The Phantom Scimitar

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The bag changed hands. Five minutes later, as I was preparing to go ashore, arose a horrid scream above the berthing clamour. Those passengers yet aboard made in the direction from which the scream had proceeded.

A steward - the one to whom Professor Deeping had spoken - lay writhing at the foot of the stairs leading to the saloon-deck. His right hand had been severed above the wrist!