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Updated: June 23, 2025
"As an older acquaintance of your late wife's than even you were," I began, "you must let me say to you something I have on my mind. I shall be glad to make any terms with you that you see fit to name for the information she must have had from George Corvick the information you know, that had come to him, poor chap, in one of the happiest hours of his life, straight from Hugh Vereker."
Of course I would really have done nothing of the sort. I remained five minutes, while my companions talked of the new book, and when Drayton Deane appealed to me for my opinion of it I replied, getting up, that I detested Hugh Vereker simply couldn't read him. I went away with the moral certainty that as the door closed behind me Deane would remark that I was awfully superficial.
How thrilling. Do tell us all about it," cried a pretty, kittenish little woman whose name I did not know. Strange how some women have an absolutely ghoulish taste for horrors! "Give him a chance, Mrs. Vereker," interposed Jim hastily, with his accustomed good nature. "He hasn't had a drink yet. Moselle cup, Maurice, or a long peg?"
I was just reflecting in truth that this interminable board would deprive ME of one when the guest next me, dear woman she was Miss Poyle, the vicar's sister, a robust unmodulated person had the happy inspiration and the unusual courage to address herself across it to Vereker, who was opposite, but not directly, so that when he replied they were both leaning forward.
She grabbed it away from them again on the reappearance of Hugh Vereker, who after our walk had been upstairs to change something. "I know you don't in general look at this kind of thing, but it's an occasion really for doing so. You haven't seen it? Then you must. The man has actually got at you, at what I always feel, you know."
It came back to me in a mystifying manner that in Kensington Square, when I mentioned that Corvick would have told the girl he loved, some word had dropped from Vereker that gave colour to this possibility. There might be little in it, but there was enough to make me wonder if I should have to marry Mrs. Corvick to get what I wanted.
He was moreover in love with the young lady: perhaps the two together would puzzle something out. Vereker seemed struck with this. "Do you mean they're to be married?" "I dare say that's what it will come to." "That may help them," he conceded, "but we must give them time!"
"Why, Jerry!" I exclaimed. "O Jerry Jarvis, you come like an angel of heaven!" "Lord!" exclaimed the Tinker, grasping my hands very hard. "Lord love you, Mr. Vereker " "Call me Perry as you used." "Why, then here's j'y, Perry but as to angels, who ever see an angel in cord breeches an' patched at that! But God bless us all what should bring you hereabouts " "Love, Jerry love " "You mean Anna?"
Finding it impossible to persuade her, though, to open the door of the cabin, which was bolted and barred within, the skipper sang out to me to go on deck and ask Elsie Vereker to come down and try what she could do, thinking that the obstinate prisoner would doubtless recognise the girl's voice and so, through her means, be made more amenable to reason. No sooner said than done.
"Aye, aye, colonel, you shall have one, and a good one too, and so shall all those who know how to use a pistol properly; but, for close hand-to- hand fighting, I prefer cold steel myself." Colonel Vereker joined in the skipper's grim chuckle, which suited his mood well. "Yes, sir, that's true," he rejoined; "but a revolver isn't to be sneezed at, all the same!"
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