cabin. Say you’re going for blankets, that you felt too cold here last
night. Your father’s dinner suit-slip it between the blankets. Not the
tropical one, the dark one. For heaven’s sake, see you’re not observed.
Have you any dark-coloured dresses?”
“Dark-coloured dresses?” she frowned. “Why “for pete’s sake!” I
said in low-voiced exasperation. I could hear the murmur of voices
outside. “Answer me!”
“A black cocktail dress.. “Bring it also.”
she looked at me steadily. “Would you mind telling me
the door opened and tony carreras came in, balancing easily on the
swaying, dipping deck. He carried a rain-spattered chart under his arm.
“Evening, all.” he spoke cheerfully enough, but for all that he
looked rather pale. “Carter, a small job from my father. Course
positions of the fort ticonderoga at eight a.m., noon, and four p.m.
To-day. Plot them and see if the conderoga is on its predicted course.”
“Fort ticonderoga being the name of the ship we have to intercept?”
“What else?”
“But-but the positions,” I said stupidly. “The course positions
of-how the devil do you know? don’t tell me the ticonderoga is actually
sending you her positions? are the are the radio operators on that
ship?”
“My father thinks of everything,” tony carreras said calmly.
“Literally everything. I told you he was a brilliant man. You know
we’re going to ask the ticonderoga to stand and deliver. Do you think
we want it sending out soss when we fire a warning shot across its bows?
the ticonderoga’s own radio officers had a slight accident before the
ship left england and had to be replaced by ah -more suitable men.”
“A slight accident?” susan said slowly. What with seasickness and
emotion, her face was the colour of paper, but she wasn’t scared of
carreras any, that I could see. “What kind of accident?”
“A kind that can so easily happen to any of us, miss beresford.”
tony carreras was still smiling, but somehow he no longer looked
charming and boyish. I couldn’t really see any expression on the face
at all; all I could see were the curiously flattened eyes. More than
ever I was sure that there was something wrong with young carreras’
eyes, and more than ever I was sure that the wrongness lay not in the
eyes alone but was symptomatic and indicative of a wrongness that lay
much deeper than the eyes. “Nothing serious, I assure you.” meaning
that they hadn’t been killed more than once. “One of the replacements
is not only a radioman but an expert navigator. We saw no reason why we
should not take advantage of this fact to keep us informed as to the
exact position of the ticonderoga. Every hour, on the hour.”
“Your father leaves nothing to chance,” I admitted. “Except that
he seems to be depending on me as the expert navigator on this ship.”
“He didn’t know-we weren’t to know-that all the other deck officers
on the campari were going to be-ah-so foolish. We-both my father and
i-dislike killing of any kind.” again the unmistakable ring of
sincerity, but I was beginning to wonder if the bell hadn’t a crack in
it. “My father is also a competent navigator, but unfortunately he has
his hands very full at the moment. He happens to be the only
professional seaman we have.”
“Your other men aren’t?”
“Alas, no. But they are perfectly adequate to the task of seeing
that professional seamen-your men-do their duties as they should.” this
was cheering news. If carreras persisted in pushing the campari through
the storm at this rate, practically everyone who wasn’t a professional
seaman was going to be feeling very ill indeed. That might help to ease
my night’s labours.
I said, “what’s going to happen to us after you’ve hijacked this
damned bullion?”
“Dump you all on the ticonderoga,” he said lazily. “What else?”
“Yes?” I sneered. “So that we can straight away notify every ship
that the campari had
“Notify whoever you like,” he said placidly. “Think we’re crazy?
we’re abandoning the campari the same morning: another vessel is already
standing by. Miguel carreras does think of everything.”
I said nothing and turned my attention to the charts while susan
made her request to be allowed to bring blankets. He smilingly said he
would accompany her and they left together. When they returned in five
minutes time I had entered the course positions on the chart and found
that the fort ticonderoga was really on course. I handed the chart to
carreras with that information; he thanked me and left.
dinner came at eight o’clock. It wasn’t much of a meal as campari
dinners went; antoine was never at his best when the elements were
against him, but it was fair enough for all that. Susan ate nothing. I
suspected that she had been sick more than once but had made no mention
of it; millionaire’s daughter or not, she was no crybaby and had no
self-pity, which was only what I would have expected from the daughter
of the beresfords. I wasn’t hungry myself. There was a knot in my
stomach that had nothing to do with the motion of the campari, but again
on the principle that I was going to need all the strength I could find,
I made a good meal. Macdonald ate as if he hadn’t seen food for a week.
Bullen still slept under sedation, restless against the securing straps
that held him to his bed, breathing still distressed, mumbling away
continuously to himself.
at nine o’clock marston said, “time now for coffee, john?”
“Time for coffee,” I agreed. Marston’s hands, I noticed, weren’t
quite steady. After too many years of consuming the better part of a
bottle of rum every night, his nerves weren’t in any too fit a condition
for this sort of thing. Susan brought in five cups of coffee, one at a
time the wild pitching of the campari, the jarring, jolting shocks as we
crashed down into the troughs, made the carrying of more than one at a
time impossible. One for herself, one for macdonald, one for marston,
one for me-and one for the sentry, the same youngster as had been on
guard the previous night. For the four of us, sugar; for the sentry, a
spoonful of white powder from marston’s dispensary. Susan took his cup
outside.
“How’s our friend?” I asked when she returned. “Almost as green
as I am.” she tried to smile, but it didn’t come off. “Seemed glad to
get it.”
“Where is he?”
“In the passage. Sitting on the floor, jammed in a corner, gun
across his knees.”
“How long before that stuff acts, doctor?”
“If he drinks it all straight away, maybe twenty minutes.
and don’t ask me how long the effects will last. People vary so
much that i’ve no idea. Maybe half an hour, maybe three hours. You can
never be certain with those things.”
“You’ve done all you can. Except the last thing. Take off those
outside bandages and those damned splints, will you?”
he looked nervously at the door. “If someone comes “we’ve been
through all that,” I said impatiently. “Even by taking a chance and
losing, we’ll be no worse off than we were before. Take them off.”
marston fetched a chair to give himself steadier support, sat down,
eased the point of his scissors under the bandages holding the splints
in place and sliced through them with half a dozen swift, clean cuts.
The bandages fell away; the splints came loose, and then the door
opened. Half a dozen long strides and tony carreras was by my bedside,
staring down thoughtfully. He looked even paler than the last time i’d
seen him.
“The good healer on the night shift, eh? having a little patient
trouble, doctor?”
“Trouble?” I said hoarsely. I’d my eyes screwed half shut, lips
compressed, fists lying on the coverlet tightly clenched. Carter in
agony. I hoped I wasn’t overdoing it. “Is your father mad, carreras?”
I closed my eyes completely and stifled-nearly-a moan as the campari
lurched forward and down into an abnormally deep trough with a
shuddering, jarring impact that all but threw carreras off his feet.
Even through closed doors, even above the eldritch howl of the wind and
the lash of the gale-driven rain, the sound of the impact was like
gunfire and not distant gunfire at that. “Does he want to kill us all?
why in god’s name can’t he slow down?”
“Mr. carter is in very great pain,” doc marston said quietly.
Whatever his faults as a doctor, he was fast at catching on, and when
you looked into those steady, wise blue eyes beneath the magnificent
mane of white hair, it was impossible not to believe him. “Agony would
be a better word. He has, as you know, a compound fracture of the
femur.” with delicate fingers he touched the bloodstained bandages that
had been concealed by the splints so that carreras could see just how