The guests ranged themselves at both sides of the door, like the chorus in a grand opera, A figure appeared in the entrance. It was not Mary Bellamy, but Florence. As if to keep the scene relentlessly theatrical, she began to cry out in a small,...
«NIGHT…
FOG…
AND MURDER!!
It had begun as a voyage to freedom, a dream come true.
But now every passenger on the ship was stalked by deadly fear, every shadow had become infused with dread.
One man had died, a knife buried...