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And not disposed to accept the governor’s attentions. The governor was not accustomed to take ‘no’ for an answer—and didn’t. The young woman had vanished the next day, run away, and had not been recaptured as yet. But the day after, a black man in a turban and loincloth had come to King’s House and had requested audience.
    ‘He wasn’t admitted, of course. But he wouldn’t go away, either.’ Dawes shrugged. ‘Just squatted at the foot of the front steps and waited.’
    When Warren had at length emerged, the man had risen, stepped forward, and in formal tones informed the governor that he was herewith cursed.
    ‘Cursed?’ said Grey, interested. ‘How?’
    ‘Well, now, there my knowledge reaches its limits, sir,’ Dawes replied. He had recovered some of his self-confidence by now and straightened up a little. ‘For, having pronounced the fact, he then proceeded to speak in an unfamiliar tongue—I think some of it may have been Spanish, though it wasn’t all like that. I must suppose that he was, er, administering the curse, so to speak?’
    ‘I’m sure I don’t know.’ By now Tom and Captain Cherry had completed their disagreeable task, and the governor reposed in an innocuous cocoon of carpeting. ‘I’m sorry, gentlemen, but there are no servants to assist us. We’re going to take him down to the garden shed. Come, Mr Dawes; you can be assistant pallbearer. And tell us on the way where the snakes come into it.’
    Panting and groaning, with the occasional near slip, they manhandled the unwieldy bundle down the stairs. Mr Dawes, making ineffectual grabs at the carpeting, was prodded by Captain Cherry into further discourse.
    ‘Well, I
thought
that I caught the word “snake” in the man’s tirade,’ he said. ‘And then … the snakes began to come.’
    Small snakes, large snakes. A snake was found in the governor’s bath. Another appeared under the dining table, to the horror of a merchant’s lady who was dining with the governor andwho had hysterics all over the dining room before fainting heavily across the table. Mr Dawes appeared to find something amusing in this, and Grey, perspiring heavily, gave him a glare that returned him more soberly to his account.
    ‘Every day, it seemed, and in different places. We had the house searched, repeatedly. But no one could—or would, perhaps—detect the source of the reptiles. And while no one was bitten, still the nervous strain of not knowing whether you would turn back your coverlet to discover something writhing amongst your bedding …’
    ‘Quite. Ugh!’ They paused and set down their burden. Grey wiped his forehead on his sleeve. ‘And how did you make the connection, Mr Dawes, between this plague of snakes and Mr Warren’s mistreatment of the slave girl?’
    Dawes looked surprised and pushed his spectacles back up his sweating nose.
    ‘Oh, did I not say? The man—I was told later that he was an Obeah man, whatever that may be—spoke her name, in the midst of his denunciation. Azeel, it was.’
    ‘I see. All right, ready? One, two, three—up!’
    Dawes had given up any pretence of helping but scampered down the garden path ahead of them to open the shed door. He had quite lost any lingering reticence and seemed anxious to provide any information he could.
    ‘He did not tell me directly, but I believe he had begun to dream of snakes and of the girl.’
    ‘How do—you know?’ Grey grunted. ‘That’s my foot, Major!’
    ‘I heard him … er … speaking to himself. He had begun to drink rather heavily, you see. Quite understandable under the circumstances, don’t you think?’
    Grey wished he could drink heavily but had no breath left with which to say so.
    There was a sudden cry of startlement from Tom, who had gone in to clear space in the shed, and all three officers dropped the carpet with a thump, reaching for nonexistent weapons.
    ‘Me lord, me lord! Look who I found, a-hiding in the shed!’ Tom was leaping up