If he had, Captain Imrie wasn’t saying so. He wasn’t saying anything. He didn’t exactly have the look of a man who was thinking and thinking hard.
“Mr. Goin puts it very succinctly,” Otto said. “Very succinctly indeed. And there’s a major point that seems to have escaped you, Captain Imrie. You have reminded me of something I said earlier. May I remind you of something you said earlier. May I remind you–”
“And may I interrupt, Mr. Gerran,” I said. I knew damn well what he was going to say and the last thing I wanted was to hear him say it. “Please. A peace formula, if you wish. You want to continue. So does Mr. Goin, so does Mr. Heissman. So do I-if only because my reputation as a doctor seems to depend on it. Tadeusz?”
“No question,” said the Count. “Bear Island.”
“And, of course, it would be unfair to ask either Mr. Smith or Mr.
Stokes. So I propose-”
“This isn’t Parliament, Dr. Marlowe,” Imrie said. “Not even a local town council. Decisions aboard a vessel at sea are not arrived at by popular vote.”
“I’ve no intention that they should be. I suggest we draw up a document. I suggest we note Captain Imrie’s proposals and considered opinions. I suggest if more illness occurs we run immediately for Hammerfest, even though we are at the time only one hour distant from Bear Island. I suggest it be recorded that Captain Imrie be protected and absolved from any accusation of hazarding the health of his crew and passengers in light of the medical officer’s affidavit-which I will write out and sign-that no such hazard exists: the only charge the captain has to worry about at any time is the physical hazarding of his vessel and that doesn’t exist here. Then we will state that the captain is absolved from all blame and responsibility for any consequences arising from our decision: the navigation and handling of the vessel remains, of course, his sole responsibility. Then all five of us sign it. Captain Imrie?”
“Agreed.” There is a time to be prompt and Captain Imrie clearly regarded this as such a time. At best, the proposal was a lame compromise, but one he was glad to accept. “Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me. I have to be up betimes-4 A.M. to be precise.” I wondered when he had last risen at that unearthly hour-not, probably, since his fishing days had ended: but the illness of mate and bosan made for exceptional circumstances. He looked at me. I will have that document at breakfast?”
“At breakfast. I wonder, Captain, if on your way to bed you could ask Haggerty to come to see me. I’d ask him personally, but he’s a bit touchy about civilians like myself.”
“A lifetime in the Royal Navy is not forgotten overnight. Now?”
“Say ten minutes? In the galley.”
“Still pursuing your enquiries, is that it? It’s not your fault, Dr. Marlowe.”
If it wasn’t my fault, I thought, I wished they’d all stop making me feel it was. Instead I thanked him and said good night and he said good night to us and left accompanied by Smithy and Mr. Stokes. Otto steepled his fingers and regarded me in his best chairman-of-the-board fashion.
“We owe you our thanks, Dr. Marlowe. That was well done, an excellent face-saving proposal.” He smiled. “I am not accustomed to suffering interruption lightly but in this case it was justified.”
If I hadn’t interrupted we’d all be on our way to Hammerfest now. You were about to remind him of that part of your contract with him which states that he will obey all your orders other than those that actually endanger the vessel. You were about to point out that as no such physical danger exists, he was technically in breach of contract and so would be legally liable to the forfeiture of the entire contract fee, which would certainly have ruined him. But for a man like that money ranks a long, long way behind pride and Captain Imrie is a very proud man. He’d have told you to go to hell and turned his ship for Hammerfest.”
“I’d say that our worthy physician’s assessment is a hundred percent accurate.” The Count had found some brandy and now helped himself freely. “You came close there, Otto, my boy.” If the company chairman felt annoyance at being thus familiarly addressed by his cameraman, he showed no evidence of it. He said: “I agree. We are in your debt, Dr. Marlowe.”
“A free seat at the premiere,” I said, “and all debts discharged.” I left the board to its deliberations and weaved my unsteady way down to the passenger accommodation. Allen and Mary darling were still in the same place in the lounge, only now she had her head on his shoulder and seemed to be asleep. I gave him a casually acknowledging wave of my hand and he answered in kind: he seemed to be becoming accustomed to my peripatetic presence.
I entered the Duke’s cabin without knocking, lest there was someone there asleep. There was. Eddie, the electrician, was very sound indeed and snoring heavily, the sight of his cabin-mate’s close brush with the reaper hadn’t unnerved him any that I could see. Cecil Golightly was awake and looking understandably very pale and drawn but not noticeably suffering, largely, it seemed very likely, because Mary Stuart, who was just as pale as he was, was sitting by his bedside and holding his far from reluctant hand. I was beginning to think that perhaps she had more friends than either she or I thought she had.
“Good lord!” I said. “You still here?”
“Didn’t you expect me to be? You asked me to stay and keep an eye on him. Or had you forgotten?”
“Certainly not,” I lied. “Didn’t expect you to remain so long, that’s all. You’ve been very kind.” I looked down upon the recumbent Duke. “Feeling a bit better?”
“Lots, Doctor. Lots better.” With his voice not much more than a strained whisper he didn’t sound it but, then, after what he’d been through in the past hour I didn’t expect him to.
“I’d like to have a little talk with you,” I said. “Just a couple of minutes. Feel up to it?”
He nodded. Mary dear said: “I’ll leave you then,” and made to rise but I put a restraining hand on her shoulder.
“No need. The Duke and I share no secrets.” I gave him what I hoped would be translated as a thoughtful look. “It’s just possible, though, that the Duke might be concealing a secret from me.”
“Me? A-a secret?” Cecil was genuinely puzzled.
“Tell me. When did the pains start?”
“The pains? Half-past nine. Ten. Something like that, I can’t be sure.” Temporarily bereft of his quick wit and chirpy humour, the Duke was a very woebegone Cockney sparrow indeed. “When this thing hit me I Wasn’t feeling much like looking at watches.”
“I’m sure you weren’t,” I said sympathetically. “And dinner was the last bite you had tonight?”
“The last bite.” His voice even sounded firm.
“Not even another teeny-weeny snack? You see, Cecil, I’m puzzled. Miss Stuart has told you that others have been ill, too?” He nodded. “Well, the odd thing is that the others began to be ill almost at once after eating. But it took well over an hour in your case. I find it very strange. You’re absolutely sure? You’d nothing?”
“Doctor!” He wheezed a bit. “You know me.”
“Yes. That’s why I’m asking.” Mary dear was looking at me with coolly appraising and rather reproachful brown eyes, any moment now and she was going to say didn’t I know Cecil was a sick man. “You see, I know that the others who were sick were suffering from some kind of food poisoning that they picked up at dinner and I know how to treat them. But your illness must have had another cause, I’ve no idea what it was or how to treat it and until I can make some sort of diagnosis I can’t afford to take chances. You’re going to be very hungry tomorrow morning and for some time after that but I have to give your system time to settle down: I don’t want you to eat anything that might provoke a reaction so violent that I mightn’t be able to cope with it this time. Time will give the all clear.”
“I don’t understand, Doctor.”
“Tea and toast for the next three days.”
The Duke didn’t turn any paler than he was because that was impossible: he just looked stricken.
“Tea and toast?” His voice was a weak croak. “For three days!”
“For your own good, Cecil.” I patted him sympathetically on the shoulder and straightened, preparing to leave. “We just want to see you on your feet again.”
I was feeling peckish, like,” the Duke explained with some pathos.