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Saltash stretched his arms wide. "Well, I'm going ashore to-night. Who knows what the gods may send? Wish me luck!" Larpent surveyed the restless figure with a sort of stony humour. "I wish you a safe return," he said. Saltash laughed and went away along the deck with a monkey-like spring that was curiously characteristic of him. There was nothing of the sailor's steady poise about him.
Saltash laughed carelessly, flicking the ash from his cigarette. "I'll tell you that when I can show you the finished article. I'm keeping him below for the present. He's got a prize-fighter's eye which is not exactly an ornament. Like to have a look at him? You're ship's doctor." Larpent shrugged his shoulders. "P'raps I'd better. I'm not over-keen on sudden importations.
And you you've hated it so." "That's the tragic part of it," said Larpent. She brushed away her tears and tried to smile. "I wonder you bothered to tell me," she said. His hand closed almost unconsciously upon her arm. "I had to tell you," he said. "It's a thing you ought to know." He hesitated a moment, then concluded with obvious effort. "And I wanted to offer you my help."
It was he who killed Rozelle. The girl in the gallery with you Toby was her daughter and mine. You heard Rozelle cry out when she saw her. She never spoke again." Larpent ceased to speak. He was no longer looking at Saltash. The far vision seemed to have caught his gaze again. He stared beyond. Saltash watched him with working brows. "Are you wanting to lay claim to the girl?" he asked abruptly.
"What is her name?" said Mrs. Selwyn. "Larpent," answered he: "Lady Louisa Larpent, sister of Lord Orville." "Lord Orville!" repeated I, all amazement. "Yes, Ma'am; his Lordship is coming with her. I have had certain information. They are to be at the Honourable Mrs. Beaumont's. She is a relation of my Lord's, and has a very fine house upon Clifton Hill."
"Aren't you enjoying yourself?" grinned Saltash. Larpent looked sardonic. Saltash took up the whisky decanter. "My worthy buccaneer, you don't know when you're lucky. If I had a reputation like yours " He broke off, still grinning. "Well, it's no use crying over spilt milk, is it? Let's spill some whisky instead! Say when!" Larpent watched him, frowning. "Thanks! That's enough.
Saltash was looking supremely ironical. "Perhaps new," he said. "More likely very old. His name is Larpent, and he is the captain of my yacht." "We will watch from the gallery," said Saltash. Toby looked up at him with quick gratitude. "There won't be so many people there," she said. He frowned at her, but his look was quizzical.
Saltash treated him with a careless generosity that veiled a good deal of consideration. He never questioned him with regard to his past, taking him for granted in a fashion that set Toby completely at ease. No one else had much to do with him. Larpent ignored him, and Murray the steward regarded him with a deep suspicion that did not make for intimacy. And Toby was happy.
A life-buoy hanging beside the hatch caught his eye as he glanced swiftly around and in a second he pounced upon it. Toby slipped from his shoulder as he bent, and slipping awoke. But he only lay and stared with dazed eyes at the man frantically unlashing the rope, as one who looked on from afar. Then Larpent was with them again.
When Saltash went down to dress for dinner, he found his clothes laid out as usual, but no Toby in attendance. His first impulse was to look for him, but he checked it and dressed in solitude. This thing must be conducted in the approved judicial manner at all costs. Larpent was stolidly awaiting him in the saloon, and they sat down together.
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