“Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. Why? Because he knew that when these two young people left, the island would become intolerable. Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed certain letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, "Paul Groves, cobler;" and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the following record of the poor fellow's fate, "Hung himsel in this rum for luv off licker;" accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy suicide dangling from a beam. Can’t face a scandal. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure.
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