Buccaneer's Girl Page #4

Who were those men?

I don't know.

But I know what they were

after. My ring, and they got it.

But I doubt if it'll make the new

owner very happy when he gets it.

Well, you're hurt. You'd

better get to a doctor at once.

Oh, it's nothing serious.

Debbie, you're out very late,

and apparently in very bad company.

Good work, Orlande. And now

to Madame Brizar's.

Yes, sir. Giddap.

Easy there.

Those are the first words you've

said all evening that make any sense.

Why, Debbie, I thought I'd

made everything very clear.

You certainly did. As

Baptiste you sink ships.

Then as Kingston you turn the

proceeds into a fund to outfit ships

for people whose ships

have been sunk by Baptiste.

Very clear.

It does sounds a little complicated.

Suppose we put it this way. Some

people need help, so I help them.

And in doing it, I

right some old wrongs.

But what if they should catch you?

Then I should be very sorry.

New Orleans is such a lovely place,

and the ladies in it even lovelier.

By the way, Debbie, if you were

a man wanted by the authorities,

and the secret of your identity

rested with a certain girl,

would you continue to worry about it?

I'd say the girl was

the least of my worries.

The others I'm sure I can handle.

Good night, Debbie.

Well? There's no doubt about it.

It's the ring you gave Baptiste.

Your initials are on the inside.

So now we've finished guessing.

The real Baptiste is dead.

And Kingston must have killed him.

What a pity.

And more the pity he didn't

die quickly before talking.

Without the ring,

Kingston can prove nothing.

I wish I could be sure of that.

He flaunted this ring

before me in my own house.

Whether to inform me

that he had more evidence,

or merely to worry me that

he might have, I don't know.

If he had more evidence, he's had ample

time to present it to the Governor.

Unfortunately, he's

much cleverer than you.

I used the real Baptiste to eliminate

the competition of Kingston's father

and the other shipowners.

So now Kingston turns pirate,

calls himself Baptiste,

and employs the same method against me.

Eight of my ships sunk,

and eight others outfitted.

It's no wonder he prefers

the present situation.

If it continues much longer, he

will have destroyed you completely.

Unless we destroy him first, at

sea where he should be destroyed.

You know, Patout, I

rather fancy being a hero,

ridding the seas of this new Baptiste.

Well? Do you approve?

Not bad. Not bad.

A few minor corrections,

and not bad at all.

A little too much rouge, perhaps.

Monsieur Narbonne

prefers a pale appearance.

It's not rouge, and I don't intend

to stick my face in a flour barrel

just to please Monsieur Narbonne.

Debbie, please remember,

when I found you,

you had your face in a vegetable bin.

Ever since you've been

here I've heard nothing but

"When do I entertain at

Monsieur Narbonne's?"

Now the time is here,

Monsieur Patout has made a

point of asking for your presence,

you're suddenly very nonchalant

about the most eligible

bachelor in New Orleans.

Oh, not at all. I couldn't

be more interested.

Then you might show it. Oh,

to me, of course, not to him.

Any more instructions? Yes.

Stay away from the ladies, sing your

song, retire to your dressing room...

And be particularly pleasant to that

little worm, Monsieur Patout.

By all means. He's very close

to Monsieur Narbonne.

And he can stay there. I intend

to stay close to Captain Kingston.

Oh.

Good evening.

Good evening. I'm from

Madame Brizar's.

Oh. This way please.

This should convince you of

what you're missing, Captain.

There's nothing like it at sea.

Fortunately for my crew.

You can't be that thirsty, Captain.

Debbie, what a pleasant surprise.

That makes us even. I was surprised

when I heard you were going to be here.

Why, I wouldn't miss one of Narbonne's

soires for all his ships at sea.

Darling, you'd better come

here and defend yourself.

Patout's complaining to Uncle again.

Pardon me, Debbie. A summons

from His Excellency, the Governor.

We will all be looking

forward to hearing you sing.

Mademoiselle, the

entertainers wait in another room.

I meant no offense, Captain.

It's just that I'm so concerned

about Monsieur Narbonne

and the losses he has suffered.

A familiar complaint, Robert.

Why haven't you hung Baptiste?

Ah, Your Excellency, the ocean

is vast, the sea lanes many.

Where he is, I am not.

Where I am, he is not.

But someday we shall meet.

In the meantime, Patout here is worried.

It seems that one of Narbonne's

ships is leaving Spain next week

with a very rich cargo, and he fears...

Forgive me, your Excellency,

but I meant that information

to be kept in confidence.

If word should get out...

Well, Baptiste's ear seems to

be in as many places as his ship.

Of course, Patout, I understand.

Rest assured, it will go no further.

Not a soul will hear it from my lips.

Enough of Baptiste. Let's

speak of something pleasant.

I'll arrange for the

entertainment to begin.

I noticed you recognized our singer.

Ah, yes. And I can

recommend her very highly.

Oh, so that's who the young lady was.

For a moment I was almost jealous.

Delightful evening,

Monsieur Narbonne.

It's always a pleasure

to see you, madame.

It worked like a charm,

even better than we'd hoped.

Oh?

The Governor himself told

him about our ship from Spain

and I pretended that the Governor

had breached a confidence.

Splendid. Splendid. In that case,

Patout, I think we can feel secure

that our three ships from Paris

will arrive safely in New Orleans.

Has our entertainer arrived yet?

Yes, and Captain Kingston

seemed quite pleased to see her,

which Mademoiselle

Villon noticed.

Good. Perhaps tonight we will

kill one bird with two stones.

Fetch the singer.

Good evening.

Good evening, monsieur.

Ah, Mademoiselle Villon.

We see far too little of

you when the Captain is away.

And the Captain is away far too often.

I'll take that as a compliment, Arlene.

Or is it a warning, Kingston?

Remember, a fiance is not yet a wife.

How very discerning, monsieur.

And, Robert, how very true.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is

Monsieur Narbonne's pleasure

to present a singer who

comes highly recommended.

Mademoiselle McCoy.

I trust this girl can carry an air.

Robert assures me she's quite good.

There's a song in the air

And you know why it's there

Because you're in love

You're in love

And that's how you know it

For you took the

world for granted

Now you know that

the world's enchanted

And life was...

What did you do then?

I sent him home, of course.

There's a cloud in the sky

But it's passing you by

And the sky looks blue

Dreams come true

Just because he's in love

With you

So there I was,

without a servant in the

house and the General calling.

Such a predicament. Yes, Robert?

Because you're in love

What happened then?

You're in love

For you took the world...

We have so much to

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