“He broke his neck,” said Rachel. She wrinkled up her nose disgustedly: “He was drunk.”

“His tail was rotted,” explained Harry.

“Well,” said Mr. Mathias, “when they came on board, what did they do?”

There was a general silence.

“Come, come! What did they do?⁠—What did they do, Miss Fernandez?”

“I don’t know.”

“Emily?”

“ I don’t know.”

He sat back in despair: “But you saw them!”

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