it myself because of the way it was rattling in the wind. I thought nothing of it, just that whoever closed the house up had overlooked it. So that could be it. He came back, and when he found the place locked up again, he got a scare, or he just decided to play it safe, and made off.â
âHe did tell me heâd been to the house,â I said. âHe made out that heâd gone to take a nostalgic look at it, and of course he never said heâd tried to get in, or that heâd been before . . . I must say I thought at the time that it was a pretty rough night to choose for a sentimental journey . . . He did throw out a hintââ I stopped.
âYes? About what?â
âNo. It was â well, personal. Nothing to do with this.â
âTill we know what âthisâ is,â he said reasonably, âeverything may be to do with it.â
âI suppose so.â
âSo go on, please. What did he hint at?â
âHonestly I doubt if it matters, and I donât want . . . Oh, all right. He hinted that he might actually be connected with your family. At least thatâs what I thought he was trying to convey.â
To my relief, he laughed. âThat figures. Great-Uncle Fergusâs love-child, adopted, presumably for a consideration, by the gardener? Donât worry, Iâve heard that one before. And a few others even wilder. He lived in a fantasy world of his own, even as a small boy. He used to lie for no reason at all, as if he enjoyed it. I was only a couple of years older myself, but I knew enough never to believe a word he said. Did he shoot any more lines to you? Tell you where heâs been since he left Moila?â
âOnly that heâd been abroad. I gathered that heâd been around in some pretty exciting â oh, do you mean he might have made that up, too? He didnât actually sail round the Horn?â
âIâll believe that when Iâve seen the boatâs log,â said Neil drily, âand only then after itâs been checked by an expert. And talking of checking, Iâd better have a look through the house to see if anythingâs missing. The lawyers gave me an inventory. Blast. I had hoped to take my time over sorting out the house contents, but Iâd better take a look straight away â at any rate for the movable stuff. Tell me, how sure were you that he had a gun?â
âNot sure at all. It was just the way his hand flew to his pocket when you hammered at the door.â
âHm. Then letâs hope that was window-dressing, too. Well . . .â He set his hands to the chair arms, as if about to rise. âHeâs gone, so perhaps thatâs the end of the mystery. When did you say your brother was coming?â
âMonday, I hope.â
âThen all we can do is keep our eyes open for the next couple of days, and you see that your doors are locked and bolted at night.â
âI certainly will. And you?â
âAs you saw, Iâve got my tent set up now on the island. Iâll work there, and Iâll come back and sleep in the house. If Ewen does come back, heâll see the tent, and if he thinks that âParsonsâ is safely out of the way, then whatever his interest is in the house, heâll no doubt show it. And Iâll be here to tackle him, hammer and all.â
âAnd I?â
âStay safe at Ottersâ Bay, and wait for your brother. Forget all this,â he said, with decision.
âI could try,â I said.
He got to his feet then, and I followed suit. The sun, slanting in through the window, showed up the faded shabbiness of the room, but outside the treetops were golden and the bees were loud in the roses. The scents of the garden, blowing in through the open window, had removed the last trace of stuffiness from the room. It smelt fresh and warm. He moved to open the door to the hall.
âSo before