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Updated: June 13, 2025
"On our homeward way your father was ill and our bearers deserted us. We were pursued by the natives, who repented their concession, and I had to fight them more than once, half a dozen strong, with your father unconscious at my feet. It is true that I left him in the bush, but it was at his bidding and I believed him dying. It was my only chance and I took it. I escaped and reached Attra.
"Monty, old chap," he said, "what on earth are you scared at? Don't you know I'm glad to see you! Didn't I come to Attra to get you back to England? Shake hands, partner. I've got lots of money for you and good news." Monty's hand was limp and cold, his eyes were glazed and expressionless. Trent looked at the half-empty bottle by his side and turned savagely to Da Souza.
"Cecil," she said, "I want you to leave me at once! You may come back to-morrow at the same time. I am going to think this out quietly." He took up his hat. "There is one thing more, Ernestine," he said slowly. "Enclosed in the letter from the missionary at Attra was another and a shorter note, which, in accordance with his request, I burnt as soon as I read it.
Trent was seized upon by an Englishman who was representing the Bekwando Land and Mining Investment Company and, before he could regain Da Souza, a few rapid sentences had passed between the latter and his brother in Portuguese. Oom Sam advanced to Trent hat in hand "Welcome back to Attra, senor?" Trent nodded curtly. "Place isn't much changed," he remarked.
As it was, I left him to himself a good deal, and he didn't like that either. I think Attra was a jolly place, and the landing in surf boats was no end of fun. Cathcart got beastly wet, and you should have seen what a stew he was in because he'd put on a beautiful white suit and it got spoilt. Well, things weren't very lively at Attra at first, I'm bound to admit.
I hear of you as an empire-maker and a millionaire. Nevertheless, Monty was alive and you knew he was alive, but when I reach Attra he has been spirited away! I want to know where! You say you don't know. It may be true, but it doesn't sound like it." Trent's under-lip was twitching, a sure sign of the tempest within, but he kept himself under restraint and said never a word.
Walsh's house, I settled that all up with him before I left Attra. It belonged to you really, for I'd left more than that for you." "There is no one, then," Monty asked in a slow, painful whisper, "who will put me in prison?" "I give you my word, Monty," Trent declared, "that there is not a single soul who has any idea of the sort."
Da Souza remained in his chair, his eyes blinking as though with the sun, and his hands gripping nervously the sides of his chair. After six weeks' incessant throbbing the great engines were still, and the Dunottar Castle lay at anchor a mile or two from the African coast and off the town of Attra. The heat, which in motion had been hard enough to bear, was positively stifling now.
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