Chapter XVII. Clearing the Air

3915 Words

Chapter XVII. Clearing the Air 'HAS he gone to get the police, do you think?' said Davies, grimly. 'I don't think so,' said I. 'Let's go aboard before that Customs fellow buttonholes us.' A diminished row of stolid Frisians still ruminated over the Dulcibella . Friend Grimm was visible smoking on his forecastle. We went on board in silence. 'First of all, where exactly is Memmert?' I said. Davies pulled down the chart, said 'There,' and flung himself at full length on a sofa. The reader can see Memmert for himself. South of Juist, abutting on the Ems delta, lies an extensive sandbank called Nordland, whose extreme western rim remains uncovered at the highest tides; the effect being to leave a C-shaped island, a mere paring of sand like a boomerang, nearly two miles long

Read on the App

Download by scanning the QR code to get countless free stories and daily updated books

Free reading for new users
Scan code to download app
Facebookexpand_more
  • author-avatar
    Writer
  • chap_listContents
  • likeADD