H. De Vere Stacpoole,
The Pearl That Came Home
(1927)
“ Guitars, bull-fights, a house in Seville, or, better, Paris—Paris! Paris! That was the place of all places. In five beats of a pendulum, such is the power of mind, he had mapped and coloured his future. He put the pearl in his pocket; no one had seen it. It was a secret between himself and the man of Sulu. The secret had to be sealed. He brought Nakardike on deck. Now this bloodhound of a man had not only scented hidden loot, but also he was convinced in his mind that a white man had been boss of the prahu and had been murdered for the sake of the pearl. ”
