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Quiller-Couch, Arthur Thomas, Sir, 1863-1944

"Dead Man's Rock"

But he was much too
clever a devil. However, he's gone right enough; I knew he must, and
this proves it, curse him! Well, I'll wear it. He's not left behind
as much as he thought, but mad enough he'd be to think I was his
heir. I'll wear it for old acquaintance' sake. Sit down, boy," he
said aloud to me; "we're safe here, and can't be seen. I want to
talk with you."
The rocky ledge on which we stood was about seven feet long and three
or four in breadth. On one side of it ran down the path by which we
had ascended; the other end broke off with a sheer descent into the
sea of some forty feet in the present state of the tide. High above
us rose an unscaleable cliff; at our feet lay a short descent to the
ledge on which the cap had rested, and after that another precipice.
It was not a pleasant position in which to be left alone with this
strange companion, but I was helpless, and perhaps the trace of
weakness and a something not altogether evil in his face, gave me
some courage. Little enough it was, however, and in mere desperation
I sat down on the side by the path.


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