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But one among them was the
means of our crowning discovery.
"They're not pretty, are they, Mr. Dodd?" said Nares,
as he passed it over.
"Who?" I asked, mechanically taking the card (it was a
quarter-plate) in hand, and smothering a yawn; for the
hour was late, the day had been laborious, and I was
wearying for bed.
"Trent and Company," said he. "That's a historic
picture of the gang."
I held it to the light, my curiosity at a low ebb: I
had seen Captain Trent once, and had no delight in
viewing him again. It was a photograph of the deck of
the brig, taken from forward: all in apple-pie order;
the hands gathered in the waist, the officers on the
poop. At the foot of the card was written "Brig
FLYING SCUD, Rangoon," and a date; and above or below
each individual figure the name had been carefully
noted.
As I continued to gaze, a shock went through me; the
dimness of sleep and fatigue lifted from my eyes, as
fog lifts in the Channel; and I beheld with startled
clearness the photographic presentment of a crowd of
strangers.


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