"I _was_ thinking that," Snow acknowledged.
"And there's the entrance opening up just where it ought to be----"
"And the three palms," Snow almost whispered, "and the pandanus trees. If there's a windmill on the island, it's it--Swithin Hall's island. But it can't be. Everybody's been looking for it for the last ten years."
"Hall played you a dirty trick once, didn't he?" Grief queried.
Snow nodded. "That's why I'm working for you. He broke me flat. It was downright robbery. I bought the wreck of the _Cascade_, down in Sydney, out of a first instalment of a legacy from home."
"She went on Christmas Island, didn't she?"
"Yes, full tilt, high and dry, in the night. They saved the passengers and mails. Then I bought a little island schooner, which took the rest of my money, and I had to
