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`` I 'm going around after you , and if I find so much as a pint , I 'll put you in that room you have just left , and lock you in . '' He turned even grayer , and went into the storeroom . A day later , and the crew would probably have resented what they saw that morning . But that day they only looked up apathetically from their gruesome work of sewing into bags of canvas the sheeted bodies on the deck , while a gray-faced Negro in a white coat flung over the rail cases of fine wines , baskets and boxes full of bottles , dozen after dozen of brandies and liquors , all sinking beyond salvage in the blue Atlantic . MY first thought had been for the women , and , unluckily , to save them a shock I had all evidences of the crime cleared away as quickly as possible . Stains that might have been of invaluable service in determining the murderer were washed away almost before they were dry . I realized this now , too late .