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Updated: June 24, 2025
Strange dreads and doubts filled Hunston's mind, dread of the future, dread of a lingering illness through his arm, which daily grew worse, dread of death, which he felt convinced must be the end, and doubts whether eventually his enemy Harkaway would not triumph.
"Well, in the first place," was Hunston's reply, "our letters to old Mole and to the girl Marietta were perfectly successful." "Of course." "The vanity of the one, and the conceit of the other, made it an easy matter." "It did." "I saw the interview from a snug place of concealment, and took care to let her know it." "How?" "By humming her song which you heard her sing up at the villa."
"When I woke up, I heard two persons conversing close by the green arbour where I sat." "Yes." "Two familiar voices." "Ha!" exclaimed Harkaway, eagerly. "Now guess," said Mole, "who the two familiar voices belonged to?" "Can't." "Out with it." "One of the voices," said Mr. Mole, "was Hunston's, the other was " "Toro's?" "No." "No! Whose then?" "Marietta's." "Marietta what, the maid here?" "Yes."
"I feel incensed at this deed for its brutality, and for exposing all the band to risks and dangers for the sole purpose of gratifying their revenge." "Theirs; you mean Hunston's?" "No; for Toro was interested also in it." "Toro, Toro," muttered Martin; "why, the name sounds, familiar to me. Of course. They knew this Toro in Italy, I remember.
The patient slept, and would not have awakened probably for two hours had not the two negroes Sunday and Monday set up a most unearthly, moaning noise. The pitch was low but thrilling, and not the pleasantest thing for a man to hear with a conscience laden with guilt as was the wretched man Hunston's. The sick man was for some time oblivious of the sounds which were going on for his special ear.
Lirico was barely cold in his grave for an offence which, beside that of Hunston's, was a mere paltry pilfering. The secret was in great danger now. What should he do? What would be better than to cast doubt and derision upon Harkaway's dark menaces.
Now, during this brief but painful business, Hunston's thoughts ran right ahead of the present dilemma. He endeavoured to realise some of the possible consequences of it. The arrest was, he felt assured, illegal. What then? What could result from such a proceeding? Would they detain him? Could they? that was the question.
"Listen to the skipper," added another of the crew. "To let him off scot free would be to encourage insubordination and mutiny, in fact." "Then I leave it to you, captain," said Harkaway; "I shall not interfere in your management of the ship." Hunston's heart sank. "Get rid of him at once," suggested Harvey. "How?" "Lower him in a boat; provision it for a month and set him adrift." "Good."
Stanhope's identity came out too late last night for the Gazette to obtain an interview. With him on the yacht is a 'Mr. Maginnis, representing himself as a wealthy New Yorker and a 'student of government. Both gentlemen, it is said, are claimed as allies by Hunston's new 'Reform party."
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