Chapter Fifteen
They found Terrell, as they expected, on the top deck in the ship library. Instead of puzzling over the clues, he appeared to be staring off into space. He jumped when Myrtle and Miles approached.
“Sorry,” said Myrtle insincerely. “You must have been deep in thought. Trying to figure out a clue? Perhaps Miles and I can be of assistance—we’re both experts with many years of experience.”
Ordinarily, she’d have expected Terrell to bluster through a defensive explanation of his crossword ability, but today he seemed very absent-minded and vague. He said slowly, “Many years of experience.”
“That’s right,” confirmed Miles. “Can we help you with something?”
Terrell immediately looked relieved. “Actually, that would be wonderful. I’ve been trying to figure out what to do.”
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