no less than my first impression of his delightful frankness and cordiality, by candidly telling me what was on his mind.
“If you really want a cottage in the country,” said he, “and the most absolute peace and quiet to be got in this world, I know of the very hing on my land in Lancashire. It would drive me mad in a week; but if you really care for that sort of thing - “
“An occupied cottage?” I interrupted.
“Yes; a couple rent it from me, very decent people of the name of Braithwaite. The man
The voices of the night came back to me - the curses and the cries. Yes, I must have heard them. In memory now I recognized the voice of the chief mate, but there again came in the assisted imagination. Yet I was not so sure of this as before. I thought of Santos and his horrible heavy cane. Good God!