Charles Beadle

“ She descended below forthwith, followed by her uncle. Vi approached the bodies arranged in such solemn sleep around the table and handled them with the dexterity and proper callousness of the trained nurse, watched by her uncle, who seemed as unable as ever to realize any professional utility in a woman.
“I thought,” remarked Vi as she left the dead captain, “that perhaps they had been poisoned, but this stout man here hasn't yet touched his food; and notice, uncle, he hasn't received his cup of coffee.” ”

“ Captain Kelvett pouted his lips.
“Well, we'll try and turn these fellows into stokers.”
“One of them is the donkeyman, sir.”
“Good. He ought to know enough to get steam on her anyway. Oh, and Mr. Carnell!”
“Yes, sir?”
“Better get those bodies removed as soon as possible.”
“Aye, aye, sir; I'll attend to that.”
“But I want to see them again,” exclaimed Vi.
“But, Vi, dear——”
“Don't be idiotic, uncle,” retorted Vi. “We haven't even examined them to see what they really have died of. You can't hold a post mortem by looking at them. I'll go now.” ”

“ Selwyn hesitated, frowned, said ungraciously, “All right,” and hurried off. Uncle and niece entered the first cabin on the right of the saloon. Skirts and dresses were hanging in the small wardrobes and women's articles were lying, about the locker-seat and on the dressing-table.
On the port side they found a larger cabin, which was evidently the master's. Captain Kelvett did not find the log there, but noticed that the two chronometers were still going. ”