Thinking black; 22 years without a break in the long grass of Central ...

"BORING IN" FARTHER 83
was a canoe-man who found out soon enough that dead
men can chase the living both above ground and beneath.
These three strangers had come to the ferry seeking a
crossing, and soon they were shooting across the creeks to
the other side. But as the time passed, the ferryman
slowly and surely found himself in the deadly grips of
this murderous idea to kill his passengers and grab their
goods, particularly that red shawl, yes^ that hlood-red
shawl. So he did the deed, speared the lot, and threw
the bodies to the crocs. But watch how heaven, earth,
and water are leagued against him and sworn into the
service of justice as sort of special constables to patrol
the lonely marshes. Incredible it all looks, yet you can
shudderingly guess what happened—the crocodiles refused
to oblige the murderer, and kept well up river near their
favourite promenade, the confluence. Next come the
quick currents on the scene as sort of Scotland Yard
detectives, and away they go at full speed, the three
corpses sailing straight for the murderer s own fishing-hut
hard on the shore. At dawn, out comes Eugene Aram
Africanus, to be confronted with his victims, the long
accurate voyage perfectly piloted by God Almighty's own
currents. Tableau ! N., S., E., and W. that murderer
looked before doing the deed, looked everywhere—except
UP. And, of course, this is only half of the story, for the
expectant hostess, seeing the days pass, suspects foul play.
There are currents on land as well as on water, and people's
tongues will wag. And just as the river currents brought
the corpses home to the murderer, so these land currents