Valentine Williams

“ He shifted his grip to get a better aim and I looked away from that sinister face, away from the Naomi and her promise of home, away from the glistening sea and the swaying green palms to Marjorie. She stood like a white marble statue. Only her eyes seemed yet to live and they were wide with terror.
Again Clubfoot's whistle rang out. I turned to see his forehead puckered in a questioning frown. I shrugged my shoulders.
“What chance has the Naomi against you and your men, Grundt?” I asked. “A pleasure yacht is not equipped to send off cutting-out expeditions, you know! ”

“ Being a practical man you will realize that I cannot afford to chance the valuable information you have acquired falling into the possession of your friends. Furthermore, I bear you a grudge, Okewood. It has been the rule of my life that no man shall best me and live. Therefore I am going to shoot you now...”
A little cry, and even as I turned Marjorie pitched forward and fell prone on the grass between Grundt and me. ”

“ He looked down at the gold, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
“Also doch!” he murmured—that conveniently elastic German phrase which means “By Jove, he's done it!” or, “Well, I never!” or, “I'd never have thought it!” or anything more or less along these lines you care to fit to it.
“Let Miss Garth and me go free to rejoin the yacht,” I said. ”