the way.'
'Six hours!'
'It's forty miles, and I don't reckon this tub will do more than seven knots at top speed.' He looked up at the sun.
'It'll be about nightfall when we get there.'
'All right,' I said resignedly.
'Let's get a seven-knot move on.'
Five minutes later we were on ^ur way with the owner and skipper, a black Bahamian called Bayliss, at the tiller. Sam made a smelly bed of fish nets and went to sleep, while I brooded. I was accustomed to zipping about the islands in a Navajo and this pace irked me. I judged the length of the boat and the bow wave and decided we were not even doing six knots. I was impatient to confront Kayles.
We came to Man-o'-War Cay just as the sun was setting and I woke Sam.
'We're coming to the cay from the other side. How wide is it?'
'Bout half a mile.'
'What's the going like?'
'Not bad.' He peered at me.
'What's all this about, Tom?'
'Personal business.'
He shook his head.
'A year back when I asked why you were interested in Kayles you damn near bit my head off. And then you brought the police in Commissioner Perigord, no less. This is more than personal business. What are you getting me into?'
It was a fair enough question. If we were going to confront a man I believed to be a murderer then Sam had a right to know. I said, 'How close were you to Pete Albury?'
'I knew him all my life. You know we both came from Abaco. I remember him and you together when I was a little nipper, not more than four years old. You'd be twelve or thirteen then, I reckon.'
'Yes, he was my friend,' I said quietly.
'What about you?'
'Sure, he was my friend. We used to go turtling together. Biggest we ever caught was a aoo-pounder. He taught me how to catch bush bugs with a crutch-stick.'
That was Abaconian vernacular for catching land crabs with a forked stick. I said, 'Kayles was on Lwayan Girl when she disappeared.'
Sam went very still.
'You mean…'
'I don't know what I mean, but I will when I get to the other side of that damn cay. Right now I'm working out the best way to go about it.'
'Wait a minute.' Sam called out to Bayliss, 'Slow down,' then turned back to me, the whites of his eyes reddened by the light of the setting sun.
'IfKayles was on Lucayan Girl, if that's Kayles on that boat, then that means murder.' Sam was as quick as any other Bahamian at adding up the facts of life and death at sea.
'I read about the inquest in the Freeport News. It seemed to me then there was something left out.'
'Perigord put the lid on it; he didn't want to frighten Kayles away.
The picture of Kayles you saw was taken by my daughter, Sue, just before the Girl left for Miami. Perigord reckons Kayles is a cocaine smuggler. Anyway, that's not the point, Sam. I want to talk to Kayles.
'
'And you're thinking of walking across the island.' He shook his head.
'That's not the way. That boat is anchored nearly a cable offshore. You'd have to swim. It wouldn't look right. What we do is to go around and get next to him in a neighbourly way like any other honest boat would.' He pointed to the water keg in the bows.
'Ask him for some water.'
'Are you coming?'
'Sure I'm coming,' said Sam promptly.
'He'll recognize you,' I said doubtfully.
Sam was ironic.
'What do you want me to do? Put on a white face? It doesn't matter if he knows me or not he's not afraid of me. But he might know your face and that would be different. You'd better keep your head down.'
So we went around Man-o'-War Cay with the engine gently thumping and made a few final plans. Although Sam had seen Kayles from the air through binoculars, it had been but a quick flash and firm identification would only be made when he talked to the man on the sloop. If Sam recognized Kayles he was to ask for water; if it wasn't Kayles he was to ask for fish. From then on we would have to play it by ear.
When we drifted alongside the sloop there was very little light. I took off the engine casing and stood with my back to My Fair Lad) apparently tinkering with the engine. Bayliss took the way off and Sam bellowed, 'Ahoy, the sloop!' He stood in the bows and held us off with a boat hook
A voice said, 'What do you want?' The accent was American.
I think Sam went more by the voice than by what he could see.
'We've run us a mite short of water. Can you spare us a few drops?'
A light stabbed from the cockpit and played on Sam.
'Don't I know you?' said Kayles. There was a hint of suspicion in his voice.
'You could,' said Sam easily.
'I run a marina in New Providence. I know a lot of yachtsmen and they know me. Maybe you've been to my place at the Sea Gardens Hotel, west of Nassau. I'm Sam Ford.' He held his hand to shade his eyes, trying to see beyond the bright light.
'I remember you. You want water?'
'I'd appreciate it. We're damn thirsty.'
'I'll get you some,' said Kayles.
'Got anything to put it in?'
Sam had taken the pie caution of emptying the water keg. He passed it up toKyles who went below.
'He'll know if we go aboard,' Sam whispered.
'The sloop will rock. If we're going to take him it'll have to be when he comes up now. Get ready to jump him when I shout.'
'You're sure it is Kayles?'
'Damn sure. Anyway, any ordinary yachtsman would have asked us aboard.'
'All right, then.'
The sound of a hand pump came from the sloop and after a few minutes it stopped.
'Ready, now!' said Sam in a low voice.
The sloop rocked as Kayles came up into the cockpit. Sam said cheerfully, 'This is kind of you, sir.' He had shortened his grip on the boat hook and when Kayles leaned over the side to hand down the keg, instead of taking it Sam gripped Kayles's wrist and pulled hard.
With the other hand he thrust the end of the boat hook into Kayles's stomach like a spear.
I heard the breath explode out of Kayles as I jumped for the sloop. Kayles stood no chance; he lay half in and half out of the cockpit fighting for breath and with Sam holding on to his wrist with grim tenacity. I got both knees in the small of his back, grinding his belly into the cockpit coaming.
'Come aboard, Sam,' I said breathily.
Bayliss shouted, 'What's going on there?'
'Stick to your own business,' said Sam, and came aboard. He switched on the compass light which shed a dim glow into the cockpit.
'Can you hold him?'
Kayles's body writhed under mine.
'I think so.'
