Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon

“If you like. But my moussaka is—”

He cupped his hand over her breast. “Dinner can wait. I can’t.”

She laughed. “All right. I’ll go change. It won’t take me a minute.”

“I’ll race you.”

He went upstairs to his clothes closet, changed into a pair of slacks, a sweater and boat shoes. Now that the moment was here, he was filled with a sense of wild anticipation, a feeling of excitement that was almost an explosion.

He heard her voice. “I’m ready, darling.”

He turned. She stood in the doorway, dressed in a sweater, a pair of black slacks and canvas shoes. Her long, blond hair was tied back with a little blue ribbon. My God, she’s beautiful! he thought. It seemed almost a shame to waste that beauty.

“So am I,” George told her.

 

 

She noticed the motor launch secured to the stern of the yacht. “What’s that for, darling?”

“There’s a little island at the end of the bay that I’ve always wanted to explore,” George explained. “We’ll take the launch over to it so we won’t have to worry about rocks.”

He cast off the lines and powered slowly out of the slip. He nosed into the wind to raise the mainsail and jib, and the boat fell off on a starboard tack. The wind caught the large sails and the Corsair surged forward. George headed out to sea. As they cleared the breakwater, they were met with a stiff force-five wind, and the boat started heeling, its lee rail running under.

“It’s wild and lovely,” she called out. “I’m so happy, darling.”

He smiled. “So am I.”

In an odd way, it gave George Mellis pleasure that Alexandra was happy, that she was going to die happy. He scanned the horizon to make certain no other boats were close by. There were only faint lights from afar. It was time.

He put the boat on automatic pilot, took one last look around the empty horizon and walked over to the lee railing, his heart beginning to pound with excitement.

“Alex,” he called. “Come look at this.”

She made her way over to him and looked down at the cold, dark water racing below them.

“Come to me.” His voice was a harsh command.

She moved into his arms, and he kissed her hard on the lips. His arms closed around her, hugging her, and he felt her body relax. He flexed his muscles and began to lift her in the air toward the railing.

She was fighting him suddenly. “George!”

He lifted her higher, and he felt her try to pull away, but he was too strong for her. She was almost on top of the railing now, her feet kicking wildly, and he braced himself to shove her over the side. At that instant, he felt a sudden white-hot pain in his chest. His first thought was, I’m having a heart attack. He opened his mouth to speak and blood came spurting out. He dropped his arms and looked down at his chest in disbelief. Blood was pouring from a gaping wound in it. He looked up, and she was standing there with a bloody knife in her hand, smiling at him.

George Mellis’s last thought was, Eve…

 

 

34

 

It was ten o’clock in the evening when Alexandra arrived at the house at Dark Harbor. She had tried telephoning George there several times, but there had been no answer. She hoped he would not be angry because she had been detained. It had been a stupid mix-up. Early that afternoon, as Alexandra was leaving for Dark Harbor, the phone had rung. She had thought, I’m late. Let it ring, and had gone out to the car. The maid had come hurrying after her.

“Mrs. Mellis! It’s your sister. She says it is urgent.”

When Alexandra picked up the telephone, Eve said, “Darling, I’m in Washington, D.C. I’m having a terrible problem. I have to see you.”

“Of course,” Alexandra said instantly. “I’m leaving for Dark Harbor now to meet George, but I’ll be back Monday morning and—”

“This can’t wait.” Eve sounded desperate. “Will you meet me at La Guardia Airport? I’ll be on the five o’clock plane.”