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A minute or two later, however, Mr Fletcher, the third mate, presented himself at the cuddy door and said, addressing himself to the skipper: "Mr Murgatroyd's respects, sir; and there's a partially dismasted barque, that appears to be in a sinking condition, and with a signal of distress flying, about eight miles away, broad on the lee bow.
He poured coffee for the two of them. As usual, Murgatroyd swung down to the floor and said impatiently; "Chee! Chee! Chee!" Calhoun absently filled Murgatroyd's tiny cup and handed it to him. "But this is marvellous!" he said exuberantly. "The blue patches appeared after the plague, didn't they? After people recovered when they recovered?" Maril stared at him.
Half an hour later still, a third set. But then he put Murgatroyd down, well satisfied. He took his own temperature. He nodded. "Murgatroyd and I have one more chore to do," he told her. "Would you go in the other cabin for a moment?" Disturbed, she went into the other cabin. Calhoun drew a small sample of blood from the insensitive area on Murgatroyd's flank.
"You remember I worked it backward in that National City Bank case." Godfrey nodded. "I remember the signature disappeared from old Murgatroyd's check." "Backward or forward, it don't make no difference. It all depends on the acid." "What acid?" "Ah," chuckled Jemmy, "you'd like to know, wouldn't you? You never will. But it all depends on it.
So they sat at the centre table, Myra in Miss Murgatroyd's place, and Jim in Susie's, and consumed their bread-and-cheese, and drank their beer, with huge appetites and prodigious enjoyment. And Jim used Miss Susannah's napkin, and pretended to be sentimental over it. And Myra reproved him, after the manner of Miss Murgatroyd reproving Susie.
As I did so there was a loud cry or command, the chorussing at the windlass abruptly ceased, and in the silence that temporarily ensued I caught the muffled sound of the steam blowing-off from the tug's waste-pipe, mingled with the faint sound of hailing from somewhere ahead, answered in the stentorian tones of Mr Murgatroyd's voice.
If she had her way the Astronef should go back to Washington as she had left it, by means of her own motive force, and so, of course, it came to pass. Even Murgatroyd's grim and homely features seemed irradiated by a glow of what he afterwards thought unholy pride when he once more stood by his levers and heard the familiar signal coming from the conning-tower. "A tenth."
'There is but one thing, Captain, I broke in eagerly. 'It is as much, or more, for your own sake than mine that I ask it. Do not allow this unhappy man to be murdered. Murgatroyd's face flushed with anger. 'You are a plain speaker, Captain Clarke, said he. 'This is no murder. It is justice. What harm do we here? There is not an old housewife over the whole countryside who does not bless us.
We've nothing but Murgatroyd's word for his having set out for Liverpool." "What's he wanted for?" asked Pratt as unconcernedly as possible. "Been up to something?" "No," answered Eldrick, as he turned on his heel. "A relation has left him twenty thousand pounds. That's what he's wanted for and why he must be found or his death proved."
I heard the reply given, but the noises of the ship, the shriek of the gale through the rigging, and the resounding shock of a sea that smote us upon the weather bow at the moment, prevented my catching the words; I had no difficulty, however, in gathering, from Mr Murgatroyd's inquiry, that something had drifted within our sphere of vision, probably another vessel, hove-to like ourselves.
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