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Updated: June 21, 2025
He apologized for this vagueness of description on the plea that one girl was very like another to a man who saw them in droves every day, as he did. But one or two minute particulars of her dress which he was able to supply convinced Charles that he had seen Sisily.
He saw her white face sharply uplifted in the darkness, and caught the startled gleam of her dark eyes. Then she recognized him. "You!" she breathed. "Oh, Charles, how did you find me?" "It was chance, Sisily but no, it was something deeper and stranger than chance." He spoke in a tone of passionate conviction. "I have been walking London day and night, seeking for you.
Pendleton's suspicion of Thalassa rested on nothing more substantial than feminine prejudice, an unreasoning impulse of dislike which would leave few men alive if it always carried capital punishment in its train. The substitution of Sisily for Thalassa provided a convincing motive for murder.
In the morning they were found the wife, and the husband who had been called from the depth of the sea, floating together in one of the sea caverns at the base of the Moon Rock, their white faces tangled in the red seaweed which streaked the green surging water like blood. Sisily knew this story, and believed it to be true.
She had not spoken once during the drive from Flint House to Penzance, and she sat through dinner with a still white face, silent, and hardly eating anything. Mrs. Pendleton supposed Sisily was fretting over her mother, but she did not understand a girl whose grief took the form of silence and stillness.
Pendleton turned away in perplexity, and walked up the passage to the front door. There her eye fell on the figure of Charles Turold, lounging moodily over the gate, smoking a cigarette. She walked down the flinty path and touched his arm. "Would you mind going and looking for Sisily?" she said. "She is out on the cliffs, Thalassa says."
Brierly's disclosure it seemed a condition precedent to the elucidation of the mystery to substitute Charles Turold for Thalassa as the person whose undisciplined love for Sisily had led him to shoot her father to shield her name. Nor was it incredible to suppose that he had remained in Cornwall to cover her flight in the hope of diverting suspicion from her.
He would not be worthy of Sisily if he lost heart because the odds were against him. Fortune's wheel might have a lucky turn in store for him. He beckoned a passing taxi-cab. "Euston Square," he said as he entered. That was obviously the next point of his search. But Fortune vouchsafed him no more favours that day.
"What do you mean by that?" he asked. "If you will come to Flint House I will show you." Mr. Brimsdown stroked the cautious chin of an old man plunged into a situation which he could not fathom. "Would it not be better to consult the police first?" he temporized. "The police are now searching the country for Sisily, and there is no time to be lost."
"It is Aunt calling me," she said, "I must go. Good-bye." "Is it good-bye, then?" "It must be. But I shall often think of you." He had the unforgettable sensation of two soft burning lips touching the hand which hung at his side, and turned swiftly but too late. She was speeding along the rocky pathway which led to the house. "Wait, Sisily!" he cried. A seabird's mournful cry was the only answer.
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