The Phantom Light Page #3

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her sister ship. -Oh.

Yes, it hit the village

pretty hard too.

Most of us are

small shareholders.

Oh, by the way, David,

where is Sergeant Jones?

You will find up to the public

house, Dr. Carey, courting Mrs. Owen.

Well, we better go down

there and find him.

I don't suppose you'll object,

Higgins? -Lead me to it, sir.

Here. Did you say Mrs. Owen? -The

name Owen is not uncommon in Wales.

God blimey, it must be half

the blinkin' directory.

How's the sea? -It looks like

a bit of a chop come in, sir.

We'd better have a

look at the glass.

Yeah, it don't look

too good, do it? -No.

By the way, Sam. -Yeah. -You don't

believe all those old women stories

about Jack Davis' death

and the men after him, do you?

Well, I don't know, sir.

It seems a bit odd to me.

Oh, pure coincidence.

Don't let them frighten you.

Well, it's the only bed I've got.

Take it or leave it.

Oh, I'll - I'll take it.

You were quite right

about that mattress.

I said it was a flop mattress.

-I thought you said rock.

Your health?

She is staying whatever?

These skinny bits of girls from London

do not know when they are well-off indeed.

Aye, it is not everyone who is as

good a judge as you, Sergeant.

Perhaps it is because I am used to

looking at a really fine woman, Mrs. Owen.

YES.

Hello, chum. -Good evening, Dr.

Carey. -Evening, Evans. Evening, Mort.

Good evening, doctor.

Good evening, sergeant.

Mrs. Owen, I want a couple

of good tarts of rum.

It is rum, isn't it, Higgins?

-Thank you, sir. Doubles.

Sergeant, they shall

want you directly.

This is the new

lightkeeper Mr. Higgins.

Good evening. -So you've come

to take poor Jack Davis' place.

Well, his place where

he was, not where he is.

Ha-ha. Joke.

-I hope it's the right one.

Well, cheerio. -Cheerio.

Same again? -I should

say so. -Single.

You blokes, what about

having one with me?

No.

Well, it isn't many fisherman would care to

drink with the man that has his fate on him.

Well, perhaps I better pay

before I pop off.

We're all ready now, doctor.

-Oh, right David. Sergeant?

Yes, doctor, Whenever

you're ready.

We'll need to be getting right

away on the tide, doctor.

Even now it will be dark before

we get to the North Stake rocks.

You got a special

rig for Tom Evans?

That's what I just came

up to show you. -Right.

You will follow Higgins. -As soon as

I've got my rations, sir. -Good night.

Slowdown, young man.

You're in a hurry, aren't you?

Sorry.

Whiskey and splash, please.

Planning for a rough

night? -Bloody rough.

I want a word with you,

lightkeeper. Have one?

Well, I don't mind if I do.

Doubles.

Cheerio. -Here, here.

Going out to the lighthouse now?

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