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Updated: June 14, 2025
But Vaudin was not sure that there might not be room for a man to lie flat under some of the big slabs, and began to poke about among them. "Some one's been up here," he said, pointing to one of Gard's own scorings. "Bin up there four times myself," said Drillot, "an' so have all the rest. There's no room to hide a man there, Peter. If he's hid anywhere, he'll come out in the night.
Torode laughed derisively as Elie Guérin set out with cautious step to lead his old horse over, with Judith Drillot clutching the saddle firmly and wearing a face that showed plainly that it was only a stern sense of duty to Elie that kept her up aloft. "Ma foi!" laughed Torode. "He would do it better in a boat. It's well seen that Monsieur Guérin was not born to the saddle.
His friends have arranged to lift him off here first chance that came; and it came before we did, and you'll not see him in these parts again, I warrant you." "I'll wait with you, John, if you're set on it, though I doubt Tom's right, and the man's gone," said Peter Vaudin of La Ville. And John Drillot found himself bound to the adventure. "Do we keep the boat?" asked Vaudin.
The others replied in kind, and when the further question was mooted as to keeping watch all night, the scoffers told the others to keep watch if they chose; for themselves, they were going home to their beds. "Frightened of ghosts, I s'pose," growled one. "No more than yourself, John Drillot.
The possible hiding-places were few. But no one knows better than a Sark man what rocks can do in the way of slits and tunnels and caves, and it was just this possibility that had set John Drillot to his unwonted, and none too welcome, task. The murderer as he deemed Gard might have found some place unknown to any of them, and might be lying quietly waiting for them to go.
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