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Captain Ba
“Well,” he said. “Superintendent A’leen, is it? I take it you’ll tell me what all this is in aid of and I don’t mind saying I’ll be glad to know.”
“I suppose, sir,” Alleyn said, “you’ve been cursing ever since you got whatever signals they sent you.”
“Well — not to say cursing.”
“I know damn well what a bore this must be. The only excuse I can offer is one of expedience, and I must say of extreme urgency.”
Captain Ba
“Such as murder. Multiple murder.”
“Mooltipul murder? Here, you don’t mean this chap that says it with flowers and sings?”
“I do, indeed.”
“What the hell’s he got to do with my ship?”
“I’ve every reason to believe,” Alleyn said, “that he’s aboard your ship.”
“Don’t talk daft.”
“I daresay it does sound preposterous.”
Captain Ba
“My bosses,” Alieyn said, “don’t seem to think he’s in the crew.”
“The stewards have been in this ship three voyages.”
“Nor among the stewards. Unless sailors or stewards carry embarkation notices.”
“D’you mean to stand there and tell me we’ve shipped a murdering passenger?”
“It looks a bit like it at the moment.”
“Here!” Captain Ba
Alleyn sat down but declined a drink, a circumstance that produced the usual reaction from his companion. “Ah!” Captain Ba
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“I doubt if you could, you know. Not while we’re at sea. I very much question it.”
“Luckily, the problem doesn’t at the moment arise.”
“I should have to look up the regulations,” sighed Captain Ba
“Look here,” Alleyn suggested, “may I try and give you the whole story, as far as it affects my joining your ship?”
“That’s what I’ve been waiting for, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Alleyn agreed, “I’m sure it is. Here goes, then!”
He looked full at Captain Ba
“You know about these cases, of course,” Alleyn said, “as far as they’re being reported in the papers. During the last thirty days up to about eleven o’clock last night there had been two homicides which we believed to have been committed by the same person. In each case the victim was a woman, and each case she had been strangled and flowers had been left on the body. I needn’t worry you with any other details at the moment.”
“Last night, a few minutes before this ship sailed, a third victim was found. She was in a dark side alley off the passageway between the place where the bus and taxis put down passengers and the actual wharf where you were moored. She was a girl from a flower shop who was bringing a box of hyacinths to one of your passengers, a Mrs. Dillington-Blick. Her string of beads had been broken and flowers had been scattered, in the usual way, over the victim.”
“Any singing?”
“What? Oh, that. That’s an element that has been very much played up by the press. It certainly does seem to have occurred on the first occasion. The night of the fifteenth of last month. The victim, you may remember, was Beryl Cohen, who ran a cheapjack stall in Warwick Road and did a bit of the older trade on the side. She was found in her bed-sitting-room in a side street behind Paddington. The lodger in the room above seems to have heard the visitor leaving at about ten o’clock. The lodger says the visitor was singing.”
“What a dreadful thing,” Captain Ba
“ ‘The Jewel song,’ ” Alleyn said, “from Faust. In an alto voice.”
“I’m a bass-baritone, myself,” the captain said absently. “Oratorio,” he gloomily added.
“And it appears that the sailor on duty at the head of your gangway last night heard singing in the fog. A fu
“Here! About last night. How d’you know the victim was—” Captain Ba
“In her left hand, which was clenched in cadaveric spasm, was a fragment of one of the embarkation notices your company issues to passengers. I believe the actual ticket is usually pi
“No name?”
“No name.”
“Doesn’t amount to much, in that case,” said Captain Ba
“It suggests that the victim, struggling with her murderer, grasped this paper, that it was torn across, and that the rest of it may have remained in the murderer’s possession or may have been blown somewhere about the wharf.”
“The whole thing might have been blowing about the wharf when the victim grabbed it.”
“That’s a possibility, of course.”
“Probability, more like. What about the other half, then?”
“When I left for Portsmouth this morning, it hadn’t been found.”
“There you are!”
“But if all the others have kept their embarkation notices—”
“Why should they?”
“May we tackle that one a bit later? Now, the body was found by the P.C. on that beat five minutes before you sailed. He’s a good chap and kept his head admirably, it seems, but he couldn’t do anything about boarding you. You’d sailed. As he talked to me on the deck telephone he saw your fu
“I’ll be bound!” Captain Ba
“…And my bosses came to the conclusion that we hadn’t got enough evidence to justify our keeping you back while we held a full-scale enquiry in the ship.”
“My Gawd!”
“So it was decided that I should sail with you and hold it, as well as I can, under the counter.”
“And what say,” Captain Ba
“Well,” Alleyn said, “I hope you don’t cut up rough in that particular direction and I’m sure you won’t. But suppose you did and suppose I took it quietly, which, by the way, I wouldn’t, the odds are you’d have another corpse on your hands before you made your next landfall.”
Captain Ba
“Do you mean,” he asked furiously, “to tell me you think this chap’s not had enoof to satisfy him for the voyage?”
“So far,” Alleyn said, “he’s been operating at ten-day intervals. That’ll carry him, won’t it, to somewhere between Las Palmas and Cape Town?”