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Updated: May 18, 2025
If I were going to keep up the part of suspicious stranger at the Rendall's, at all events to begin with, what account of my arrival should I give? In fact, I would probably not be allowed even to stay and look on. And this was not mere selfish desire for glory and excitement. I was quite capable of seeing that my tale might not convince older and wiser people as thoroughly as it convinced myself.
"I happen to know for certain of Dr. Rendall and his cousin Mr. Philip Rendall or rather Mr. Philip Rendall's farmer, but from all I saw and all I heard I fancy the difficulty will be to find a house that did not sell something." He nodded thoughtfully. "That's exactly the difficulty," he said, and then he rose and held out his hand. "Goodnight, Mr.
Rendall's mansion I never doubted. I saw now that it was not a really big house, but it was large compared with the small farm houses, and its utterly bare situation and the way in which it was set on a slight rise in the ground made it seem obviously the "big hoose" I was looking for. But somehow or other at the sight of it my spirits were instantly damped.
What I did do was to thank her and assure her I trusted her, in words that I think she knew were sincere; and arrange to see her accidentally next day. And then I set off for my sanatorium with thoughts that were not in the least of the detective type. It was Jean Rendall's eyes, voice, smile and face herself from her hair to her ankles that filled my mind as I hummed my way home.
But I trust he wasn't a friend of yours, Miss Rendall?" "Not a particular friend. But why do you think he was unpleasant?" "Oh, only from Dr. Rendall's references to him only from that, I assure you," said Mr. Hobhouse with propitiating eagerness. "Really?" said she, her eyes opening. There was no doubt that this information genuinely surprised her.
Rendall's charge, there being no pubs in Ransay and many in the island he came from. I find that it is by no means unusual to send thirsty souls to publess isles, and beyond the fact that O'Brien came up very 'convanient' for this war and is pretty free with his tongue on the subject of England's sins and shortcomings, there is really nothing positive against the man.
"Oh, the usual kind, that he was seen flashing lights on the shore and carrying petrol tins. But you can believe as much of them as you like." "And have your cousins no theory? They apparently saw a good deal of him." "My cousin Philip says frankly he is absolutely beaten by the whole performance. Jean well girls are rum things." "What are Miss Rendall's views then?" I enquired.
He was only in the house about five minutes, for when he discovered his mistake or what he said was his mistake he went off. And that is all I saw of him personally." "But did he go to Mr. Rendall's then?" The doctor nodded. "He turned up there and spent two or three nights in the house. The chap had the impudence of the devil.
He hailed me on the road yesterday and asked for a match. I imagine he must live somewhere near the doctor's house." She looked very thoughtful for a moment and then said: "There is no one in the island with tinted spectacles, and nobody in the least like that living anywhere near Dr. Rendall's." I looked at her sharply. "Are you quite sure?"
Mackenzie regarded me over Miss Rendall's shoulder with a sternly suspicious glance. Evidently he had heard ill of me already, and hope burned higher. If the minister had heard dark rumours, surely the spies had! We passed again through many eyes in the kirkyard, and then the Rev. Mr. Mackenzie and the laird walked together for a short way and I found myself alone with Miss Jean.
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