Produced by David Widger.
*SHORT CRUISES*
_By_
W. W. JACOBS
1906
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CONTENTS
ILLUSTRATIONS THE CHANGELING MIXED RELATIONS HIS LORDSHIP ALF'S DREAM A DISTANT RELATIVE THE TEST IN THE FAMILY A LOVE-KNOT THE DREAMER ANGELS' VISITS
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ILLUSTRATIONS
And What About My Voice
George! She Exclaimed, Sharply
He Struck a Match
Taking his Dazed Friend by the Arm
Soft Brown Eyes
The Mate Smiled Too
Sarcasm They Did Try
I Wish You Both Every Happiness
His Lordship
She's Got Your Eyes
I Like Fools Better Than Lords
Alf's Dream
How Well he Was Filling out
A Distant Relative
Received a Gracious Reception
An Air of Substance to his Waistcoat
The Test
And We Don't Want You Following Us About
I Tell You he Can't Swim
In the Family
You Leave Go O' My Lodger
Slammed the Door in Bob Pretty's Face
A Love-knot
On the Third Morning
I Had Forgotten It Was There
The Dreamer
Why Didn't You Tell Me, then
Break It to 'er Gentle Like
Angel's Visits
He Astonished Mrs. Jobling Next Day
Choice of at Least a Hundred Plans
THE CHANGELING
MR. GEORGE HENSHAW let himself in at the front door, and stood for sometime wiping his boots on the mat The little house was ominously still,and a faint feeling, only partially due to the lapse of time sincebreakfast, manifested itself behind his waistcoat. He coughed--amatter-of-fact cough--and, with an attempt to hum a tune, hung his haton the peg and entered the kitchen.
Mrs. Henshaw had just finished dinner. The neatly cleaned bone of a chopwas on a plate by her side; a small dish which had contained arice-pudding was empty; and the only food left on the table was a smallrind of cheese and a piece of stale bread. Mr. Henshaw's face fell, buthe drew his chair up to the table and waited.
His wife regarded him with a fixed and offensive stare. Her face was redand her eyes were blazing. It was hard to ignore her gaze; harder stillto meet it. Mr. Henshaw, steering a middle course, allowed his eyes towander round the room and to dwell, for the fraction of a second, on herangry face.
"You've had dinner early?" he said at last, in a trembling voice.
"Have I?" was the reply.
Mr. Henshaw sought for a comforting explanation. "Clock's fast," hesaid, rising and adjusting it.
His wife rose almost at the same moment, and with slow deliberatemovements began to clear the table.
"What--what about dinner?" said Mr. Henshaw, still trying to control hisfears.
"Dinner!" repeated Mrs. Henshaw, in a terrible voice. "You go and tellthat creature you were on the 'bus with to get your dinner."
Mr. Henshaw made a gesture of despair. "I tell you," he saidemphatically, "it wasn't me. I told you so last night. You get an ideain your head and--"
"That'll do," said his wife, sharply. "I saw you, George Henshaw, asplain as I see you now. You were tickling her ear with a bit o' straw,and that good-for-nothing friend of yours, Ted Stokes, was sittingbehind with another beauty. Nice way o' going on, and me at 'ome allalone by myself, slaving and slaving to keep things respectable!"
"It wasn't me," reiterated the unfortunate.
"When I called out to you," pursued the unheeding Mrs. Henshaw, "youstarted and pulled your hat over your eyes and turned away. I shouldhave caught you if it hadn't been for all them carts in the way andfalling down. I can't understand now how it was I wasn't killed; I was amask of mud from head to foot."
Despite his utmost efforts to prevent it, a faint smile flitted acrossthe pallid features of Mr. Henshaw.
"Yes, you may laugh," stormed his wife, "and I've no doubt them twobeauties laughed too. I'll take care you don't have much more to laughat, my man."
She flung out of the room and began to wash up the crockery. Mr.Henshaw, after standing irresolute for some time with his hands in hispockets, put on his hat again and left the house.
He dined badly at a small eating-house, and returned home at six o'clockthat evening to find his wife out and the cupboard empty. He went backto the same restaurant for tea, and after a gloomy meal went round todiscuss the situation with Ted Stokes. That gentleman's suggestion of adouble alibi he thrust aside with disdain and a stern appeal to talksense.
"Mind, if my wife speaks to you about it," he said, warningly, "itwasn't me, but somebody like me. You might say he 'ad been mistook forme before."
Mr. Stokes grinned and, meeting a freezing glance from his friend, atonce became serious again.
"Why not say it was you?" he said stoutly. "There's no harm in going fora 'bus-ride with a friend and a couple o' ladies."
"O' course there ain't," said the other, hotly, "else I shouldn't ha'done it. But you know what my wife is."
Mr. Stokes, who was by no means a favorite of the lady in question,nodded. "You were a bit larky, too," he said thoughtfully. "You 'adquite a little slapping game after you pretended to steal her brooch."
"I s'pose when a gentleman's with a lady he 'as got to make 'imselfpleasant?" said Mr. Henshaw, with dignity. "Now, if my missis speaks toyou about it, you say that it wasn't me, but a friend of yours up fromthe country who is as like me as two peas. See?"
"Name o' Dodd," said Mr. Stokes, with a knowing nod. "Tommy Dodd."
"I'm not playing the giddy goat," said the other, bitterly, "and I'dthank you not to."
"All right," said Mr. Stokes, somewhat taken aback. "Any name you like;I don't mind."
Mr. Henshaw pondered. "Any sensible name'll do," he said, stiffly.
"Bell?" suggested Mr. Stokes. "Alfred Bell? I did know a man o' thatname once. He tried to borrow a bob off of me."
"That'll do," said his friend, after some consideration; "but mind youstick to the same name. And you'd better make up something abouthim--where he lives, and all that sort of thing--so that you can standbeing questioned without looking more like a silly fool than you canhelp."
"I'll do what I can for you," said Mr. Stokes, "but I don't s'pose yourmissis'll come to me at all. She saw you plain enough."
They walked on in silence and, still deep in thought over the matter,turned into a neighboring tavern for refreshment. Mr. Henshaw drank hiswith the air of a man performing a duty to his constitution; but Mr.Stokes, smacking his lips, waxed eloquent over the brew.
"I hardly know what I'm drinking," said his friend, forlornly. "Isuppose it's four-half, because that's what I asked for."
Mr. Stokes gazed at him in deep sympathy. "It can't be so bad as that,"he said, with concern.
"You wait till you're married," said Mr. Henshaw, brusquely. "You'd nobusiness to ask me to go with you, and I was a good-natured fool to doit."
"You stick to your tale and it'll be all right," said the other. "Tellher that you spoke to me about it, and that his name is Alfred Bell--B Edouble L--and that he lives in--in Ireland. Here! I say!"
"Well," said Mr. Henshaw, shaking off the hand which the other had laidon his arm.
"You--yo
u be Alfred Bell," said Mr. Stokes, breathlessly.
Mr. Henshaw started and eyed him nervously. His friend's eyes werebright and, he fancied, a bit wild.
"Be Alfred Bell," repeated Mr. Stokes. "Don't you see? Pretend to beAlfred Bell and go with me to your missis. I'll lend you a suit o'clothes and a fresh neck-tie, and there you are."
"What?" roared the astounded Mr. Henshaw.
"It's as easy as easy," declared the other. "Tomorrow evening, in a newrig-out, I walks you up to your house and asks for you to show you toyourself. Of course, I'm sorry you ain't in, and perhaps we walks in towait for you."
"Show me to myself?" gasped Mr. Henshaw.
Mr. Stokes winked. "On account o' the surprising likeness," he said,smiling. "It is surprising, ain't it? Fancy the two of us sitting thereand talking to her and waiting for you to come in and wondering what'smaking you so late!"
Mr. Henshaw regarded him steadfastly for some seconds, and then, takinga firm hold of his mug, slowly drained the contents.
"And what about my voice?" he demanded, with something approaching asneer.
"That's right," said Mr. Stokes, hotly; "it wouldn't be you if youdidn't try to make difficulties."
"But what about it?" said Mr. Henshaw, obstinately.
"You can alter it, can't you?" said the other.
They were alone in the bar, and Mr. Henshaw, after some persuasion, wasinduced to try a few experiments. He ranged from bass, which hurt histhroat, to a falsetto which put Mr. Stokes's teeth on edge, but in vain.The rehearsal was stopped at last by the landlord, who, having twicecome into the bar under the impression that fresh customers had entered,spoke his mind at some length. "Seem to think you're in a blessedmonkey-house," he concluded, severely.
"We thought we was," said Mr. Stokes, with a long appraising sniff, ashe opened the door. "It's a mistake anybody might make."
He pushed Mr. Henshaw into the street as the landlord placed a hand onthe flap of the bar, and followed him out.
"You'll have to 'ave a bad cold and talk in 'usky whispers," he saidslowly, as they walked along. "You caught a cold travelling in the trainfrom Ireland day before yesterday, and you made it worse going for aride on the outside of a 'bus with me and a couple o' ladies. See? Try'usky whispers now."
Mr. Henshaw tried, and his friend, observing that he was taking but alanguid interest in the scheme, was loud in his praises. "I should never'ave known you," he declared. "Why, it's wonderful! Why didn't you tellme you could act like that?"
Mr. Henshaw remarked modestly that he had not been aware of it himself,and, taking a more hopeful view of the situation, whispered himself intosuch a state of hoarseness that another visit for refreshment becameabsolutely necessary.
"Keep your 'art up and practise," said Mr. Stokes, as he shook handswith him some time later. "And If you can manage it, get off at fouro'clock to-morrow and we'll go round to see her while she thinks you'restill at work."
Mr. Henshaw complimented him upon his artfulness, and, with someconfidence in a man of such resource, walked home in a more cheerfulframe of mind. His heart sank as he reached the house, but to his reliefthe lights were out and his wife was in bed.
He was up early next morning, but his wife showed no signs of rising.The cupboard was still empty, and for some time he moved about hungryand undecided. Finally he mounted the stairs again, and with a view toarranging matters for the evening remonstrated with her upon herbehavior and loudly announced his intention of not coming home until shewas in a better frame of mind. From a disciplinary point of view theeffect of the remonstrance was somewhat lost by being shouted throughthe closed door, and he also broke off too abruptly when Mrs. Henshawopened it suddenly and confronted him. Fragments of the perorationreached her through the front door.
Despite the fact that he left two hours earlier, the day passed butslowly, and he was in a very despondent state of mind by the time hereached Mr. Stokes's lodging. The latter, however, had cheerfulnessenough for both, and, after helping his visitor to change into freshclothes and part his hair in the middle instead of at the side, surveyedhim with grinning satisfaction. Under his directions Mr. Henshaw alsodarkened his eyebrows and beard with a little burnt cork until Mr.Stokes declared that his own mother wouldn't know him.
"Now, be careful," said Mr. Stokes, as they set off. "Be bright andcheerful; be a sort o' ladies' man to her, same as she saw you with theone on the 'bus. Be as unlike yourself as you can, and don't forgetyourself and call her by 'er pet name."
"Pet name!" said Mr. Henshaw, indignantly. "Pet name! You'll alter yourideas of married life when you're caught, my lad, I can tell you!"
He walked on in scornful silence, lagging farther and farther behind asthey neared his house. When Mr. Stokes knocked at the door he stoodmodestly aside with his back against the wall of the next house.
"Is George in?" inquired Mr. Stokes, carelessly, as Mrs. Henshaw openedthe door.
"No," was the reply.
Mr. Stokes affected to ponder; Mr. Henshaw instinctively edged away.
"He ain't in," said Mrs. Henshaw, preparing to close the door.
"I wanted to see him partikler," said Mr. Stokes, slowly. "I brought afriend o' mine, name o' Alfred Bell, up here on purpose to see 'im."
Mrs. Henshaw, following the direction of his eyes, put her head roundthe door.
"George!" she exclaimed, sharply.
Mr. Stokes smiled. "That ain't George," he said, gleefully; "That's myfriend, Mr. Alfred Bell. Ain't it a extraordinary likeness? Ain't itwonderful? That's why I brought 'im up; I wanted George to see 'im."
Mrs. Henshaw looked from one to the other in wrathful bewilderment.
"His living image, ain't he?" said Mr. Stokes. "This is my pal George'smissis," he added, turning to Mr. Bell.
"Good afternoon to you," said that gentleman, huskily.
"He got a bad cold coming from Ireland," explained Mr. Stokes, "and,foolish-like, he went outside a 'bus with me the other night and made itworse."
"Oh-h!" said Mrs. Henshaw, slowly. "Indeed! Really!"
"He's quite curious to see George," said Mr. Stokes. "In fact, he wasgoing back to Ireland tonight if it 'adn't been for that. He's waitingtill to-morrow just to see George."
Mr. Bell, in a voice huskier than ever, said that he had altered hismind again.
"Nonsense!" said Mr. Stokes, sternly. "Besides, George would like to seeyou. I s'pose he won't be long?" he added, turning to Mrs. Henshaw, whowas regarding Mr. Bell much as a hungry cat regards a plump sparrow.
"I don't suppose so," she said, slowly.
"I dare say if we wait a little while--" began Mr. Stokes, ignoring afrantic glance from Mr. Henshaw.
"Come in," said Mrs. Henshaw, suddenly.
Mr. Stokes entered and, finding that his friend hung back, went outagain and half led, half pushed him indoors. Mr. Bell's shyness heattributed to his having lived so long in Ireland.
"He is quite the ladies' man, though," he said, artfully, as theyfollowed their hostess into the front room. "You should ha' seen 'im theother night on the 'bus. We had a couple o' lady friends o' mine withus, and even the conductor was surprised at his goings on."
Mr. Bell, by no means easy as to the results of the experiment, scowledat him despairingly.
"Carrying on, was he?" said Mrs. Henshaw, regarding the culpritsteadily.
"Carrying on like one o'clock," said the imaginative Mr. Stokes. "Calledone of 'em 'is little wife, and asked her where 'er wedding-ring was."
"I didn't," said Mr. Bell, in a suffocating voice. "I didn't."
"There's nothing to be ashamed of," said Mr. Stokes, virtuously. "Only,as I said to you at the time, 'Alfred,' I says, 'it's all right for youas a single man, but you might be the twin-brother of a pal o'mine--George Henshaw by name--and if some people was to see you theymight think it was 'im Didn't I say that?"
"You did," said Mr. Bell, helplessly.
"And he wouldn't believe me," said Mr. Stokes, turning to Mrs. Henshaw."That'
s why I brought him round to see George."
"I should like to see the two of 'em together myself," said Mrs.Henshaw, quietly. "I should have taken him for my husband anywhere."
"You wouldn't if you'd seen 'im last night," said Mr. Stokes, shakinghis head and smiling.
"Carrying on again, was he?" inquired Mrs. Henshaw, quickly.
"No!" said Mr. Bell, in a stentorian whisper.
His glance was so fierce that Mr. Stokes almost quailed. "I won't telltales out of school," he said, nodding.
"Not if I ask you to?" said Mrs. Henshaw, with a winning smile.
"Ask 'im," said Mr. Stokes.
"Last night," said the whisperer, hastily, "I went for a quiet walkround Victoria Park all by myself. Then I met Mr. Stokes, and we had onehalf-pint together at a public-house. That's all."
Mrs. Henshaw looked at Mr. Stokes. Mr. Stokes winked at her.
"It's as true as my name is--Alfred Bell," said that gentleman, withslight but natural hesitation.
"Have it your own way," said Mr. Stokes, somewhat perturbed at Mr.Bell's refusal to live up to the character he had arranged for him.
"I wish my husband spent his evenings in the same quiet way," said Mrs.Henshaw, shaking her head.
"Don't he?" said Mr. Stokes. "Why, he always seems quiet enough to me.Too quiet, I should say. Why, I never knew a quieter man. I chaff 'imabout it sometimes."
"That's his artfulness," said Mrs. Henshaw.
"Always in a hurry to get 'ome," pursued the benevolent Mr. Stokes.
"He may say so to you to get away from you," said Mrs. Henshaw,thoughtfully. "He does say you're hard to shake off sometimes."
Mr. Stokes sat stiffly upright and threw a fierce glance in thedirection of Mr. Henshaw.
"Pity he didn't tell me," he said bitterly. "I ain't one to force mycompany where it ain't wanted."
"I've said to him sometimes," continued Mrs. Henshaw, "'Why don't youtell Ted Stokes plain that you don't like his company?' but he won't.That ain't his way. He'd sooner talk of you behind your back."
"What does he say?" inquired Mr. Stokes, coldly ignoring a franticheadshake on the part of his friend.
"Promise me you won't tell him if I tell you," said Mrs. Henshaw.
Mr. Stokes promised.
"I don't know that I ought to tell you," said Mrs. Henshaw, reluctantly,"but I get so sick and tired of him coming home and grumbling aboutyou."
"Go on," said the waiting Stokes.
Mrs. Henshaw stole a glance at him. "He says you act as if you thoughtyourself everybody," she said, softly, "and your everlasting clack,clack, clack, worries him to death."
"Go on," said the listener, grimly.
"And he says it's so much trouble to get you to pay for your share ofthe drinks that he'd sooner pay himself and have done with it."
Mr. Stokes sprang from his chair and, with clenched fists, stood angrilyregarding the horrified Mr. Bell. He composed himself by an effort andresumed his seat.
"Anything else?" he inquired.
"Heaps and heaps of things," said Mrs. Henshaw; "but I don't want tomake bad blood between you."
"Don't mind me," said Mr. Stokes, glancing bale-fully over at hisagitated friend. "P'raps I'll tell you some things about him some day."
"It would be only fair," said Mrs. Henshaw, quickly. "Tell me now; Idon't mind Mr. Bell hearing; not a bit."
Mr. Bell spoke up for himself. "I don't want to hear family secrets," hewhispered, with an imploring glance at the vindictive Mr. Stokes. "Itwouldn't be right."
"Well, I don't want to say things behind a man's back," said the latter,recovering himself. "Let's wait till George comes in, and I'll say 'embefore his face."
Mrs. Henshaw, biting her lip with annoyance, argued with him, but invain. Mr. Stokes was firm, and, with a glance at the clock, said thatGeorge would be in soon and he would wait till he came.
Conversation flagged despite the efforts of Mrs. Henshaw to draw Mr.Bell out on the subject of Ireland. At an early stage of the catechismhe lost his voice entirely, and thereafter sat silent while Mrs. Henshawdiscussed the most intimate affairs of her husband's family with Mr.Stokes. She was in the middle of an anecdote about her mother-in-lawwhen Mr. Bell rose and, with some difficulty, intimated his desire todepart.
"What, without seeing George?" said Mrs. Henshaw. "He can't be long now,and I should like to see you together."
"P'r'aps we shall meet him," said Mr. Stokes, who was getting rathertired of the affair. "Good night."
He led the way to the door and, followed by the eager Mr. Bell, passedout into the street. The knowledge that Mrs. Henshaw was watching himfrom the door kept him silent until they had turned the corner, andthen, turning fiercely on Mr. Henshaw, he demanded to know what he meantby it.
"I've done with you," he said, waving aside the other's denials. "I'vegot you out of this mess, and now I've done with you. It's no goodtalking, because I don't want to hear it."
"Good-by, then," said Mr. Henshaw, with unexpected hauteur, as he cameto a standstill.
"I'll 'ave my trousers first, though," said Mr. Stokes, coldly, "andthen you can go, and welcome."
"It's my opinion she recognized me, and said all that just to try us,"said the other, gloomily.
Mr. Stokes scorned to reply, and reaching his lodging stood by insilence while the other changed his clothes. He refused Mr. Henshaw'shand with a gesture he had once seen on the stage, and, showing himdownstairs, closed the door behind him with a bang.
Left to himself, the small remnants of Mr. Henshaw's couragedisappeared. He wandered forlornly up and down the streets until pastten o'clock, and then, cold and dispirited, set off in the direction ofhome. At the corner of the street he pulled himself together by a greateffort, and walking rapidly to his house put the key in the lock andturned it.
The door was fast and the lights were out. He knocked, at first lightly,but gradually increasing in loudness. At the fourth knock a lightappeared in the room above, the window was raised, and Mrs. Henshawleaned out.
"Mr. Bell!" she said, in tones of severe surprise.
"Bell?" said her husband, in a more surprised voice still. "It's me,Polly."
"Go away at once, sir!" said Mrs. Henshaw, indignantly. "How dare youcall me by my Christian name? I'm surprised at you!"
"It's me, I tell you--George!" said her husband, desperately. "What doyou mean by calling me Bell?"
"If you're Mr. Bell, as I suppose, you know well enough," said Mrs.Henshaw, leaning out and regarding him fixedly; "and if you're Georgeyou don't."
"I'm George," said Mr. Henshaw, hastily.
"I'm sure I don't know what to make of it," said Mrs. Henshaw, with abewildered air. "Ted Stokes brought round a man named Bell thisafternoon so like you that I can't tell the difference. I don't knowwhat to do, but I do know this--I don't let you in until I have seen youboth together, so that I can tell which is which."
"Both together!" exclaimed the startled Mr. Henshaw. "Here--look here!"
He struck a match and, holding it before his face, looked up at thewindow. Mrs. Henshaw scrutinized him gravely.
"It's no good," she said, despairingly. "I can't tell. I must see youboth together."
Mr. Henshaw ground his teeth. "But where is he?" he inquired.
"He went off with Ted Stokes," said his wife. "If you're George you'dbetter go and ask him."
She prepared to close the window, but Mr. Henshaw's voice arrested her.
"And suppose he is not there?" he said.
Mrs. Henshaw reflected. "If he is not there bring Ted Stokes back withyou," she said at last, "and if he says you're George, I'll let you in."
The window closed and the light disappeared. Mr. Henshaw waited for sometime, but in vain, and, with a very clear idea of the reception he wouldmeet with at the hands of Mr. Stokes, set off to his lodging.
If anything, he had underestimated his friend's powers. Mr. Stokes,rudely disturbed just as he had got into bed, was the incarnation ofwrath. He was
violent, bitter, and insulting in a breath, but Mr.Henshaw was desperate, and Mr. Stokes, after vowing over and over againthat nothing should induce him to accompany him back to his house, wasat last so moved by his entreaties that he went upstairs and equippedhimself for the journey.
"And, mind, after this I never want to see your face again," he said, asthey walked swiftly back.
Mr. Henshaw made no reply. The events of the day had almost exhaustedhim, and silence was maintained until they reached the house. Much tohis relief he heard somebody moving about upstairs after the first knockand in a very short time the window was gently raised and Mrs. Henshawlooked out.
"What, you've come back?" she said, in a low, intense voice. "Well, ofall the impudence! How dare you carry on like this?"
"It's me," said her husband.
"Yes, I see it is," was the reply.
"It's him right enough; it's your husband," said Mr. Stokes. "AlfredBell has gone."
"How dare you stand there and tell me them falsehoods!" exclaimed Mrs.Henshaw. "I wonder the ground don't open and swallow you up. It's Mr.Bell, and if he don't go away I'll call the police."
Messrs. Henshaw and Stokes, amazed at their reception, stood blinking upat her. Then they conferred in whispers.
"If you can't tell 'em apart, how do you know this is Mr. Bell?"inquired Mr. Stokes, turning to the window again.
"How do I know?" repeated Mrs. Henshaw. "How do I know? Why, because myhusband came home almost directly Mr. Bell had gone. I wonder he didn'tmeet him."
"Came home?" cried Mr. Henshaw, shrilly. "Came home?"
"Yes; and don't make so much noise," said Mrs. Henshaw, tartly; "he'sasleep."
The two gentlemen turned and gazed at each other in stupefaction. Mr.Stokes was the first to recover, and, taking his dazed friend by thearm, led him gently away. At the end of the street he took a deepbreath, and, after a slight pause to collect his scattered energies,summed up the situation.
"She's twigged it all along," he said, with conviction. "You'll have tocome home with me tonight, and to-morrow the best thing you can do is tomake a clean breast of it. It was a silly game, and, if you remember, Iwas against it from the first."
MIXED RELATIONS