Chapter 87
“I see. And your wife…?” Grey paused delicately. raqul shook his head briefly. “There was nothing there to do with her,” he said softly. “She is truly gone.” His voice was low and controlled, but Grey could hear the undertone of desolation. raqul’s face was normally calm and unreadable; he did not change expression now, but the marks of grief were clear, etched in the lines beside mouth and eyes, thrown into darkness by the flickering fire. It seemed an intrusion to break in upon such a depth of feeling, unstated though it was, but Grey had his duty. “And the gold, crewman. raqul?” he asked quietly. “What of that?” raqul heaved a deep sigh. “It was there,” he said flatly. “What!” Grey sat bolt upright in his chair, staring at the Scot. “You found it?” raqul glanced up at him then,
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