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The butler shifted his position. "Was there anything more, Miss?" he asked after a little while. "There is nothing further, thank you, Bude," replied Mary. "About Mr. Greve, I am sure there must be some mistake. He cannot have understood Mr. Humphries's question. I'll ask him about it when I see him.
'In my opinion, said Bude, 'you have satisfactorily explained what has so long puzzled us. But look! The periscope, having reconnoitred us, is sinking again! It was true. The slim spar gracefully descended to the abyss. The Flora Macdonald was once more alone on a wide, wide sea! Two slight jars were now just felt by the owner, skipper, and crew of the Flora Macdonald. 'What's that? asked Mr.
It was in an unnamed creek of the New Zealand coast, six weeks before the end of the appointed year, that Bude received a telegram in cipher from the trustees. Bearded, and in blue spectacles, clad rudely as a mariner, Bude was to all, except Logan, who had accompanied him, plain Jones Harvey. None could have recognised in his rugged aspect the elegant aristocrat of Mayfair.
"Come on," said Humphries sternly. "You heard my question? What makes you think anybody else had access to Mr. Parrish before the shot was heard?" Bude made a little resigned gesture of the hands. "Well, sir, I thought ... I made sure that Mr. Greve ..." There was a moment's tense silence. "Well?" snapped Humphries. "I was going to say I made certain that Mr. Greve was going to Mr.
"Oh, Miss," he said, lowering his voice, "if you'll pardon my frankness, but I know as how you and Mr. Greve are old friends, and I wouldn't take it upon me to tell the police anything as might ..." Mary Trevert stood up and faced the man. "Bude," said she, "Mr. Parrish was your master, a kind and generous master as he was kind and generous to every one in this house.
'Not half bad! he said, when he had completed his investigation. 'You are satisfied that Te-iki-pa knew something? If you had seen what I have seen, if you had seen the three days dead and Bude shivered slightly. 'I have seen enough. Do you know how it is done? 'No.
"As sune's I was sure o' my man, I saw what a damned idiot I was to rin efter him. And back I flew to the brig. I kent full weel wha the ither man bude to be. It could be nane but my ain Alec Forbes; for I sweir to ye, gentlemen, I hae watched The MacChattachan watchin' Alec Forbes mair nor twa or three times sin' Alec throosh him for bein' foul-mou'd i' the face o' the deid."
Macrae, 'will you kindly pipe all hands on board to discharge cargo? The captain obeyed. Mr. Macrae turned to Bude. 'This is a moment, he said, 'which tries a father's heart! Presently I must see Emmeline, hear her voice, clasp her to my breast. Bude mutely wrung the hand of the millionaire, and turned away to conceal his emotion.
Bude mentioned the generous remuneration he was receiving from Sir Herbert Marcobrunner, whereupon Parrish had remarked: "Come to me and I'll double it. I'll give you a week to think it over. Let my secretary know!" After a few discreet enquiries, Bude, faithful to his maxim, had accepted Parrish's offer.
"Ye was some sair upo' me, Ma'colm," he went on, grasping the youth's hand. "I doobt I was ower sair," said Malcolm, who could hardly speak for a lump in his throat. "Weel, I deserved it. But eh, Ma'colm! I canna believe it was me: it bude to be the drink."
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