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Updated: June 20, 2025
The westerly wind was dead aft, which made us roll a bit; but we "carried on," with the ship covered with sail from truck to kelson and stu'n'sails all the way up both on our weather side and to leeward, as well as spinnakers and a lot of other things in the sail line whose names I can't remember.
The trio sat in silence till a few minutes before midnight, when Hamar rose, and, selecting a spot where the moonbeams lay thickest, placed thereon the tub of water, in which with its face uppermost he proceeded to float a small mirror, set in a cheap wooden frame. He then calmly produced a pocket knife. "What's that for?" Kelson inquired nervously. "Blood!" Hamar responded.
We've good news for you! haven't we, Matt?" Kelson nodded. "What is it, then?" Hamar grunted. "Have you both got cancer?" "No! We've come to borrow from you!" "Then you've come to the wrong shop! I'm about done, and unless something turns up mighty quick I shall clear out." "For good?"
Rather gruesome, but I am sure we must be all very glad to get the simple explanation. The only wonder is that no one thought of it before." "Muriel was sitting just at that end of the sofa when I proposed to her," Kelson said in a low voice to Gifford. "I am delighted the matter is so completely accounted for," his friend returned. "What fools we were ever to have taken it so tragically."
Henshaw's sharp scrutiny was immediately transferred from Morriston to his companions. "Can you, gentlemen, throw any light on the matter?" he asked sharply. "None at all, I am sorry to say," Kelson answered readily. "I may as well tell you how our very slight acquaintance with him came about." "If you please," Henshaw responded, in a tone more of command than request.
"What the deuce is wrong with you?" Hamar exclaimed. "Seen your grandmother's ghost?" "No! but I've seen the inner readings of that lady yonder," Kelson replied, indicating with a jerk of his finger a fashionably dressed woman walking towards them on the other side of the road.
The two mids and Kelson agreed to go in the boat, towing a light line. We watched them anxiously. The water tossed and foamed around them, and they had hard work to contend with the reflux of the sea. Earnestly I prayed that they might be protected and succeed, both for their sakes and ours.
Poor old Dick is in rather a way about it, and I must say the whole business is decidedly mysterious." Gifford was thinking keenly. "How did it come out? Who found the marks?" he asked. "Well," Kelson answered, "it appears that Edith Morriston's maid found them some days ago, in fact the day after a similar discovery had been made on Muriel's gown.
"Well, I'm glad that's settled, although it brings us no nearer towards solving the mystery of what happened overhead." "No," Kelson remarked. "It looks as though that was going to remain a mystery." The butler came in. "Major Freeman is here, sir," he said, "with Mr. Henshaw, and would like to speak to you." Morriston looked surprised. "Alfred has been very quick.
Kelson must marry Lilian Rosenberg, and by so doing, break the compact and overwhelm the trio in some sudden and dire catastrophe. But the marriage must take place within six months' time. How could that be arranged?
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