Contents
Title page
Dedication
Foreword by
Colin Matthews
Author’s Note
A train was travelling northwards …
He is to climb at last.
The jerk woke the sleeper …
It was when, in response to the bugle …
It is the moment between dusk and dark …
The next morning …
Hempson and Pyce …
Edward, exploring …
The gale blew …
Promptly at eleven …
That night the wind dropped …
Later that night …
As he had gone about his rounds …
The night as most of the passengers …
The unfamiliarity of shipboard days …
Edward also spent time in his cabin …
So of course he sat in vain …
In token of the latitude …
The shipboard ritual …
Next morning …
Very early next day …
From then on …
Like many of the others …
The pretty settlement of Santarem …
Frau von Pussels had be posting a notice …
She laid down her pen …
A spotless cream panama hat …
But within half an hour
…
Miles Moss arrived punctually
…
And an afternoon sitting on deck
…
He crossed the Atlantic in full retreat …
Epilogue
About the Author
By the same author
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