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
Allison contemplatively rubbed his chin and tapped on his desk some more before responding.“I know it,” he answered. “That’s why we won’t.”Caldwell looked up, staring at his commanding officer with a questioning gaze.“However that doesn’t mean certain precautions won’t be taken,” Allison said, finishing his statement.Caldwell didn’t seem entirely reassured by that affirmation. Allison was instantly reminded by the look on his officer’s face of how only a short time ago, almost the whole wardroom was genuinely unconvinced that anything more than a local political squabble on New Providence even existed. It was now plainly evident and freely acknowledged that they were involved in pursuing the source of a far greater problem. Still, the threat of clear and present dangers in addition to the recent loss of valued shipmates – as well as other stresses in Henry’s case – could certainly cause a person’s strength of commitment to become strained.Allison pointed toward the page that
Talbot, who smiled triumphantly at Stanton’s discomfiture, was a distant relation of a noble English family of the same name, with ancestors who fought in France alongside Henry the Fifth and went on to become the Earls of Shrewsbury. Aspiring to a knighthood and proud of his smattering of noble blood, he let it show in his appearance. Shining gold buttons on his coats and waistcoats displayed the lions rampant and lions passant recognizable from his family arms. He had a full head of curly hair, cut short, that he saw no need to cover with any wigs and which only betrayed the slightest hints of gray at his temples. One could tell that when he stood he would have been of a height with Scott.“You do all realize,” Talbot now said, “that His Excellency will not allow the charges you make to be brought before the court, nor will he conscience the reparations you seek to be taken from Mr. Thorpe’s estate.”“We’ve given you evidence!” stated Mr. Hargrove, an assemblyman, and by far the old
“He seeks whatever justice is most amenable to him and his group of cronies, that’s the only thing of which we can be certain,” Peele said. After a short pause, he gave each of his fellow councilors a quick glance from side to side. “Well, what think you both?”“I don’t know,” Fenwick answered first. “Surely they’re all frustrated at our refusal to allow their accusations to be heard in court, but there are other things about which to be concerned. There’s more than a hint of malevolent duplicity about that group.”“Indeed,” agreed Talbot, “though some of that duplicity is directed inward. I’d say they don’t fully trust one another, especially when it comes to involvement in Mr. Thorpe’s demise. That said, our friend Mr. Scott is another matter entirely. He’s more dangerous than the rest of them taken together. All his headstrong bluster aside, his ambition and deviousness make any dealings with him a perilous endeavor.”“And you would have openly challenged such a man to a duel?” Pee
“And if they don’t?” Talbot asked him. “For all we know one of our own peers on the council could have had a hand in what transpired. We’d be foolish to deny that certain individuals were extremely jealous of the favor Thorpe enjoyed with His Excellency, you know that.”“And you already know the inherent difficulties that course of investigation would entail,” Peele reminded him.Talbot grunted in frustration. “Perhaps old Hargrove was right when he suggested that Anne wanted her own husband dead. For all we know, it’s as good a theory as any,” he said.“Let’s not allow our vexations to get the better of us, shall we, Gilbert?” Peele interjected.“Perhaps this talk of traitors and plots has us ‘hunting witches’ after all,” Fenwick commented.After a short pause, Talbot spoke up.“Your contacts in the Royal Navy, what of them?” he asked Peele.“I’ve had no communication since they left, though I imagine there’s no real reason for me to expect anything at the moment. Let’s not allow the
The last thing he heard was the foreboding click of a wheel-lock pistol being cocked before a loud shot rang out in the gloom accompanied by a momentary bright flash. The ball passed straight between Weston’s eyes and out the back of his skull, killing him instantly. He never felt his body slide off the saddle and flop heavily to the ground, face down, the back of his skull ruptured by a horrible, bloody wound.The spooked horse immediately turned and bolted. The two men who killed its rider made as if to give chase, but were immediately stopped by a third figure which ran up and grasped the others by their shoulders. With a hurriedly spoken admonishment, the other succeeded in herding his fellows off in the opposite direction, toward the strange ambient sounds.Moving with alacrity through the pall of night, the three dark-skinned men were soon in the company of others hurrying off in the same direction. They passed the completely darkened main house, where bodies of slain overseers
Allison knew the quality of his volunteer crew and that such lines of questioning for warrant officers like the master-at-arms were perhaps wholly unneeded. Still, it was a way of showing concern for his men that conveyed his good will while not betraying any undue sense of acquaintance or familiarity that could be seen as inappropriate for an officer in his position. Given his sympathetic leaning toward the plight of the common sailor, it was only logical and fitting. Yet, something in Allison ’s mind caused him to wonder if doing small things like that weren’t actually in fact selfish actions – token gestures meant only to ease his own conscience when it came to the harsh realities of the men’s lives. Perhaps something in his nature did find a form of reassurance in showing due regard for the hands entrusted to his command; but this was no different from his respectful treatment of the officers or his engagement in the education and seasoning of the midshipmen. Commanders of lesser