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Dorset.”
    Vera said:
    “It really is lovely here. The hills and the red earth and everything so green and luscious looking.”
    Philip Lombard said critically:
    “It's a bit shut in... I like open country myself. Where you can see what's coming...”
    General Macarthur said to him:
    “You've seen a bit of the world, I fancy?”
    Lombard shrugged his shoulders disparagingly.
    “I've knocked about here and there, sir.”
    He thought to himself: “He'll ask me now if I was old enough to be in the War. These old boys always do.”
    But General Macarthur did not mention the War.
    III
    They came up over a steep hill and down a zig-zag track to Sticklehaven - a mere cluster of cottages with a fishing boat or two drawn up on the beach.
    Illuminated by the setting sun, they had their first glimpse of Indian Island jutting up out of the sea to the south.
    Vera said, surprised:
    “It's a long way out.”
    She had pictured it differently, close to shore, crowned with a beautiful white house. But there was no house visible, only the boldly silhouetted rock with its faint resemblance to a giant Indian's head. There was something sinister about it. She shivered faintly.
    Outside a little inn, the Seven Stars, three people were sitting. There was the hunched elderly figure of the judge, the upright form of Miss Brent, and a third man - a big bluff man who came forward and introduced himself.
    “Thought we might as well wait for you,” he said. “Make one trip of it. Allow me to introduce myself. Name's Davis. Natal, South Africa's my natal spot, ha, ha!”
    He laughed breezily.
    Mr. Justice Wargrave looked at him with active malevolence. He seemed to be wishing that he could order the court to be cleared. Miss Emily Brent was clearly not sure if she liked colonials.
    “Any one care for a little nip before we embark?” asked Mr. Davis hospitably.
    Nobody assenting to this proposition, Mr. Davis turned and held up a finger.
    “Mustn't delay, then. Our good host and hostess will be expecting us,” he said.
    He might have noticed that a curious constraint came over the other members of the party. It was as though the mention of their host and hostess had a curiously paralyzing effect upon the guests.
    In response to Davis' beckoning finger, a man detached himself from a nearby wall against which he was leaning and came up to them. His rolling gait proclaimed him a man of the sea. He had a weather-beaten face and dark eyes with a slightly evasive expression. He spoke in his soft Devon voice.
    “Will you be ready to be starting for the island, ladies and gentlemen? The boat's waiting. There's two gentlemen coming by car, but Mr. Owen's orders was not to wait for them as they might arrive at any time.”
    The party got up. Their guide led them along a small stone jetty. Alongside it a motor boat was lying.
    Emily Brent said:
    “That's a very small boat.”
    The boat's owner said persuasively:
    “She's a fine boat, that, Ma'am. You could go to Plymouth in her as easy as winking.”
    Mr. Justice Wargrave said sharply:
    “There are a good many of us.”
    “She'd take double the number, sir.”
    Philip Lombard said in his pleasant easy voice:
    “It's quite all right. Glorious weather - no swell.”
    Rather doubtfully, Miss Brent permitted herself to be helped into the boat. The others followed suit. There was as yet no fraternizing among the party. It was as though each member of it was puzzled by the other members.
    They were just about to cast loose when their guide paused, boat-hook in hand.
    Down the steep track into the village a car was coming. A car so fantastically powerful, so superlatively beautiful that it had all the nature of an apparition. At the wheel sat a young man, his hair blown back by the wind. In the blaze of the evening light he looked, not a man, but a young God, a Hero God out of some Northern Saga.
    He touched the horn and a great roar of sound echoed from the rocks of the bay.
    It was a fantastic moment.