Charles Beadle

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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. ”
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Charles Beadle,  The Singing Monkey — Chapter 10 (1920)

“ She became the prey of a picture of herself alone in the great ship at the mercy of this orang-utan or whatever other horrors were beneath the deck that had been responsible for the death of the previous victims.
Hours it seemed, waiting on the bridge there, listening to the swish of the seas against the indifferent hull. She could hear the men abaft the engine-room skylight still wrangling about some matter.
“Fools!” muttered Vi angrily. “They don't know how to navigate, and they'll never be picked up!”
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Charles Beadle,  The Singing Monkey — Chapter 10 (1920)

“ We're sure to be picked up sooner or later. There's enough food for three months anyway although I doubt whether the booze will last me that long. Then salvage will recompense me for all the little inconveniences and the Hesperus your fool of an uncle lost.”
As he stopped to take another drink Vi saw around the corner of the open saloon door the hairy face of the monkey peering.
“As for you,” continued Selwyn, “well, darling dearest, if you consent to behave yourself we'll go halves with the loot, eh? If not——”
At that moment Vi saw a white object leave the hand of the ape.
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