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Updated: June 3, 2025
She was looking out of the window, towards the stone terrace, already conscious that the scene that she had witnessed there would never be effaced from her memory while she had life. After a little pause Mark Ruthine spoke. "No," he answered, "it was not that. Your son was not responsible for his actions when he did it. I think I can prove that. I do not yet know what it was. It was very singular.
But many watched him half interestedly, and perhaps a few divined the great calm impatience beneath the suppressed quiet of his manner. "That man Jem Agar is dangerous," the Doctor had said to the Captain more than once, and Mark Ruthine was not often egregiously mistaken in such matters. "Um!" replied the Captain of the Mahanaddy. "There is an uncanny calm."
"No," answered Norah, rather indifferently. "You will some day all the world will. Stellasis is one of our great men in India. Mrs. Stellasis is a great lady." This was a prophecy. They went on deck, and Mark Ruthine effected the introduction.
The old cunning look came into her eyes, and her quick, truthless mind was evidently on the alert. There was something animal-like in Mrs. Agar; but she was of the lower order of animal, that seeks to defend its young by cunning and not by sheer bravery. Ruthine must have guessed at something, for he said at once: "Remember what you have told me. You will have to repeat that exactly.
Ruthine went to the side table and opened some bottles. "Whisky?" he inquired, with curt hospitality, "or anything else your fancy may paint, down to tea." Agar rose to pour out his own allowance, and for a moment the two men stood together. With the critical eye of a soldier, which seems to weigh flesh and blood, he looked his host for the time being up and down.
Instinctively they followed, and as they came up to the group where Ruthine was kneeling over Seymour Michael, while Jem dragged Arthur away, they heard the Doctor say "Agar, get the ladies away. This man is dead. Look sharp, man! They mustn't see this." And Jem barred their way with one hand, while he held his half-brother with the other. For love in sequel works with fate.
Cut me up wonderfully for a few minutes. That is saying a lot in these days." Agar laughed. "It is very kind of you to say so," he said rather awkwardly. "And I," added Dr. Ruthine from behind the whisky and soda tray, in the deliberate voice of a man who is saying something with an effort, "felt that it was a pity. That is how it struck me a pity."
Seymour Michael gave an uneasy little laugh, which met with no response whatever. The two taller men exchanged a glance over his head. Up to that moment Jem Agar had hoped for the best. He had a greater faith in human nature than Mark Ruthine had managed to retain. "Have you or have you not told those people whom you swore to me that you would tell, out there, that night?" asked Jem.
"He made a great point of secrecy," continued Agar, "which at the time I thought to be for my safety. But now I see otherwise; Ruthine has pointed it out to me. If I had never come back he would have said nothing, and would thus have escaped the odium of having sent a man to certain death.
There was something grand and terrifying in that white heat which burned in his eyes and drove the blood from his lips. Seymour Michael came forward with his pleasant smile, waving his hand in greeting to Jem and to Ruthine, whom he knew. Jem shook hands with him. "I'm all right, thanks," he said curtly, in answer to Seymour Michael's inquiry.
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