CHAPTER 14Nothing keeps a secret so truly as a ship. For a ship's company from captain to bellboy are born conspirators against revelation. None of the passengers, save those immediately concerned, who sat down to breakfast the next morning knew or guessed the tragedy which had been enacted in the night. Price's place at the table had been laid for him, his serviette folded on his left, his hot rolls and coffee were waiting for him at half-past eight, the hour at which he invariably took his first meal.
The deck steward dried the spray from his chair, put cushion and books ready though he in common with every other deck hand knew that somewhere down near the keel of the ship, in a little room devoid of light, Mr Price lay dead.
Margot knew so little that, discovering Mr Price's cabin, sh
