The Portuguese crossed himself. “You’re crazy, Bennet Avery! I’m talking seriously.”
“Thanks”, the old man replied, turning his attention to Johnny. He was smiling greedily. “And I think I’ve found someone as crazy as me, who will help me exhume Wynne’s body. A pair of strong arms are just what I need.”
***
A shade was moving stealthily at the foot of Fort Charles’s walls. He was carrying a bulging sack on his back.
He followed the perimeter of the fortress, going round a rampart after the other, till he got to the side overhanging the sea. He carefully slipped to the beach section between the cliffs and the walls.
He took some steps, then he stopped.
He suddenly heard some voices above himself.
He raised his eyes and saw the soldier patrol on its rounds. He waited for them to move
