"You remembered it before. You would have come," she said, with a sudden burst of emotion; and somehow I was glad. I liked her faith in me.
"What the deuce do you make of it?" said Barraclough to me.
I shook my head. "I'll tell you later when I've thought it over," I answered. "At present I'm bewildered—also shocked. I've had a startler, Barraclough." He stared at me. "I'll walk round and see. But I don't know if it will get us any further."
"There's only one thing that will do that," said he significantly.
"You mean——"
"We must make this sanguinary brute compromise. If he will land us somewhere——"
"Oh, he won't!" I said. "I've no faith in him."
"Well, if they haven't the treasure, they may make terms to get it," he said in perplexity.
"If they have not," I said. He looked at me. "The question is, who has the treasure?" I continued.
"Good heavens, man, if you know—speak out," he said impatiently.