[Dead Man’s Rock by Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch]@TWC D-Link bookDead Man’s Rock CHAPTER VII 6/35
I am a doctor, you know, Jasper, and so you may take my word when I say there is no good in what is called 'breaking news.' It is always best to have the pain over and done with; at least, that's my experience.
Now, my dear boy, though God knows you have sorrow enough, there is still something to tell: and if you are the boy I take you for, it is best to let you know at once." Dimly wondering what new blow fortune could deal me, I sat up in bed and looked at my uncle helplessly. "Jasper, you think--do you not--that your father was drowned ?" "Of course, uncle." "He was not drowned." "Not drowned!" "No, Jasper, he was murdered." The words came slowly and solemnly, and even with the first shock of surprise the whole truth dawned upon me.
This, then, explained the effect my name had wrought upon those two strange men.
This was the reason why, as we sat together upon Dead Man's Rock, the eyes of John Railton had refused to meet mine: this was the reason why his murderer had gripped me so viciously upon Ready-Money Beach. These few words of my uncle's began slowly to piece together the scattered puzzle of the last two days, so that I half guessed the answer as I asked-- "Murdered! How ?" "He was stabbed to death." I knew it, for I remembered the empty sheath that hung at Rhodojani's waist, and heard again Railton's words, "Captain, it was your knife." As certainly as if I had fitted the weapon to its case, I knew that man had prompted father's murder.
Even as I knew it my terror of him faded away, and a blind and helpless hate sprang up in its stead: helpless now, but some day to be masterful and worthy of heed. That the man who called himself Georgio Rhodojani was guilty of one death, I knew from the witness of my own eyes: that he had two more lives upon his black account--for the hand that struck my father had also slain my mother--I knew as surely. "And the devil has got his due, my lads!" No, not yet: there was still one priceless soul for him to wait for. "He was stabbed," repeated Uncle Loveday, "stabbed to the heart, and from behind.
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