Master Cobham, standing on the aft deck, legs spread and his leather hat pulled low over his brow, swears. ‘God’s wounds!’ he bellows. ‘God’s holy wounds!’ On the deck the pardoner and Thomas crouch together, heads between their knees, clinging to the ship’s listing side with raw hands. ‘We shall...
2 Global Detective 6 A challenge … ‘Poor Claire,’ said the Dean. ‘Although I can’t say it comes as much of a surprise.’ ‘An assegai,’ Tom said, nearly reaching out to touch the shaft of the spear. ‘Mmm,’ said the Dean. ‘No, gentlemen, not an assegai, I think.’ It was a thin voice that came from b...