"Includin' 'is sweet'art, I suppose," said Jeremiah.
"What the devil d'ye mean?" asked Jack, with a frown.
"Only that if that's so, your skipper will be as sorry to hear the news as you will."
"News? What? About Tera? Has she not been found?"
"Oh yes, she's been found right enough--found dead."
Jack started. "Dead? Tera dead?"
"Dead as a door nail. In your uncle's field we found her--strangled. Her funeral was this morning."
"Hold up, mate," said Shackel, not unkindly, as Jack staggered; "you'll fall in."
"Tera dead?" gasped Finland, in horror. "Who killed her?"
"That's just what we're after findin' out."