"Aye. He was with us at Maracaybo."
"And another Frenchman named Levasseur?"
His lordship marvelled at her memory of these names.
"Aye. Cahusac was Levasseur's lieutenant, until he died."
"Until who died?"
"Levasseur. He was killed on one of the Virgin Islands two years
ago."
There was a pause. Then, in an even quieter voice than before,
Miss Bishop asked:
"Who killed him?"
Pitt answered readily. There was no reason why he should not, though
he began to find the catechism intriguing.
"Captain Blood killed him."
"Why?"
Pitt hesitated. It was not a tale for a maid's ears.
"They quarrelled," he said shortly.
"Was it about a... a lady?" Miss Bishop relentlessly pursued him.
"You might put it that way."
"What was the lady's name?"
Pitt's eyebrows went up; still he answered.
"Miss d'Ogeron. She was the daughter of the Governor of Tortuga.
She had gone off with this fellow Levasseur, and... and Peter
delivered her out of his dirty clutches. He was a black-hearted
scoundrel, and deserved what Peter gave him.
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