Dogtective William and the pirates. Elizabeth Wasserman

scampered off, still cursing under his breath.

      The other man was still standing quietly in the dark, smoking his fragrant pipe. After a short while, he followed the way Preston had gone. Then his footsteps stopped and I saw the light of a torch flickering through the slit of the door of the cupboard where we were hiding.

      He was inspecting the deck.

      “Merde!” he cried.

      He knocked his pipe on the railing to clean out the last tobacco, and then he was gone.

      William would have to be more careful with his toilet!