“You mean — you imagined you heard something?”
“Oh, don’t bother him now,” said Jean anxiously, and with a little too much haste. But George was stubborn.
“I want to get to the bottom of this. Tell me just what happened, Jeff.”
“Well, I was right down the beach, by that old wreck, when the voice spoke.”
“What did it say?”
“I can’t quite remember, but it was something like Jeffrey, get up the hill as quickly as you can. You’ll be drowned if you stay here. I’m sure it called me Jeffrey, not Jeff. So it couldn’t have been anyone I knew.”
“Was it a man’s voice? And where did it come from?”
“It was ever so close beside me. And it sounded like a man. ” Jeff hesitated for a moment, and George prompted him.
“Go on — just imagine that you’re back on the beach, and tell us exactly what happened.”
“Well, it wasn’t quite like anyone I’ve ever heard talking before. I think he was a very big man.”