Santorini

'HMS Ariadne here.' The voice was very distinct, very clear and unquestionably the voice of Admiral Hawkins.

'Talbot, sir. The three ladies, Van Gelder and I have been returned to the launch. Well and unharmed. Andropulos and his two friends are on their way again, moving south-east.'

'Well, thank God for that, anyway. Damn your eyes, Talbot, you've guessed right again. You've made up your mind what to do?'

'I have, sir.'

'For the record, do you want a direct order?'

'Off or on the record, no order will be necessary. But thank you. Do you have an estimate of their meeting time, sir.'

'Yes, I do. At their current speeds ? the Taormina is still drifting along ? and on their converging courses, about two hours. Three-thirty.'

'Thank you, sir. I'll call again in one hour.'

'The Taormina?' Wotherspoon said. 'Who or what the hell is the Taormina?'

'A diving ship, in which Andropulos has an interest. By interest, I mean that he probably owns the damn thing.'

'Commander Talbot?' Irene Charial's voice was very low.

'Yes?'

'Admiral Hawkins said 'you've guessed right again'. What did he mean by that?'

'Just what he meant, I suppose.'

'Please.' She essayed a smile but gave up. 'You all seem to think that I'm not very bright, but I don't deserve that.'

'I'm sorry.'

'I'm beginning to think that you're not much given to guessing.' She looked at the two guns. 'You didn't guess that those were here. I don't think you guessed, I think you knew, that my uncle and the other two were armed.'

'I knew.'

'How?'

'Jenkins, our wardroom steward, had been writing a letter to his family. For some reason, maybe he'd forgotten something, he went back up to the wardroom. He came across your uncle, or his associates, opening up a box in the passageway outside the wardroom. That box ? it's a standard fitting on most naval ships ? contained Colt.445. So they killed Jenkins and threw him over the side. I am sorry, Irene, really and truly sorry. I know how terrible all this must be for you.'

This time she did manage a smile although it was a pretty wan attempt.

'Terrible, yes, but not as terrible as I thought it might be. Did you guess that my uncle would try to hijack the Angelina?'

'Yes.'

'And take the two of you hostages?'

'Yes.'

'Did you guess he would take three young ladies as hostages?'

'No. I make guesses and I take chances, but I would never have taken a chance like that. If I'd even dreamed of the

possibility, I'd have killed them there and then. On the Ariadne.'

'I made a mistake about you, Captain. You talk a lot about killing but I think you're a very kind man.'

'I wouldn't go as far as to say that.' Talbot smiled. 'You made a mistake?'

'Irene is a pretty fair judge of character, sir,' Van Gelder said. 'She had you down as a cruel and inhuman monster.'

'I said nothing of the kind! When you talked to my uncle on the Angelina you said you knew nothing about what was going on. That wasn't true, was it? You knew all along.'

'Well, it's as you say. I'm a pretty fair old guesser. I have to admit that I had a lot of help from Lieutenant- Commander Van Gelder and Lieutenant Denholm is no slouch at the guessing game either. I'm afraid you'll have to know about your uncle some time, and you may as well know now. It sounds an exaggeration, but it is not, to say that he's a criminal in the world class, if not in a class of his own, and a totally ruthless killer. He specializes in, organizes- and dominates international drug-smuggling and international terrorism. God only knows how many hundreds, more likely thousands, lie dead at his hands. We know, and know beyond any doubt, that he is as guilty as any man can be, but it might take months, even years, to amass the necessary proof. By that time, he would have disappeared. That's what he's doing now ? disappearing. Even in the past couple of days he's been doing not too badly. He murdered the engineer, cook and steward on the Delos. They found out too much. What, we shall probably never know.'

'How on earth can you know this?' All the colour had left her face and her face registered pure shock. Not grief or horror, just shock. 'How on earth can you guess that, far less prove it?'

'Because Van Gelder and I went down to examine the hull on the bottom. He also blew up his own yacht in order to get aboard the Ariadne. You weren't to know this, of course. Neither, unfortunately for your uncle, did he. For good measure, he's also been responsible for the suicides of a very senior general and a very senior admiral, both Americans, in the past few hours. He doesn't know that, but if he did I'm sure it might cost him anything up to a minute's sleep.' He looked at McKenzie. 'Chief, this retsina is dreadful. Can you do no better than this for your long-suffering captain?'

'It is pretty awful, sir. I've tried it. All respects to Professor Wotherspoon, but I'm afraid Greek plonk is very much an acquired taste. There seems to be a bottle of scotch and one of gin in a locker in the wheelhouse. Don't know how it got there. Sergeant Brown appears to think that it's marked up in your Mess bill.'

'I'll court-martial you both later. Meantime, don't just hang around.'

'He's going to die, isn't he, sir?' Brown said. 'I'm sorry, miss, but if half of what the Captain says is true, then he's an inhuman man who doesn't belong in a human world. And I believe everything the Captain has said is true.'

'I know Jenkins was your best friend, Sergeant, and I cannot say how sorry I am. He will die and by his own hand. He is his own executioner.' Talbot turned to Eugenia. 'You heard him mention the words 'Manhattan Project'?'

'Yes, I did. I didn't know what he meant.'

'Neither did we, at first. But we worked it out. Andropulos wasn't interested in the hydrogen bombs. There's no way you can use a hydrogen bomb as a terrorist weapon. It's too final, it would achieve nothing and no terrorist would dare admit the responsibility of using it. It would have been impossible for any terrorist to transport anyway. But he was interested in atomic mines and he knew there were three of those aboard this plane. His original plan, we think, was to dump those in the sea approaches to some of the world's greatest seaports, like San Francisco, New York, London or Rotterdam and let the respective countries know of it. He would inform those countries that he had the means to detonate those mines by means of a long-range, pre-set radio signal and that any attempt to locate, remove or neutralize them might or might not activate the mine and, of course, destroy the investigating vessel.

'It would have effectively paralysed all seaborne trade and passenger traffic in and out of those ports. It would also have had the additional holier-than-thou advantage that if any such atomic explosion did occur the fault would lie squarely at the door of the country responsible for the explosion and not at the door of the terrorists. The Manhattan Project mine would have been laid somewhere in the Ambrose Channel on the approaches to the Lower New York Bay. It was a brilliant scheme, typical of a brilliant but twisted mind. It had one drawback. It wouldn't have worked. Andropulos had no means of knowing that. But we did.'

'How in the world could you know that?' Wotherspoon said. 'I'll come to that. So, Andropulos gets his bomb. Perfect for his purposes, or so he thinks. But there was something else he didn't know. When the plane crashed it activated a timing mechanism inside the mine. When that mechanism ran out the mine was armed and ready to explode at the first sound of a ship's engines. Any kind of engine, in fact. That mine aboard the Angelina is armed. But Andropulos fell for that gobbledygook that Wickram fed him about its being temporarily unstable because of the radioactive emanations from the hydrogen bombs. It's permanently unstable and just waiting to go. Chief, you are