My own darling's eyes were heavenly blue, like
her mother's. Should you discover the other body, I beg you will
write me a full description of its appearance and forward it by the
first ship to me, at Copenhagen, in Denmark.
"'Ephraim Quendale'"
The schoolmaster handed the letter to Bailie Duke, who read it over
to himself and asked a few questions regarding its contents.
"Mr. Quendale never returned to Orkney?" said he.
"No," replied the dominie.
"Strange. And did Pilot Ericson never hear from him?"
"Never."
"And what about the wreckage?"
"There was none of special value," said Andrew. "This box that we
have here is, I believe, the only thing of value that remained,
and, as you know, it was only discovered a few days since."
"But Kinlay appears to have known of it," observed Mr. Duke.
"Certainly he knew of it," the dominie returned; "but its value
consists in the papers it contains, most of them being in the
Danish language, which Kinlay was ignorant of. Had he known that
tongue he would doubtless have seen that a large number of the
documents are drafts upon the National Bank of Denmark, and other
claims of value."
"Very good, Andrew; we'll examine them afterwards," said the
magistrate. "There was no other wreckage? no other bodies washed
ashore?"
"No.
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