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A Mystery Story
By
ROY J. SNELL
Reilly & Lee
Chicago
COPYRIGHT 1939
BY
REILLY & LEE
PRINTED IN THE U.S.A.
It was midnight. Johnny Thompson pacedthe deck of the Sea Nymph alone. He wouldbe doing this until daybreak. The tropical nightwas glorious. There was a faint breeze—justenough to ripple the waters where the phosphorescentlight thrown off by a million tinycreatures rivaled the stars above.
“Spooky,” he thought, meditatively. “Outhere all alone with the night.... Natives overthere.” He faced the east, where dark greenhills loomed out of the water. Over there wasa small island. Johnny never had been there.Some time he’d get into a canoe and paddleover. Earlier in the evening he had seen a light,a white man’s light, he had thought, withoutknowing why. He—
His thoughts were interrupted by someonemoving, up forward. Or was there? He hadsupposed they all were asleep—the strange