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But there's something you haven't told me I'm not ass enough to have missed that and no doubt that influences you." "I've told you everything that, in honor, I could." "Hmm yes; I dare say...." Quain scowled over the problem for some time. "It's plain enough," he asserted forcibly: "that man was involved in some infernal secret society. Just how and why's the question.
Eventually he tripped over some obstacle, stumbled and lurched forward and recovered his balance with an effort, then remained with bowed head, staring down at his feet. "Hurt yourself, old man?" "No!" snapped Quain rudely. "Then what in " "Eh?" Quain roused, but an instant longer looked him blankly in the eye. "Oh," he added brightly "oh, she's gone." "The boat ?"
An hour passed, punctuated at frequent intervals by gunshots. Though they evoked no answer of any sort, hope for Quain died hard in Amber's heart.
Our boat went adrift somehow; Quain would insist on going after her in a leaky old skiff we found on the shore ... and didn't come back. I waited till it was hopeless, then concluded I'd make a try to cross to Shampton by way of the tidal bar. And I must!" "It's impossible," Rutton told him with grave sympathy. "But I must; think of his wife and children, Rutton!
"I'm afraid he told me almost as much about you as he told you about me; we're old friends, you know. And now I come to think of it, Quain has one of the few photographs of me extant. So my chain of reasoning's complete. And I think we'd better hurry on to Tanglewood." "Indeed, yes. Mrs.
"How did you know about Quain that we were together?" he asked. "Doggott saw you land this morning, and I've been watching you all day with my field-glasses, prepared to take cover the minute you turned my way. Don't be angry with me, David; it wasn't that I didn't yearn to see you face to face again, but that ... I didn't dare." "Oh, that!" exclaimed Amber with an exasperated fling of his hand.
And to this Quain held inflexibly; so that, in the end, Amber, unable to move him, was obliged to leave the matter in his hands. A sullen and portentous dawn hung in the sky when the little party left the cabin. In the east the entire firmament was ensanguined with sinister crimson and barred with long reefs of purple-black clouds in motionless suspense.
I told Quain nothing.... Can it be a trap? Is it possible that the chap who took that photograph recognised...?" The problem held him in perplexity throughout the evening meal. He turned it over this way and that without being able to arrive at any comforting solution. Impulse in the end decided him impulse and a glance at his watch which told him that the time grew short.
But within the last eighteen hours events had been diverted from their normal course; and Amber was deeply troubled with misgivings. Up to the day that the Poonah had sailed from Tilbury Dock, London, from the time he had left Quain among the sand-dunes of Long Island, he had not been conscious of any sort of espionage upon his movements.
"What name?" "Labertouche. Why? You don't know him." "No; but Rutton did. Rutton got that poison from him." Quain whistled, his eyes round. "Did, eh? So much the better; he'll probably know all about Rutton and'll take a keener interest." "But you forget " "Hang your promise. I'm not bound by it and this is business blacker business than you seem to realise, Davy.