The Case of a Cruising Phantom
BY S. H. MARPEL
IANOTHER BALMY NEW YEAR's eve on board a dinner cruise. A full capacity crowd. Dining and dancing and drinking.
Perfect for haunting and scaring and mayhem.
My type of evening these days. Ever since I died.
I almost wish they didn't make so much money off me, but then, I'd never find the people who pushed me overboard unless I could advertise. And ghosts can't exactly run an ad, I mean someone has to pay for it.
That was my exact point.
Someone needed to pay for it.
ANOTHER COUPLE COMING along the upper deck, where there weren't so many diners and waiters and crew to interrupt their privacy. They were young, and privileged, and care-free. Probably because someone else was picking up the tab.
Arm in arm, they walked, each holding a thi
