Dead Mans Rock

Dead Man's Rock, by Sir Arthur
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Title: Dead Man's Rock
Author: Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch

Release Date: February 23, 2006 [eBook #17842]
Language: English
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MAN'S ROCK***
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DEAD MAN'S ROCK.

A Romance.
by
Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch (Q).
1887
[This e-text prepared from an edition published in 1894]

To the Memory of My Father I dedicate this book.

CONTENTS.
BOOK I.--THE QUEST OF THE GREAT RUBY.
I. TELLS OF THE STRANGE WILL OF MY GRANDFATHER,
AMOS TRENOWETH.
II. TELLS HOW MY FATHER WENT TO SEEK THE TREASURE;
AND HOW MY MOTHER HEARD A CRY IN THE NIGHT.
III. TELLS OF TWO STRANGE MEN THAT WATCHED THE SEA
UPON POLKIMBRA BEACH.
IV. TELLS HOW A SONG WAS SUNG AND A KNIFE DRAWN
UPON DEAD MAN'S ROCK.
V. TELLS HOW THE SAILOR GEORGIO RHODOJANI GAVE
EVIDENCE AT THE "LUGGER INN"
VI. TELLS HOW A FACE LOOKED IN AT THE WINDOW OF
LANTRIG; AND IN WHAT MANNER MY FATHER CAME HOME
TO US.
VII. TELLS HOW UNCLE LOVEDAY MADE A DISCOVERY;

AND WHAT THE TIN BOX CONTAINED.
VIII. CONTAINS THE FIRST PART OF MY FATHER'S JOURNAL:
SETTING FORTH HIS MEETING WITH MR. ELIHU SANDERSON,
OF BOMBAY; AND MY GRANDFATHER'S MANUSCRIPT.
IX. CONTAINS THE SECOND PART OF MY FATHER'S
JOURNAL: SETTING FORTH HIS ADVENTURES IN THE
ISLAND OF CELON.
X. CONTAINS THE THIRD AND LAST PART OF MY FATHER'S
JOURNAL: SETTING FORTH THE MUTINY ON BOARD THE
BELLE FORTUNE
XI. TELLS OF THE WRITING UPON THE GOLDEN CLASP; AND
HOW I TOOK DOWN THE GREAT KEY.

BOOK II--THE FINDING OF THE GREAT RUBY.

I. TELLS HOW THOMAS LOVEDAY AND I WENT IN SEARCH
OF FORTUNE.
II. TELLS OF THE LUCK OF THE GOLDEN CLASP.
III. TELLS AN OLD STORY IN A TRADITIONAL MANNER.
IV. TELLS HOW I SAW THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK; AND
HOW I TOLD AND HEARD NEWS.
V. TELLS HOW THE CURTAIN ROSE UPON "FRANCESCA: A
TRAGEDY"
VI. TELLS HOW THE BLACK AND YELLOW FAN SENT A
MESSAGE; AND HOW I SAW A FACE IN THE FOG.
VII. TELLS HOW CLAIRE WENT TO THE PLAY; AND HOW SHE

SAW THE GOLDEN CLASP.
VIII. TELLS HOW THE CURTAIN FELL UPON "FRANCESCA: A
TRAGEDY"
IX. TELLS HOW TWO VOICES LED ME TO BOARD A
SCHOONER; AND WHAT BEFELL THERE.
X. TELLS IN WHAT MANNER I LEARNT THE SECRET OF THE
GREAT KEY.
XI. TELLS HOW AT LAST I FOUND MY REVENGE AND THE
GREAT RUBY.

DEAD MAN'S ROCK.

BOOK I.

THE QUEST OF THE GREAT RUBY.
CHAPTER I.

TELLS OF THE STRANGE WILL OF MY GRANDFATHER,
AMOS TRENOWETH.
Whatever claims this story may have upon the notice of the world, they
will rest on no niceties of style or aptness of illustration. It is a plain
tale, plainly told: nor, as I conceive, does its native horror need any
ingenious embellishment. There are many books that I, though a man
of no great erudition, can remember, which gain much of interest from
the pertinent and appropriate comments with which the writer has seen
fit to illustrate any striking situation. From such books an observing

man may often draw the exactest rules for the regulation of life and
conduct, and their authors may therefore be esteemed public
benefactors. Among these I, Jasper Trenoweth, can claim no place; yet
I venture to think my history will not altogether lack interest--and this
for two reasons. It deals with the last chapter (I pray Heaven it be the
last) in the adventures of a very remarkable gem--none other, in fact,
than the Great Ruby of Ceylon; and it lifts, at least in part, the veil
which for some years has hidden a certain mystery of the sea. For the
moral, it must be sought by the reader himself in the following pages.
To make all clear, I must go back half a century, and begin with the
strange and unaccountable Will made in the year of Grace 1837 by my
grandfather, Amos Trenoweth, of Lantrig in the County of Cornwall.
The old farm-house of Lantrig, heritage and home of the Trenoweths as
far as tradition can reach, and Heaven knows how much longer, stands
some few miles N.W. of the Lizard, facing the Atlantic gales from
behind a scanty veil of tamarisks, on Pedn-glas, the northern point of a
small sandy cove, much haunted of old by