“It is well wooded to within a mile of the shore; toward the center there is a hill, or slight eminence, perhaps a hundred and fifty feet in altitude. The extent of it is probably five miles by eight.”
“The island seems to be quite large. Do you expect to dig it all over before giving up your search?”
“That will not be necessary. I have some directions as to the place where the treasure is hidden.”
“This seems very much like a fairy tale, Mr. Fenwick. Would you like my opinion of this man who has sent you on such a wildgoose chase?”
“You can express it to me, if you like, Captain Richmond,” said Guy, with dignity.
“Then I think he’s a blooming idiot, neither more nor less.”
This was said in a very offensive tone.
“I don’t think, Captain Richmond, that you will find many persons in Bombay who will agree with you in your estimate of Mr. Saunders’ character. Blooming idiots don’t, as a general thing, succeed in business as he has done.”
Captain Richmond listened to these words with an ironical smile, and Guy left his presence satisfied that he could expect no help from him beyond what he felt obliged to give.