‘Just tell me this, Mr. Prance,’ I exclaimed, thirsty with curiosity, ‘who are the others involved? Somebody must have shifted Crabb’s remains.’
‘The sailmaker is in irons,’ said he.
‘Yes! I might have sworn it! Why is it that the high Roman nose of that chap has haunted my recollection of the ghastly appearance Mr. Crabb presented at every recurrence of my mind to the loathsome picture?’
He slightly started, and I could see him eyeing me earnestly.
‘By the way,’ he exclaimed, ‘now that I think of it, Hemmeridge showed Crabb’s body to you, didn’t he?’
‘Certainly he did,’ I responded.
‘Well, it will give the doctor a chance,’ said he, as though thinking aloud; and so saying he made some steps in the direction of the captain, and I went down on the quarter-deck to blow a cloud and muse upon the matters he had filled my mind with.
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME
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