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IV
The boat churned its way round the rock. Now at last the house came into
view. The south side of the island was quite different. It shelved gently
down to the sea. The house was there facing south—low and square and
modern-looking with rounded windows letting in all the light.
An exciting house—a house that lived up to expectation!
Fred Narracott shut off the engine, they nosed their way gently into a
little natural inlet between rocks.
Philip Lombard said sharply:
‘Must be difficult to land here in dirty weather.’
Fred Narracott said cheerfully:
‘Can’t land on Soldier Island when there’s a south-easterly. Sometimes
’tis cut off for a week or more.’
Vera Claythorne thought:
domestic problems are so worrying.’
The boat grated against the rocks. Fred Narracott jumped out and he
and Lombard helped the others to alight. Narracott made the boat fast to a
ring in the rock. Then he led the way up steps cut in the cliff.
General Macarthur said:
‘Ha! delightful2 spot!’
But he felt uneasy. Damned odd sort of place.
the house itself was really most attractive, the view from the terrace mag-
nificent…
haired and very respectable. He said:
‘Will you come this way, please.’
In the wide hall drinks stood ready. Rows of bottles. Anthony Marston’s
spirits cheered up a little. He’d just been thinking this was a rum kind of
let him in for this? However, the drinks were all right. Plenty of ice, too.
What was it the butler chap was saying?
Mr Owen—unfortunately delayed—unable to get here till tomorrow. In-
structions — everything they wanted — if they would like to go to their
rooms?…dinner would be at eight o’clock…
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