No Good Deed 96
By Ewan
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We stood beside the railing, watching the passengers troop off. Of course, they passed the Enterprise by, who would not have done so? But I did espy one figure boarding the tub. I pointed the until recently disappeared Ishmael out to Miss P, but perhaps she was a little blinded by the sun, for she claimed to be unable to see anyone. However, the sun was almost directly overhead, and we, from the deck of the Turk, were looking down on both the jetty and Kincaid’s Enterprise.
A bare quarter hour later I found myself alone with Winona Shepherd in the cabin. Miss Pardoner had intimated that she had a secondary mission on the Turk and that I would be such a hindrance as could only distract her from the task. Since she was adamant in her refusal to enlighten me as to what task that might be, I presumed it could only be something to my own detriment. Miss Shepherd looked a little better. I felt the powder and pallor combined showed her fine features at some disadvantage, and was pleased to see her au naturel. I enquired after her well-being.
‘I am as well as can be expected, Mr Imposter.’
‘Who of us is who we seem, Miss Shepherd?’
She did not reply.
‘You trust that woman, the one you keep calling Miz Pardoner?’
‘Trust? We have, and have had in the past, interests in common.’
‘She does not trust you, Sir.’
‘I’ve never been a man to be trusted.’
‘You will not flirt with me, Northrup, or whoever you are.’
She neither held up a hand, nor turned away, nor indeed did she do anything but remain seated on the chair by the cot, but it was clear to me that there would be no trifling with this woman. I could not believe that she had found herself in her earlier predicament save by her own choice.
‘Miss Pardoner’s distrust, does it pertain to some particular aspect of our scheme?’
She laughed,
‘Our scheme? You hope to make off with some, if not all, of the silver by some subterfuge. That forms no part of any scheme of mine or indeed Miss Pardoner's, come to that.’
A knife appeared in Miss Shepherd’s hand, it was no dainty thing.
‘Take care, Sir. If you betray my people I will gut you and watch you die.’
I had been on the point of asking her to accompany me to the saloon bar for a convivial drink or two, but thought better of it, and went on deck.
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That's what I like to see.
That's what I like to see. Glad you're back to writing this story. Looks like girl power was around even back then.
As always Ewan I'm enjoying reading.
Jenny.
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I haven't read the previous
I haven't read the previous parts, but might take a look.
Parson Thru
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