Greensea Island: A Mystery of the Essex CoastBridges, Victor
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Greensea Island: A Mystery of the Essex Coast
Bridges, Victor
Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
I took his advice, accepting at the same time the somewhat battered
silver flask which Bobby lugged out hastily from an inside pocket.
It was full of neat brandy, and, having gulped down a generous
mouthful, I proceeded to give them a compressed but faithful
description of the evening's entertainment. The whole recital only
occupied a short while, for in spite of its amazing nature neither of
them attempted to interrupt me.
"So you see what comes of not keeping your appointments, Robert," I
finished. "The diamonds have gone; here am I with a cracked
collar-bone, and----"
A sudden sound attracted our attention, and we all three turned round
abruptly. Christine was standing at the head of the staircase, with
her hand on the banister. Dressed in an old sailing jersey of mine,
with a pair of white flannel trousers rolled up over her bare feet
and ankles, she presented such a delightfully unexpected picture that
for perhaps a couple of seconds none of us moved or spoke.
"Let me introduce you," I said. "Christine, this is Bobby, and this
is Inspector Campbell. I have just been telling them how you saved
my life."
She came down the staircase, and with a simultaneous movement both my
companions started forward to meet her. Bobby, however, arrived
first.
"Put it there," he exclaimed, burying her slender hand in his huge
brown fist. "I told Jack he'd got a prize-packet, and, by God! it's
the truth."
Campbell's greeting was a shade more formal
"You're a very gallant young lady, miss, and I'm proud and honoured
to make your acquaintance."
With shining eyes Christine looked from one to the other of them.
"I knew that you wouldn't fail us," she said. Then, coming towards
me, she added eagerly: "But what are we waiting for? Why don't we
start at once?"
I got up from my chair.
"Christine's right," I cried. "How about your launch, Bobby? Has
anything gone wrong with her?"
"Gone wrong with her!" he echoed indignantly. "Of course it hasn't."
"Then why were you late?" I demanded.
"I was kept for an hour at that cursed office. There was some
Admiralty business that had to be attended to."
Christine turned to him, her face alight with excitement.
"We have still time." she said. "If we can catch them up before
they get to Holland----"
She was interrupted by Campbell.
"She's talking sense, the young lady," he exclaimed. "They can't be
very far ahead of us, and there's twenty thousand pounds reward if we
get the stones."
"It's my uncle's life I'm thinking of," declared Christine
passionately.
Campbell made an obvious effort to appear sympathetic.
"Never fear, miss," he rejoined. "We'll bring him back to you and
the diamonds as well."
"I am coming too," said Christine quietly.
The Inspector stared at her in dismay.
"But, my dear young lady----" he began.
"You may as well save your breath, Campbell," I remarked. "If three
hundred yards of water can't stop Miss de Roda----"
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