A car such as had never been seen in Sticklehaven before.
Must have cost hundreds and hundreds, a car like that).
He was the right kind.
Born to money, he was.
If the party had been all like him... he'd understand it...
Queer business when you came to think of it - the whole thing was queer - very queer...
V 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 Indian Island when there's a southeasterly.
Sometimes 'tis cut off for a week or more."
Vera Claythorne thought:
"The catering must be very difficult.
That's the worst of an island. All the 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 rock.
General Macarthur said: "Ha, delightful spot!"
But he felt uneasy.
Damned odd sort of place.
As the party ascended the steps, and came out on a terrace above, their spirits revived.
In the open doorway of the house a correct butler was awaiting them, and something about his gravity reassured them.
And then the house itself was really most attractive, the view from the terrace magnificent...
The butler came forward bowing slightly. He was a tall lank man, grey-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 show.
None of his lot!
What could old Badger have been thinking about to 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.
Instructions - everything they wanted - if they would like to go to their rooms?... dinner would be at 8 o'clock..."
VI Vera had followed Mrs. Rogers upstairs.
The woman had thrown open a door at the end of a passage and Vera had walked into a delightful bedroom with a big window that opened wide upon the sea and another looking east.
She uttered a quick exclamation of pleasure.
Mrs. Rogers was saying: "I hope you've got everything you want, Miss?"
Vera looked round.
Her luggage had been brought up and had been unpacked.
At one side of the room a door stood open into a pale blue tiled bathroom.
She said quickly: "Yes, everything, I think."
"You'll ring the bell if you want anything, Miss?"
Mrs. Rogers had a flat monotonous voice.
Vera looked at her curiously.
What a white bloodless ghost of a woman!