33/35 Now, what do you make of it ?" My uncle leaned back in his chair and looked at me over his spectacles, with the air of one who has played his trump card and watches for its effect. A certain consciousness of merit and expectancy of approbation animated his person; his reasoning staggered me, and he saw it, nor was wholly displeased. I do not think I am wrong, when I mark what it proves. It proves, first, that these two ruffians--for ruffians they both were, as we must conclude, in spite of John Railton's melancholy end--it proves, I say, that these two sailed along with your father. They come home with him, are wrecked, and your father's body is found--murdered. |