The point of his lordship's narrative struck Drinkwater like a blow. He felt his body a prey to the disorder of his mind which presented him with a bewildering succession of images: of Edward shivering on the bank of the River Yare, of Jex confronting him with the truth, of Edward walking ashore without looking back, of Jex's drunken death. Faintly he heard Dungarth say, 'By an odd coincidence the man suspected of the double murder had the same surname as yourself…'
Drinkwater turned to look the earl in the face. An ironic smile twisted Dungarth's mouth.
''Tis curious, is it not,' he said, 'how a man may flinch in perfect safety who would not deign to quail under a hail of shot?'
'I, er, I…'
'You need a little more wine, Nathaniel…' The glasses were again refilled and Dungarth resumed his tale.
'The suspect's cloak was found on the bank of the River Yare and it was supposed he drowned himself in a fit of remorse. Odd, though, that he should do his country such a service, eh?' Dungarth smiled. 'As for the girl, a certain Pascale Vrignaud, she suffered the fate of many whores. Odd little story, ain't it?'
'Yes.' Drinkwater swallowed the third glass of port at a gulp.
'I thought it would interest you,' added Dungarth smiling. 'You need give no further thought to the matter. Now, as to this fellow you feel may be of interest to me, whoever he is, I sent him from Hamburg with letters to Prince Vorontzoff in St Petersburg. The prince is a former ambassador to the Court of St James and has agreed to find him employment. Not unlike yourself, Nathaniel, this fellow Waters seems to be a child of fortune. Has a gambler's luck, wouldn't you say?'
Drinkwater returned Dungarth's grin. He felt no remorse for the death of Etienne Montholon, regretting that the man's rescue from the Jacobins had cost the lives of two British seamen. He wondered if Hortense would ever learn the name of her brother's executioner. It was a strange, small world. He saw the wheels of fate turning within each other and recalled Lettsom's observations on providence. As for Pascale, Edward would have her upon his own conscience. But Edward had a gambler's amorality as well as a gambler's luck. Drinkwater smiled at the aptness of Dungarth's last remark. The earl rose and refilled their glasses for the fourth time.
'I must thank you for your efforts… on my behalf, my lord,' said Drinkwater carefully, not wishing to break the delicate ice of nmbiguity around the subject.
'It only remains,' replied Dungarth smiling, 'to see whether this man Waters is to be of any real use to us.'
Drinkwater nodded.
'And, of course, to drink to your swab…'
Author's Note
The part played by Nathaniel Drinkwater in the Copenhagen campaign is not entirely fiction. Extensive surveying and buoy-laying were carried out prior to the battle, mainly by anonymous officers. It seems not unreasonable to assume that Drinkwater was among them. Drinkwater's bomb vessel is not listed as being part of Parker's fleet but as she was nominally a tender this is to be expected. When ships of the line are engaged historians are apt to overlook the smaller fry, even, as occurred at Copenhagen, when it was the continuing presence of the bomb vessels left before the city after Nelson withdrew, that finally persuaded the Danes to abandon their intransigence. It has also been suggested that Nelson's success was not so much due to his battleships, which were in some difficulties at the time fighting an enemy who refused to capitulate, but to the effect of the bombs, throwing their shells into the capital itself.[2]
The presence of the Royal Artillery aboard bomb vessels is not generally known and it was 1847 before the three surviving artillerymen received recognition with the Naval General Service Medal and the clasp 'Copenhagen', confirmation of that famous regimental motto 'Ubique'.
Evidence suggests only four bombs got into station though contemporary illustrations show all seven. Quite possibly one of the four was Virago. The hoisting of the contentious signal No 39 by Sir Hyde Parker has been the subject of controversy which has been clouded by myth. Given Parker's vacillating nature, his extreme caution and the subsequent apotheosis of Nelson, I have tried to put the matter in contemporary perspective.
As to the landing of Edward Drinkwater, the 'Berlingske Tidende' of 27th March 1802 stated that British seamen landed near Elsinore the day before 'for water' without committing any excesses. This landing does not appear to be corroborated elsewhere.