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"We did very well after I had convinced him that I had no hand in the murder of Trego. You gentlemen certainly know your business, I must say." "Oh, don't include me in the compliment," said Thirkle, bowing to Buckrow and Petrak.
"That is why I interceded in their behalf, and it is very kind of you, captain, to make it possible for them to better themselves, for idle men in these ports fall into evil, and it is best that they should keep to the sea. They were both well spoken of by Mr. Marley, who has charge of the Sailors' Home." "Two sailors that I see?" Trego asked the captain. "Mr.
He looked up, and made no attempt to conceal his surprise at seeing Meeker. "Ah! Mr. Trenholm," he said to me, and we shook hands, and the Malay boy gave me the seat opposite him. "Mr. Trego allow me the Reverend Meeker," said Riggs. "So you and Mr. Trenholm have met before?" said Meeker, evidently astonished because Trego spoke to me without an introduction.
"Then this poor Mr. Trego was not a passenger," said Meeker, leaning his elbows on the table and scanning Riggs closely. "Gentlemen," began the captain, clearing his throat and adjusting his silver-rimmed spectacles again, "I am going to hold an inquiry now, and, as witnesses to what takes place, I think you should know the facts in the case, as far as I know them.
When I had made a note of the delivery of the letter to the Russian consul at the bank, I found Trego and Meeker together the spy disguised as a missionary seeking alms, and Trego driving him out of the room.
"Your red-headed chap is a good man at the helm," said Riggs to me. "He's got the wheel now, and, with the other two, I'll have good quartermasters. The chinkies are poor steerers." "Meester Trenholm ees breeng a sailor, too?" demanded Trego, turning his black eyes on me in a manner that I could not understand. "He brought my baggage aboard," said I, somewhat annoyed.
"I want you to meet Mr. Trego," said the teller. "He will be with you in the Kut Sang." I bowed, and Mr. Trego bowed, but his eyes were appraising me as he looked at me, although outwardly he had the excessive politeness of a Latin.
"Get that stuff aboard, lively," said Captain Riggs to Harris, and the mate gave orders to have the slings thrown outboard. "Where do they go?" asked Harris. Captain Riggs looked at Trego inquiringly. "In the storeroom below right under the feet of me," said Trego, stamping his foot. "Cargo in the storeroom," said Captain Riggs in surprise. "Eet ees for you to obey," snapped Trego excitedly.
The next time that Trego entered the list was when I was introduced to him in the bank, of little importance in itself, but worth a great deal when connected with the fact that Trego left Manila in the Kut Sang and in charge of the ship, to the amazement of even Captain Riggs. "Trego killed."
"Ye ought to know I don't get gallied for a little blood spilled. I slep' in a bunk all one night in the Martha Pillsbury with a man what didn't have any head and never turned a hair. Ye know that old barkentine whaler that Cap'n Peabody sold. Dang it all, cap'n, that is what this man Trego come aboard as he did that's what he was here fer.
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