Evening Five
Having made a show of unusual decisiveness the previous day, the passengers of the
Herculina quickly returned to form, splitting into two camps in equal numbers. On the one side, it was argued that, for all his money,
The Tycoon's humble origins made him exactly the sort of chap who might go around shooting people. The other side, meanwhile, held that
The Socialite was more than slightly unhinged, owing in all likelihood to the number of marriages between first cousins in her well-documented family tree. In the end, though, it was the learned voice of
The Professor which proved decisive, as he bored his opponents into submission with a lengthy - and incredibly misogynistic - analysis of the female psyche.
So it was that, in the eerie orange light of the Mediterranean sunset, Belle Arto was escorted below deck and, according to Captain McGinty, fell to her death on a harpoon which had 'mysteriously reappeared' at the bottom of the stairs.
Night has fallen. Send orders where applicable and continue talking in private as permitted.