problem of the distinctive Stanton voice, because the servant was insistent that he recognized it. So I wondered about relatives. Is there anyone related to Tristram Stanton who could have posed as him?â
âWa-al, thatâs a thought.â The sheriff relapsed into a deep silence, frowning down at the warm deck boards between his straddled boots. âThereâs only one that comes to mindâa cousin, John Burroughs,â he said finally. âBut I donât see how he could be the murderer, there being no motive whatsoever. Heâs a scientific like young Stanton, but rich like Croesusârich the way the Stantons ainât but would like to be. Years ago, the way I heard it, he turned âem away from the door when they came begging for help to save the plantation, and theyâve had nothing to do with each other since. Common talk has it that a feud brewed, and now theyâre deadly enemies.â
âNevertheless, he might be worth looking up.â
âMebbeâbut probably not.â The sheriff straightened, losing patience with the farfetched and complicated notion, and said, âIâm goinâ to look for that missing rifle. In my opinion, if we find the gun, we have the murderer.â
âBut surely he got rid of it?â
âItâs likely he couldnât bear to throw it away. No man who appreciates a fine weapon is going to destroy a rifle like that. He mightâve stowed it someplace in a hurry after finding there was a witness on the riverbank, but my guess is heâll retrieve it.â
âHâm,â Wiki said thoughtfully, but before he could ask more, there was a rattle of footsteps on the companionway. He looked around and saw George Rochester rubbing his hands together and looking highly animated. âSir,â he cried over his shoulder to Erskine, who was coming up close behind him, âthereâs nothing to retard us nowâthe tideâs on the ebb and the windâs in our favor. Weâll trip anchor, if you please, and stand down the bay.â
âAye, sir!â
The orders were coming fast, the drawn-out words, âA-l-l visitors ashore!â almost lost in the rattle of, âAll hands!â and, âMan the windlass!â Wiki spun on his heel and scooted up the rigging, intent on the big mainsail that was waiting to be loosed. Below him as he sidled out along the yard the gang was working at the windlass to heave the anchor short.
Down went the sheriffâs boat, and down the side went the sheriff. The sky and the sea were brilliant, the water dancing and sparkling, tossed up by a brisk, fair breeze. The canvas dropped, snapped, and rippled taut. âSet jibs!â cried Captain Rochester, and with a snatch and a dainty lift of her bow the Swallow plucked her anchor.
Wikiâs last glimpse of the sheriff was as his boat drew away. The sunlight glittered on the five-pointed badge on his chest. He was not looking at Wiki but at Tristram T. Stanton, who was leaning on the rail directly below Wikiâs perch, and his expression was a study in frustration.
Five
Within days George Rochester was deeply regretting having banished Wiki from the after cabinsânot that there had been much choice, he supposed. His stateroom had been the only berth in the after quarters suitable for Astronomer Stanton; and if Wiki had not offered to move forward, George would have been forced to ask him to move into the forecastleânot that he had more than the vaguest idea of what life in the forecastle of a small brig was like. His previous seafaring experience had not included anything that resembled it in the slightest.
After Georgeâs grandparents had grudgingly consented to allow him to go to sea, he had approached a sailor heâd spied perched at ease on a New London wharf for advice about joining the navy. George could remember the fellow exactlyâan extremely weathered and cynical old salt
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