CHAPTER V
BETWEEN LIVERPOOL AND QUEENSTOWN
Mr. Richard Loide was getting into the sere, the yellow leaf. A certainamount of baldness on his head he covered with a wig. His age and thewig prompted him to two courses of action.
He knew that he would be at a disadvantage in any personal strugglewhich might result from the steps he proposed taking. He discreetlydetermined to avoid one.
Firearms, in dealing with the man with the money round his waist, wereout of the question. The noise would frustrate the very object he had inview--would attract the attention of others in the ship.
He did not desire an audience for the performance he had in mind.
So he bethought him of a long, stiletto shaped, yet fine pointed,two-edged knife he had seen for sale in a shop window.
He went to that shop, and acquired the weapon, tested its razor-likeedge on a hair, then on a piece of paper, and was satisfied with theresult.
He hoped that Mr. Depew would, soon after leaving Liverpool, lie down inhis bunk. He was anxious for that position, because it, apart from theknife, would give him an advantage.
In plain words, he proposed cutting the throat of Mr. Depew. It struckLoide as being an effective way of silencing, in a double sense, hisman.
He did not suppose that a cry, if the man were able to raise one, wouldattract much attention, or be heard above the noise of the ship; but hedid not want to take any unnecessary risk.
So he figured in his own mind that method of dealing with theAmerican--killing two birds with one stone.
If, on the other hand, Depew did not lie down, then he would have to usehis weapon stiletto fashion. A spring from his bunk on to his victimstanding with his back towards him, and a powerful downward sweep andplunge, would be half way successful.
He imagined that most men threw up their arms and staggered back on thehappening of such a thing--gathered the idea from witnessing the dramasof the Adelphi--that would enable him to turn and plunge the weapon intothe man's heart.
All that would be necessary, then, was to put him in his bunk before theblood began to make a mess, take from his body the notes whichengirdled it, and be ready to leave on the tender for Queenstown themoment that vessel came alongside the liner.
He knew that two-edged weapons were proverbially dangerous, but he wascomforted by the recollection of another proverb about cutting bothways.
As to its wig, he determined to change its color. It would be as well.
Not that he feared detection much; still the prudent man always tookprecautions, and Mr. Loide rated prudence very high.
He knew that when the boat left Queenstown it did not stop again till itgot to the other side. That he counted on.
It would enable him to reach London, cash the notes, and be prepared foranything which might happen. He felt that with the money in hispossession he would be prepared for anything.
He knew that when the purser went his rounds, or the steward, or whoeverit might be, and discovered the dead body, all would be confusion.
The doctor and captain would be sent for, and an examination enteredupon--but all the time the vessel would be leaving Queenstown furtherand further behind.
He knew the coursing of these ocean greyhounds well enough to know thatthe ship would not put back. That hundreds of passengers would not beinconvenienced, simply because one was dead, that the ship would goplowing her way right on.
He turned up in the post-office directory the name of a wig maker theother side of London, and took a cab there.
He told some wholly unnecessary lies about the need of a colored wig,but might have saved himself the trouble, because the sale of a wig orwigs was an every-day occurrence with the keeper of the shop.
When Loide saw his reflection in the peruquier's mirror he was astoundedat the change in his appearance.
The shopman, thinking he was dealing with an amateur actor, very kindlydrew attention to his bushy black eyebrows.
"Want toning down," he said, "to match the wig."
"How do you--how do it?"
The shopman produced a little stick of what looked to the lawyer likecosmetic, and handed it to the customer.
The look of ignorance concerning its use made the man smile.
"Sit down," he said; "it's evident you are a new hand at making up. Letme show you."
He did. Daubed the grease paint on the hair, on the brows, and thencombed them out.
When Loide looked in the glass again he started in astonishment.... Hepaid the man, thanked him, and withdrew.
The shop of a ready made clothier's caught his attention. He went in andbought a light colored cutaway coat and vest and soft cap--he had wornblack clothing and the regulation chimney pot hat for the last thirtyyears of his life.
At a hosier's he purchased a colored shirt with a turn down collar, anda colored bow.
His immaculate white shirt, stiff upstanding collar and stock, should bediscarded for the time being.
Later on, when he had donned this attire, he marveled at the change inhimself. He was confident that no living soul would be able to recognizehim.
And curiously enough, nature assisted him.
As he sat in the train to Liverpool, the loss of his upstanding collarand stock made his open neck an easy prey to the draft. When he set footon the deck of the steamer he had a sore throat and a cold, which madehis voice so raucous that no soul would have recognized in it the clear,distinct utterance of Mr. Loide, the lawyer.
His portmanteau on board, after satisfying the officer in charge of hisright to a berth, he at once took possession.
He was lying in his berth--apparently asleep--when the occupant of theother half of the cabin entered.
He was lying with his face to the wall, and only his red hair wasvisible. That and the smart colored cutaway suit, he felt, made him asmuch unlike the city lawyer as well could be. He did not fear Depew'srecognition.
Soon after the second man entered the cabin, the vessel started. Loideknew at what hour she was expected to arrive off her one and onlystopping place.
During the night, it was fair to assume that no officer of the shipwould come to the cabin, and during the night he would kill and rob theother man. In the early morning he would leave on the Queenstown tender.That was his scheme.
He kept in his bunk. By the electric light in the cabin his companionread for some time.
He could hear the rustling of the newspaper; he dared not look round.About midnight the paper was thrown down, and the listener heard thesounds of a man making ready for his berth.
And presently the electric button was turned, and the cabin was indarkness.
The lawyer's heart beat the faster then. So far all was going as well ashe could wish.
Darkness, and his victim recumbent, perhaps asleep. What could he wishfor more? Fortune was favoring him.
There were three hours now to wait before the reaching of Queenstown,and during those three hours the other man went to sleep.
Loide knew it, because he heard the sleeper's deep, heavy breathing,which bordered closely on snoring.
He handled his weapon, and dropped noiselessly to his stockinged feet.Paused--the same still, regular breathing.
He went to the door and noiselessly shot home the bolt. Paused--the samestill, regular breathing.
Then he prepared to stop that breathing forever.