It was no later than the following day, however, that
Runnels pointed out two young ladies who were driving past and
informed him that they were the Misses Fermina.
"Their old man has made a fortune out of the Pearl Islands," he
remarked. "They say those girls have the finest collection of
pearls in Central America."
Kirk gazed after them eagerly, but it took no more than a glance
to show him that they were not even distantly related to the
object of his search. Once more he set Allan upon the trail with
instructions to find out who lived in the large house upon the
hill--the one with the driveway of royal palms--and not to return
without the information. But by now the Jamaican was beginning to
weary of this running back and forth and to consider the quest a
vain imagining. So, being wishful to dream another lottery number,
he brought back with him a fanciful tale designed to quiet his
employer and to assure himself ample leisure in the future.
"Master h'Auntony, your female is gone," he informed him, sadly.
"Gone! Where?"
"Somewhere--on a ship."
"Are you sure?"
"There is no doubt, sar. Her name is Garavel, and she h'occupies
the big 'ouse on the 'ill. I discovered those h'impartant facts
from the Bajan 'ooman.
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