Perhaps some day the funeral of this nigger will be a sensation and surprise to her blessed ladyship on deck." I suggested that it seemed underhand and unprofessional, but the entreating words of the resuscitated man in the next room conquered my objections.
It was arranged that Madras should remain in the present cabin, of which I had a key, until we reached Aden; then he should, by Hungerford's aid, disappear.
We were conspirators, but we meant harm to nobody.

I covered up the face of the dead lascar and wrapped round him the scarlet and gold cloth that Madras had worn.

Then I got a sailor, who supposed Boyd Madras was before him, and the body was soon sewed in its shotted shroud and carried to where Stone the quartermaster lay.
At this day I cannot suppose I would do these things, but then it seemed right to do as Madras wished: he was, under a new name, to begin life afresh.
After giving directions for the disposition of the bodies, I went on deck.

Mrs.Falchion was still there.

Some one said to her: "Did you know the man who committed suicide ?" "He was introduced to me last night by Dr.Marmion," she replied, and she shuddered again, though her face showed no remarkable emotion.