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Updated: June 16, 2025
The high-waisted Empire gown of soft green voile made her appear taller than usual. But she walked with a little shuffle which suggested that her ribbon-strapped slippers fitted her no better than Val's boots did him. Charity was coaxing Ricky's tight fashionable curls into a looser arrangement and tying a green ribbon about them. This done, she turned to survey Val.
Save when they were the subject of conversation, he was as out of his element as a coal-miner at the ballet. "We should explain the reason for this this rather abrupt call." He fingered his brief-case, which he still clutched, nervously. "Down to business already." Holmes seated himself on the arm of Ricky's chair. "Very well, out with it."
We shall probably have more of it within the immediate future. So I want you, Ricky, to go to town. Madame LeFleur has very kindly offered to put you up " Each tiny curl on Ricky's head seemed to bristle with indignation. "Oh, no you don't, Rupert Ralestone! You don't get me away from here when there are exciting things going on.
"They've heard! They're coming!" Ricky's voice shrilled until it became a scream. "Val, we're found!" A clod was loosened somewhere above them and crashed upon the wreckage. Would the efforts of their rescuers bring on another slide? "Be quiet, Ricky," Val croaked a warning, "it's still moving." Then there came the sharp clink of metal against stone.
Rupert dropped down upon the wide arm of Ricky's chair and with her only too willing aid set to work. Val eyed them drowsily.
Save for themselves, a tangle of rotting rope in a far corner, and two lively black beetles, it was empty. "Val," Ricky's throaty whisper reached him, "can't you guess what this is? The first pirate Ralestone's storage-house!" It was a likely enough explanation though nothing could have been stored there very long; the place was too damp.
Lucy touched Ricky's hand and then, for all her weight, bobbed a curtsy. "Dat's all right, Miss 'Chanda, yo' is ouah folks." Letty-Lou stayed. Val braced himself against the back of the roadster's seat and struggled to hold the car to a road which was hardly more than a cart track.
"You certainly have done a fine job of ruining that!" Val surpassed Ricky's jump by a good inch. By the old bake oven stood a woman. A disreputable straw hat with a raveled brim was pulled down over her untidy honey-colored hair and she was rolling up the sleeves of a stained smock to bare round brown arms. "It's very plain to the eye that you're no gardener," she continued pleasantly.
"You'd know this Boss and Red again, wouldn't you?" "Of course." "Then you'll probably have a chance to identify them." There was a grim look about Rupert's jaw. "Ricky's told me all that you overheard. I don't know what it means but I've heard enough for me to get in touch with LeFleur. He'll be out tomorrow morning. And once we get something to work on "
"Mistuh Val," she said, "dat Jeems boy done wan' to see yo'all." "Bother Jeems!" Val exploded, his eyes on Ricky's back. But he stepped into the bedroom where the swamper was still imprisoned by Lucy's orders. The boy was propped up on his pillows, looking out of the window. His body was tense. At the sound of Val's step he turned his bandaged head. "Can't yo' git me outa heah?" he demanded.
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