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“
See
here
,
mister
,
”
said
he
,
“
I
make
no
complaint
of
being
man
-
handled
in
this
fashion
,
but
I
would
have
you
call
things
by
their
right
names
.
You
say
I
murdered
Peter
Carey
,
I
say
I
killed
Peter
Carey
,
and
there
’
s
all
the
difference
.
Maybe
you
don
’
t
believe
what
I
say
.
Maybe
you
think
I
am
just
slinging
you
a
yarn
.
”
“
Not
at
all
,
”
said
Holmes
.
“
Let
us
hear
what
you
have
to
say
.
”
“
It
’
s
soon
told
,
and
,
by
the
Lord
,
every
word
of
it
is
truth
.
I
knew
Black
Peter
,
and
when
he
pulled
out
his
knife
I
whipped
a
harpoon
through
him
sharp
,
for
I
knew
that
it
was
him
or
me
.
That
’
s
how
he
died
.
You
can
call
it
murder
.
Anyhow
,
I
’
d
as
soon
die
with
a
rope
round
my
neck
as
with
Black
Peter
’
s
knife
in
my
heart
.
”
“
How
came
you
there
?
”
asked
Holmes
.
“
I
’
ll
tell
it
you
from
the
beginning
.
Just
sit
me
up
a
little
,
so
as
I
can
speak
easy
.
It
was
in
’
83
that
it
happened
—
August
of
that
year
.
Peter
Carey
was
master
of
the
Sea
Unicorn
,
and
I
was
spare
harpooner
.
We
were
coming
out
of
the
ice
-
pack
on
our
way
home
,
with
head
winds
and
a
week
’
s
southerly
gale
,
when
we
picked
up
a
little
craft
that
had
been
blown
north
.
There
was
one
man
on
her
—
a
landsman
.
The
crew
had
thought
she
would
founder
and
had
made
for
the
Norwegian
coast
in
the
dinghy
.
I
guess
they
were
all
drowned
.
Well
,
we
took
him
on
board
,
this
man
,
and
he
and
the
skipper
had
some
long
talks
in
the
cabin
.
All
the
baggage
we
took
off
with
him
was
one
tin
box
.
So
far
as
I
know
,
the
man
’
s
name
was
never
mentioned
,
and
on
the
second
night
he
disappeared
as
if
he
had
never
been
.
It
was
given
out
that
he
had
either
thrown
himself
overboard
or
fallen
overboard
in
the
heavy
weather
that
we
were
having
.
Only
one
man
knew
what
had
happened
to
him
,
and
that
was
me
,
for
,
with
my
own
eyes
,
I
saw
the
skipper
tip
up
his
heels
and
put
him
over
the
rail
in
the
middle
watch
of
a
dark
night
,
two
days
before
we
sighted
the
Shetland
Lights
.
Well
,
I
kept
my
knowledge
to
myself
,
and
waited
to
see
what
would
come
of
it
.
When
we
got
back
to
Scotland
it
was
easily
hushed
up
,
and
nobody
asked
any
questions
.
A
stranger
died
by
accident
and
it
was
nobody
’
s
business
to
inquire
.
Shortly
after
Peter
Carey
gave
up
the
sea
,
and
it
was
long
years
before
I
could
find
where
he
was
.
I
guessed
that
he
had
done
the
deed
for
the
sake
of
what
was
in
that
tin
box
,
and
that
he
could
afford
now
to
pay
me
well
for
keeping
my
mouth
shut
.
I
found
out
where
he
was
through
a
sailor
man
that
had
met
him
in
London
,
and
down
I
went
to
squeeze
him
.
The
first
night
he
was
reasonable
enough
,
and
was
ready
to
give
me
what
would
make
me
free
of
the
sea
for
life
.
We
were
to
fix
it
all
two
nights
later
.
When
I
came
,
I
found
him
three
parts
drunk
and
in
a
vile
temper
.
We
sat
down
and
we
drank
and
we
yarned
about
old
times
,
but
the
more
he
drank
the
less
I
liked
the
look
on
his
face
.
I
spotted
that
harpoon
upon
the
wall
,
and
I
thought
I
might
need
it
before
I
was
through
.
Then
at
last
he
broke
out
at
me
,
spitting
and
cursing
,
with
murder
in
his
eyes
and
a
great
clasp
-
knife
in
his
hand
.
He
had
not
time
to
get
it
from
the
sheath
before
I
had
the
harpoon
through
him
.
Heavens
!
what
a
yell
he
gave
!
and
his
face
gets
between
me
and
my
sleep
.
I
stood
there
,
with
his
blood
splashing
round
me
,
and
I
waited
for
a
bit
,
but
all
was
quiet
,
so
I
took
heart
once
more
.
I
looked
round
,
and
there
was
the
tin
box
on
the
shelf
.
I
had
as
much
right
to
it
as
Peter
Carey
,
anyhow
,
so
I
took
it
with
me
and
left
the
hut
.
Like
a
fool
I
left
my
baccy
-
pouch
upon
the
table
.
“
Now
I
’
ll
tell
you
the
queerest
part
of
the
whole
story
.
I
had
hardly
got
outside
the
hut
when
I
heard
someone
coming
,
and
I
hid
among
the
bushes
.
A
man
came
slinking
along
,
went
into
the
hut
,
gave
a
cry
as
if
he
had
seen
a
ghost
,
and
legged
it
as
hard
as
he
could
run
until
he
was
out
of
sight
.
Who
he
was
or
what
he
wanted
is
more
than
I
can
tell
.
For
my
part
I
walked
ten
miles
,
got
a
train
at
Tunbridge
Wells
,
and
so
reached
London
,
and
no
one
the
wiser
.
“
Well
,
when
I
came
to
examine
the
box
I
found
there
was
no
money
in
it
,
and
nothing
but
papers
that
I
would
not
dare
to
sell
.
I
had
lost
my
hold
on
Black
Peter
and
was
stranded
in
London
without
a
shilling
.
There
was
only
my
trade
left
.
I
saw
these
advertisements
about
harpooners
,
and
high
wages
,
so
I
went
to
the
shipping
agents
,
and
they
sent
me
here
.
That
’
s
all
I
know
,
and
I
say
again
that
if
I
killed
Black
Peter
,
the
law
should
give
me
thanks
,
for
I
saved
them
the
price
of
a
hempen
rope
.
”
