'I beg your pardon?'
'Can you tell me what time that game starts today?' The girl gave him a lipsticky smile. 'What game, honey?' she asked.
'You know. That word game they had yesterday and the day before, where you're supposed to supply the missing words. It's mostly that you have to put everything in context.'
The girl held off fitting three sheets of paper between the planes of her stapler. 'Oh,' she said. 'Not till late afternoon, I believe. I believe it's around four o'clock. Isn't that a little over your head, dear?'
'No, it isn't ... Thank you,' Teddy said, and started to leave.
'Wait a minute, honey! What's your name?'
'Theodore McArdle,' Teddy said. 'What's yours?'
'My name?' said the girl, smiling. 'My name's Ensign Mathewson.'
Teddy watched her press down on her stapler. 'I knew you were an ensign,' he said. 'I'm not sure, but I believe when somebody asks your name you're supposed to say your whole name. Jane Mathewson, or Phyllis Mathewson, or whatever the case may be.'
'Oh, really?'
'As I say, I think so,' Teddy said. 'I'm not sure, though. It may be different if you're in uniform. Anyway, thank you for the information.
Goodbye!' He turned and took the stairs up to the Promenade Deck, again two at a time, but this time as if in rather a hurry.
He found Booper, after some extensive looking, high up on the Sports Deck. She was in a sunny clearing--a glade, almost--between two deck-tennis courts that were not in use. In a squatting position, with the sun at her back and a light breeze riffling her silky, blond hair, she was busily piling twelve or fourteen shuffleboard discs into two tangent stacks, one for the black discs, one for the red. A very small boy, in a cotton sun suit, was standing close by, on her right, purely in an observer's capacity. 'Look!' Booper said commandingly to her brother as he approached. She sprawled forward and surrounded the two stacks of shuffleboard discs with her arms to show off her accomplishment, to isolate it from whatever else was aboard ship. 'Myron,' she said hostilely, addressing her companion, 'you're making it all shadowy, so my brother can't see. Move your carcass.' She shut her eyes and waited, with a cross-bearing grimace, till Myron moved.
Teddy stood over the two stacks of discs and looked down appraisingly at them. 'That's very nice,' he said. 'Very symmetrical.'
'This guy,' Booper said, indicating Myron, 'never even heard of backgammon. They don't even have one.'
Teddy glanced briefly, objectively, at Myron. 'Listen,' he said to Booper. 'Where's the camera? Daddy wants it right away.'
'He doesn't even live in New York,' Booper informed Teddy. 'And his father's dead. He was killed in Korea.' She turned to Myron. 'Wasn't he?' she demanded, but without waiting for a response. 'Now if his mother dies, he'll be an orphan. He didn't even know that.' She looked at Myron. 'Did you?'
Myron, non-committal, folded his arms.
'You're the stupidest person I ever met,' Booper said to him. 'You're the stupidest person in this ocean. Did you know that?'
'He is not,' Teddy said. 'You are not, Myron.' He addressed his sister: 'Give me your attention a second. Where's the camera? I have to have it immediately. Where is it?'
'Over there,' Booper said, indicating no direction at all. She drew her two stacks of shuffleboard discs in closer to her. 'All I need now is two giants,' she said. 'They could play backgammon till they got all tired and then they could climb up on that smokestack and throw these at everybody and kill them.' She looked at Myron. 'They could kill your parents,' she said to him knowledgeably. 'And if that didn't kill them, you know what you could do? You could put some poison on some marshmellows and make them eat it.'
The Leica was about ten feet away, next to the white railing that surrounded the Sports Deck. It lay in the drain gully, on its side.
Teddy went over and picked it up by its strap and hung it around his neck. Then, immediately, he took it off. He took it over to Booper.
'Booper, do me a favor. You take it down, please,' he said. 'It's ten o'clock. I have to write in my diary.'
'I'm busy.'
'Mother wants to see you right away, anyway,' Teddy said.
'You're a liar.'
'I'm not a liar. She does,' Teddy said. 'So please take this down with you when you go . . . C'mon, Booper.'
'What's she want to see me for?' Booper demanded. 'I don't want to see her.' She suddenly struck Myron's hand, which was in the act of picking off the top shuffleboard disc from the red stack. 'Hands off,'
she said.
Teddy hung the strap attached to the Leica around her neck. 'I'm serious, now. Take this down to Daddy right away, and then I'll see you at the pool later on,' he said. 'I'll meet you right at the pool at ten-thirty. Or right outside that place where you change your clothes. Be on time, now. It's way down on E Deck, don't forget, so leave yourself plenty of time.' He turned, and left.
'I hate you! I hate everybody in this ocean!' Booper called after him.
Below the Sports Deck, on the broad, after end of the Sun Deck, uncompromisingly alfresco, were some seventy-five or more deck chairs, set up and aligned seven or eight rows deep, with aisles just wide enough for the