“One called Kema, lord.” Sanders turned to his orderly. “Find me Kema,” he said, and Abiboo shifted his feet. “Lord, he has died the death,” he said simply, “for whilst you slept he came to slay you. And I had some palaver with him.” “And?” “Lord, I saw him for an evil man and I smote his head from his body with a machette.” Sanders was silent. He stood looking at the deck, then he turned to his cabin. “Master,” said the waiting headman, “what of me?” The Commissioner stretched his finger towards the shore, and wit…
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