Chapter 25 No.25

In Which I Follow the Beckoning Finger of a Spectre

I shall never forget that evening as I sat beside Captain Adoniram Tugg on Maria Debora's portico. From the street, which was well down toward the water-front, rose all manner of smells and noises; most of them were unpleasant. Sailors in foreign ports have to put up with a lot of discomfort an