She offered no objection. She stood and watched me as I poured the stuff into a glass. I am bound to admit that the spirit did me good.
"And what," I asked, "do you make of the performance we have just now witnessed?" She was still. I took another drink. There can be no doubt that, under certain circumstances, whisky is a fluid which is not to be despised. "Have we both suddenly become insane, or do you attribute it to the cucumber we ate at lunch?"
"How strange that Mr. Inglis should have told us the story only this afternoon."
"I wish Mr. Inglis had kept the story to himself entirely."
"They were the voices which I heard last night. They were the voices Mason heard. It was all predestined. I understand it now."
"I wish that I could say the same."
"I see it all!"
She pressed her hands against her brow. Her eyes flashed fire.
"I see why it was sent to us, what it is we have to do. Eric, we have to find the knife."
I began to fear, from her frenzied manner, that her brain must in reality be softening.
"What knife?"
"The knife which he dropped between the panels. The boat has only been repainted. We know that in all essentials the Sylph and the Water Lily are one and the same. Mr. Inglis said that the weapon which did the deed was never found. No adequate search was ever made. It is waiting for us where he dropped it."
