At that moment, or, perhaps, the moment after, I became aware of Ransome standing in the cabin. Something in his expression startled me. It had a meaning which I could not make out. I exclaimed: “Somebody’s dead.”
It was his turn then to look startled.
“Dead? Not that I know of, sir. I have been in the forecastle only ten minutes ago and there was no dead man there then.”
“You did give me a scare,” I said.
His voice was extremely pleasant to listen to. He explained that he had come down below to close Mr. Burns’ port in case it should come on to rain. “He did not know that I was in the cabin,” he added.
“How does it look outside?” I asked him.
“Very black, indeed, sir. There is something in it for certain.”
“In what quarter?”
“All round, sir.”