The Sailcloth Shroud

The man nobody knew much about was buried at sea. He had been middle-aged, an almost professional sailor, and he had suffered a heart attack. There was nothing in his personal effects to suggest that he might have possessed a fortune.

Of the two men who had been aboard with him, one was dead two days after the small ketch reached port. Dead by murder. The other man, captain and owner of the boat, was suddenly the object of intense scrutiny by the police and the FBI. He also found himself under a different and less subtle pressure from an underworld gang that was determined to discover a secret he didn’t know he had. Obviously, his life depended on finding out the true identity of the man he had buried at sea, as well as on solving the grisly enigma of his death.