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But
he
had
seen
the
Idalia
not
three
hours
before
,
safe
and
speeding
.
Suppose
the
crew
had
mutinied
and
imprisoned
the
passengers
below
,
and
the
message
was
one
begging
for
succour
!
But
,
premising
such
an
improbable
outrage
,
would
the
agitated
captives
have
taken
the
pains
to
fill
four
pages
of
note-paper
with
carefully
penned
arguments
to
their
rescue
.
Thus
by
elimination
he
soon
rid
the
matter
of
the
more
unlikely
theories
,
and
was
reduced
--
though
aversely
--
to
the
less
assailable
one
that
the
bottle
contained
a
message
to
himself
.
Ida
knew
he
was
in
Coralio
;
she
must
have
launched
the
bottle
while
the
yacht
was
passing
and
the
wind
blowing
fairly
toward
the
shore
.
As
soon
as
Geddie
reached
this
conclusion
a
wrinkle
came
between
his
brows
and
a
stubborn
look
settled
around
his
mouth
.
He
sat
looking
out
through
the
doorway
at
the
gigantic
fire-flies
traversing
the
quiet
streets
.
If
this
was
a
message
to
him
from
Ida
,
what
could
it
mean
save
an
overture
toward
a
reconciliation
?
And
if
that
,
why
had
she
not
used
the
same
methods
of
the
post
instead
of
this
uncertain
and
even
flippant
means
of
communication
?
A
note
in
an
empty
bottle
,
cast
into
the
sea
!
There
was
something
light
and
frivolous
about
it
,
if
not
actually
contemptuous
.
The
thought
stirred
his
pride
and
subdued
whatever
emotions
had
been
resurrected
by
the
finding
of
the
bottle
.
Geddie
put
on
his
coat
and
hat
and
walked
out
.
He
followed
a
street
that
led
him
along
the
border
of
the
little
plaza
where
a
band
was
playing
and
people
were
rambling
,
care-free
and
indolent
.
Some
timorous
señoritas
scurrying
past
with
fire-flies
tangled
in
the
jetty
braids
of
their
hair
glanced
at
him
with
shy
,
flattering
eyes
.
The
air
was
languorous
with
the
scent
of
jasmin
and
orange-blossoms
.
The
consul
stayed
his
steps
at
the
house
of
Bernard
Brannigan
.
Paula
was
swinging
in
a
hammock
on
the
gallery
.
She
rose
from
it
like
a
bird
from
its
nest
.
The
colour
came
to
her
cheek
at
the
sound
of
Geddie
's
voice
.
He
was
charmed
at
the
sight
of
her
costume
--
a
flounced
muslin
dress
,
with
a
little
jacket
of
white
flannel
,
all
made
with
neatness
and
style
.
He
suggested
a
stroll
,
and
they
walked
out
to
the
old
Indian
well
on
the
hill
road
.
They
sat
on
the
curb
,
and
there
Geddie
made
the
expected
but
long-deferred
speech
.
Certain
though
he
had
been
that
she
would
not
say
him
nay
,
he
was
thrilled
with
joy
at
the
completeness
and
sweetness
of
her
surrender
.
Here
was
surely
a
heart
made
for
love
and
steadfastness
.
Here
was
no
caprice
or
questionings
or
captious
standards
of
convention
.
When
Geddie
kissed
Paula
at
her
door
that
night
he
was
happier
than
he
had
ever
been
before
.
"
Here
in
this
hollow
lotus
land
,
ever
to
live
and
lie
reclined
"
seemed
to
him
,
as
it
has
seemed
to
many
mariners
,
the
best
as
well
as
the
easiest
.
His
future
would
be
an
ideal
one
.
He
had
attained
a
Paradise
without
a
serpent
.
His
Eve
would
be
indeed
a
part
of
him
,
unbeguiled
,
and
therefore
more
beguiling
.
He
had
made
his
decision
to-night
,
and
his
heart
was
full
of
serene
,
assured
content
.
