12: The Whistling Corpse
Weird Tales, July 1937
"WHY, STEEVENS, whatever is the matter? You look as if you'd seen a ghost."
"And if I haven't, it's by the mercy of Providence," replied the chief steward, "though what we may see before this trip is over is something I don't want to think about."
Mrs. Maddox stared. She'd been stewardess on board the S. S. Dragon for the past five years, worked under Steevens all that time, and knew him for the most even-tempered, easy-going creature that ever sailed in a ship. She felt a nasty sensation of goose-flesh and clutched her bundle of clean white towels a trifle more tightly in her arms.
"Good gracious me! Well, what is it? You're getting me all in l dither!"
"They've— they've opened Number 14!"
She frowned, blinked, and several towels slid
