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And while I ate, I told her briefly where I had been, and what had kept me so long, and touched but lightly on the matter of Torode, for I saw that was not what she would care to hear. "And Carette?" I asked. "I know she is well, for Aunt Jeanne told me so;" and she looked up quickly, and I hastened to add, "We had to pass Beaumanoir, and I left Helier Le Marchant there.
"Ah then, you've not heard. George Hamon was in from Guernsey. He says you are to get the reward offered by the London Merchants for the upsetting of Monsieur Torode." "And who better, mon gars? If it hadn't been for you, he'd be there yet gobbling their ships at his will. Now don't you be a fool, my dear. Take what the good God sends you with a good grace.
Black Boy watched him viciously, with white gleams in his eyes, and winced at sound of the switch. But before Torode had made up his mind, Jeanne Falla's sharp voice called from the gate, "Now then, you two, the coffee's getting cold. Come in and eat while you have the chance."
When we came out at last on the cliffs the sea lay below us as smooth as a clouded mirror. It would mean a toilsome passage, but toil was nothing compared with Torode. We walked rapidly along till we came to a village, which we learned, afterwards, was not Carteret but Surtainville.
"Not for long," nodded my grandfather, with assurance. "We must give Monsieur Torode business of his own to attend to nearer home. Once Peter Port knows all we know, his fat will be in the fire." "And the sooner the better," said Carette. "And Krok?" I asked, tardily enough, though not through lack of thought of him. "Your grandfather thinks he must have broken a blood-vessel yesterday.
For the last time I had seen that grim black face which was also the first time he was leaning over the rock wall of Herm, watching me steadfastly as I pulled away from him towards Peter Port, and his face was stamped clear on my memory for all time. It was Torode of Herm, and in a flash I saw to the bottom of his treachery and my own great peril.
It is not after my health you came to enquire, monsieur?" "No, sir. It is this. I have decided to go privateering, and I want to go with the best man. I am told Torode of Herm is the best, and that you can tell me more about him than anyone else." "Ah Torode! Yes, he is a very clever man is Torode a clever man, and very successful. And privateering is undoubtedly the game nowadays.
But Torode himself got away. Maybe we'll find him here somewhere." I had not given the man in George Hamon's cave a thought for hours past, but this sudden reminder brought my mind round to him, and me to my feet, with a jerk. He was my father I could not doubt it, though belief was horrible. He was a scoundrel beyond most. He lay there stricken by my hand.
He seems pleased to have me too, and that's something." "I'd much sooner think of you with him," said my mother. "I know nothing of Monsieur Torode, but nobody seems to like him." George Hamon said much the same thing, and spoke highly of John Ozanne as a cautious seaman, which I well knew him to be. Jeanne Falla laughed heartily when I told her of my visit to Brecqhou, which I did very fully.
As we passed some windmills, and came swinging down towards the western coast, soon after midnight, he gave a cheerful "Hourra!" and in reply to my stare, cried, "The wind, man! It's as dead as St. Magloire. Monsieur Torode will never get round La Hague like this." "It will come again with the sun, maybe," I said. "Then the quicker we get home the better," and we hurried on.
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