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"You can't mean Lieutenant Thackeray--?"
"Not yet, though doctor says it may come to that; the poor chap's in a bad
way--concussion."
"So one feared. But monsieur said 'murder'...."
Captain Osborne sat forward, steely gaze mercilessly boring into Lanyard's
eyes. "Monsieur Duchemin," he said slowly, "Lieutenant Thackeray was not
the only passenger to suffer through to-night's villainy. The other died
instantly."
"In God's name, monsieur--who?"
"Bartholomew."
"Mr. Bartholomew!" A memory of that brisk little body's ruddy, cheerful,
British personality flashed athwart the screen of memory. Lanyard murmured:
"Incredible!"
"Murdered," the captain proceeded, "in Stateroom 28. Lieutenant Thackeray
and he were friends, shared the suite. Apparently Mr. Bartholomew heard
some unusual noise in 30 and left his berth to investigate. He was struck
down from behind as he approached the communicating door. The murderer had
got in by way of the sitting room, 26."
Mr. Sherry added in an awed voice: "Frightful blow--skull crushed like an
eggshell.


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