Hargreaves stood on the deck of Maid of Kent. “Is that him?”
Maid of Kent“This is Gurnal, the informer,” Smith confirmed.
“This way.” The Ramsleys dragged Gurnal below and tied him hand and foot before removing the sack.
“You’ll pay for this!” Gurnal threatened.
“No, we won’t,” Henry Ramsley said and thrust a gag in Gurnal’s mouth. “How do you like that, eh?” He replaced the sack before grabbing Gurnal’s hair and hauling him into the cable locker.
“Let him cool off in there,” Smith said. “No food or water, and no company except his thoughts and fears. He’ll be a more pliable man when he next feels God’s free wind.”
“The authorities will miss him,” Hargreaves said. “Sir Francis might institute a search.”
“He might,” Smith said. “But we’re on his side, remember? Sir Frank is unlikely
