work.â
âYou let Miss Oliphant administer a potion? Suppose sheâd been in league with the thrower overboard and wanted to silence the only witness?â
âYou donât believe in the thrower overboard,â Daisy pointed out. âAnyway, she couldnât very well poison her so publicly, and she and I both drank the tisane, too. Iâll talk to Lady Brenda tomorrow.â
âBy which time,â Alec said with satisfaction, âsheâll have thought better of her story, if she made it up; or sheâll realize
she canât be sure of what she saw in that shifting moonlight. Too much to drink is a much more likely explanation.â
âWe shall see,â said Daisy.
Arbuckleâs suite was even more spacious than the Gotobedsâ, having two sleeping cabins and a commensurately larger sitting room. The paintings on the walls were of the Salamanca and the Ciudad Rodrigo . Otherwise, the furnishings and colour scheme were just the same.
âNight-cap?â offered Arbuckle. âI guess you wonât want Scotch whisky, Mrs. Fletcher. Howâs about some Horlicks? My little girl always has her Horlicks at bedtime. Ovaltine itâs called in England.â
âThanks, Iâll wait till Gloria comes. Alec, do you know who it was, the man overboard?â
âNo. I waited till they brought him up, but no one there recognized him.â
âHe ⦠he didnât drown, did he?â
âNo, love, but he wasnât capable of speech. Harvey rushed him below to the sick-bay.â
âWhatâs this about someone pushing him in?â Arbuckle asked.
Alec sipped his whisky while Daisy told Arbuckle about Lady Brendaâs hysterical outburst up on the boat-deck.
âI donât imagine thereâs anything in it,â said Alec. âWith the clouds sliding across the moon, every shadow seemed to move. Lady Brenda is not a reliable witness in any case. A decidedly flighty young thing.â
âHer story oughta be investigated though,â said Arbuckle.
âWell, itâs not my pigeon, thank heaven,â Alec pointed out. Arbuckle frowned.
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âH eâs gone and told the Captain Iâm a Met detective!â Alec groaned, closing the cabin door. He waved the sheet of paper handed him by the messenger. âCaptain Dane wants to see me after breakfast.â
âMr. Arbuckle gave you away?â Daisy swung round from the tiny mirror above the washstand, where she was brushing her hair. âWhat a rotten thing to do! Now Iâll be cut out of things altogether.â
âI doubt it, love. I shall tell Dane firmly that Iâm sure itâs a storm in a tea-cup. So youâll be able to investigate away as much as you like.â
âYou only say that because you donât think thereâs anything to investigate,â Daisy said resignedly. âRight-oh, Iâm ready. And Iâm starving.â
As they walked along the passages and up the stairs to the dining room, it became obvious that the Talavera was pitching more than she had the day before. The motion was even a bit more than when the engines had stopped, though not enough to require the use of the handrails on the corridor bulkheads. Up in the enclosed promenade, a small boy with a toy motor car was having a wonderful time letting it race downhill in
one direction as the bows went up, and the other when the stern rose.
It was no surprise not to see Wanda in the dining room. She had earlier announced that she was âbantingâ and never ate breakfast, but this morning she was no doubt prostrate, as Gotobed confirmed.
âTâpoor lass doesnât want anyone but her maid by her,â he said, sounding very Yorkshire in his distress, which did not, however, appear to affect his hearty appetite. âAs if Iâd care a jot that sheâs looking peaky.â
âI fear Mrs. Gotobed was unwilling to try the remedy I