"That the electrical condition of the atmosphere is highly beneficial to the nerves."
"Go on!" said Torrence impatiently.
"That pearls and precious stones are as common as dirt!"
"Tell me what else he discovered," exclaimed Torrence, "and be quick about it!"
"Not being Mr. Merrick, I'm sure I don't know," I answered.
"Don't know!" roared Torrence, "do you mean to tell me that you don't know where you are?"
"Somewhere about the role I suppose. I might say ninety degrees north."
My brother looked at me with a singular expression of pity, and then stooping down resumed his work of opening shells with an indifference that exasperated me.
"Where in Heaven's name are we then?" I shouted.
"No matter just now," he answered. "I thought perhaps you would have guessed. I don't want to shock you. Perhaps the truth will dawn on you later; if not I will tell you. Meanwhile, let us gather a few bushels of these pearls. They are of no value here, but they will be if we ever go home again."