And that, Ramage thought to himself, is that; it either takes the trick or loses the game!
Sir Pilcher's eyes widened, and Ramage knew he was not sure he had heard correctly.
"The minutes of Admiral Goddard's case against you, eh? Yes, that's what I'm saying. You don't need them."
"I do, sir," Ramage said patiently, raising his voice slightly, "for the case in the King's Bench against Admiral Goddard."
"What the devil are you talking about? Are you threatening a senior officer?"
"Oh no, sir," Ramage said innocently.
"What case, then?" Sir Pilcher said suspiciously.
"For perjury, sir."
The Admiral's brow creased in concentration. "The King's Bench ... for perjury..." he said softly. Abruptly he stopped.
"My dear boy, surely you don't mean it!"
But the Admiral's jovial heartiness rang hollow.
"I'm advised the minutes prove perjury, sir, without the need to call more witnesses - although I shall be doing that."
"What, d'you mean to say you've been gossiping with attorneys already?"
It was the "already" that told Ramage his card had taken the trick. Keep up the pressure.
"Yes, sir." It was true, after a fashion.
"You think the charge can be proved?"
Sir Pilcher's manner had changed. Now he was matter of fact; his voice was crisper. He seemed more detached; more the Commander-in-Chief.
"Yes, sir; there are also the Bastia court-martial minutes."
"Yes, I haven't forgotten that," Sir Pilcher said slowly.
He was not a man who hid his thoughts, and Ramage could see the Admiral mentally holding a pair of scales: on one pan was Rear-Admiral Goddard, and on the other stood - what?
"Your witnesses," Sir Pilcher mused. "The Duke, the Count of Chambéry, the fellow that owns the merchantman ..."
"And Lord St Vincent, and Commodore Nelson for the Bastia trial," Ramage added.
"Yes, yes, yes ... an impressive list. It'd carry weight in Whitehall."
"It would indeed, sir," Ramage said, and added quietly, "if it was needed."
"A trial of that nature would finish you in the Service, my boy; you realize that, don't you? You'd never be employed again by the Navy, after you won it!"
"I'll never be employed again anyway, sir."
Sir Pilcher was thinking deeply, and Ramage guessed that Goddard had been weighed in the Admiral's scales, and found not to be heavy enough. Goddard's distant relationship to the King had been useful in the past, but now it would be wiser to forget that the man had ever been a friend.
"Your mind is made up, I suppose?"
"Not finally, sir: I just want to do the right thing."
Ramage sounded hypocritical to himself, but Sir Pilcher was busy preparing defences for Sir Pilcher ... After all, Goddard was still his second-in-command.
"You want to get back to England?"
"Yes, sir."
"To bring Rear-Admiral Goddard to a trial?"
"If it proves necessary, sir." He made no attempt to keep the ambiguity from his voice: he and Sir Pilcher were now speaking the same language.
"You want to strike a bargain, eh?"
Ramage had not expected the Admiral to be so blunt so quickly, but he nodded.
"What do you want, then?"
Once again Ramage was taken by surprise, and for a moment all he could do was to remind himself to ask for the maximum. It ought not to be too difficult to persuade the man that what Ramage wanted was also best for the Commander-in-Chief.
"Very little sir. Justice, really."
He was surprised to hear himself speaking: it sounded so reasonable; almost naive.
"Of course, of course; you've every right to that! But," he said warily, "what do you regard as justice?"
"Well, sir, if there's a doubt over today's trial verdict, the Captain Powlett case should be treated as a precedent."
"Transmit the papers to the Admiralty, you mean, and let their Lordships rule on it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very well, I was proposing to do that anyway. Anything else?"
Ramage gave him credit for the smooth way he had said it. Sir Pilcher had been proposing to do that for less than a minute: only since he had realized that Ramage was not going to help him to prevent a scandal.
"Only two things, sir, both quite routine."
He realized "routine" was an inspired word: like his earlier claim, it gave Sir Pilcher a way out. He had already decided to send the minutes to the Admiralty on the grounds of the Powlett precedent; now he could grant the rest as a matter of routine.
"Come on, man,” the Admiral said impatiently.
"The inquiry into the loss of the Triton, sir. Could it be held in the next day or two?"
"I suppose so. Yes," he said hurriedly as though Ramage might otherwise insist on extra conditions. "The day after tomorrow. I'll issue the order this afternoon."
And that, Ramage knew, would make sure his witnesses could not be sent off on some pretext or other to ships about to sail.
"And what else?" demanded Sir Pilcher, as though justice was a mere word, a preliminary demand to some iniquitous request.
"Employment, sir: I'd like another ship, and to keep my crew together."
Sir Pilcher frowned and clasped his hands, staring at the polished table top with all the concentration of a fortune-teller looking into a crystal ball. Ramage was not surprised at the Admiral's preoccupation. Giving him a ship would advertise the fact that the Commander-in-Chief had disowned Goddard. Sir Pilcher had reached a critical stage: critical for all three of them. What he said or did now was a signpost to the future. Giving Ramage a ship told the Admiralty that Sir Pilcher approved of his activities; that he supported the Lieutenant against the Rear-Admiral.
Refusing him a ship meant that approval was withheld. That in turn meant that Sir Pilcher supported his second-in-command, even though the moment the court-martial minutes arrived at the Admiralty Goddard would be discredited, and some of the mud was bound to stick to his friend Sir Pilcher.
Yet, because of tradition and the fact that the Admiralty had to think in terms of the discipline of the whole Navy, discrediting Goddard did not mean automatic approval for the wretched lieutenant who, however unwittingly, had been the cause of the trouble.
Sir Pilcher unclasped his hands and looked directly at Ramage.
"Very well, I'll give you a ship."
Ramage had begun to thank him when the Admiral continued: "I've nothing available at the moment, but there'll be a vacancy in a few weeks. In the meantime, you deserve a month's leave. I'll have the Tritons transferred to the guardship and you can come back in a month's time. You'll be seeing the Governor again?"
"Yes, sir: he has been kind enough to let me sling my hammock at Government House for a few days."
"Excellent. Splendid, so you'll be seeing the Duke, too, eh?"
"Yes, sir," Ramage said, and added the words Sir Pilcher obviously wanted to hear. "They'll be glad to hear that various problems have been resolved."
"Capital. Very well, Ramage," he said, getting up, "I'm delighted with the way you handled the treasure business. The Attorney-General's looking up the book of words: no one's too sure whether it's treated as prize or what, because of the way it was found."
"I was hoping, sir," Ramage said, "that if it's not treated as prize, perhaps the Government would make some sort of ex gratia payment to the ship's company. They were very loyaclass="underline" it must have been a temptation to make off with it - there were only three King's officers on board..."
"Quite, quite, I shall recommend it to the First Lord in my next dispatch - that's if they don't get a share automatically."
"Thank you, sir."
"Not at all, not at all. Have a good leave; I'll expect you back here in a month's time."
Back at Government House Ramage found Maxine in her room, dressed for dinner and with the maid combing her long, black hair. Without turning from the mirror, she said: "You've seen the Admiral?"