"The kedan appear to be more than hospitable enough to negate the need for money." And given that he wasn't sure, yet, whether he would return home with any possessions gathered here on the turtle, there was no point in asking for euros. He also wasn't in a position where he was willing to reduce himself to asking Pleasant of all people for information, but a favour ... perhaps.

The apology actually sounded sincere. Solomon regarded the skeleton for another few moments, very nearly surprised. A sincere apology from Skulduggery Pleasant was an occasion to remember.

"There was no Necromancy involved," he said at last. "The victim was killed by drowning. Magical, apparently, since it happened about six feet in the air ten feet away from the fountain. Unless you're going to claim that Vile is in actuality an ambidextrous sorcerer, I don't think he's responsible."

He said it dryly, though he wasn't going to deny it was a relief to know Vile most likely wasn't on the turtle. That still didn't explain Pleasant's strange fixation on the idea. "Whyever did you assume Vile was responsible in the first place?"