Monday 10th November
Still stormy
Received a rather unpleasant visit from "Stinky" Johnson. He didn't say anything definite, but I gathered from the hints he dropped that he believes he knows what's happened to Evans' teddy bear. What's more, I think he's actually guessed correctly. Presumably all that's stopping him running to Evans is a lack of evidence. I must keep my door locked at all times while I consider what to do. He had a look in his eyes of one who wishes to begin searching the cabin. What it is to have a guilty secret, Diary dear!
We call tomorrow at port to take on supplies before crossing the Atlantic. I should really take the opportunity to send a lettery to Adeline and ask how she and little what's-his-name are doing.
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