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I
slipped
the
the
bolt
at
at
once
once
,
,
and
and
we
we
stood
stood
and
and
panted
panted
for
for
a
a
moment
moment
in
in
the
the
dark
dark
,
,
alone
alone
in
in
the
house
house
with
with
the
the
dead
dead
captain
captain
's
body
body
.
.
Then
my
mother
got
a
candle
in
the
bar
,
and
holding
each
other
's
hands
,
we
advanced
into
the
parlour
.
He
lay
lay
as
as
we
we
had
had
left
him
him
,
,
on
on
his
his
back
back
,
,
with
with
his
his
eyes
eyes
open
open
and
and
one
one
arm
arm
stretched
stretched
out
out
.
.
"
Draw
down
the
blind
,
Jim
,
"
whispered
my
mother
;
"
they
might
come
and
watch
outside
.
And
now
,
"
said
she
when
I
had
done
so
,
"
we
have
to
get
the
key
off
that
;
and
who
's
to
touch
it
,
I
should
like
to
know
!
"
and
she
gave
a
kind
of
sob
as
she
said
the
words
.
I
I
went
went
down
on
on
my
knees
knees
at
at
once
.
.
On
the
floor
close
to
his
hand
there
was
a
little
round
of
paper
,
blackened
on
the
one
side
.
I
I
could
could
not
not
doubt
doubt
that
that
this
this
was
was
the
the
Black
Black
Spot
Spot
;
;
and
taking
taking
it
it
up
up
,
,
I
I
found
found
written
written
on
on
the
the
other
other
side
side
,
,
in
in
a
a
very
very
good
good
,
,
clear
clear
hand
hand
,
,
this
this
short
short
message
message
:
:
"
"
You
You
have
have
till
till
ten
ten
tonight
tonight
.
.
"
"
"
He
had
till
ten
,
Mother
,
"
said
I
;
and
just
as
I
said
it
,
our
old
clock
began
striking
.
This
sudden
noise
startled
us
shockingly
;
but
the
news
was
good
,
for
it
was
only
six
.
"
Now
,
Jim
,
"
she
said
,
"
that
key
.
"
I
felt
in
his
pockets
,
one
after
another
.
A
few
small
coins
,
a
thimble
,
and
some
thread
and
big
needles
,
a
piece
of
pigtail
tobacco
bitten
away
at
the
end
,
his
gully
with
the
crooked
handle
,
a
pocket
compass
,
and
a
tinder
box
were
all
that
they
contained
,
and
I
began
to
despair
.
"
Perhaps
it
's
round
his
neck
,
"
suggested
my
mother
.
Overcoming
a
strong
repugnance
,
I
tore
open
his
shirt
at
the
neck
,
and
there
,
sure
enough
,
hanging
to
a
bit
of
tarry
string
,
which
I
cut
with
his
own
gully
,
we
found
the
key
.
At
this
triumph
we
were
filled
with
hope
and
hurried
upstairs
without
delay
to
the
little
room
where
he
had
slept
so
long
and
where
his
box
had
stood
since
the
day
of
his
arrival
.
It
was
like
any
other
seaman
's
chest
on
the
outside
,
the
initial
"
B
"
burned
on
the
top
of
it
with
a
hot
iron
,
and
the
corners
somewhat
smashed
and
broken
as
by
long
,
rough
usage
.
"
"
Give
Give
me
me
the
the
key
key
,
,
"
"
said
said
my
my
mother
mother
;
;
and
and
though
though
the
the
lock
lock
was
was
very
very
stiff
stiff
,
,
she
she
had
had
turned
turned
it
it
and
and
thrown
thrown
back
back
the
the
lid
lid
in
in
a
a
twinkling
twinkling
.
.
