“This where Sah Walter was wantin’ to go this mo’nin’, sah.” Plum was standing at the tiller, a line in one hand running to the little dinghy’s boom. “You want me to put in, sah?”
The Duke shook his head. “No, Plum, there will be no need for that. Could you circle the Cay, I’d like to survey it today, then return to port?”
As the man moved to obey, the Duke questioned him. “You say Sir Walter had bled copiously when you found him, Plum.”
“Sah?”
The Duke blinked. “You say there was blood spattered all over the room.”
“Yes, sah.”
“I didn’t think a bullet to the brain would cause such bleeding.”
“Bullet, sah?”
“Yes. Was Sir Walter not killed by a gunshot?”
The black man shrugged. “That man’s throat be slashed and his belly sliced open. Whoevah done in Sir Walter was one mean person.
