He was met by Vauvert himself, an older man of impeccable dress. "Sir, it is kind in you to call," he said, his shrewd eyes taking in Kydd's appearance. "Do come in."
The house was spacious and dark-panelled in the old style with expensive ornaments tastefully placed. "Might I offer you something against this cold evening?"
The cognac was the finest Kydd had tasted; this was hardly surprising, he reflected, given the smuggling reputation of Guernsey. "Tell me, sir," he began, "how it is y' know my name."
"Why, sir, you must understand that good intelligence is a merchant's first requirement if he is to be successful. Your misfortune is not unknown in the fraternity of commerce."
Kydd coloured. "Sir! I have t' make it plain that—"
"Mr Kydd, the circumstances are known to me. If you are innocent I can only commiserate—but if you were informed upon by another less successful than yourself, it is no reflection on your judgement that you were unprepared for such an odious act. Such things do happen from time to time in the conduct of business and you will find no one in Guernsey who will say that the pursuit of profit is in any way morally offensive."
"But—"
"I rather feel we should proceed to more constructive discussion. Do sit, sir." The fire had settled to a comfortable heat in the elegant study and Kydd tried to compose himself. If this was a rich merchant seeking a prestige ornament for his establishment by offering him token employment . . .
"Now, Mr Kydd, let me be open with you. To waste the talents of a sea officer of such shining credentials as yourself in idleness would seem to reflect badly on a nation as sore beset as ourselves. The reasons might be debated but the circumstance itself might yet prove of advantage to both you and me."
He went on: "I shall be brief. You are a naval officer of proved distinction with an active and aggressive attitude to meeting the enemy. These qualities are one and the same as those required in the captain of a private man-o'-war."
"A privateer? No!" Kydd spluttered. "I—it's not possible! I can't—"
"No?" Vauvert said evenly. "Then I've misjudged you, sir. At a time when your country lies under as great a peril as ever it has, you would spend your time at leisure ashore? Let me point out to you that your King's ship and your privateer are in the same business of reprisal. One is at the King's expense, the other paid for by concerned citizens who seek to make their contribution."
"Mr Vauvert, you don't understand. F'r a naval officer—"
"And has it escaped you that war by this means costs His Majesty not a penny? The enemy is made to pay for his own destruction. The sale of prizes repays our own contributions and any overplus is to the credit of those by whose exertions and valour they are secured."
"But—"
"This very house, sir, a not insignificant monument I would dare to say, is itself raised on the proceeds of private cruising in the past age."
Kydd felt anger mount. The man knew nothing of the contempt a King's officer held for his commercial rivals. He could hear cries of disgust as his fellow officers learned of his fall from grace, see the shaking heads. No, it was simply not possible.
And this was the thing he had sworn not to do. Absent himself at sea while his quest remained unresolved? It was the very reason he was delaying in Guernsey. "No," he said, with finality. "It's kind o' you t' think on me, but I'm unable t' see m' way clear in th' matter. I'll bid ye good-day, sir."
Vauvert's disappointment was plain. "My carriage is at your disposal, sir," he said stiffly.
"That won't be necessary," Kydd said, and left.
But outside his annoyance ebbed. Vauvert's disappointment had been genuine; in a way it was a tribute to the respect in which Kydd was held. The man had probably counted on his agreeing to be a privateer captain, with a fine profit on every prize he brought in.
Not that it would in any way sway—Kydd stopped in his tracks. He was getting nowhere in trying to uncover the plot against him and he probably never would unless he tried another tack. Lockwood had obviously bribed a clerk in the admiral's office, no doubt with the connivance of someone local. And what could be bribed could be unbribed! Elation surged: with enough gold in the right places he could achieve anything he wished, including a recanting of the false witness against him. And what faster way to accrue the necessary wealth than as a privateer whose fortune could be won in a single voyage?
With rising excitement he hurried back. He would need to seek leave for employment at sea in the usual way, no doubt, just as he had done for the convict transport to New South Wales. His half-pay would cease immediately, but what an opportunity. Nothing could stand against a determined man with a pot of gold at his back.