wait, don't you?'
I didn't trust Louis Rosten very far, and I didn't want him thinking I considered Dr. Michaelis particularly important, in case he should talk out of turn.
I said, 'Well, rescuing Dr. Michaelis isn't strictly speaking in my department-'
'There's an alternative,' Rosten said quickly. 'We take over the ship and sail to the rendezvous ourselves. The two men with Dr. Michaelis won't be expecting trouble when they come on board. We should be able to overpower them easily.'
The kid asked quickly, 'And what makes you think you can bring us into Mendenhall Bay in the dark, no better than you navigate? I know I couldn't. Do you even know the right place? What if there's a special signal? There must be some kind of a signal to bring them out. Do you know what it is?'
I was watching Louis while she threw her objections at him. Maybe they were valid and maybe they weren't, and I could see it didn't matter in the least, because Louis had no intention of effecting a rescue at the slightest risk to himself. I could see his mind working as clearly as if his skull had been transparent. He wasn't brave, but he wasn't stupid, either. He had the essential point clearly in mind: the fact that when we finished taking over the ship according to his plan, he would be the man holding the shotgun.
Once we'd helped him dispose of his wife and Nick, he was thinking, he wouldn't really need us any more, not even to work the schooner. At the worst, he could get the big sails down somehow, turn on the engine, and go where he pleased. Less drastically, he could force us to do the safe and prudent thing, and to hell with Dr. Michaelis-or so he thought.
Actually, in his hands, a shotgun probably wasn't quite the magic wand he believed it to be; but the sly, unreliable look in his eyes was the important thing, from my point of view. Going after Michaelis involved too many imponderables, anyway. I couldn't afford to let myself be dazzled by any glittering, gold-plated shortcuts. There was only one reasonably certain way for me to carry out my mission here, and that was to let Michaelis be brought to me.
'We'll wait,' I said. 'We'll let them come on board.'
Rosten said angrily, 'You're in no position to dictate-'
I got up. He stopped talking and stepped back warily. I said, 'There are three of us. You've been outvoted.'
'If I decide not to help you-'
I said, 'You've pretty well got to do something, with us or without us, before your wife catches onto you. If you want to try it on your own, go ahead. You'll have two shots, if you get your hands on the gun. Let me give you a little professional advice, Rosten: once you make your move, don't hesitate for a fraction of a second. Don't make any speeches; don't strike any poses; just grab the gun and shoot. Take Mrs. Rosten with the first barrel if she's closer; but be sure you get Nick with the second, because he won't give you time to reload. It will be kind of gory. A shotgun makes a hell of a mess at close range. But you don't care about that. What's the matter?'
He was looking kind of green. 'I-what do you want me to do? To help, I mean?'
It wouldn't have been diplomatic to gloat over his surrender. I said, 'You'd better bolt the door when you leave now, but I'll expect it to get unbolted quietly right after the passengers come aboard, before we're clear of the land and everybody starts relaxing and looking around.'
'All right. I'll try.' He didn't sound happy.
'Then I'd like an adjustable crescent wrench, five or six inches long, as soon as you can manage to smuggle it in here. You can pick one up in the engine room or somewhere, can't you, and slip it inside your shirt? A pair of pliers might work, or a small Stillson. Can do?'
A suspicious look came to his face. He glanced at the porthole. 'If you think you're going to slip out through that when we get close to shore, and leave me holding the bag-'
'Hell, man, I can't swim fifty yards in calm water, and who's going to open that thing with a little six-inch crescent, the way they have it bolted down? Just get me the wrench, huh? And now you'd better get out of here before you're missed and she sends Nick looking for you.'
He left, looking like a man keeping a date for his own hanging. After the door had closed behind him, Teddy turned to look at me. Her eyes were bright. She hesitated; then she grabbed my arm and pulled me down beside her so she could kiss me on the ear.
'You were wonderful! I-I'm sorry about all the mean things I said to you, Matt!'
'Sure,' I said.
'It's going to be all right, isn't it? With his help-'
'Sure,' I said. 'It's going to be fine.'
'I-I'll always be grateful. If-if we get out of this, I'll show you how grateful I am,' she murmured, clinging to my arm.
'Cut it out,' I said. 'Don't strain my self-control. I might get ideas and rape you right here.'
That brought a startled little giggle from her. After a moment, she said, 'Well, go ahead. There isn't much else to do in this dismal box of a cabin, and we won't reach Mendenhall until way after dark.' She pecked at my ear. 'Go ahead. If you want to.'
I turned to look at her. After a moment, her eyes wavered and color came into her face. She was being terribly wicked again; she was being grownup and sophisticated; she was bluffing. It would have been interesting to determine how far she'd carry it, strictly as a scientific project, of course; but this was hardly the time for irrelevant experiments. Besides, at the moment she had no more physical attraction for me than a plastic doll. In fact, I'd have given a great deal to be able to replace her with a doll-a doll with blind glass eyes, and no capacity for emotion or memory.
'Cut it out, Teddy,' 1 said shortly.
'Well, you're the one who brought it up!' This wasn't exactly true, but I didn't challenge it. I saw relief in her eyes, and also a kind of triumph: she'd made me, an older man, back down on a matter of sex. She laughed and hugged my arm fondly. 'I know it's going to be all right, I just know it!' she breathed. 'You know all about these things; you'll fix it, won't you, Matt? I knew the minute I saw you that you were somebody special, somebody different from all the silly kids…
I sat there awkwardly as she snuggled up against me and gave me the line she must have developed for entertaining her father's friends. I didn't resent it. She was just talking too much because she was scared. She had a right to be. She didn't know how different I was.
I sat there thinking about the way it was going to have to be done. I had no faith in Louis Rosten. If he came through, that was fine, but I couldn't count on him; and even if I could, I certainly couldn't count on being able to take over the schooner with his help and that of a ninety-pound girl-not against Robin Rosten, Big Nick, and two enemy pros.
I'd talked about it blithely because it was what I was expected to talk about-by Teddy, by Rosten, and by Robin herself, if her husband should decide to betray our grandiose plans to her-but it simply wasn't a reliable solution. Whatever I really did, it would have to be quick and unexpected, and it would have to take place right here in this tiny cabin.
The knowledge in Dr. Michaelis' head must not leave the country. To make sure that it didn't, the man would have to die practically the moment he was pushed in the door-assuming my luck held that far, and he was actually put in here with us. There couldn't be any hesitation or staffing around; there couldn't be any waiting to see what might or might not happen afterwards, with or without the help of Louis Rosten.
The little girl beside me nibbled affectionately at my ear. 'You think I'm being silly and corny, don't you, Matt?' she murmured. 'You think I'm just babbling away because I'm scared silly. Well, maybe I am, but I really do think you're-'
I felt her start and look up at the deck over our heads. The schooner was talking loudly now, driving hard southwards, creaking and groaning; but there had been another noise, something like a human cry. Teddy looked at me apprehensively. 1 moved my shoulders briefly. After a little, we heard sounds in the passageway.
It was Louis, of course. He'd managed to louse it up even faster than I'd expected. Nick threw him in and bolted the door again. I got down from the bunk and turned him over. His left arm didn't seem to be properly attached to his body. Teddy screamed when she saw what had happened to his face.
TWENTY
PLEASE DON'T THINK I'm being callous, or anything, when I say it was kind of a relief. It blew away, so to speak, the cobwebs of illusion. It was tough on Louis, but he wasn't a particularly good friend of mine, and it made everything sharp and clear. We could all stop kidding each other now.
I mean, the message was plain: we were through with the phony glamor and politeness. We were through with lovely ladies in filmy peignoirs smiling seductively as they passed out the loaded highballs; we were through with the trick psychology, the slick dialogue, and all the rest of the Hollywood jazz.
Instead, we had, on deck, harsh reality in the shape of a tough woman with delusions of persecution and grandeur, in jeans, packing a shotgun, with a murderous giant to do her bidding. And below, in the swaying and weaving little steel prison of a cabin, we had some more crude reality in the form of a man with a dislocated shoulder, perhaps a cracked skull, certainly a broken nose and several missing front teeth, bleeding copiously. It was an effective antidote to dreams. We weren't going to walk out through an unbolted door and take over the schooner with a wave of the hand. Well, I hadn't ever thought we would, really.
Teddy stared in horror at the beaten man on the floor. She gagged suddenly and scrambled into the head-to use the nautical term-and was sick. I bent down and looked Louis over. I patted him around the body and found no tools or weapons of any kind. That figured. I opened his shirt and looked at his shoulder. It was dramatic. Nick had practically torn the arm off, as you'd rip a drumstick from a cold roast chicken.
What had happened was pretty obvious. Robin hadn't brought me on deck just for fun. In spite of Teddy's confession, she'd remained suspicious of her husband, and she'd had me up there to tease him. She'd let him see us talking cozily together, knowing that, if guilty, he couldn't help but wonder if I was giving him away right before his eyes. She'd known he couldn't stand the pressure; he'd have to go to me for reassurance as soon as possible.
She'd waited for him to betray himself by slipping below to talk to me. When he came back, she'd simply turned Nick loose. With his arm twisted out of its socket, Louis would have talked, all right. He would have told her everything she wanted to know, and all it had got him was a smashed face and a crack on the head. I couldn't help wondering if the brutal embellishments had been Nick's idea or Robin's. I wouldn't have laid bets either way. She was no longer the warm and lovely woman I'd held in my arms; but then, that woman had never really existed.
There wasn't anything I could do for the arm except lash it to Louis' side with his shirt so it wouldn't flop around when I heaved him into the bunk. He paid no attention. He'd been hit hard enough, undoubtedly, to have a concussion; he might even die. I looked into the cubicle next door. The kid had pulled herself together, but she was having trouble pumping out the plumbing. I gave her a hand.
As we struggled with the machinery, the schooner took a sharp list to starboard, and solid green water sluiced briefly across the outside of the smaller porthole above the john. I had to grab Teddy and brace myself to keep both of us from being thrown into the pipes and valves.
I said, 'Hell, are we sinking?'
She giggled in spite of herself. 'Haven't you ever been on a sailboat before? They all sail on their sides, silly. It's just getting a little gusty out there, and the wind seems to've hauled more abeam.' Her amusement faded abruptly. 'Matt, now there's nobody to help! What are we going to do?'
I knew what I was going to do, but I could hardly tell her about it. I had no choice now, if I'd ever had any.
She clung to me desperately. 'What's going to happen to us?' she breathed. 'Where is that woman sending Papa and the rest of us? You didn't tell me. If we can't get away before she puts up on board that ship, what will happen to us?'
If she didn't want to know, she shouldn't ask. I said, 'My impression is, we'll be taken overseas to a country where there are some specialists waiting to torture hell out of us-that is, unless there are facilities and experts on the freighter.'
