bantering prediction of the old seaman was confirmed by others
whom we consulted, and measures for preventing our quarry from landing,
and again giving us the slip, were at once discussed and resolved upon.
We then separated, and I proceeded to the tavern at which I had put up
to get some dinner. I had not gone far when my eye fell upon two
persons whose presence there surprised as well as somewhat grieved me.
One was the young wife of the criminal on board the _Columbia_. I had
seen her once in London, and I knew, as before intimated, that she was
of respectable parentage. There was no exultation in her countenance.
She had no doubt followed or accompanied her husband to Plymouth for the
purpose of furthering his escape, and now feared that the capricious
elements would render all the ingenuity and boldness that had been
brought into play vain and profitless. She was a mild-looking, pretty
woman--very much so, I doubt not, till trouble fell upon her, and
wonderfully resembled the female in the "Momentous Question;" so
remarkably indeed, that when, years afterwards, I first saw that print,
I felt an instantaneous conviction that I had somewhere met with the
original of the portrait; and after much puzzlement of brain remembered
when and where. The resemblance was doubtless purely accidental; but it
was not the less extraordinary and complete. She was accompanied by a
gray-haired man of grave, respectable exterior, whom I at once concluded
to be her father. As I passed close by them, he appeared about to
address me, and I half-paused to hear what he had to say; but his
partly-formed purpose was not persisted in, and I proceeded on my way.
After dining, I returned to the quay. The wind, as foretold, was blowing
directly from the south-west; and during the short pace of time I had
been absent, had increased to a tempest. The wild sea was dashing with
terrific violence against the breakwater, discernible only in the
fast-darkening night by a line of white tumultuous foam and spray, which
leaped and hissed against and over it.
"A dirty night coming on," said a subaltern officer of the port whom I
had previously spoken with; "the _Columbia_ will, I think, be pretty
sure to run in with the tide."
"When do you say is the very earliest time she may be expected?"
"Well, in my opinion, judging from where she was when I was on the
look-out a quarter of an hour agone, not under three hours. Let me see.
It's now just upon the stroke of five about eight o'clock, I should say,
she will be here; certainly not before, perhaps much later; and if the
captain is very obstinate, and prefers incurring a rather serious risk
to returning, it may be of course not at all."
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