150- The Silent Horror

No, you were somewhere else. Escape. We are the man who is to die of the hands of... ...as you cave tells it in his own power. That watch, huh?

Well, why, I'll keep it hanging up there, join the bar. There are strangers on me, of course. Now about it. That is station two. Here, take a look. Twenty-one jewels. Now with more to a few cases.

Along with Tom Dawson, the painter. He was the little washed out guy, or would look kinda lost. Nobody knew much about him, except he painted good pictures. I didn't know much about Elizabeth either. That girl he brought up from Sydney.

That was pretty easy to guess about... She gave him the watch. Yeah. Still runs if you want it. See? Got quite a tick if you hold it close up to your ear. And a little lot of jungle drums way off in the distance.

I suppose that's how it sounded at Tom Dawson there at the last. Then that watch meant life or death, and they were waiting for him out there in the darkness. Oh, that's quite a story.

Only it's kind of odd to know what it starts, see? With Elizabeth perhaps. Anyhow, don't tell him it himself when he's on words. Oh, I think he'd start with Elizabeth. They didn't understand Elizabeth. How it was between us, what she meant.

None of them did. They gossiped a lot the way they always do in Tropic ports. But they didn't really know anything about Elizabeth. They didn't know how sweet and how convincing she could be. Thought she could wrap her man around her finger.

Like the time she gave me to watch. Go on Tom, open it. I want to see if you like. Like what Elizabeth? Open it and see? You come home with a package and it's a watch.