“To begin with, it’s quite clear Mr. Blevins is greatly unnerved by the probable danger in which the members of his family might find themselves. He cited not only their connection to Richard Thorpe but also their mutual involvement in British politics as reasons that agents of the enemy might develop an interest in them.”“A logical premise,” Allison commented, “but it seems like too much of a generalization. One might say something similar of a great many prominent families with members who occupy high posts in government. While they might not have a familial connection to Thorpe, it stands to reason a good many of them could have met or even befriended him.”“Yes, that’s true,” Caldwell answered, “but what you say was also acknowledged as a reason Thorpe’s dead body may have been left here on Antigua. If he was indeed as recognizable as his notoriety in political circles and his many visits to other colonies could have made him, word of his death might spread more quickly. As we a
Caldwell grimaced. “Dear God, that’s positively horrid to imagine! Sacrificing his own people while trying to take the life of another so as to keep up appearances – it’s unconscionably barbaric if true!”“Do try to remember, Mr. Caldwell, we do not know beyond all doubt that it is true,” Allison cautioned him, “though it’s clear we must now be even more cautious where our own mission is concerned.”Allison slid his chair back and stood up. He then began to pace around the cabin once more.“You’ll decode any further encrypted messages we receive, of course, but we’ll have to consider carefully who the sender might be in addition to what information it gives us. Moreover, any further dealings with Mr. Gambles must of necessity be brief and sparing of information or else cease altogether until we can confirm or disprove our suspicions.“He may be there waiting for us when we arrive at English Harbor,” Caldwell observed. “At the very least he’s sure to know when we arrive.”“Yes, it’s
“Sit,” was the curt, emotionless order he finally gave, accompanied by a point of his right hand. Without turning around, he had indicated a plain, straight-backed wooden chair positioned directly in front of the desk, presumably placed there specifically for this discussion. Allison sat down wordlessly, waiting for his commodore to begin the conversation, but still Sir Roger didn’t speak, turn or move from where he stood. Allison could only assume the purpose of this peculiar behavior was to make him feel uncomfortable; but given the dangers he’d recently faced and the confidence he had in his decisions up to that point, he was determined not to let that happen. Another long pause ensued before Sir Roger deigned to speak further.“Explain to me if you would,” he began at length, “how two British warships managed to allow a band of French raiders to slip into port and steal a merchantman from right beneath their very noses.”Semple’s tone was distinctly subdued and yet something in
Semple abruptly slammed his fist down on the desk, nearly upsetting the pots of ink and drying sand which he looked to have been using before the conversation began. He then stood up with frightening alacrity, shoving his chair backward as he did so. The captain stepped once again to the windows and resumed his former position, looking out with his hands behind his back, though they were now clenched far more tightly, as his whitening knuckles suggested.Allison didn’t know what to say or do at that point, though he decided that just remaining quiet was probably in his best interest. Sir Roger was incensed, and had obvious reason to be so, but there was far more than his subordinates’ failures, self-reproach, or disdain for men of lower birth to account for it. It was clear to Allison that this man had come here with another burden weighing upon his mind. Recent events had only just added to the disquiet it was already causing him. What has him so distraught? Is it something he’ll e
“Well, that will do for now, Mr. Allison ,” Semple told him. “As I said, I will send for you and Mr. Suggs when the occasion calls for it.” He made a dismissive motion with his hand before resting the elbow of that same arm on the desk and grasping his chin with his fingers in an aspect of thought.Allison stood up from his seat, replaced his tricorne and saluted.“Yes sir. Good day, Sir Roger,” he said before turning to stride out of the cabin.“And Allison ...” Semple called after him.Allison stopped and turned. “Sir?”“Don’t ever let that Frog bastard get the better of you again. We’ve already brooked enough embarrassment and disappointment in this war.”Allison saluted and wordlessly took his leave, silently refusing to grace his commander’s final stabbing words with any kind of response.Back aboard his own pinnace several minutes later, Allison marveled at how Sir Roger’s abrasive nature refused to be entirely subordinated to reason. He decided in the end that he would be a
Allison allowed his bent leg to drop from the wall. The sole of his shoe swung down to scrape the ground in the manner of a frustrated child. It was likely Suggs already knew the answer and it shouldn’t even be necessary to broach that subject again. He had ample time during their layover in the dockyard to tell him everything he and Caldwell had discussed on their way back to the island. His arms remained crossed as he leaned against the wall while looking upward thoughtfully at the darkened outlines of the hillocks and headlands that cradled the harbor.“Yes, it’s the concerns about Gambles again,” he admitted with a sigh. “Everything is circumstantial, it’s true, but I’ve said it before, a man in his position stands to do a colossal amount of harm if he is in fact compromised. His wealth and influence give him a very long reach which means that our being here essentially puts us on his very doorstep – and yet we haven’t heard a thing from him. Indeed, it makes any precaution of li
Allison and Suggs both saluted. Suggs turned and headed back to his vessel, but Sir Roger gestured to Allison with an upraised hand before he could walk off himself, indicating he wished him to remain. The Commodore didn’t immediately say anything to him while he eyed the backlit form of Suggs walking away over Allison ’s shoulder. When he felt the other lieutenant had gotten far enough so as not to hear him, he began.“Mr. Allison , I haven’t forgotten about this secretive purpose you’ve been set to by Admiral Lord Haig. Whatever it might be, I would advise you to see it completed soon. I’m inclined to wonder if some of the recent happenings aren’t in some way pertinent to this clandestine mission of yours. If true, you’d be wise to take them as a sign that time is of the essence. Given the latest news - LaTour’s triumph at St. John’s, our antagonism of the Spanish, and now this talk of traitors - I should wonder if we won’t all see ourselves torn apart both from without and within
The following morning, Allison sat alone in his cabin. Alex had just cleared away the remains of his half-eaten breakfast which he hadn’t had the appetite to completely finish. The events and revelations of the previous night had not only filled him with enough consternation and dismay to affect his stomach, but had also caused him a nearly sleepless night. Bleary-eyed, he leaned on his elbows, bent over his desk while staring, somewhat vacantly, at both the French signboard Gambles gave him and the brass bell he had retrieved from the remains of LaTour’s floating ruse.Sounds of ongoing work on the decks above could still be heard as the last of the repairs his vessel required were being finished by the crew. Midshipman Hardin had been sent below a short time ago to let him know that Gallant was making preparations to get underway and begin her transit to Kingston. Having nothing further to report to his commanding officer, Allison was more than happy to see the hopelessly disagre