I found him lying in his bed as if asleep, but he was dead." I nodded soberly.

He was better dead, but I was glad he had not died by my hand.
"I have got him here--" said Uncle George.
"Here ?" and I jumped up quickly.
"In my boat down in Port du Moulin." "But why ?" "Because--" and he stood looking at us, and Carette nodded understandingly.
And at that he went on quickly--"Because I have waited over twenty years, Phil, and I am going to wait no longer," and I understood.
"You are going to tell her ?" I asked.
"Yes--now.

I must.

But not all, I think.

We will see.