I made no account of it at the time: but he said that he'd
seen another man looking out of your eyes, for a moment, and it gave
him a scunner."
Again Farrell pondered. "I dare say he was right, too," he said
thoughtfully. "When two men are made for one another, I guess their
souls--if that's not too good a word--must exchange flesh and
clothing now and then, so that for the moment there's a puzzle to
separate t'other from which. . . . Has Foe told you about _her_--
about Santa?"
"He has," said I.
"Yet he can't have told you all: for he doesn't know it all--about
Renton, for instance, and how I did that bolt from him to Costa Rica,
and from Costa Rica to San Ramon. You must hear all about that, if
you will: because, when you've inspected the island for yourself,
your next business will be with Renton, and I want you to understand
the man you will be dealing with."
Thereupon he told me: and that is how I was able, the other night, to
relate what happened in Costa Rica and at San Ramon.
One of these days, when you're fairly rested, you shall have a full,
dull, true, and particular account of the voyage upon which I
started, next day, with Jephson, as per schedule: with a detailed
description of Santa Island, or Santa Santissima (to give it its full
name).
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