"Let me through please! Let me through..." another man came into view. He looked over middle-aged, and carried a bag with him.
"You're too late, Marsden." said the captain, "the boy is dead."
The doctor knelt down and examined the body.
"What are we going to do?" Sheila asked.
"Relax," Stephen said, "just relax...Captain, are you sure?"
"Very sure," said the captain, "Several of the islands around here don't have a proper police-force; just village police...and they won't be any good."
"So what do we do?" Mrs. Carver asked.
"We shall keep the body on ice," said the captain, "Freeze it. Set sail for the States. If we dock in Charleston, the police there will be able to help us."
"But..." she said.
"I'm sorry miss, but that's all we can do." said the captain. "Jenkins!"
"Yessir?" said one of the crewmen.
"Take the lad's body down to the hold and put him in the freezer."
"But..."
"We need to keep the body fresh if a coroner's going to look at him, Jenkins. It won't last long in the Caribbean heat!"
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