Sea stories, American; Seafaring life -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"I started, whirled around in my tracks. His voice had lost the level,
passive tone; it had taken on the timbre of action. Suddenly, with a
quick rustle of silken garments, he stood up behind the desk; the abrupt
motion threw his shadow across the floor and up the opposite wall. With
a subtle thrill of anticipation, I felt the profound psychic change that
had come over my friend. The very air of the room had quickened before
that single exclamation, as if a cold breeze had blown through.... A
breeze, indeed, was at that moment trying hard to find an entrance; the
absolute silence of the room brought out in sharp relief the tumult
outside, the hoarse voice of the rising gale. We stood as if listening.
I looked at Lee Fu, caught his eye. It was charged with energy and
purpose, with something like relief—like the eye of a man who has made
up his mind after a long period of bewilderment, who begins to
understand....
"’Send him in, alone’ said he in Chinese to Sing Toy, now at the outer
door.
"’Who is it?’ I asked hoarsely.
"’The man we have been speaking of’
"’Wilbur? What the devil...?’
"’He merely dropped in as he was passing, to make a call’ said Lee Fu,
speaking rapidly ’So he thinks—but I think otherwise’ Leaning forward
across the desk, he fixed me with an extended arm that trembled slightly
before it found its aim. ’Keep silence’ he commanded ’Beware of word or
glance. This chanced by predestination. We are on the threshold of the
gods’
*V*
Lee Fu remained standing as Captain Wilbur entered the room. His
hurried admonition still rang in my ears ’Keep silence—beware of word
or glance!’ But I couldn’t have spoken; had I opened my mouth just
then, it would have been only to emit a snarl of anger. To beware of
glances was a different matter. The task might be easy enough for Lee
Fu, with that perfect self-control of his that extended to the last
nerve of his eyelids and the last muscle of his fingertips; but for my
part I was spiritually incapable, as it were, of keeping rage and
abomination out of my eyes. I stood as if rooted to the floor, gazing
point-blank at Wilbur with a stare that must have made him wonder about
my sanity. For, of course, he hadn’t the slightest suspicion that we
knew what we knew.
"’Good afternoon, Captain Wilbur’ said Lee Fu blandly ’Do you seek
refuge from the storm? ... I think you are acquainted with Captain
Nichols, of the barque _Omega_. He arrived this morning from the
Celebes’
"’Oh, how do you do, Nichols’ said Wilbur, advancing down the room
’I’ve missed you around town for a good while, it seems to me. So you’ve
been off on one of your famous exploring trips? Then you’ll have a lot
to tell us. I suppose you had the usual assortment of romantic and
tragic adventures?’
"I drew back behind the desk, to escape shaking his hand. ’No’ I
answered ’nothing like the adventure that awaited me here’
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