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other swore, “The said Nikola was below, but he came running up, and with one blow of his knife severed the throat of the man who was kneeling on the deck.
There was no doubt that Nikola had committed these crimes; that the witnesses had sworn to them and signed the deposition.
The old judge had evidently never seen him, and now O'Brien and the Lugareño had sworn that I was Nikola el Escoces, alias El Demonio.
My first impulse was to shout with rage; but I checked it because I knew I should be silenced. I said:
"I am not Nikola el Escoces. That I can easily prove."
The Judge of the First Instance shrugged his shoulders and looked, with implicit trust, up into O'Brien's face.
“That man," I pointed at the Lugareño, "is a pirate. And, what is more, he is in the pay of the Señor Juez O'Brien. He was the lieutenant of a man called Manuel-del-Popolo, who commanded the Lugareños after Nikola left Rio Medio."
“You know very much about the pirates," the Juez said, with the sardonic air of a very stupid man. “Without doubt you were intimate with them. I sign now your order for committal to the carcel of the Marine Court."
I said, “But I tell you I am not Nikola.
The Juez said impassively, “You pass out of my hands into those of the Marine Court. I am satisfied that you are a person deserving of a trial. That is the limit of my responsibility.”
I shouted then, “But I tell you this O'Brien is my personal enemy.”
The old man smiled acidly.
“The señor need fear nothing of our courts. He will be handed over to his own countrymen. Without doubt of them he will obtain justice.” He signed to the Lugareño to go, and rose, gathering up his papers; he bowed to O'Brien. “I leave the criminal at the disposal of your worship,” he said, and went out with his clerk.
O'Brien sent out the two soldiers after him, and stood there alone. He had never been so near his death. But for sheer curiosity, for my sheer desire to know what he could say, I would have smashed in his brains with the clerk's stool. I was going to do it; I made one step towards the stool. Then I saw that he was crying.
“The curse—the curse of Cromwell on you, he sobbed suddenly. “You send me back to hell again.' He writhed his whole body. “Sorrow!” he said, “I know it. But what's this? What's this?”
The many reasons he had for sorrow flashed on me like a procession of sombre images.
“Dead and done with a man can bear," he muttered. “But this—Not to know—perhaps alive-perhaps hidden-She may be dead.
With a change like a flash he was commanding me.
“Tell me how you escaped.”
"You aren't fit for a decent man's speaking to," I said.
“You let her drown.”
It gave me suddenly the measure of his ignorance; he did not know anything—nothing. His hell was uncertainty. Well, let him stay there. “Where is she?” he said. “Where is she?” “Where she's no need to fear you," I answered.
He had a sudden convulsive gesture, as if searching for a weapon. “If you'll tell me she's alive
” he began. “Oh, I'm not dead," I answered.
“Never a drowned puppy was more,” he said, with a flash of vivacity. “You hang here—for murder—or in England for piracy.”
“Then I've little to want to live for," I sneered at him.
“You let her drown,” he said. “You took her from that house, a young girl, in a little boat. And you can hold up your head.”
“I was trying to save her from you," I answered.
"By God," he said. “These English-I've seen them, spit the child on the mother's breast. I've seen them set fire to the thatch of the widow and childless. But this. But this.
I can save you, I
“You can't make me go through worse than I've borne,” I answered. Sorrow and all he might wish. on my head, my life was too precious to him till I spoke. I wasn't going to speak.
“I'll search every ship in the harbour,” he said passionately.
“Do,” I said. “Bring your Lugareños to the task.”
Upon the whole, I wasn't much afraid. Unless he got definite evidence he couldn't-in the face of the consul's protests, and the presence of the admiral-touch the Lion again. He fixed his eyes intently upon me.
“You came in the American brigantine,” he said. “It's known you landed in her boat.
I didn't answer him; it was plain enough that the drogher's arrival had either not been reported to him, or it had been searched in vain.
“In her boat,” he repeated. “I tell you I know she is not dead; even you, an Englishman, must have a different face if she were."
“I don't at least ask you for life,” I said, “to enjoy with her.”
“She's alive," he said. “Alive! As for where, it matters little. I'll search every inch of the island, every road, every hacienda. You don't realize my power.”
“Then search the bottom of the sea," I shouted. “Let's look at the matter in the right light.”
He had mastered his grief, his incertitude. He was himself again, and the smile had returned-as if at the moment he forced his features to their natural lines.
“Send one of your friars to heaven-you'll never go there yourself to meet her.”
“If you will tell me she's alive, I'll save you." I made a mute, obstinate gesture.
“If she's alive, and you don't tell me, I can't but find her. And I'll make you know the agonies of suspensea long way from here."
I was silent.
“If she's dead, and you'll tell me, I'll save you some trouble. If she's dead and you don't, you'll have your own remorse and the rest, too."
I said, “You're too Irish mysterious for me to understand. But you've a choice of four evils for me choose yourself.”
He continued with a quivering, taut good-humour: “Prove to me she's dead, and I'll let you die sharply and mercifully.”
“You won't believe!” I said; but he took no notice.
“I tell you plainly,” he smiled. “If we find if we find her dear body—and I can't help; but I've men on the watch all along the shores—I'll give you up to your admiral for a pirate. You'll have a long slow agony of a trial; I know what English justice is. And a disgraceful felon’s death."
I was thinking that, in any case, a day or so might be gained, the Lion would be gone; they could not touch
her while the flagship remained outside. I certainly didn't want to be given up to the admiral; I might explain the mistaken identity. But there was the charge of treason in Jamaica. I said:
“I only ask to be given up; but you daren't do it for your own credit. I can show you up."
He said, “Make no mistake! If he gets you, he'll hang you. He's going home in disgrace. Your whole blundering Government will work to hang you.'
“They know pretty well,” I answered, “that there are queer doings in Havana. I promise you, I'll clear things up. I know too much.
He said, with a sudden, intense note of passion, “Only tell me where her grave is, I'll let you go free. You couldn't, you dare not, dastard that you are, go away from where she died-without
without making sure.”
"Then search all the new graves in the island,” I said, “I'll tell you nothing.
Nothing!” He came at me again and again, but I never spoke after that. He made all the issues clearer and clearerhis own side involuntarily and all the griefs I had to expect. As for him, he dared not kill me and he dared not give me up to the admiral. In his suspense, since, for him, I was the only person in the world who knew Seraphina's fate, he dared not let me out of his grip. And all the while he had me he must keep the admiral there, waiting for the surrender either of myself or of some other poor devil whom he might palm off as Nikola el Escoces. While the admiral was there the Lion was pretty safe from molestation, and she would sail pretty soon.
At the same time, except for the momentary sheer joy of tormenting a man whom I couldn't help regarding as a devil, I had more than enough to fear. I had