'Let's go through a list of goddesses,' I suggested. There's Venus for a start. Is there a Venus Island?'
Geordie grinned. 'I've heard of the Good Ship Venus, but not an island. Wait a minute, though – there's a Venus Point in Tahiti.'
That sounds promising,' said Campbell.
'It's too close ashore – and all round there has been dredged.'
'Not so promising,' said Campbell glumly, 'but we'll keep it in mind.'
'Let's carry on with the goddess list,' said Clare. 'What about Aphrodite?'
We all thought about that. 'Nothing doing,' said Geordie finally.
'It could be a French name,' said Campbell.
I was brutal about it. 'Or a Polynesian name. Or a Polynesian goddess.'
'Good grief,' said Campbell, 'we're getting nowhere fast.'
We ran through the pantheon and couldn't even make a start on the Polynesian tribal deities without a single degree in anthropology amongst us. We switched our combined brains to the problem of the eagle, got nowhere, and came back to La France. Clare gazed fiercely at the drawings. 'All right, one last try. Let's go through it all once more.'
We all groaned.
'Venus.'
'Tahiti,' muttered Campbell, whose attention was waning.
'Demeter.'
Still nothing doing.
'Athena.'
Campbell said, 'I think this whole whacky idea is wrong. Let's pack it up.'
Clare gave a shout of laughter. 'I've got it – she's not La France at all, she's Athena, the goddess of justice. Mark used 'fair' in the sense of 'fair play'.'
'Not that he knew much about that,' Geordie said.
'What about the Cap of Liberty?' I asked.
'It's not – it's a Roman helmet. She ought to have a spear too.'
'But Athena wasn't a Roman,' objected Campbell. 'She was a Greek goddess.'
I said, 'The Roman equivalent was Minerva – what about that?'
Geordie thumped the table and burst out laughing. 'My God! I think that's it – I should have seen it before. Recife de Minerve, of course!'
Campbell said, 'You mean there is such a place?'
I was struggling with a memory. I'd read about the place and there was something very out of whack about it, but I couldn't recall what it was. Geordie couldn't stop laughing. 'There's been a shipwreck on it. Oh, this is too damn funny.'
Campbell rubbed his hands, his interest rekindled. 'Now we're getting somewhere – where is it? Obviously down this way?'
'Down south of the Tuamotus,' said Geordie.
'Is it worth a trip?' Campbell asked me. 'You're the expert here.'
I thought that it was only a remote possibility that we'd hit on the right spot on our very first guess, and that there'd probably be a lot of false alarms on the way, unless some much more concrete evidence came up; but on the other hand I didn't want the expedition to founder through lack of either activity or enthusiasm – and we had to start somewhere. 'It could have possibilities,' I said, voicing a little of my reservation. 'It partly depends on where it is, which is what Geordie's going to tell us.'
'Are you kidding?' said Geordie, still spluttering over his private joke. 'Nobody – not even the Royal Navy – knows where Minerva is.'
There was a dead silence. Campbell broke it. 'What the hell do you mean by that?'
'I mean this,' said Geordie, suddenly sober. 'The Navy looked for it but couldn't find it. I suppose it's all in the Pacific Islands Pilot – I'd have to look – but there's an account of it in a book I've got on board.'
'But what is it?' Clare asked.
'Just what it says. Recife de Minerve. Minerva Reef. It's a hidden shoal.'
Geordie left us to go down to Esmerelda. Apart from fetching the book he was anxious to know if all was well, and to supervise the beginning of the restocking for sea. He also had to arrange for a cabin for Clare, which I knew would mean a little crowding up for someone else. We agreed that we might as well get on with things, and that all being well we should be able to sail within a day or so; impatience was in the air. I decided to try and have another word with Paula, who had left a note for me, containing her address. I had another idea that I wanted to try out on her.
I used the phone in the foyer and got her at once. 'Paula, it's Mike. I'd like to talk to you again.'
'Sure,' she said sleepily, and I guessed that late nights singing meant late mornings lying in. 'When – now?'
'If I can.'
'Okay. I'll see you in that little bar up the street.'
She was waiting for me, sitting at the same table, 'Hi,' she said. 'What's on your mind?'
I ordered coffee for both of us. She looked fresh and decidedly less tense this morning, and had obviously decided that I was an ally – as I had concluded about her.
'Hadley and people like him are on my mind. You're sure you don't remember a man called Kane?'
She shook her head firmly.
'Or Ramirez – ever hear of him?'
That drew a blank too. I said, 'Look, how well do you know Tahiti – especially Papeete?'
'Pretty well. I was there a long time, Mike.'
I rubbed my chin. 'I don't know it well at all. And I certainly don't know Hadley. I could pass him on the street without a second glance. What I need is a pair of eyes.'
She said in a small voice, 'You want me to go back to Papeete?'
I nodded. 'But not without an escort or a backup. Scared of Hadley?'
'I'll say I am. I don't mind admitting it.'
I said, 'Paula, I'm here on a small ship crewed by the toughest mob outside of the Mafia – but straight. Most of them are ex-Commandoes and anyone of them could take Hadley with one arm tied behind his back. We're leaving tomorrow, most likely, to sail to Tahiti. If you come with us I'll assign two of them as your permanent bodyguard when we get there. If Hadley tried anything he'll learn something he never knew about dirty fighting, and probably end up with a broken back, or in gaol.'
I thought that having her on board would be tricky with Kane around, but she said they had never. met and it was worth the risk. If I left her behind I might never have another chance to use her.
'You'll have company, by the way – female company, if you're thinking about that. The girl we were with last night -she's coming too.'
She bit her lip. 'Oh Mike, I'd be scared. Besides, I'm on contract here, though it's up in a couple of weeks. I don't want to run out on a contract. Things like that get about in my business.'
I said, 'If it's money you're worried about, we'll pay all your expenses and you'll get a bonus too. Hell, we can buy out your contract.'
'I'm not thinking of money. You're really going to find out what happened to Mark, aren't you?'
'I am,' I said definitely.
She thought for a moment, then sat back and looked determined.
'Then I'll come. Mark was the only man I've ever loved -and I think he loved me, a little. If he was killed I'd like to see his killer caught.'
'Good girl! Look, why not come over on a cruise ship – do they go from here to Tahiti? Can you find out?'
'Wait a minute – I'll see if I can find out anything.'
It was five minutes.
'There's a smallish cruise ship, the Eastern Sun, coming through here but not for a few weeks. It'll stop at Papeete. I can get a cabin – and I might even get a job for the trip, which would save you cash. But it's a long time off yet.'
