A High Wind in Jamaica - Richard Hughes [79]
"Oh yes," said Emily dully, "we were captured by pirates, of course."
Both Edward and Laura had sat up at the word, stiff as spokes.
"Weren't you with them too, Miss Fernandez?" Mr. Mathias asked.
Miss Fernandez! Every one turned to see who he could mean. He was looking at Margaret.
"Me?" she said suddenly, as if waking up.
"Yes, you! Go on!" said her aunt.
"Say yes," prompted Edward. "You were with us, weren't you?"
"Yes," said Margaret, smiling.
"Then why couldn't you say so?" hectored Edward.
Mr. Mathias silently noted this curious treatment of the eldest: and Mrs. Thornton told Edward he mustn't speak like that.
"Tell us what you remember about the capture, will you?" he asked, still of Margaret.
"The what?"
"Of how the pirates captured the _Clorinda_."
She looked round nervously and laughed, but said nothing.
"The monkey was in the rigging, so they just came on the ship," Rachel volunteered.
"Did they--er--fight with the sailors? Did you see them hit anybody? Or threaten anybody?"
"Yes!" cried Edward, and jumped up from his chair, his eyes wide and inspired. "_Bing!_ _Bang!_ _Bong!_" he declared, thumping the seat at each word; then sat down again.
"They didn't," said Emily. "Don't be silly, Edward."
"Bing, bang, bong," he repeated, with less conviction.
"Bung!" contributed Harry to his support, from under the arm of the fanatical aunt.
"Bim-bam, bim-bam," sing-songed Laura, suddenly waking up and starting a tattoo of her own.
"Shut up!" cried Mr. Thornton. "Did you, or did you not, any of you, see them hit anybody?"
"Cut off their heads!" cried Edward. "And throw them in the sea!--Far, far. . ." his eyes became dreamy and sad.
"They didn't hit anybody," said Emily. "There wasn't any one to hit."
"Then where were all the sailors?" asked Mr. Mathias.
"They were all up the rigging," said Emily.
"I see," said Mr. Mathias. "Er--didn't you say the monkey was in the rigging?"
"He broke his neck," said Rachel. She wrinkled up her nose disgustedly: "He was drunk."
"His tail was rotted," explained Harry.
"Well," said Mr. Mathias, "when they came on board, what did they do?"
There was a general silence.
"Come, come! What did they do?--What did they do, Miss Fernandez?"
"I don't know."
"Emily?"
"_I_ don't know."
He sat back in despair: "But you saw them!"
"No we didn't," said Emily, "we went in the deckhouse."
"And stayed there?"
"We couldn't open the door."
"_Bang-bang-bang!_" Laura suddenly rapped out.
"Shut up!"
"And then, when they let you out?"
"We went on the schooner."
"Were you frightened?"
"What of?"
"Well: them."
"Who?"
"The pirates."
"Why should we?"
"They didn't do anything to frighten you?"
"To _frighten_ us?"
"Coo! José did belch!" Edward interjected merrily, and began giving an imitation. Mrs. Thornton chid him.
"Now," said Mr. Mathias gravely, "there's something I want you to tell me, Emily. When you were with the pirates, did they ever do anything you didn't like? You know what I mean, something _nasty?_"
"Yes!" cried Rachel, and every one turned to her. "He talked about drawers," she said in a shocked voice.
"What did he say?"
"He told us once not to toboggan down the deck on them," put in Emily uncomfortably.
"Was that all?"
"He shouldn't have talked about drawers," said Rachel.
"Don't _you_ talk about them, then," cried Edward: "Smarty!"
"Miss Fernandez," said the lawyer diffidently, "have you anything to add to that?"
"What?"
"Well. . . what we are talking about."
She looked from one person to another, but said nothing.
"I don't want to press you for details," he said gently, "but did they ever--well, make suggestions to you?"
Emily fixed her glowing eyes on Margaret, catching hers.
"It's no good questioning Margaret," said the Aunt morosely; "but it ought to be perfectly clear to you what has happened."
"Then I am afraid I must," said Mr. Mathias. "Another time, perhaps."
Mrs. Thornton had for some while been frowning and pursing her lips, to stop him.
"Another time would be much better," she said: