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Updated: July 2, 2025
At last it came about that there was only these two big 'uns left, lying like two beans on the bit o' rock, side by side. Before I could guess what was likely to happen Turold grabbed them up quick, and put them in his bottle. 'These two are mine, Thalassa's and mine, he said. 'You've had your share, Remington. Remington sprang from the rock quick as a snake. 'One's mine, he said.
Pendleton, with an obvious call on his courage, followed last. The lamp in Thalassa's hand burnt unsteadily, first flaming angrily, then flickering to a glimmer which brought them to a pause, one above the other on the stairs, listening intently, and looking into the darkness above. "His bedroom is open and empty," said Thalassa when they had reached the end of the passage above. "See!"
Thalassa's voice was edged with the craftiest caution. "She's sent you to me to ask for the truth, say you. 'Twould have been safer not. What else is there to say, when she's told you everything?" He cast a look of savage jealousy at the young man. "Much." Charles spoke rapidly, but his glance was despairing. "What happened while you were away from the house? What sent your wife mad?
Charles found himself looking down at Thalassa's brown muscular arm, corded with veins, stretched out on the rock by which he stood. It was as though it had been bared for his inspection, which was not, indeed, the case. If that arm could save Sisily, it was at her service. But what was the good of that? What was the good of his own efforts to help her?
Then I looked again, and it seemed like a man though I couldn't see his face." "Is that all?" Bitter disappointment rang in Charles's voice. "That might have been me. I was out on the rocks that night, close to Flint House." "'Tweren't you." Thalassa's reply was so low as to be almost inaudible. "I don't know who it was, but I'll take my Bible oath it weren't you." "Who was it then?"
A grim smile curved Thalassa's face as he uttered these words; the idea seemed to contain elements of humour for him. "They were diamonds, then?" said Charles curiously. "Ay; they were diamonds right enough. Him Turold said they were diamonds as soon as he uncorked one of the bottles and poured a few into the palm of his hand.
The ship which had buried the man there had gone down afterwards with all hands, so nobody knew about the diamonds except him. After that Remington became the chief questioner, Robert Turold merely looking on, his dark eyes frequently meeting Thalassa's. It seemed as though he must have realized that these last replies concealed a story better left unprobed.
Ravenshaw understood the motion and checked it with a gesture. "No need for that, either, Thalassa. There are other things to think about." Thalassa's hand dropped to his side. "You're right," he muttered. "Get on with your doctoring." "No not now," answered Ravenshaw sadly. "It's no use. She is dead." "Dead!" Thalassa stood overwhelmed.
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.
"He's come back, Thalassa he's come back." "He? Who?" "You know whom I mean well enough. It was " His voice sank suddenly, and he whispered a name in the man's ear. Thalassa's brown cheek paled slightly, but he answered quickly and roughly "What nonsense are you talking now? How can he have come back? How often must I tell you that he is dead?" "You mean that you thought he was dead, Thalassa.
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