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"I was looking for it at dinner the minute we cast off; and what a scrimmage there would have been at that table if you had drawn one of those pistols! Why, Petrak and Buckrow and Long Jim were in the passage with pistols ready to come in, and I would have shot you first, and then Trego, for I knew Captain Riggs had no arms on his person.
The money I gave that little devil was for bringing my bag on board, and he told you that I paid him for killing Trego so that Meeker, or Thirkle, would get me out of the way. I tell you that I am not with that gang. Give me a gun, and I'll help you in this fight." "Who's that dead man on the deck?" he asked. "How come you down here?" "That's Harris. Thirkle and Buckrow killed him." "Thirkle!
It seemed beyond reason that they should kill Trego simply to have something of which I might be accused; it seemed to me that my own death would have been an easier way to get rid of me.
In the dim light oozing into the passage we made out an indistinct figure. "What in Sally Ann's name is this?" shouted Riggs, darting out and seizing the object, which he pulled toward the light. It was the body of Mr. Trego, stabbed to the heart, the sailor's sheath-knife which had killed him still in his fatal wound.
"You will please to see from my papers that I am the commander of all. Read eet again eef you do not know!" And he shook his malacca cane in the air. "Get that cargo aboard and stow as this gentleman Mr. what is it, Trego? as Mr. Trego says. Move navy-style! Keep clear of the side there, you! Can't you see we've got cargo coming over there!"
Luther Meeker, and Buckrow, Long Jim, and Petrak came aboard the Kut Sang, giving their descriptions as well as I could remember. Then I told of the killing of Trego, and all that had happened aboard the steamer, and about the gold and the plight we were in, "skeletonizing" the narrative, much as if it were to be filed as a news-cable.
He was over suave, and his peevishness jarred my none too steady nerves. The bus was not a pleasant place for me after that, so I dropped off in Plaza Moraga, when I observed the signboard of the very bank mentioned. I cashed a draft and handed the letter to the clerk at the barred window. "Oh, yes, we have been waiting for that!" he said as he took the envelope. "Mr. Trego!
"I knew I was right," growled Harris. "Can't fool me with that it felt like it and looked like it, and that man Trego fits into the game to a T. I thought he was a mighty shady customer from the first look I got at him, when he come alongside and bossed things. When he got that knife throwed in him I thought I'd come down here and have a look around on my own hook, and thar ye be, cap'n."
Trego in the Hong-Kong-Shanghai Bank. It was not until the whole affair was ended that the significance of that apparently casual meeting in the bank came upon me with its full force, and I saw the pattern of what was to become a tangled succession of the most queer happenings. There were papers at the bank which I must take with me, and on the way to the docks I stopped there.
I have never seen, in all my twenty years in the Orient, such a sunset." "Can't keep me from my meals," said Captain Riggs, waving to Meeker to precede him into the companionway. I was rather pleased at the captain's gruffness with him, and resolved that as soon as the opportunity offered I would discuss the crafty gentleman with Riggs. We found Trego at table.
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