E. W. Hornung: Dead Men Tell No Tales

CHAPTER 5: MY REWARD (continued)

How long I studied that bit of crumpled paper, with the salt spray still sparkling on it faintly, God alone knows. All at once a peal of nightmare laughter rattled through the cabin. My deliverers started back. The laugh was mine.

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