



Produced by David Widger




AT SUNWICH PORT
BY
W. W. JACOBS

Drawings by Will Owen




Contents


CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER XX

CHAPTER XXI

CHAPTER XXII

CHAPTER XXIII

CHAPTER XXIV

CHAPTER XXV




List of Illustrations


"His Perturbation Attracted the Attention of His Hostess."

"A Welcome Subject of Conversation in Marine Circles."

"The Suspense Became Painful."

"Captain Hardy Lit his Pipe Before Replying."

"Mr. Wilks Watched It from the Quay."

"Master Hardy on the Beach Enacting The Part of David."

"Mr. Wilks Replied That he Was Biding his Time."

"A Particularly Hard Nut to Crack."

"A Stool in the Local Bank."

"A Diversion Was Created by the Entrance of a New Arrival."

"He Stepped Across the Road to his Emporium."

"'Most Comfortable Shoulder in Sunwich,' She Murmured."

"The Most Astounding and Gratifying Instance of The Wonders Effected by Time Was That of Miss Nugent."

"Mr. Swann With Growing Astonishment Slowly Mastered The Contents."

"Fullalove Alley."

"She Caught Sight of Hardy."

"Undiluted Wisdom and Advice Flowed from his Lips."

"'What Do You Want?' Inquired Miss Kybird."

"He Regarded the Wife of his Bosom With a Calculating Glance."

"He Even Obtained Work Down at the Harbor."

"Miss Kybird Standing in the Doorway of The Shop."

"Me Or 'im--which is It to Be?"

"I Wonder What the Governor'll Say."

"A Spirit of Quiet Despair."

"A Return Visit."

"He Set off Towards the Life and Bustle of The Two Schooners."

"For the Second Time he Left The Court Without a Stain On His Character."

"The Proprietor Eyed Him With Furtive Glee As he Passed."

"Miss Nugent's Consternation Was Difficult Of Concealment."

"He Found his Remaining Guest Holding His Aching Head Beneath the Tap."

"Mr. Nathan Smith."

"It Was Not Until he Had Consumed a Pint Or Two of The Strongest Brew That he Began to Regain Some of his Old Self-esteem."

"The Man on the Other Side Fell On All Fours Into The Room."

"He Pushed Open the Small Lattice Window and Peered Out Into the Alley."

"Tapping the Steward on The Chest With a Confidential Finger, he Backed Him Into a Corner."

"He Finished up the Evening at The Chequers."

"The Meagre Figure of Mrs. Silk."

"In Search of Mr. Smith."

"I 'ave Heard of 'em Exploding."

"He Stepped to the Side and Looked Over."

"You Keep On, Nugent, Don't You Mind 'im."

"Hadn't You Better See About Making Yourself Presentable, Hardy?"

"It Was Not Without a Certain Amount of Satisfaction That He Regarded Her Discomfiture."

"Mr. Hardy Resigned Himself to his Fate."

"The Carefully Groomed and Fastidious Murchison."

"'Why Do You Wish to Be on Friendly Terms?' She Asked."

"He Said That a Bit O' Wedding-cake 'ad Blowed in His Eye."

"Mr. Wilks Drank to the Health of Both Of Them."

"A Popular Hero."

"He Met These Annoyances With a Set Face."

"'Can't You Let Her See That Her Attentions Are Undesirable?'"

"He Took a Glass from the Counter and Smashed It on The Floor."

"The Great Thing Was to Get Teddy Silk Home."

"Captain Nugent."

"Sniffing at Their Contents."

"'Puppy!' Said the Invalid."

"Bella, in a State of Fearsome Glee, Came Down the Garden To Tell the Captain of his Visitor."

"'Get out of My House,' he Roared.

"I Do Hope he Has Not Come to Take You Away from Me."

"Are You Goin' to Send Cap'n Nugent an Invite for The Wedding?"

"Are There Any Other of My Patients You Are Anxious To Hear About?"

"He Wondered, Gloomily, What She Would Think when She Heard of It."

"'Some People 'ave All the Luck,' he Muttered."

"If You've Got Anything to Say, Why Don't You Say It Like A Man?"

"Mrs. Kybird Suddenly Seized Him by the Coat."

"Mr. Kybird and his Old Friend Parted."

"He Took up his Candle and Went off Whistling."

"He Could Just Make out a Dim Figure Behind the Counter."

"'But Suppose She Asks Me To?' Said the Delighted Mr. Nugent, With Much Gravity."

"'You're a Deceiver,' She Gasped."

"'It Was Teddy Done It,' Said Mr. Kybird, Humbly."

"Pausing Occasionally to Answer Anxious Inquiries."

"She Placed Her Other Arm in That of Hardy."




CHAPTER I

The ancient port of Sunwich was basking in the sunshine of a July afternoon. A rattle of cranes and winches sounded from the shipping in the harbour, but the town itself was half asleep. Somnolent shopkeepers in dim back parlours coyly veiled their faces in red handkerchiefs from the too ardent flies, while small boys left in charge noticed listlessly the slow passing of time as recorded by the church clock.

It is a fine church, and Sunwich is proud of it. The tall grey tower is a landmark at sea, but from the narrow streets of the little town itself it has a disquieting appearance of rising suddenly above the roofs huddled beneath it for the purpose of displaying a black-faced clock with gilt numerals whose mellow chimes have recorded the passing hours for many generations of Sunwich men.

Regardless of the heat, which indeed was mild compared with that which raged in his own bosom, Captain Nugent, fresh from the inquiry of the collision of his ship Conqueror with the German barque Hans Muller, strode rapidly up the High Street in the direction of home. An honest seafaring smell, compounded of tar, rope, and fish, known to the educated of Sunwich as ozone, set his thoughts upon the sea. He longed to be aboard ship again, with the Court of Inquiry to form part of his crew. In all his fifty years of life he had never met such a collection of fools. His hard blue eyes blazed as he thought of them, and the mouth hidden by his well-kept beard was set with anger.

Mr. Samson Wilks, his steward, who had been with him to London to give evidence, had had a time upon which he looked back in later years with much satisfaction at his powers of endurance. He was with the captain, and yet not with him. When they got out of the train at Sunwich he hesitated as to whether he should follow the captain or leave him. His excuse for following was the bag, his reason for leaving the volcanic condition of its owner's temper, coupled with the fact that he appeared to be sublimely ignorant that the most devoted steward in the world was tagging faithfully along a yard or two in the rear.

The few passers-by glanced at the couple with interest. Mr. Wilks had what is called an expressive face, and he had worked his sandy eyebrows, his weak blue eyes, and large, tremulous mouth into such an expression of surprise at the finding of the Court, that he had all the appearance of a beholder of visions. He changed the bag to his other hand as they left the town behind them, and regarded with gratitude the approaching end of his labours.

At the garden-gate of a fair-sized house some half-mile along the road the captain stopped, and after an impatient fumbling at the latch strode up the path, followed by Mr. Wilks, and knocked at the door. As he paused on the step he half turned, and for the first time noticed the facial