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All the rest of the day, Mary Ann kept listening and looking for the mysterious singer. It was not the Skipper. He was with her when she heard the music. It could not be Mr Howell, either. The singer was a tenor, his voice not deep enough to belong to the millionaire.

At dinnertime, she could not stand it any longer. "Alright, who's been singing Nat King Cole all day?" She glared at Gilligan and the Professor. "I know it's one of you."

There was silence. Then six Castaways stared in shock as the seventh struck up 'Unforgettable' once again.

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