Standing, he took Ned’s empty mug. “Galleon’s Reach comin’ up. Be changing tack in a minute er two. We two kin ’andle it, an’ t’ other pair kin sleep.”
“We have word of Clark’s whereabouts, sir.” The Inspector waited while the Commissioner took his seat. “He has taken up residence in a property registered in the name of his aunt—the mother of the deceased Hewlett.”
“Damned fool. Have you applied for a warrant yet?”
“I was about to seek your advice on it, sir. I would suggest we seek a warrant on the matter of the attempted murder of two men en route to Weymouth and the packet to Falmouth. One of the men involved in the murder is in custody.”
A smile replaced his frown. “By sheer coincidence, a naval patrol happened on them in the act. One man died, and one escaped, but one was taken—an
