CHAPTER XVII.
Ivanhoe and Scottie were seated in the rear of the pilot house, discussing and dissecting Ingomar’s story.
“What do you think of the story now, sir knight?” inquired Scottie. “Do you like it or not?”
“So, so. Some parts I like, and some I don’t. There’s too much talk of murder in it.”
“Do you think from what you have heard of the story that Miss Bramlett committed the murder?”
“There is no room to doubt it, if we are to judge from the evidence that has come up against her. If Ingomar can get her out of the scrape without flatly contradicting himself, he will be entitled to the premium as the champion storyteller.”
“I agree with you there; because if I were on a jury and such evidence was brought before me, I should say guilty beyond the possibility of a doubt.”
“Well, Scottie, give me your opinion of Lottie.”
“Ah, sir knight! that’s an overdrawn picture. Angels have long since quit visiting the earth. I don’t think I have heard of any being down in this world since Jacob had such a scuffle with them.”
“You are wrong there; they have been here frequently since that affair with Jacob. But let that pass, and tell me what you think of Lottie.”