have wrecked my cabin for me. But that boy. I didn’t like his lying to me about his firework on my cabin roof. Boys are capable of anything, Polly, even good ones. I was a bad one myself, so they say, but at least I didn’t tell lies.”
At that moment a small folded piece of paper flew through the cabin window and dropped on the table. The parrot shuffled towards it and picked it up. It seemed to be better material for beak work than the remains of the little jade image. Captain Flint looked out.
“Hullo, Nancy,” he said. “Come to gloat?”
“I won’t speak to you,” said Nancy. “I’ve tipped you the Black Spot. Read it.”
“What’s the matter?”
“I won’t speak to you till you’ve said you’re sorry. Read the Black Spot and you’ll see why.”
Captain Flint was just in time to save the paper from the