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It was late in the evening when Jacques Aristide and Hector came wandering back to the house. They were weary but content; they had had a wonderful day; they were sun-soaked and salt-encrusted and hungry; they carried the little evening pail of goat's milk and a basket of whelks; they were full of information about the lesser black-backed gull.
"Pete should have been with us," said Jacques Aristide as he pushed open the door. "Those marks on the wings--" But he never finished his sentence. The sight that met his eyes in the sitting-room was too astounding. The basket dropped from his hands with a horrid crash, and the whelks went rolling about the floor.