The golden rendezvous by MacLean, Alistair

us?”

“I’m sorry, sir.” miss werner, the nurse, had a low, husky voice.

“We heard and saw nothing. Nothing at all that might be of any help.

But if there’s anything we can do “there’s nothing for you to do,”

cerdan interrupted harshly, “except your job. We can’t help you,

gentlemen. Good evening.” once more outside in the passageway, I let

go a long, deep breath that I seemed to have been holding for the past

two minutes and turned to cummings. “I don’t care how much that old

battle-axe is paying for his stateroom,” I said bitterly. “He’s still

being undercharged.”

“I can see why mr. and mrs. Cerdan junior were glad to have him

off their hands for a bit,” cummings conceded. Coming from the normally

imperturbable and diplomatic purser, this was the uttermost limit in

outright condemnation. He glanced at his watch. “Not getting anywhere,

are we? and in another fifteen, twenty minutes the passengers will

start drifting back to their cabins. How about if you finish off here

while I go below with white?”

“Right. Ten minutes.” I took keys from white and started on the

remaining four suites while cummings left for the six on the deck below.

Ten minutes later, having drawn a complete blank in three of the four

remaining suites, I found myself in the last of them, the big one on the

port side, aft, belonging to julius beresford and his family. I

searched the cabin belonging to beresford and his wife-and by this time

I was really searching, not just only for benson, but for any signs that

he might have been there-but again a blank. The same in the lounge and

bathroom. I moved into a second and smaller cabin the one belonging to

beresford’s daughter. Nothing behind the furniture, nothing behind the

drapes, nothing under the four-poster. I moved to the aft bulkhead and

slid back the roll doors that turned the entire side of the cabin into

one huge wardrobe. Miss susan beresford, I reflected, certainly did

herself well in the way of clothes. There must have been about sixty or

seventy hangers in that wall cupboard, and if any one hanger was draped

with anything that cost less than two or three hundred dollars, I sadly

missed my guess. I ploughed my way through the balenciagas, diors, and

givenchys, looking behind and beneath. But nothing there. I closed the

roll doors and moved across to a small wardrobe in a corner. It was

full of furs, coats, capes, stoles; why anyone should haul that stuff

along on a cruise to the caribbean was completely beyond me. I laid my

hand on a particularly fine full-length specimen and was moving it to

one side to peer into the darkness behind when I heard a faint click, as

of a handle being released, and a voice said: “it is rather a nice mink,

isn’t it, mr. carter? that should be worth two years’ salary to you any

day.”

chapter 3

[tuesday 9.30 pm. 10:15 p.m.]

susan beresford was a beauty, all right. A perfectly oval shaped

face, high cheekbones, shining auburn hair, eyebrows two shades darker,

and eyes the greenest green you ever saw, she had all the officers on

the ship climbing the walls, even the ones she tormented the life out

of. All except carter, that was. A permanent expression of cool

amusement does nothing to endear the wearer to me. Not, just then, that

I had any complaint on that ground. She was neither cool nor amused,

and that was a fact. Two dull red spots of anger-and was there perhaps

a tinge of fear?-touched the tanned cheeks, and if the expression on her

face didn’t yet indicate the reaction of someone who has just come

across a particularly repulsive beetle under a flat stone you could see

that it was going to turn into something like that pretty soon; it

didn’t require any micrometer to measure the curl at the corner of her

mouth. I let the mink drop back into place and pulled the wardrobe door

to. “You shouldn’t startle people like that,” I said reproachfully.

“You should have knocked.”

“I should have “her mouth tightened; she still wasn’t amused.

“What were you going to do with that coat?”

“Nothing. I never wear mink, miss beresford. It doesn’t suit me.”

I smiled, but she didn’t. “I can explain.”

“I’m sure you can.” she was halfway round the edge of the door

now, on her way out. “But I think I would rather you made the

explanation to my father.”

“Suit yourself,” I said easily. “But please hurry. What i’m doing

is urgent. Use the phone there. Or shall I do it?”

“Leave that phone alone,’ she said irritably. She sighed, closed

the door and leaned against it, and I had to admit that any door, even

the expensively panelled ones on the campari, looked twice the door with

susan beresford draped against it. She shook her head, then gave me an

up-from-under look with those startling green eyes. “I can picture many

things, mr. carter, but one thing I can’t visualise is our worthy chief

officer taking off for some deserted island in a ship’s lifeboat with my

mink in the stern sheets.” getting back to normal, I noted with regret.

“Besides, why should you? there must be over fifty thousand dollars’

worth of jewellery lying loose in that drawer there.”

“I missed that,” I admitted. “I wasn’t looking in drawers. I am

looking for a man who is sick or unconscious or worse, and benson

wouldn’t fit in any drawer i’ve ever seen.”

“Benson? Your head steward? that nice man?” she came a couple of

steps towards me and I was obscurely pleased to see the quick concern in

her eyes. “He’s missing?” I told her all I knew myself. That didn’t

take long. When I was finished, she said, “well, upon my word! what a

to-do about nothing. He could have gone for a stroll round the decks,

or a sit-down, or a smoke, yet the first thing you do is to start

searching cabins “you don’t know benson, miss beresford. He has never

in his life left the passenger accommodation before eleven p.m. We

couldn’t be more concerned if we’d found that the officer of the watch

had disappeared from the bridge or the quartermaster had left the wheel.

Excuse me a moment.” I opened the cabin door to locate the source of

voices outside and saw white and another steward some way down the

passage. White’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of me, then clouded in

disapproval when he saw susan beresford emerging through the doorway

behind me. White’s sense of propriety was having a roller-coasts ride

that night. “I was wondering where you were, sir,” he said reprovingly.

“Mr. cummings sent me up. No luck down below, i’m afraid, sir. Mr.

cummings is going through our quarters now.” he stood still for a

moment, then the anxiety came to the foreground and erased the

disapproval from his face. “What shall I do now, sir?”

“Nothing. Not personally. You’re in charge till we find the chief

steward, and the passengers come first, you know that. Detail three

stewards to be at the forward entrance to the ‘a’ accommodation in ten

minutes time. One to search the officers quarters forward, another for

the officers quarters aft, the third for the galleys, pantries,

storerooms. But wait till I give the word. Miss beresford, i’d like to

use your phone, please.” I didn’t wait for permission. I lifted the

phone, got the exchange, had them put me through to the bo’sun’s cabin,

and found I was lucky. He was at home. “Macdonald? first mate here.

Sorry to call you out, archie, but there’s trouble. Benson’s missing.”

“The chief steward, sir?” there was something infinitely

reassuring about that deep, slow voice that had never lost a fraction of

its lilting west highland intonation in twenty years at sea, in the

complete lack of surprise or excitement in the tone. Macdonald was

never surprised or excited about anything. He was more than my strong

right arm; he was deck-side the most important person on the ship. And

the most indispensable. “You’ll have searched the passengers’ and the

stewards’ quarters then?”

“Yes. Nothing doing. Take some men, on or off watch, doesn’t

matter, move along the main decks. Lots of the crew usually up there at

this time of night. See if any of them saw benson or saw or heard

anything unusual. Maybe he’s sick; maybe he fell and hurt himself; for

all I know he’s overboard.”

“And if we’ve no luck? another bloody search, sir, I suppose?”

“I’m afraid so. Can you be finished and up here in ten minutes?”

“That will be no trouble, sir.” I hung up, got through to the duty

engineer officer, asked him to detain some men to come to the passenger

accommodation, made another call to tommy wilson, the second officer,

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