There's no foretelling what you will ""espy on the poop deck"" of the Dolphin where Melloney, lovely anguished Melloney, is to spend her last summer en route to the Mediterranean with her new companion, Annabel, and her devoted guardian, Jason, whom they both love. Or below where there's a message on the porthole and the moans of a weeping man and one accidental death follows another presaged by dreadful ""heart-cries."" More story than you can expect for your mad money or than this author has previously provided but the writing's as anguished as Melloney.