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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams Island Gold — VII. The Vice-Consul's Warning (1923)

Lawless gave an order, and while the doctor descended the ladder and spoke to his party in the boat, the Vice-Consul took his leave and boarded his launch.
Five minutes later the Naomi, curtseying to the long green swell, pointed her bows toward the fronded headlands which marked the entrance to the harbour. As we passed out between the bluffs, the dull report of a gun drifted out to us over the freshening breeze. At the same moment, in a smother of spray, a launch came tearing out of the port, a mere speck in the shimmering green sea far astern.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams Island Gold — VII. The Vice-Consul's Warning (1923)

Luncheon ended, Marjorie Garth left us to go and write letters to be sent ashore in the launch for posting. I repaired to my cabin to snatch a little sleep in the siesta hour; for I was very tired after our disturbed night. But though the gently whirring fan kept the atmosphere nicely cool and my bed invited repose, I could not sleep. Now that I was alone again, I found my thoughts continually recurring to the slip of oil-skin with its enigmatic message.
I have always found that short commons of sleep is an excellent tonic.
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Portrait of Valentine Williams Valentine Williams Island Gold — VII. The Vice-Consul's Warning (1923)

In a rowboat at the foot of the ladder sat three swarthy gentlemen in frock-coats, their large dark eyes turned appealingly up to the deck of the Naomi.
“You'll tell your friends,” said the baronet, “how much I appreciate their great attention and how much I regret that circumstances prevent me from receiving their visit on board. Captain Lawless, the Vice-Consul's launch!”
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