Hurricane Island

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Henry Brereton Marriott Watson. Hurricane Island

CHAPTER I "The Sea Queen"

CHAPTER II. In the "Three Tuns"

CHAPTER III. Mademoiselle Trebizond

CHAPTER IV. An Amazing Proposition

CHAPTER V. The Wounded Man

CHAPTER VI. The Conference in the Cabin

CHAPTER VII. The Rising

CHAPTER VIII. The Capture of the Bridge

CHAPTER IX. The Flag of Truce

CHAPTER X. Legrand's Wink

CHAPTER XI. The Lull

CHAPTER XII. In the Saloon

CHAPTER XIII. The Fog

CHAPTER XIV. Barraclough Takes a Hand

CHAPTER XV. The Fight in the Music-Room

CHAPTER XVI. Pye

CHAPTER XVII. The Third Attack

CHAPTER XVIII. At Dead of Night

CHAPTER XIX. The Tragedy

CHAPTER XX. The Escape

CHAPTER XXI. On the Island

CHAPTER XXII. Holgate's Last Hand

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The next day I had a full round of visits to make, so that I had little time to think over the adventure of the previous evening. On Saturday I made my way, as usual, to the West End, and spent the afternoon in luxury, basking in the renewal of my self-respect. I had leisure then to reflect, and, although the more I considered the less appeared the likelihood of any advantage to myself derivable out of Lane's promise, yet I allowed myself the satisfaction of certain inquiries. No one in the club had heard of Morland, the millionaire, and the Sea Queen was unknown to my yachting friends. Moreover, no Morland appeared in the "Court Guide." Still, it was quite possible, even probable, that he was an American; so that omission did not abash me. It was only when I rehearsed the circumstances in bald terms that I doubted to the point of incredulity. I had fished up a tipsy fellow, of a loose good-nature, who, under the stimulus of more whisky, had probably at the best offered more than he was entitled to do, and who, at the worst, had long since forgotten all about his Good Samaritan. The situation seemed easy of interpretation, and in the warmth of my pleasant intercourse with my companions I presently ceased to ponder it.

Yet, when I arrived at my house and opened the letter that awaited me, I will confess that I experienced a thrill of hope. It was from Hills, a firm of solicitors in Lincoln's Inn Fields, and, premising that I was a candidate for the post of doctor in the SS. Sea Queen, requested me to call on Monday at three o'clock. This looked, so to speak, like business, and I attended at the address with my mind made up and clear. If I was offered the position I would take it, and so cut my cable.

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"I believe so," said he.

"And its destination?"

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