byIt was Captain Ensor who brought the message. He was a retired “master mariner,” rather better educated than most of his class, but otherwise, in appearance and manner, a typical British sailor. Incidentally, he was fifty-five and a widower. He arrived at Sexton Blake’s rooms about half-past nine in the morning.
“Mrs. Drury would be greatly obliged if you’d come to the house as quickly as possible,” he said. “She would have come for you herself, but her husband is terribly upset by what has happened, and she doesn’t like to leave him. They don’t keep a servant, you know; and as I’m their nearest neighbour, and, I suppose, their greatest friend, she asked me if I’d come and deliver her message.”
“And who is Mrs. Drury, pray?” asked Sexton Blake.
“She’s the wife of Jonathan Drury,” said
