leader's identity. Signore Marcello di Silvano.'
'Why that two-faced, canting… hound!' Lewrie fumed. 'He's written me, so humble, so supportive…!'
'So politically astute?' Twigg laughed. 'Who'd be suspected of treason the least, than the patriot who brays the loudest? Signore di Silvano wears a half-dozen faces, depending upon whom he's dealing with. I expect he found gulling you with sympathy and friendship to be an amusing exercise, no more. Just keeping his hand in, practicing his pose of hand-wringin', puppy-eyed insincere mendacity.'
'So, you want me to bed his mistress, and somehow winkle information from her 'bout his plans?' Lewrie frowned.
'God no, Lewrie!' Twigg boomed, almost wheezing with amusement. 'Bless me, but you're far too thick for that! No, sir. You are the one to be winkled. Signorina Mastandrea knows what she's about, you let the professional do her work.'
'You're certain she's a French spy, then?' Lewrie had to ask.
'No doubt about it, sir,' Twigg informed him. 'A gift to the senator, 'bout the time Savoia was overrun. Like your Corsican doxy, she's of mixed parentage, French and Italian. Not from Bergamo, as she tells people, but Breil, near the old French border. Got her marching orders from my opposite number, to go to Genoa and cozy up to Silvano, who had the means to pass messages, and was already in contact with the French. Huge landowner, do you recall, estates all up and down the Riviera? Estate managers and overseers, goods-carts to and from those farms pass all the time, even through Austrian-held lands. That's how she contacts her employers, and how di Silvano services his local Roman patriots, by land and sea. Intercepted a few of his, found one from her and read it. Rather laughable encryption, actually… wouldn't think a woman was capable of mastering such, but she did. Were she a man, I'd have found a tougher code to crack, I expect.'
'She doesn't work for Choundas, then?' Lewrie inquired, rather earnestly. Though he couldn't feature a woman so beautiful even being in the same province as Choundas, much less agreeing to do his dirty work. Even in his younger days, scrubbed up and looking human!
'Her superiors have sometimes given her tasks that might serve his interests, and his squadron's,' Twigg allowed with a breezy wave of one hand. 'But she is not in his direct employ. And what is this concern, sir? Sweet on her, are you? I forgot, you've already contemplated topping her. A most fetchin' morsel, ain't she. Sorry that I interrupted your courtship in Genoa, might have been advantageous for you two to have an existing relationship. But back then, she had me fooled. I took her as nothing more than a silly, round-heeled slut, too stupid to stay faithful to a rich and vengeful master. All sheep-eyed over the pretty young sailor. There is a risk the senator might not enjoy her chore with you. Taken a fancy to her, no matter they've a working relationship. She and the senator are on intimate terms, I know for a fact. So intimate, and exclusive, since he ditched t'other mistress he had, at Paris's bidding, that he dares to sport with her bareback… do you get my meaning? You might not even need cundums. No, Lewrie. Your job will be to play her fool, then let slip to her what we wish you to let slip, once she's got you in the proper frame of mind.'
'And that is…?' Lewrie snorted, still dubious and edgy, no matter how pleasurable his duty might be, how he'd fantasized about Claudia Mastandrea. Twigg had dreamt it up, after all, so…!
'Choundas, of course,' Twigg sniffed. 'Him and the Austrians.'
'The Austrians…' Lewrie drawled, now totally confused.
'Finest army in Europe, sir,' Peel stated, most drolly. 'And, the slowest.'
'We pay them a hideous sum of money to stay in the Coalition,' Twigg sighed wearily, 'I do not know whether their emperor has ordered de Vins to delay his campaign another season, so they may touch another four million pounds sterling of ours… or whether General de Vins is a raging fool. All their damned generals! War is a German's trade, sir. That's when they earn their highest pay, and get the most adulation, so why wrap things up too early, then go back to barracks and be bored to death? Or perhaps General de Vins is much like our poor Hotham, too timorous and dithering to risk failure. Either way, the nub is that we owe the Austrians another installment in gold. No way to ship it downriver along the Rhine, with the Frogs at its mouth, nor through Hamburg overland. It has to come by sea, to Vado Bay, which is de Vins's only link to the sea. A substantial sum of money, Lewrie.'
'And so…?' Lewrie asked, getting suspicious again.
'We have allowed certain information to be overheard by local informers that such a shipment was forthcoming,' Twigg related, going weaselly and twisting in his chair, a sure sign of trouble. 'That it was to come from London, to Gibraltar, then to Port Mahon at Minorca, then up to San Fiorenzo Bay, since it carried the coinage to pay Admiral Hotham's fleet. Then it would put into Vado Bay, to be delivered to the Austrians. Should it not arrive, Austria might withdraw troops from the Genoese Riviera. Should France get their hands on it, they'd be dancing in a positive shower of 'yellow-boys,' enough to purchase anything they need, and prop up their new currency at home. Restive… the Frogs at home, d'ye see. Subsequently, we've revealed the sum to be around Ј200,000, the name of the ship to carry it… and the name of the escort. HMS Jester.'
'Now wait a bloody minute, you said it was… that we'd…!'
'Be easy, sir,' Peel suggested quickly, 'you'll burst a blood vessel, keel over in apoplexy, I swear! What better bait can there be for this fellow Choundas? He was a pirate before, the lure of gold is almost irresistible. Plus the hope that you are the escort. Two birds with one. Plus what a coup, with such far-reaching repercussions, were he to weaken the Coalition, or lay all northern Italy open to the French Army with a single deed. With his convoys so savaged recently, and his repute in Paris sinking, he must do something to recoup his own estate. There will be a ship at sea, a ship much like yours, painted in the same color scheme. The merchantman, though, will be a two-decker 4th Rate, of fifty guns… a naval vessel. Even does he fetch two corvettes to take her, he'll be confounded. Even does he escape a second time, his fame will be broken. And there are many French officers who'd love to see him come a cropper.'
'It will be eminently plausible, Lewrie,' Twigg explained with a sly look. 'Nelson has lost the services of Resolution and Speedy for the moment, so he has nothing to spare. Hotham husbands every frigate or sloop of war at San Fiorenzo, and is already short himself. Jester is just refitted, though, currently unemployed. And, because of your supposed errors at Bordighera, and Ushant, you're not particularly welcome at either San Fiorenzo or Vado Bay. Yours is the only warship to be spared as escort, or dispatch vessel, for the nonce. '
'While the real shipment, I take it…'
'None of your concern, sir!' Twigg snapped. 'The less you know, the less you might blab, by accident. Signorina Mastandrea has already reported to her masters, I know it for a fact. Know their orders to her verbatim. She's to come to Leghorn, which she has, confirm reports from local informers anent your ship's state of repair, what orders you might have… and when Jester may be expected to sail, and arrive at Vado Bay.'
'Do they know the ports of call, when I could depart to meet the cargo ship at Gibraltar, and when I finish at Vado Bay,' Lewrie surmised, 'they'd have a rough idea of where we'd be, any given day, assuming seasonal winds and seas. Within fifty miles or so. Two ships patrolling…'
Lewrie rose and went to his chart-space, to fetch a large-scale sea chart. He brought it back to the desk and spread it out for Twigg and Peel to look at.
'I'd expect Choundas to be greedy,' Lewrie pondered aloud, using a pair of brass dividers to march off legs of a course. 'And clever. A little fillip, sirs… to not only rob the Austrians, but steal the Navy pay chests. Sailors might be used to being one or two years in arrears in their pay, but soldiers usually aren't. Does he take the ship before she reaches San Fiorenzo, both the Army and Navy are cheated. Debts to local chandlers and merchants go unpaid. Troops and ships' crews will be demoralized. Aye, Choundas would like that. And so would his superiors. Might even turn Corsican sentiment against us because of it.'
'Very clever,' Mister Peel muttered, though speaking more of this sailor's shrewd calculations than of their foe, and sharing a look with his employer, with one brow cocked in reappraisal of all that Twigg had told him of Lewrie's wits. 'You would expect him where, sir?'
'West of Corsica, and due south of the Iles d'Hyиres,' Lewrie replied slowly, stepping off distances. 'Were I Choundas, I'd patrol, standing north-and-south along six degrees east, down to the latitude of the Straits of Bonifacio, around forty degrees north, perhaps as high as forty-three degrees,' he told them, sketching out a rough box on the chart with a pencil stub. 'A ship from Port Mahon in the Balearics on-passage for San Fiorenzo, or Vado
