I sent Richmond to his death.
I suppose, in a way, it was murder.
Curious. Murder - and I've always been such a law-abiding man!
But it didn't seem like that at the time.
I had no regrets.
'Serves him damned well right!' - that's what I thought.
But afterwards -"
In a hard voice, Vera said: "Well, afterwards?"
He shook his head vaguely. He looked puzzled and a little distressed.
"I don't know.
I - don't know. It was all different, you see.
I don't know if Leslie ever guessed... I don't think so.
But you see, I didn't know about her any more.
She'd gone far away where I couldn't reach her.
And then she died - and I was alone..."
Vera said: "Alone - alone -" and the echo of her voice came back to her from the rocks.
General Macarthur said: "You'll be glad, too, when the end comes."
Vera got up.
She said sharply: "I don't know what you mean!"
He said: "I know, my child, I know..."
"You don't.
You don't understand at all..."
General Macarthur looked out to sea again.
He seemed unconscious of her presence behind him.
He said very gently and softly: "Leslie...?"
V When Blore returned from the house with a rope coiled over his arm, he found Armstrong where he had left him staring down into the depths.
Blore said breathlessly: "Where's Mr. Lombard?"
Armstrong said carelessly: "Gone to test some theory or other.
He'll be back in a minute.
Look here, Blore, I'm worried."
"I should say we were all worried."
The doctor waved an impatient hand.
"Of course - of course.
I don't mean it that way.
I'm thinking of old Macarthur."
"What about him, sir?"
Dr. Armstrong said grimly: "What we're looking for is a madman.
What price Macarthur?"
Blore said incredulously: "You mean he's homicidal?"
Armstrong said doubtfully: "I shouldn't have said so. Not for a minute. But of course I'm not a specialist in mental diseases.
I haven't really had any conversation with him - I haven't studied him from that point of view."
Blore said doubtfully: "Ga ga, yes!
But I wouldn't have said -"
Armstrong cut in with a slight effort as of a man who pulls himself together. "You're probably right! Damn it all, there must be some one hiding on the island!
Ah! here comes Lombard."
They fastened the rope carefully.
Lombard said: "I'll help myself all I can.
Keep a lookout for a sudden strain on the rope,"
After a minute or two, while they stood together watching Lombard's progress, Blore said: "Climbs like a cat, doesn't he?" There was something odd in his voice.
Dr. Armstrong said: "I should think he must have done some mountaineering in his time."