Voodoo Tales: The Ghost Stories Of Henry S Whitehead (Tales Of Mystery & The Supernatural) - Plot & Excerpts
S. Navy. Pelletier, relaxed during the afternoon swizzel hour on my West Gallery, waved a deprecating hand.‘All the real evidence points to it, doesn’t it, Canevin? The harbor here in St Thomas, for instance. Crater of a volcano. What could bring a crater down to sea-level like that, unless the submergence of quadrillions of tons of earth and rock, the submergence of a continent?’ Then: ‘What made you ask me that, Canevin?’‘A case,’ I replied. ‘Picked him up yesterday morning just after he had jumped ship from that Spanish tramp, the Bilbao, that was coaling at the West India Docks night-before-last and yesterday morning. She pulled out this afternoon without him. Says his name is Joe Smith. A rough and tough bird, if I ever saw one. Up against it. They were crowding him pretty heavily, according to his story. Extra watches. Hazing. Down with the damned gringo! Looks as if he could handle himself, too – hard as nails. I’ve got him right here in the house.’‘What are you keeping him shut up for?’ enquired Pelletier lazily.
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