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A steward passed, and Carol stopped him. “Will you ask Mr. Mike Murder to step up on deck? You'll find him in the bar most likely.”
The steward Shook his head. “Mr. Murder went buck with the pilot boat. He's taking :he next ship, he said.”
We sat a long time watching the smoke pour out of the funnel. Then Carol said softly, “I'm getting old; they're beginning to slip off the hook.”
The ship moved on. gulping into the night journey. I took her hand in mine and lied and said it was just like the good old days. …
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