CHAPTER XToes!
He regarded me as though he wanted to draw me out further on the subject of The Rebel. About whom—since our romance was finee—I intended to say no more. But he took up the thread of my story for me.
“Well, you had gotten aboard the Hartlepool at Honolulu—practically knowing that Captain John Smith was Lucifer Zull. And so—what?”
“Yes. Well, I always had a strange uneasy feeling about this Captain John Smith. Oh, I was certain it was Lucifer all right. Who’d drowned me in the long ago. For Smith was a he-devil—to his sailors—and no mistake about that! But I just felt I had to get a look at his bare feet, because—”
“A look at his bare feet? Why—what—”
“Because Lucifer’s little toes were missing on both feet. Young as I was when I first knew him, I recall that fact perfect
