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Updated: May 28, 2025
4:15 Had Mrs. P. bring telephone book: six Llewellyns in the book; no Eliza Shaeffer. Ladley appears more cheerful since Bronson's visit. He has bought all the evening papers and is searching for something. Has not found it. 7:00 Ate well. Have asked Mrs. P. to take my place here, while I interview the six Llewellyns. 11:00 Mrs. P. reports a quiet evening. He read and smoked. Has gone to bed.
I'm sick of it all. That old liar Morton has made my good name black in Tahiti. Everybody knows the Llewellyns. God damn him! I ought to have killed him when he threatened me in the Tiare!" He took my untouched glass of Dr. Funk, and gulped the mixture, nervously. Then he stood up unsteadily. "I don't get any sleep," he said, as if to himself, wearily. "I'm going to my shop and lie down."
The door of the Llewellyns' cottage opened, and Beatrice appeared. Instantly Elizabeth withdrew to such a position that she could see without being seen, and, standing as though irresolute, awaited events. Beatrice turned and took the road that led to the beach. Then Elizabeth's irresolution disappeared. She also turned and took the road to the cliff, walking very fast.
Light burning. Saw five Llewellyns. None of them knew Bronson or Ladley. Sixth a lawyer out at revival meeting. Went to the church and walked home with him. He knows something. Acknowledged he knew Bronson. Had met Ladley. Did not believe Mrs. Ladley dead. Regretted I had not been to the meeting. Good sermon. Asked me for a dollar for missions. 9:00 A.M. Sunday. Ladley in bad shape.
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