"Very well. I am ready, gentlemen." Erect, even with a hint of defiance in his mocking smile, the man rose to his full height. "Before we go, however, I must correct a slight error. You misunderstood my name. It is not Carlton. It is Heath—Stanley Heath." [65] [65] Chapter VI "And yet you told me, Marcia, this was a quiet, adventureless place!" burst out Sylvia, the instant the door had closed. And "Isn't it?" "It doesn't seem so to me. When shipwrecked mariners fall into your arms entirely without warning, I call it thrilling. Who do you suppose he is?" "He told us his name." "Of course—Heath. Stanley Heath. It's quite a romantic name, too. But I didn't mean that. I mean where did he come from and why? Didn't he tell you?" "Not a word." Obviously the girl was disappointed. "I thought perhaps he might have while I was upstairs. I was gone long enough for him to pour out to you his entire history. At least it seemed so to me. I ransacked every closet and drawer in sight trying to find something for him to put on. It wasn't until I struck that old sea-chest in the hall that I discovered pajamas and underwear. I hope you don't mind my taking them." A shiver passed over Marcia. "No. They were Jason's. I ought to have told you they were there. I kept them because I thought[66] they might sometime be useful." [66] "Well, they certainly are," replied Sylvia. "They will exactly fit Mr. Heath. He must be lots like Uncle Jason." "He isn't," contradicted Marcia sharply. "He isn't at all like him." "In size, I mean," amended Sylvia, timidly.
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