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By her constant association of the eyes with the disliked face of her brother's servant, she had unconsciously reached the conclusion that she had all along recognized the eavesdropper as Thalassa. "You say your brother was talking about some family matters at the time?" asked Inspector Dawfield, as she related that part of her story. "Yes," responded Mrs. Pendleton.
Who was likely to be prowling round Flint House in a storm except myself? I crept round the side of the house and looked through the kitchen window. "Thalassa's wife was in the kitchen, alone, with some playing cards spread out on the table in front of her. But before long the door leading into the passage opened, and Thalassa came in.
Remington said he didn't want to go back to England like that, but he'd sooner face it than run the risk of being stranded in that hell of a place. Turold answered he was not going back till he'd made a fortune. "Show me a more sensible plan than this, and I'm with you," Remington had replied. It was at this stage that Thalassa was seized with an inclination to thrust himself into the dialogue.
This aspect of the case struck Barrant as very strange and deep, because it failed to account for Sisily's subsequent flight. If Thalassa had jeopardized himself by keeping silence about her visit, and had returned the key to her father's room in order to create the idea of suicide, why had she dispelled the illusion by running away, bringing both her accomplice and herself into danger?
I left the dinner table as soon as I could, and hurried down to the station to catch the half-past seven wagonette to St. Fair. "I got out of the wagonette at the cross-roads, and walked over the moors. When I reached Flint House I knocked at the door, and Thalassa let me in.
Had Fate decreed her original mistake of taking a return ticket when she needed only a single one? She was at that moment inclined to think so. The question of its use was decided as soon as she saw it. The ticket would take her back to Cornwall and Thalassa. Thalassa would help and shield her. The gilt hands of a church clock opposite the square pointed to half-past eight.
Gradually they beat nearer until they made it a circular ragged high ridge jutting abruptly from a deep sullen sea, with a red glow showing fitfully in the smoke of the summit. There was an outer reef, but Thalassa knew the passage, and steered the ketch through a tortuous channel above sunken needle-pointed rocks to a little sheltered harbour inshore.
The body would have to be turned over before it was lifted, and the grip might have been made in pulling it over. We must find that out." "It's a point which can be settled at once by questioning Thalassa. He helped Pengowan carry the body into this room." "That is the very thing I do not wish to do," rejoined Barrant quickly. "We have to remember that Thalassa is, for the time being, suspect.
'Nobody will ever find out from me, Miss Sisily, he said. "Thalassa went back, across the moors, and I waited by the cross-roads till the wagonette came. When I got back to the hotel I went up to my room and to bed. I do not know what time it was next morning when my aunt came into my room, and told me that my father was dead. She did not tell me much.
As a topic of conversation it was as useful to master and servant as the weather is to most English people. That is to say, it helped them when they were wordbound. "Going down fast," replied Thalassa. "Then I suppose we are in for another rough night." "The glass is always going down in Cornwall, and we are always in for another rough night," responded the servitor curtly.
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