Doyle, Arthur Conan, 1859-1930 -- Parodies, imitations, etc.; Fantasy fiction; Holmes, Sherlock (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
“That piracy on the sea is not profitable in these days of the check
banking system,” said Kidd. “If you can get a chance at real gold it’s
all right, but it’s of no earthly use to steal checks that people can
stop payment on. Therefore it was my plan to visit the cities and do a
little freebooting there, where solid material wealth is to be found.”
“Well? Can’t we do it now?” asked Abeuchapeta.
“Not with these women tagging after us,” returned Kidd. “If we went to
London and lifted the whole Bank of England, these women would have it
spent on Regent Street inside of twenty-four hours.”
“Then leave them on board,” said Abeuchapeta.
“And have them steal the ship!” retorted Kidd. “No. There are but two
things to do. Take ’em back, or land them in Paris. Tell them to spend
a week on shore while we are provisioning. Tell ’em to shop to their
hearts’ content, and while they are doing it we can sneak off and leave
them stranded.”
“Splendid!” cried Morgan.
“But will they consent?” asked Abeuchapeta.
“Consent! To shop? In Paris? For a week?” cried Morgan.
“Ha, ha!” laughed Hawkins. “Will they consent! Will a duck swim?”
And so it was decided, which was the first incident in the career of the
House-boat upon which the astute Mr. Sherlock Holmes had failed to count.
VI
A CONFERENCE BELOW-STAIRS
WHEN, with a resounding slam, the door to the upper deck of the
House-boat was shut in the faces of queens Elizabeth and Cleopatra by the
unmannerly Kidd, these ladies turned and gazed at those who thronged the
stairs behind them in blank amazement, and the heart of Xanthippe, had
one chosen to gaze through that diaphanous person’s ribs, could have been
seen to beat angrily.
Queen Elizabeth was so excited at this wholly novel attitude towards her
regal self that, having turned, she sat down plump upon the floor in the
most unroyal fashion.
“Well!” she ejaculated. “If this does not surpass everything! The idea
of it! Oh for one hour of my olden power, one hour of the axe, one hour
of the block!”
[Picture: Queen Elizabeth desires an axe and one hour of her olden power]
“Get up,” retorted Cleopatra, “and let us all return to the billiard-room
and discuss this matter calmly. It is quite evident that something has
happened of which we wotted little when we came aboard this craft.”
“That is a good idea,” said Calpurnia, retreating below. “I can see
through the window that we are in motion. The vessel has left her
moorings, and is making considerable headway down the stream, and the
distinctly masculine voices we have heard are indications to my mind that
the ship is manned, and that this is the result of design rather than of
accident. Let us below.”
Elizabeth rose up and readjusted her ruff, which in the excitement of the
moment had been forced to assume a position about her forehead which gave
one the impression that its royal wearer had suddenly donned a sombrero.
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