up at the dock at the Point.'
Beth, being boss, got to untie the war pipe from the kitchen lamp. Lorraine stuffed the pipe's bowl with Drum shag tobacco. Aki lit the match.
The warriors puffed on the war pipe in turns.
'We condemn the accused?' Beth asked when the pipe passed back to her.
Bad George raised his hand. 'For trying to kill Krip here by not picking him up when he was sucked east by the ocean in Little Max's dory.'
'Humph,' said the congregation.
'For sinking the Kathy Three by cutting her free and tapping her rotten bottom with a hammer.'
'Humph.'
'For willful destruction of Ishmael's Tailorcraft and of his collection of What.'
'Humph.'
'But that's okay,' Ishmael said. 'I'm going to do this new depth thing in the cannery now, with the colors. I still have those cans of yellow and orange paint and those sheets of old plywood. What I'm trying to achieve is some experiments with depth. You see…'
The group applied peer pressure by staring.
'I'll just humph on the Tailorcraft,' Ishmael said. 'Okay?'
'Killing loons?' Flash asked. 'Mallards? That dolphin? Bears?'
'Humph.'
Beth raised her hand. 'For not taking the lady from the Macho Bandido to the hospital.'
The group reflected.
'You think the lady might have been saved?' Bad George asked.
Beth had overheard Billy Boy talking to Hairy Harry in her diner, saying that he thought 'she'd looked dead enough for burial.'
'Humph.'
'Humph what?' Beth asked.
Grijpstra thought that there didn't have to be action. Not on this side, he thought. Smoking the war pipe and humphing along might just do it.
'Do what?' Lorraine asked.
'Activate Shaman Otium Cum Dignitate.'
'Out ofoffice with honor,' former exchange-student-in-Viareggio-Italy Lorraine translated.
'They're more dangerous that way,' Grijpstra said. 'You know how it goes. Doesn't he have a pretty name? So we're all agreed now?'
'Yes,' Beth said.
Why Beth was boss was explained differently by different parties later. Bad George and Flash Famsworth attributed Beth's power to her great weight. Ishmael mentioned Beth's spirit: Beth had inspired him to start the collection of What, to help cleanse his spirit after his release from Eastern Maine Mental. Beth was in charge of laundry at Maine Mental at the time. As she wore a white coat, some inmates thought Beth was with the psychiatric department. Beth, after hearing Ishmael out, had pronounced him normal.
'Can you imagine that?' Ishmael asked. 'Me? Normal, to fly free? I tell you that was helpful.'
Aki said Beth was lovable, and Lorraine said Beth was decent. Grijpstra said Beth was great. De Gier revealed a New Guinea dream he'd had during earlier training, after participating in Papuan rites. 'Earth,' the dream voice said, 'will be saved by Big Woman.'
'That's it?' Flash asked, checking the tribe's fcces.
That was it.
Chapter 24
Grijpstxa and de Gier watched the sea from the pagoda's porch while discussing treasure.
'Correct me if I am wrong,' de Gier said, 'but salt melts in water, cocaine is a more profitable product than marijuana, and Hairy Harry already has a cash-flow problem.' He spread his arms. 'Where does it all go? How can we put it to use?'
'First explain the salt bags,' Grijpstxa said.
De Gier had figured the salt out while puffing on the Algonquin war pipe. Flash had mentioned salt bags being dropped by an airplane ofTRogue Island. Rogue Island was the island on Jeremy Island's far side. De Gier had seen a plane flying near Rogue Island and had noticed the sheriffs patrol boat in the area, but never at the same time as the plane. After the plane flew off, the patrol boat would arrive some six hours later. Evidently, Kathy Three witnessed the plane dropping bags, got wise to their procedure, got sunk for her troubles.
'The bags sank too,' Grijpstra said.
De Giers lecture continued. What happens if a bag filled with salt drops into the sea? That bag sinks. What happens once the salt melts? That bag pops up, provided contents are lighter than water. Cocaine, packed in airtight cans, is much lighter than water. If the weight ofsalt per bag and the speed of such weight dissolving into the ocean are given-and they are, de Gier assured the nonmathematical Grijpstra-the time that the bags, without salt, but still loaded with cocaine in airtight cans, require to surface can be figured out. Being around at that time ensures master smuggler Hairy Harry of being able to fish up the valuable cargo without being seen with the cargo-dropping plane.
'It always gets worse,' Grijpstra said. 'You start with a small thing, like allowing your pals to grow a little pot… and before you know it, you're into the big figures.'
'How true,' de Gier said. 'Next you're destroying other people's property. Next you're destroying other people. Next you've destroyed yourself-the old Mafia merry-go-round.'
'Better row me across to the diner,' Grijpstra said.
'To make things enter a final stage?'
'All I ever make,' Grijpstra said, 'is phone calls. Maybe you know what comes next?'
'You don't want to know,' de Gier said.
'Some bullshit again?' Grijpstra asked. 'Some Papuan nonsense like what you reported on while you were out in New Guinea? The tribe gathers its strong spirits together and gets them to point a bone at some subject that endangers the tribe's social health, and no matter where the subject may be, once said strong spirits are done with sitting around their campfire while chanting a ditty…'
'Yep,' de Gier said.
Grijpstra never believed that Nellie and Katrien-please, Nellie and Katrien-humming over a leftover lamb's bone, 'pointing the bone,' with the commissaris leading the chant-What the hell did he chant? The Dutch national anthem?-had anything to do with subsequent mishaps that happened to kill off some parties.
Mishaps happen on the coast ofMaine, especially in the Twilight Zone. Fishermen sail into the fog and stay there. Divers step into waterholes, lose their sense of direction, swim down instead of up. Hikers get eaten by blackflies in the woods. Boats burn. Seaplanes flip over. Hunters shoot each other.
Hairy Harry was shot because of Ishmael's bear mask. The foreseeable, hermit Jeremy used to say, usually doesn't occur but the unpredictable invariably happens. Aki had given the mask to Little Max. Little Max clowned around in the diner, caught the sheriff's attention, sold the mask to Hairy Harry for ten big ones. Hairy Harry andBilly Boy had a thousand-dollar bet (wagers held by Bildah Farnsworth) on who would shoot Mr. Bear. The sheriff, off duty, in his private speedboat, and Billy Boy, on duty, using the Sheriff's Office patrol boat, unbeknownst to each other, happened to choose Jeremy Island as common ground the same Sunday morning. Hairy Harry, wearing the mask and some expensive female bear scent that he had sent away for, showed his head above a rock to fool Mr. Bear and fooled Billy Boy instead. A. 308 bullet, fired from Billy Boy's scoped deer rifle, pierced the mask, then messed about in the head behind it.
Billy Boy, after checking out his kill, panicked. He died later that day, pushing the patrol boat's twin engines as he raced her home to Jameson Harbor. State police officers, alerted by Billy Boy's garbled radio call that mentioned a hunting accident with one man down, waited in vain on the Jameson town dock for the sheriff's patrol
