<h2><SPAN name="Chapter_XL"></SPAN>Chapter XL</h2>
<h3>In which a most horrid spectre disturbs the equanimity of Mr Vanslyperken.</h3>
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<p>Two days was the cutter striving with light winds for the Texel,
during which Mr Vanslyperken kept himself altogether in his cabin.
He was occasionally haunted with the memory of the scene in his
mother's room.--Smallbones dead, and the stream of blood running
along the floor, and his mother's diabolical countenance, with the
hammer raised in her palsied hands; but he had an instigator to his
vengeance beside him, which appeared to relieve his mind whenever
it was oppressed; it was the stump of Snarleyyow, and when he
looked at that he no longer regretted, but congratulated himself on
the deed being done. His time was fully occupied during the day,
for with locked doors he was transcribing the letters sent to
Ramsay, and confided to him.</p>
<p>He was not content with taking extracts, as he did of the
government despatches for Ramsay; he copied every word, and he
replaced the seals with great dexterity. At night his mind was
troubled, and he dare not lie himself down to rest until he had
fortified himself with several glasses of scheedam; even then his
dreams frightened him; but he was to be more frightened yet.</p>
<p>Corporal Van Spitter came into the cabin on the third morning
with a very anxious face.--"Mein Gott! Mynheer Vanslyperken, de
whole crew be in de mutinys."</p>
<p>"Mutiny!" exclaimed Vanslyperken, "what's the matter?"</p>
<p>"They say, sir, dat dey see de ghost of Smallbones last night on
de bowsprit, with one great cut on his head, and de blood all over
de face."</p>
<p>"Saw what? who saw him?"</p>
<p>"Mein Gott, mynheer! it all true, I really think I see it myself
at de taffrail, he sit there and have great wound from here down
to," said the corporal, pointing to his own head, and describing
the wound exactly. "The people say that he must have been murdered,
and dey kick up de mutiny."</p>
<p>"I did not do it, corporal, at all events," replied
Vanslyperken, pale and trembling.</p>
<p>"So Smallbones tell Dick Short, when he speak to him on
bowsprit."</p>
<p>"Did it speak to Short?" inquired Vanslyperken, catching the
corporal's arm.</p>
<p>"Yes, mynheer; Mynheer Short speak first, and den the ghost say
dat you not do it, but dat you give gold to old woman to do it, and
she knock him brain out vid de hammer."</p>
<p>To portray Vanslyperken's dismay at this intelligence would be
impossible. He could not but be certain that there had been a
supernatural communication. His knees knocked and trembled, and he
turned sick and faint.</p>
<p>"O Lord, O Lord! corporal, I am a great sinner," cried he at
last, quite unaware of what he was saying. "Some water, corporal."
Corporal Van Spitter handed some water, and Vanslyperken waved his
hand to be left alone; and Mr Vanslyperken attempted to pray, but
it ended in blaspheming.</p>
<p>"It's a lie, all a lie," exclaimed he, at last, pouring out a
tumbler of scheedam. "They have frightened the corporal.
But--no--he must have seen him, or how could they know how he was
murdered. He must have told them; and him I saw dead and stiff,
with these own eyes. Well, I did not do the deed," continued
Vanslyperken, attempting to palliate his crime to himself; but it
would not do, and Mr Vanslyperken paced the little cabin racked by
fear and guilt.</p>
<p>Remorse he felt none, for there was before his eyes the unhealed
stump of Snarleyyow. In the evening Mr Vanslyperken went on deck;
the weather was now very warm, for it was the beginning of July;
and Mr Vanslyperken, followed by Snarleyyow, was in a deep reverie,
and he turned and turned again.</p>
<p>The sun had set, and Mr Vanslyperken still continued his walk,
but his steps were agitated and uneven, and his face was haggard.
It was rather the rapid and angry pacing of a tiger in his den, who
has just been captured, than that of a person in deep
contemplation. Still Mr Vanslyperken continued to tread the deck,
and it was quite light with a bright and pale moon.</p>
<p>The men were standing here and there about the forecastle and
near the booms in silence and speaking in low whispers, and
Vanslyperken's eye was often directed towards them, for he had not
forgotten the report of the corporal, that they were in a state of
mutiny.</p>
<p>Of a sudden, Mr Vanslyperken was roused by a loud cry from
forward, and a rush of all the men aft. He thought that the crew
had risen, and that they were about to seize him, but, on the
contrary, they passed him and hastened to the taffrail with
exclamations of horror.</p>
<p>"What! what is it?" exclaimed Vanslyperken, fully prepared for
the reply by his own fears.</p>
<p>"O Lord! have mercy upon us," cried Bill Spurey.</p>
<p>"Good God, deliver us!" exclaimed another.</p>
<p>"Ah, Mein Gott!" screamed Jansen, rushing against Vanslyperken
and knocking him down on the deck.</p>
<p>"Well, well, murder will out!--that's sartain," said Coble, who
stood by Vanslyperken when he had recovered his legs.</p>
<p>"What, what!" exclaimed Vanslyperken, breathless.</p>
<p>"There, sir,--look there," said Coble, breathless, pointing to
the figure of Smallbones, who now appeared from the shade in the
broad moonshine.</p>
<p>His head was not bound up, and his face appeared pale and
streaked with blood. He was in the same clothes in which he had
gone on shore, and in his hand he held the hammer which had done
the deed.</p>
<p>The figure slowly advanced to the quarter-deck, Vanslyperken
attempted to retreat, but his legs failed him, he dropped down on
his knees, uttered a loud yell of despair, and then threw himself
flat on the deck face downwards.</p>
<p>Certainly, the pantomime was inimitably got up, but it had all
been arranged by Moggy, the corporal, and the others. There was not
one man of the crew who had not been sworn to secrecy, and whose
life would not have been endangered if, by undeceiving
Vanslyperken, they had been deprived of such just and legitimate
revenges.</p>
<p>Smallbones disappeared as soon as Vanslyperken had fallen
down.</p>
<p>He was allowed to remain there for some time to ascertain if he
would say anything, but as he still continued silent, they raised
him up and found that he was insensible. He was consequently taken
down into the cabin and put into his bed.</p>
<p>The effect produced by this trial of Mr Vanslyperken's nerves,
was most serious. Already too much heated with the use of ardent
spirits, it brought on convulsions, in which he continued during
the major part of the night. Towards the morning, he sank into a
perturbed slumber.</p>
<p>It was not till eleven o'clock in the forenoon that he awoke and
perceived his <i>faithful</i> corporal standing by the side of the
bed.</p>
<p>"Have I not been ill, corporal?" said Mr Vanslyperken, whose
memory was impaired for the time.</p>
<p>"Mein Gott! yes, mynheer."</p>
<p>"There was something happened, was not there?"</p>
<p>"Mein Gott! yes, mynheer."</p>
<p>"I've had a fit; have I not?"</p>
<p>"Mein Gott! yes, mynheer."</p>
<p>"My head swims now; what was it, corporal?"</p>
<p>"It was de ghost of de poy," replied the corporal.</p>
<p>"Yes, yes," replied Vanslyperken, falling back on his
pillow.</p>
<p>It had been intended by the conspirators, that Smallbones should
make his appearance in the cabin, as the bell struck one o'clock;
but the effect had already been so serious that it was thought
advisable to defer any further attempts. As for Smallbones being
concealed in the vessel for any length of time there was no
difficulty in that; for allowing that Vanslyperken should go
forward on the lower deck of the vessel, which he never did,
Smallbones had only to retreat into the eyes of her, and it was
there so dark that he could not be seen. They therefore regulated
their conduct much in the same way as the members of the
inquisition used to do in former days; they allowed their patient
to recover, that he might be subjected to more torture.</p>
<p>It was not until the fourth day, that the cutter arrived at the
port of Amsterdam, and Mr Vanslyperken had kept his bed ever since
he had been put into it; but this he could do no longer, he rose
weak and emaciated, dressed himself, and went on shore with the
despatches which he first delivered, and then bent his steps to the
syndic's house, where he delivered his letters to Ramsay.</p>
<p>The arrival of the cutter had been duly notified to the widow
Vandersloosh, before she had dropped her anchor, and in pursuance
with her resolution she immediately despatched Babette to track Mr
Vanslyperken, and watch his motions. Babette took care not to be
seen by Mr Vanslyperken, but shrouding herself close in her cotton
print cloak, she followed him to the Stadt House, and from the
Stadt House to the mansion of Mynheer Van Krause, at a short
distance from the gates of which she remained till he came out.
Wishing to ascertain whether he went to any other place, she did
not discover herself until she perceived that he was proceeding to
the widow's--she then quickened her pace so as to come up with
him.</p>
<p>"Oh! Mynheer Vanslyperken, is this you? I heard you had come in
and so did my mistress, and she has been expecting you this last
half-hour."</p>
<p>"I have made all the haste I can, Babette. But I was obliged to
deliver my despatches first," replied Vanslyperken.</p>
<p>"But I thought you always took your despatches to the Stadt
House?"</p>
<p>"Well, so I do, Babette; I have just come from thence."</p>
<p>This was enough for Babette, it proved that his visit to the
syndic's was intended to be concealed; she was too prudent to let
him know that she had traced him.</p>
<p>"Why, Mr Vanslyperken, you look very ill. What has been the
matter with you? My mistress will be quite frightened."</p>
<p>"I have not been well, Babette," replied Vanslyperken.</p>
<p>"I really must run home as fast as I can. I will tell my
mistress you have been unwell, for otherwise she will be in such a
quandary;" and Babette hastened ahead of Mr Vanslyperken, who was
in too weak a state to walk fast.</p>
<p>"The syndic's house--heh!"--said the widow, "Mynheer Van Krause.
Why he is thorough king's man, by all report," continued she. "I
don't understand it. But there is no trusting any man
now-a-days.</p>
<p>"Babette, you must go there by-and-bye and see if you can find
out whether that person he brought over, and he called a king's
messenger, is living at the syndic's house. I think he must be, or
why would Vanslyperken go there? and if he is, there's treason
going on--that's all! and I'll find it out, or my name is not
Vandersloosh."</p>
<p>Shortly after, Mr Vanslyperken arrived at the house and was
received with the usual treacherous cordiality; but he had not
remained more than an hour when Coble came to him (having been
despatched by Short), to inform Mr Vanslyperken that a frigate was
coming in with the royal standard at the main, indicating that King
William was on board of her.</p>
<p>This intelligence obliged Mr Vanslyperken to hasten on board, as
it was necessary to salute, and also to pay his respects on board
of the frigate.</p>
<p>The frigate was within a mile when Mr Vanslyperken arrived on
board of the cutter, and when the batteries saluted, the cutter did
the same. Shortly afterwards the frigate dropped her anchor and
returned the salute. Mr Vanslyperken, attired in his full uniform,
ordered his boat to be manned and pulled on board.</p>
<p>On his arrival on the quarter-deck Vanslyperken was received by
the captain of the frigate, and then presented to King William of
Nassau, who was standing on the other side of the deck, attended by
the Duke of Portland, Lord Albemarle, and several others of his
courtiers, not all of them quite as faithful as the two whom we
have named.</p>
<p>When Mr Vanslyperken was brought forward to the presence of his
Majesty, he trembled almost as much as when he had beheld the
supposed spirit of Smallbones, and well he might, for his
conscience told him as he bowed his knee that he was a traitor. His
agitation was, however, ascribed to his being daunted by the
unusual presence of royalty. And Albemarle, as Vanslyperken
retreated with a cold sweat on his forehead, observed to the king
with a smile,</p>
<p>"That worthy lieutenant would show a little more courage, I
doubt not, your Majesty, if he were in the presence of your
enemies."</p>
<p>"It is to be hoped so," replied the king, with a smile. "I agree
with you, Keppel."</p>
<p>But his Majesty and Lord Albemarle did not know Mr Vanslyperken,
as the reader will acknowledge.</p>
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