Pinkerton; they've turned my hair grey with
conundrums; they've been up to larks, no doubt; and
that's all I know of them--you say. Well, and that's
just where it is. I don't know enough; I don't know
what's uppermost; it's just such a lot of miscellaneous
eventualities as I don't care to go stirring up; and I
ask you to let me deal with the old girl after a patent
of my own."
"Certainly--what you please," said I, scarce with
attention, for a new thought now occupied my brain.
"Captain," I broke out, "you are wrong: we cannot hush
this up. There is one thing you have forgotten."
"What is that?" he asked.
"A bogus Captain Trent, a bogus Goddedaal, a whole
bogus crew, have all started home," said I. "If we are
right, not one of them will reach his journey's end.
And do you mean to say that such a circumstance as that
can pass without remark?"
"Sailors," said the captain, "only sailors! If they
were all bound for one place in a body, I don't say so;
but they're all going separate--to Hull, to Sweden, to
the Clyde, to the Thames.
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