He would let the girl out, but they knew nothing about Westport.
Sunset had not talked about it when they were with us.
I had lots of time.
I went down to the sea and looked at the fish for sale.
There were some bars and a pool-room and a few people with nothing much to do.
I didn’t see any cops.
I drove up the hill to the yellow and white house.
There were no other houses nearby.
In the garden a woman in a brown and white dress was cutting flowers.
I got out of the car and took my hat off.
Mister Wallace live here.
She was a good –looking woman, quiet and strong.
She nodded.
Would you like to see him.
Her voice was quiet and strong too-not the voice of a train-robber is wife.
I gave her my name and told her I was interested in goldfish.
She went into the house.
I looked around me.
The air was cold and clear and smelled of the sea, but the northern sunshine felt cool on the skin and had no heat in it.
The woman came out again and held the door open.
He is at the top of the stairs, she said, if you’d like to go up.
I went into the house of the man who had stolen the Leander pearls.
There were fish tanks all around the big room, some with lights over them and some with lights in them.
The water in them held a ghostly greenish light, and through the greenish light moved fish of every color that you can think of.
There were long thin golden fish, and Japanese Veilfish with fantastic tails.
There were tiny fish one centimeter long, and fish that you could see through.
There were big black Chinese Moors, with great round eyes and long fins, swimming through the water like fat men going to lunch.
Most of the light came from a window in the roof . Under