'I suspect Fillebrowne figured out he'd been finessed, sooner or later, learned that Chute and I were old friends… acquaintances, really… perhaps he and… my former mistress,' he said, avoiding Phoebe's name, as if to deprive Twigg of un-necessary information… just in case, 'had an angry parting? Sharp an eye as
'One
'There's been
'Two-
'For helpin' me kill belowdecks mutineers, so I had enough true men t'take back my ship and escape the Nore Mutiny!' Lewrie retorted. ' 'Wos innit f'me? Wos innit f'me?' ' he snipped, impersonating lower-class dialect main- well, after twenty years of exposure to it. 'They wouldn't've tried it on, else! Christ, my report to Admiralty got 'em letters of
Idly, and illogically, the face and form of the then-tempting young Sally Blue
'And
'No, don't think so,' Lewrie had to confess, going as slack as a sail in the Atlantic Doldrums. 'So, damme if I know who.'
'No other suspects, then?' Twigg asked, one dubious brow raised.
'Well, in my madder moments, I sometimes fancy it was you!'
In an evil way, it went without saying.
CHAPTER SIX
'Oh, Lewrie…' Twigg finally drawled, after a restorative sip of wine. 'Believe me, sir, did I wish you destroyed, professionally or personally, such a nefarious ploy would never be required. All I'd have to do is sit back and watch you do in yourself! Besides… what reason would I have to attempt such… hmm? Merely because your ways of prosecuting the King's enemies now and then row me beyond all temperance?'
'Well…'
'Which they do… now and then,' Twigg intoned, with a vicious twinkle in his eyes, as if he enjoyed turning this particular victim on his roasting spit. 'Despite the mute insubordination you've shewn me whenever we've been thrown together… your truculent reluctance to sully your hands with underhanded duties that force you to get out of bed earlier than is your wont… or, out of some
'Damn my eyes…!' Lewrie began to say.
'No matter what you've thought over the years, Lewrie, I admire your good qualities,' Twigg stated as he reached for his knife and his fork once more. 'On the, other hand, your good qualities have at times been rather
A mouthful of food, a cock of the head as he savouried it, then a palate-cleansing nibble of bread and a sip of wine followed Twigg's admission.
'I will confess that my sense of duty, and urgency in the fulfillment of that duty, might have given you the impression that you're little more than an occasionally borrowed gun-dog of doubtful lineage,' Twigg said on, dabbing at his mouth with his napkin. 'I have gathered that I sometimes
'Believe me when I tell you, Lewrie,' Mr. Twigg continued, now stern-faced and cold, 'that people who've displeased me in the past I
'Well…' Lewrie was forced to realise.
'Your personal life… such as it is…' Twigg scoffed on, with a leery roll of his eyes, 'has no bearing on your public life, or your service to the Navy. Unless you were a drunkard, a rapist, or a brute so heedless and flagrant as to become a public spectacle, and a newspaper sensation. Thankfully, you're rather a
Lewrie could have little to say to that. He squirmed a little more on his chair, and blushed like a Cully chastened by a
'Put me in mind of the Scot poet Robert Burns, you do, Lewrie,' Twigg said with a thin-lipped smile and a simper. 'Know of him, hey?'
'Aye,' Lewrie allowed himself to admit.
'Burns said of himself that he was, ah… 'a professional fornicator with a genius for paternity,' ' Twigg quoted with a chuckle.
'Despite that, Burns wrote simply marvellous songs and poems,' Twigg allowed, thawing a little. 'Despite your shortcomings, you are an invaluable asset to the Navy, and the Crown, Lewrie, and I'll not let you be 'scragged' over this smarmy jape of yours 'gainst the Beauman family. Not 'til this war is done, and we've wrung the last drop of usefulness from you. You're as much a weapon as any broadside of guns ever you, or anyone else, fired.'
'Thank you, sir,' Lewrie felt called to reply, with a shiver of relief that someone, no matter how horrid, was on