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"It was handed to me as we landed. The messenger went off again at once, but I assumed of course it was from you." "Roger!" thundered my uncle. "Who have you taken into your confidence?" His eye turned manacingly on the doctor and I hastened to intervene. "Dr. Rendall Sir Francis Merton," I introduced. "But it certainly wasn't Dr. Rendall who sent these messages.
But I wonder very much whether any possible reader of this account, given what I knew up to this point, can honestly say that he would have put that question? Well, I got home and sat down to high tea with Dr. Rendall, and of course he began to talk of the Uruguay's visit. Even if nothing else had happened afterwards, such an event would have given Ransay food for several days' conversation.
The runner was barely twenty yards away by now and I heard her gasp as she stopped abruptly. "Miss Rendall?" I said. The next moment she had rushed up to me, her eyes sparkling, her voice coming in pants. "Mr. Merton!" she panted and then her eyes fell on the others. "They've come then I'm so glad! forgive me for wiring but look!" She handed me something small and long-shaped.
Rendall last summer was not, I believe, very interested in antiquities," he observed. "Did you know him, Miss Rendall? Mr. O'Brien was his name, I believe." "Yes," she said, "I knew Mr. O'Brien." There was certainly no trace of any feeling, whether of like or dislike, in her voice. "Not a very pleasant fellow, I believe," Mr. Hobhouse went on. "At least I should judge not; I should gather not.
With the aid of the doctor's razors and the doctor's medical skill I finally got rid of the beard and the dye about 2 a.m. and went to sleep a clean-shaved blonde once more. During breakfast next morning, I noticed more than once my uncle's eyes fixed on me in a very significant way, and Dr. Rendall seemed to notice it too, for when breakfast was over he tactfully left us to ourselves.
The breeze had almost quite died away, the sea glimmered through a heat haze, and the colours of the wild flowers were brighter than any palette. I came down shaved, but found Miss Rendall still cool, and her father as inaccessible as ever. "Anyhow," I consoled myself by reflecting, "I have eliminated my bristles as a cause for my unpopularity. They have something else on their minds!"
Hobhouse all this time to adjust himself to this question, but I think he managed it not unsuccessfully. "The ah? Oh, yes, oh, yes. The doctor told me the story. Most mysterious most mysterious! What do you make of it yourself, Miss Rendall?" "Did the doctor tell you that I once walked with him along this very shore? It was at night too, and he was armed with a pistol!"
"Were you far from the wall above the beach." "Not very." "And I suppose there were lots of rocks about?" "The usual supply." "Then some one was behind either the wall or the rocks and you were overheard! That's how you were found out!" "Miss Rendall," I said, "you arrive at solutions by such brilliant short cuts that I feel like an old cart horse stumbling along out of sight behind you.
Take that night on the shore when Miss Rendall escorted me armed with a pistol and her father joined her at the very place and the very time when the attack was made on me. As to its being an imaginary attack, my last doubts dissipated when I was fired at next day. Then as to the idea of Mr.
Captain Rendall was a well-educated, intelligent, brave, and, I feel sure, a truly religious man. I may say, without more than justice, that he was the father of his crew. His father had been in the same service before him for many years; and he had the advantage of his experience, to which he added the knowledge he himself had gained.
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