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vity； intending to escort them to Elizabeth's court。 But he was a man of flaming and tigerish temper； and coming to high words with one of them； he caught him by the throat and flung him by accident or design； into the sea。 A second Spaniard； who was the brother of the first； instantly drew his sword and flew at Pendragon； and after a short but furious combat in which both got three wounds in as many minutes； Pendragon drove his blade through the other's body and the second Spaniard was accounted for。 As it happened the ship had already turned into the river mouth and was close to comparatively shallow water。 The third Spaniard sprang over the side of the ship； struck out for the shore； and was soon near enough to it to stand up to his waist in water。 And turning again to face the ship； and holding up both arms to Heavenlike a prophet calling plagues upon a wicked city he called out to Pendragon in a piercing and terrible voice； that he at least was yet living； that he would go on living； that he would live for ever； and that generation after generation the house of Pendragon should never see him or his； but should know by very certain signs that he and his vengeance were alive。 With that he dived under the wave； and was either drowned or swam so long under water that no hair of his head was seen afterwards。〃
〃There's that girl in the canoe again；〃 said Flambeau irrelevantly； for good…looking young women would call him off any topic。 〃She seems bothered by the queer tower just as we were。〃
Indeed； the black…haired young lady was letting her canoe float slowly and silently past the strange islet； and was looking intently up at the strange tower； with a strong glow of curiosity on her oval and olive face。
〃Never mind girls；〃 said Fanshaw impatiently； 〃there are plenty of them in the world； but not many things like the Pendragon Tower。 As you may easily suppose； plenty of superstitions and scandals have followed in the track of the Spaniard's curse； and no doubt； as you would put it； any accident happening to this Cornish family would be connected with it by rural credulity。 But it is perfectly true that this tower has been burnt down two or three times； and the family can't be called lucky； for more than two； I think； of the Admiral's near kin have perished by shipwreck； and one at least； to my own knowledge； on practically the same spot where Sir Peter threw the Spaniard overboard。〃
〃What a pity！〃 exclaimed Flambeau。 〃She's going。〃
〃When did your friend the Admiral tell you this family history？〃 asked Father Brown； as the girl in the canoe paddled off； without showing the least intention of extending her interest from the tower to the yacht； which Fanshaw had already caused to lie alongside the island。
〃Many years ago；〃 replied Fanshaw； 〃he hasn't been to sea for some time now； though he is as keen on it as ever。 I believe there's a family compact or something。 Well； here's the landing stage； let's come ashore and see the old boy。〃
They followed him on to the island； just under the tower； and Father Brown； whether from the mere touch of dry land； or the interest of something on the other bank of the river （which he stared at very hard for some seconds）； seemed singularly improved in briskness。 They entered a wooded avenue between two fences of thin greyish wood； such as often enclose parks or gardens； and over the top of which the dark trees tossed to and fro like black and purple plumes upon the hearse of a giant。 The tower； as they left it behind； looked all the quainter； because such entrances are usually flanked by two towers； and this one looked lopsided。 But for this； the avenue had the usual appearance of the entrance to a gentleman's grounds； and； being so curved that the house was now out of sight； somehow looked a much larger park than any plantation on such an island could really be。 Father Brown was； perhaps； a little fanciful in his fatigue； but he almost thought the whole place must be growing larger； as things do in a nightmare。 Anyhow； a mystical monotony was the only character of their march； until Fanshaw suddenly stopped； and pointed to something sticking out through the grey fence something that looked at first rather like the imprisoned horn of some beast。 Closer observation showed that it was a slightly curved blade of metal that shone faintly in the fading light。
Flambeau； who like all Frenchmen had been a soldier； bent over it and said in a startled voice： 〃Why； it's a sabre！ I believe I know the sort； heavy and curved； but shorter than the cavalry； they used to have them in artillery and the〃
As he spoke the blade plucked itself out of the crack it had made and came down again with a more ponderous slash； splitting the fissiparous fence to the bottom with a rending noise。 Then it was pulled out again； flashed above the fence some feet further along； and again split it halfway down with the first stroke； and after waggling a little to extricate itself （accompanied with curses in the darkness） split it down to the ground with a second。 Then a kick of devilish energy sent the whole loosened square of thin wood flying into the pathway； and a great gap of dark coppice gaped in the paling。
Fanshaw peered into the dark opening and uttered an exclamation of astonishment。 〃My dear Admiral！〃 he exclaimed； 〃do youer do you generally cut out a new front door whenever you want to go for a walk？〃
The voice in the gloom swore again； and then broke into a jolly laugh。 〃No；〃 it said； 〃I've really got to cut down this fence somehow； it's spoiling all the plants； and no one else here can do it。 But Ill only carve another bit off die front door； and then come out and welcome you。〃
And sure enough； he heaved up his weapon once more； and； hacking twice； brought down another and similar strip of fence； making the opening about fourteen feet wide in all。 Then through this larger forest gateway he came out into the evening light； with a chip of grey wood sticking to his sword…blade。
He momentarily fulfilled all Fanshaw's fable of an old piratical Admiral； though the details seemed afterwards to decompose into accidents。 For instance； he wore a broad…brimmed hat as protection against the sun； but the front flap of it was turned up straight to the sky； and the two corners pulled down lower than the ears； so that it stood across his forehead in a crescent like the old cocked hat worn by Nelson。 He wore an ordinary dark…blue jacket； with nothing special about the buttons； but the combination of it with white linen trousers somehow had a sailorish look。 He was tall and loose； and walked with a sort of swagger； which was not a sailor's roll； and yet somehow suggested it； and he held in his hand a short sabre which was like a navy cutlass； but about twice as big。 Under the bridge of the hat his eagle face looked eager； all the more because it was not only clean…shaven； but without eyebrows。 It seemed almost as if all the hair had come off his face from his thrusting it through a throng of elements。 His eyes were prominent and piercing。 His colour was curiously attractive； while partly tropical； it remind