Charles Beadle, The Singing Monkey — Chapter 10 (1920)
“ Followed by Chi Loo, Carnell hurried down the companionway. As she began to walk up and down the bridge Vi felt a sense of the uncanny—“funny,” as the men had put it—produced by being up against something that reason could not grapple with. Of course a “singing monkey” was ridiculous; nor could it, she assured herself for the hundredth time, have anything to do with the wholesale slaughter. As a dismal foreboding that Carnell too would never appear alive gripped her, she knew that she was actually afraid. ”
