Death at the Excelsior

s escaped him. Finishing the last sheet he threw his head back and laughed heartily. The manuscript had not been intended by its author

have formed several theories which I will put forward

nformation which might be of service to me. She is a strange, silent woman, who impressed me as having very little intelli

es about him, and find that he was a man of fifty-five; had spent nearly forty years of his life at sea, the last dozen in command of his own ship; was of a somewhat overbearing disposition, though with a fund of

he deceased was by no means popular. He appears to have had a bitter tongue, and I have not met one man who seems to regret his death. On the other hand, I have heard

ome information as to Captain Gunner's habits, which leads nowhere. The dead man seldom drank, except at night when he would take some whisky. His head was not strong, and a little of the spirit was enough to make him semi-intoxicated, when he would be hilarious and often insulting. I gather that Muller found him a difficult roommate

hat he made several voyages there-Captain Gunner may in some way have fallen foul of the natives. The fact that he certainly died of the poison of an Indi

te of her mental qualities. Her apparent stupidity may be cunning. But here again, the absence of motive brings me up

frustration which characterized it. Oakes was baffled, and his knowledge of Oakes told him that the sensation of being baffled was gall a

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