Chapter Twenty TwoGREENLAND SEA
JULY - AUGUST 1914
A dead woman bites not
Patrick, 6th Lord Gray (d 1612)
I waved the revolver at the leading men and they withdrew a reluctant step. They remained crowded in the entrance to my claustrophobic cabin, filled with sullen anger as I waved the weapon around, unsure if I could actually pull the trigger and shoot one of my own shipmates, but certain I could not let them grab Isbister. 'If anybody puts a single finger on this woman I swear to God I'll put a bullet in his brain, sure as death!'
The men retreated another inch and, encouraged, I stepped forward. 'Sinclair, you come in here where you're safe.' I presented the revolver again, feeling it heavy in my hand. 'Get in, man!'
'They're in it together!' It was Donaldson that broke the impas
