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the foot of the stairs。 A faint snore came through the closed door
of the chief mate's room。 The second mate's door was on the hook；
but the darkness in there was absolutely soundless。 He； too；
was young and could sleep like a stone。 Remained the steward；
but he was not likely to wake up before he was called。
I got a sleeping suit out of my room and； coming back on deck；
saw the naked man from the sea sitting on the main hatch；
glimmering white in the darkness； his elbows on his knees and his
head in his hands。 In a moment he had concealed his damp body
in a sleeping suit of the same gray…stripe pattern as the one
I was wearing and followed me like my double on the poop。
Together we moved right aft； barefooted； silent。
〃What is it？〃 I asked in a deadened voice； taking the lighted lamp
out of the binnacle； and raising it to his face。
〃An ugly business。〃
He had rather regular features； a good mouth； light eyes under
somewhat heavy； dark eyebrows； a smooth； square forehead； no growth
on his cheeks； a small； brown mustache； and a well…shaped； round chin。
His expression was concentrated； meditative； under the inspecting
light of the lamp I held up to his face； such as a man thinking
hard in solitude might wear。 My sleeping suit was just right
for his size。 A well…knit young fellow of twenty…five at most。
He caught his lower lip with the edge of white； even teeth。
〃Yes；〃 I said； replacing the lamp in the binnacle。
The warm； heavy tropical night closed upon his head again。
〃There's a ship over there；〃 he murmured。
〃Yes； I know。 The Sephora。 Did you know of us？〃
〃Hadn't the slightest idea。 I am the mate of her〃
He paused and corrected himself。 〃I should say I WAS。〃
〃Aha！ Something wrong？〃
〃Yes。 Very wrong indeed。 I've killed a man。〃
〃What do you mean？ Just now？〃
〃No； on the passage。 Weeks ago。 Thirty…nine south。
When I say a man〃
〃Fit of temper；〃 I suggested； confidently。
The shadowy； dark head； like mine； seemed to nod imperceptibly
above the ghostly gray of my sleeping suit。 It was； in the night；
as though I had been faced by my own reflection in the depths
of a somber and immense mirror。
〃A pretty thing to have to own up to for a Conway boy；〃
murmured my double； distinctly。
〃You're a Conway boy？〃
〃I am；〃 he said； as if startled。 Then； slowly 。 。 。 〃Perhaps you too〃
It was so； but being a couple of years older I had left before
he joined。 After a quick interchange of dates a silence fell；
and I thought suddenly of my absurd mate with his terrific whiskers
and the 〃Bless my soulyou don't say so〃 type of intellect。
My double gave me an inkling of his thoughts by saying：
〃My father's a parson in Norfolk。 Do you see me before a judge
and jury on that charge？ For myself I can't see the necessity。
There are fellows that an angel from heavenAnd I am not that。
He was one of those creatures that are just simmering
all the time with a silly sort of wickedness。
Miserable devils that have no business to live at all。
He wouldn't do his duty and wouldn't let anybody else do theirs。
But what's the good of talking！ You know well enough the sort
of ill…conditioned snarling cur〃
He appealed to me as if our experiences had been as identical as our clothes。
And I knew well enough the pestiferous danger of such a character where there
are no means of legal repression。 And I knew well enough also that my double
there was no homicidal ruffian。 I did not think of asking him for details；
and he told me the story roughly in brusque； disconnected sentences。
I needed no more。 I saw it all going on as though I were myself inside
that other sleeping suit。
〃It happened while we were setting a reefed foresail； at dusk。
Reefed foresail！ You understand the sort of weather。 The only sail we
had left to keep the ship running； so you may guess what it had been
like for days。 Anxious sort of job； that。 He gave me some of his cursed
insolence at the sheet。 I tell you I was overdone with this terrific weather
that seemed to have no end to it。 Terrific； I tell youand a deep ship。
I believe the fellow himself was half crazed with funk。 It was no time
for gentlemanly reproof； so I turned round and felled him like an ox。
He up and at me。 We closed just as an awful sea made for the ship。
All hands saw it coming and took to the rigging； but I had him by
the throat； and went on shaking him like a rat； the men above us yelling；
‘Look out！ look out！' Then a crash as if the sky had fallen on my head。
They say that for over ten minutes hardly anything was to be seen
of the shipjust the three masts and a bit of the forecastle head
and of the poop all awash driving along in a smother of foam。
It was a miracle that they found us； jammed together behind the forebitts。
It's clear that I meant business； because I was holding him by the throat
still when they picked us up。 He was black in the face。 It was too much
for them。 It seems they rushed us aft together； gripped as we were；
screaming ‘Murder！' like a lot of lunatics； and broke into the cuddy。
And the ship running for her life； touch and go all the time； any minute
her last in a sea fit to turn your hair gray only a…looking at it。
I understand that the skipper； too； started raving like the rest of them。
The man had been deprived of sleep for more than a week； and to have
this sprung on him at the height of a furious gale nearly drove him
out of his mind。 I wonder they didn't fling me overboard after
getting the carcass of their precious shipmate out of my fingers。
They had rather a job to separate us； I've been told。 A sufficiently
fierce story to make an old judge and a respectable jury sit up a bit。
The first thing I heard when I came to myself was the maddening
howling of that endless gale； and on that the voice of the old man。
He was hanging on to my bunk； staring into my face out of his sou'wester。
〃‘Mr。 Leggatt； you have killed a man。 You can act no longer
as chief mate of this ship。'〃
His care to subdue his voice made it sound monotonous。
He rested a hand on the end of the skylight to steady himself with；
and all that time did not stir a limb； so far as I could see。
〃Nice little tale for a quiet tea party；〃 he concluded
in the same tone。
One of my hands； too； rested on the end of the skylight； neither did I stir
a limb； so far as I knew。 We stood less than a foot from each other。
It occurred to me that if old 〃Bless my soulyou don't say so〃
were to put his head up the companion and catch sight of us；
he would think he was seeing double； or imagine himself come
upon a scene of weird witchcraft； the strange captain having
a quiet confabulation by the wheel with his own gray ghost。
I became very much concerned to prevent anything of the sort。
I heard the other's soothing undertone。
〃My father's a parson in Norfolk；〃 it said。 Evidently he had
forgotten he had told me this important fact before。
Truly a nice little tale。
〃You had better slip down into my stateroom now；〃 I said；
moving off stealthily。 My double followed my movements；
our bare feet made no sound； I let him in； closed the door
with care； and； after giving a call to the second mate；
returned on deck for my relief。
〃Not much sign of any wind yet；〃 I remarked when he approached。
〃No； sir。 Not much；〃 he assented； sleepily； in his hoarse voice；
with just enough deference； no more； and barely suppressing a yawn。
〃Well； that's all you have to look out for。 You have got your orders。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
I paced a turn or two on the poop and saw him take up his position face
forward with his elbow in the ratlines of the mizzen rigging before I
went below。 The mate's faint snoring was still going on peacefully。
The cuddy lamp was burning over the table on which stood a vase
with flowers； a polite attention from the ship's provision merchant
the las