“And you did, did you not?”
The old fellow leaned forward as if he had a further confidence to impart, and I saw his eyes welling.
“We did, sir, and I was honored to be present at St. James’s Palace on the occasion. Afterward, Lord Hawke himself came over to me, Alex in his arms. He bent down and looked me straight in the eye.
“‘Magnificently done, young Mr. Hornby,’ he said, and handed me a canvas packet, but my eyes were too blurry to know then what it was. Years later, I hung it there, on the wall there beside the hearth. D’you see it?”
I rose from my chair and went to inspect the item, glinting in the shadowy firelight.
“Yes, I see it, Mr. Hornby,” I said. I reached up and fingered the old leather strap, careful lest it crumble under my touch.
Lord Hawke’s gift that day to the young powder monkey, Martyn Hornby, once a shining treasure, was now a tarnished memory of glory hung by the hearthside. It was Lord Nelson’s spyglass.
“Go on, Mr. Tolliver, put it to your eye. That’s history there in your hands, sir!”
I lifted the glass from the nail where it hung, and that’s when it happened. The strap parted and the glass slipped from my fingers and smashed against the hearthstone. The lens popped into the air, spinning like a tossed shilling, and I reached out and snatched it.
“Sir!” I cried as I bent to retrieve the dented tube. “I’m dreadfully sorry!”
“No worry, Mr. Tolliver,” he replied kindly. “It’s seen far worse. Look closely, you can see Bill’s inscription there by the eyepiece.”
But something far more intriguing had fallen from the tube. A thin, yellow roll of parchment, tied with a black ribbon.
“Mr. Hornby,” I said, trying to control my emotions, “there appears to have been a message of some kind inside. Were you aware of it?”
“A message, sir?” he said, getting slowly to his feet. “Let’s have a look.”
I untied the ribbon with utmost care and spread the letter upon a table. We both looked down in utter disbelief. The letter was signed and dated by Napoleon himself! Here is what it said:
Captain Blood,
Make for Cadiz at once under a full press of sail. Once our fleets are united with Spain’s, England is ours! Surprise Nelson en route to Trafalgar and all will be over. Six centuries of shame and insult will be avenged. Lay on with a will! His Majesty counts as nothing the loss of his ships, provided they are lost with Glory…
N.
I said in a daze, “Astounding, sir. And proof of the tale!”
“Yes. Proof enough, I should think.”
We were both silent, staring down at the remarkable document.
“How much is the Globe’s prize then?” Hornby asked, puffing his pipe in a contemplative fashion.
“Seventy-five pounds, sir.”
“A goodly sum.”
I took a deep breath and said, “Mr. Hornby. There is one last piece of business I must discuss with you. Cecily and I—well, Cecily and I are to be married. Sorry. What I mean to say, sir, is that I’ve come here because I should very much like your permission to ask for your daughter Cecily’s hand in marriage!”
I was about to head upstairs in search of an empty bed, for I was sorely tired, when Hornby got to his feet.
“You’re a good man, Penn Tolliver. An honest soul. Cecily said as much in her letter. I told her I should like to find that out for myself. It was I who suggested you make this long journey in fact.”
“Well, sir, I don’t—”
“Take the Napoleon letter, lad, as your proof. You’ll win the prize, all right. It’s yours. I’ve always wondered these many years whether or not it was worth anything. Now I see that it is worth a great deal, indeed.”
“You knew of the letter?”
“Of course. It’s how Captain McIver and Hawke proved the existence of the plot to Lord Nelson himself!”
“But, Mr. Hornby, this letter is worth thousands of pounds! Ten thousand at least! Perhaps more! I cannot possibly accept it.”
He put the battered glass into my hands and closed my fingers around it.
“Take it, lad.”
“And, about Cecily, sir? I don’t mean to push, but—I do love her very much, sir, and I can only pray that in time you could come to accept me as someone who only has her best—”
“I’d be honored to have you in the family, Mr. Tolliver.”
The old man put his head back against the cushion and was fast asleep before I was halfway up the stairs, flying up them, a happy man, determined to get a bright and early start next morning.
After all, I was a young man with a future.
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Author Biography
Ted Bell is a native Floridian. He began his career in advertising as a copywriter at Doyle Dane Bernbach in New York. He has also worked in Chicago, where he was president of the Leo Burnett Company, and later served as vice chairman and worldwide creative director of Young & Rubicam in both London and New York. Ted is the New York Times bestselling author of action-adventure thrillers featuring the dashing British intelligence agent Alex Hawke, including Hawke, Warlord, Phantom and Warriors. Ted lives in Florida where he writes thrillers, reads and messes about in boats. Visit Ted at his website, tedbellbooks.com.
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ISBN-13: 9781488094583
The Powder Monkey
Copyright © 2006 By Ted Bell
First published as part of an anthology of works entitled Thriller in 2006.
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