"Alone or not, where's my two men?" blustered Flint. "Good hands don't grow on trees."
"No; aboard the Walrus they stab one another to death," agreed my great-uncle. "Come, come, you have no proof in support of your charge."
"No proof?" howled Flint. "These two broke out of my lazaret, and the same night the two men on watch——"
My great-uncle raised his eyebrows.
"Tut, tut! Really, now! 'Two men on watch!' What would you have? John Silver and Blind Pew could have escaped from such slender guards, let alone two whole men, one of them the strongest ever I knew."
"Well, two broke free and two died," insisted Flint. "And if the two who broke free were not the means——"
"What proof have you of it?"
"Proof?"
"Aye, proof, I said. Their bodies, what of them?"
"Why, we never——"