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Latham's ship. Never was too bright. And after what happened, his mind went
completely. Off the deep end, you know. The captain kept him locked in the
front bedroom here for twenty years."


This was getting really interestingЧI slept in the front bedroom.


"After what happened?" I said.


led took another long, slow swallow, then studied the label on the beer bottle
approvingly. "Good stuff," he said. "Where'd you pick it up?"


"In Boston," said Dad.


"First-rate suds," Ted said. "Can't get it around here."


"Come on, tell us about this tragedy," I said, really curious now.


"Well, Captain Latham's ship was out in the South Pacific somewhere, and they
picked up this shipwrecked sailor. Nothing left of his ship but the


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timber he was floating on. There wasn't much room on those traders, you know,
and the guy they rescued had to bunk down with somebody else. The captain's
brother got him. The next morning the stranger was dead. Kind of too bad,
after he got out of his shipwreck alive. Strangled. Ever see somebody who was
strangled? Red marks on the throat and the eyes popping out and the tongue all
black and swollen andЧ"


"No. I never have," Mom said, putting a hand on her pink neck.


"Well, it was the captain's brother that killed him, everybody could see that.
Didn't even try to deny it. Must have been a little embarrassing for the
captain."


"They were drinking and had a fight, I suppose," Dad said, trying to prod Ted
along.