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 “I hurried forward,” continued the surgeon. “A few seconds later I reached the radio shack. A dark figure came tearing around the rear of that structure and almost bumped into me. The fellow saw me and drew back. I passed on. The fellow went into the radio room, for I distinctly heard the door slam after I passed. He was evidently in too much of a hurry to shut it quietly.”

The surgeon paused. “The fellow!” cried the captain. “Who was he? Have you any idea?”

“I certainly have. Although it was perfectly dark out on deck, I saw the man’s face clearly outlined against a light. It was Black.”