For all that anyone in Nassau could say with assurance, the man who killed Sir Harry Oakes might even now be sipping a whiskey & soda at the Prince George bar. Or he might be racing a fleet sailboat before the Royal Nassau Sailing Club. He might be talking business in a Nassau office, taking part in a cocktail-party discussion of the mystery—or resting, full fathom five, beneath the clear waters off Hog Island. Or he might not be in the Bahamas at all.
Strange Silence. Few in Nassau had doubted the outcome of...
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