II
There was a knock.
Dark entered, sombrely magnificent.
He stood by the door, splendid with that strange splendour of moonlight.
His head, massive as a mountain, was splashed with silver; and from under great and gloomy brows those vast eyes gleamed, unfathomable.
Over by the port stood Nelson, high and white.
"Mr. Dark," he began in chill and formal voice, "I've sent for you upon the most unpleasant business it's ever been my lot to be mixed up in. Had I only to consider myself, what I have to say would be left unsaid. But I have to think of other and larger issues. If a mischance England might be lost."
The other listened immovable. He was like a smouldering volcano. Every moment Kit expected to see flames leap from his eyes.
Nelson cleared his throat, and continued.
"This young gentleman, Mr. Carvell, has been telling me a strange and terrible tale that affects you."