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Updated: May 22, 2025
Glass had fallen forward in a faint, striking his forehead against the edge of the chest, and lay face downward with the blood oozing from his temple and discolouring the sand. As the Doctor paused and bent over him, another wave came rippling up the beach, throwing a long, thin curve of foam before it, and washed out the stain. "Is is he dead?" I heard Plinny's voice quavering.
Rogers, on Plinny's left, had turned his chair sideways and was listening too; and at the lower end of the board a tall epergue of silver partially hid the form of Mr. Goodfellow. "Yes, indeed, I ought to have told you," went on the Doctor's voice. "But really no recovery could be expected. The man's heart was utterly diseased."
I had stepped out into the lane, and was staring over the stile into the green gloom of the coppice, when I heard Plinny's voice calling to me from the house, and I had half turned to hail in answer when my eyes fell on the upper bar of the stile. Across the edge of it ran a dark brown smear a smear which I recognized for dried blood. "Harry! Harry dear!" "Plinny!"
Suddenly it came into my head that by gaining the upper end of the ridge, where it met the cliff, I could wriggle under these creepers, and observe from behind them all that went on, as well on the next beach as on this. And with another glance at Plinny's back I tiptoed away.
I opened my eyes again, cautiously, little by little. The Doctor was filling Plinny's glass. Having filled it, he pushed the decanters towards Mr. Rogers, and turned to say a word to Miss Belcher, on his right. No; there was time. It had not happened yet. I wanted to start up and scream aloud. But some power, stronger than my will, held me down against the sofa-cushion.
Who was it first heard the secret from Captain Coffin? And this man doesn't even consult me doesn't think me worth a civil word! I'll be shot if I stand it!" I wound up, pacing the deck in my rage. Just then Plinny's voice called up to us from the cabin, announcing that dinner was ready.
From the edge a slope of loose stones ran down to the bottom of the cleft, where a thin stream of water trickled. The stones slid with me, but not dangerously; and as we scurried down I in my thick boots, she in her diminutive dancing-shoes I heard Plinny's voice join with Captain Branscome's in calling my name.
"Excuse me, ma'am," said Captain Branscome, as the dinghy fell alongside and he climbed on deck. "I have no wish to alarm you, and, indeed, there may be no cause at all for alarm. But Harry has brought us some serious news. He reports that there is a man a stranger on the Island." "How could Harry have known?" was Plinny's unexpected response.
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