The Thousandth Woman

eir turn they shimmered on the sleek silken arm of sleeping sea. It was a midsummer night, lagging a whole season behind its fellows. But

the patriotic platitudes which become the homing tourist who has seen no foreign land to touch his own. But one who had seen more than sights and cities, one who had been ten years buried in the bush, one with such yarns to spin

own, but in what there was sat Cazalet like a soul in torment. All the vultures of the night before, of his dreadful dream, and of the poignant reminiscences to

s if he had not slept, after all, since his nightmare; almost as if he could not trust himself to sleep again. His face was pale, even in that torrid zone between the latitudes protected in the bush by beard and wide-awake. And he jumped to his feet as suddenly as the screw stopped for the first time; but that might have been just the curio

eed it prevented him from observing. It was instantaneously clear that Toye was astounded, thrille

re and Cazalet still shaken by his dream. "I guess you've got i

ps. As a rule there was dignity in that deliberation; it never for a moment, or for any ordinary moment, suggested want of confidence, for example. It could even dignify some outworn modes of transatlantic spe

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eet-but into his heavy stare there came a gleam of leaden wisdom. "This was Th

funeral's been to-day. I don't know, but that seems to me just abou

ed Cazalet.

s the paper; better read it for yourself. I'm glad he wasn't a friend

me, which was apparently a profound mystery, had been timed to within a minute of its commission did not appear among the latest particulars. No arrest had been made. No clue was mentioned, beyond the statement that the police were still searching for a definite instrument with which it was evidently assumed that the deed had been committed. There was in fact a close description of an unusual weapon, a special constable's very specia

heon! He had it mounted and inscribed himself, so that it shouldn't be forgotten

h type holds due from itself after any excess of feeling. Toye also was h

?" he speculated. "I bet it

could it

urderers don't trust to chance weap

Cazalet, "that he w

. "I guess I skipped some. Where does

in some sort of triumph, "'have now been furnished with a full description of the missing watch and trinkets

rob and murder him in his own home? But when you've brained a man, because you couldn't keep you

omething more. Cazalet could not tear his blue eyes from the penetrating pair that met them

y chance, are you?" cried Caza

I might do something at it. If things don't go my way in your old country, and they put up a big e

and in their lives. Yet surely Cazalet was less depressed than he had been before landing; the old English ale in a pewter tankard even elicited a few of those anecdotes and piquant comparisons in which his conversation was at its best. It was at its worst on general questions, or on concrete topics not introduced by himself; and into this categor

column before sitting down to supper, flatly decl