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London, Jack

"The Sea-Wolf"

For ten minutes I had watched her talking earnestly with the engineer, and now, with a sign for silence, I drew her out of earshot of the helmsman. Her face was white and set; her large eyes- larger than usual, what of the purpose in them- looked penetratingly into mine. I felt rather timid and apprehensive, for she had come to search Humphrey Van Weyden's soul, and Humphrey Van Weyden had nothing of which to be particularly proud since his advent on the Ghost.


? ? ? ? We walked to the break of the poop, where she turned and faced me. I glanced around to see that no one was within hearing distance.


? ? ? ? 'What is it?' I asked gently; but the expression of grim determination on her face did not relax.


? ? ? ? 'I can readily understand,' she began, 'that this morning's affair was largely an accident; but I have been talking with Mr. Haskins. He tells me that the day we were rescued, even while I was in the cabin, two men were drowned, deliberately drowned- murdered.'


? ? ? ? There was a query in her voice, and she faced me accusingly, as though I were guilty of the deed, or at least a party to it.


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