ILLUSTRATIONS
| I saw Mrs. Daisie’s little hand pause for a moment at the odd lump under his shirt and feel it with the dexterity of a pickpocket | Frontispiece |
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| I made straight for the sound, and there in the growing moonlight, behind the white stems of a clump of betel-palm, was the Marquis—dancing | 18 |
| I have never been called a nervous man; but I was down the ladder and out in the street almost before the Marquis | 67 |
| The spectacle of the Marquis, in a dirty singlet and trousers, and bare feet, doing the war-dance of the priests in “Athalie” in the main street at two o’clock in the morning, is one of the things I expect to remember all the rest of my life | 120 |
| It was awful to see them struggling and reeling and gripping at each other, there at the bottom of the sea, where a tangled life-line or a nipped air-tube meant certain death | 159 |
| I cannot describe the extraordinary appearance he made there on the mountain-top in the scarlet dawn, with the cannibals looking on while he performed his incantations | 217 |
| His gigantic figure, clad in pink and green pajamas, seemed to fill the store; he had at least a dozen arms and legs and every one of them smashed everything it touched | 260 |
| The bird stretched out its neck with the darting pounce of a snake, snatched at the gaudy little book, gulped, swallowed and—— | 301 |