Clear and Present Danger

what the subjects had told the local FBI office. It took about five minutes during which Wegener puffed on his pipe and let his eyes go slightly wide.

'Sir,' the XO told Bright when he was finished. 'I've heard a couple of good sea stories, but that one's the all- time champ.'

'It's my fault,' Wegener grumbled with a shake of the head. 'Lettin' 'em have their pot back.'

'How come nobody noticed what they were smoking?' Murray asked, less with curiosity for the answer than for the skill with which it was delivered. He was surprised when the XO replied.

'There's an A/C return right outside the brig. We don't keep a constant watch on prisoners - these were our first, by the way - because that's supposed to be unduly intimidating or something. Anyway, it's in our procedure book that we don't. Besides, we don't have all that many people aboard that we can spare 'em. What with the smoke getting sucked out, nobody noticed the smell until that night. Then it was too late. When we brought them into the wardroom for questioning - one at a time; that's in the book, too - they were both kinda glassy-eyed. The first one didn't talk. The second one did. You have the tape, don't you?'

'Yes, I've seen it,' Bright answered.

'Then you saw that we read them their rights, right off the card we carry, just like it says. But - hung 'em? Damn. That's crazy. I mean, that's really crazy. We don't - I mean, we can't. I don't even know when it was legal to do it.'

'The last time I know about was 1843,' the captain said. 'The reason there's a Naval Academy at Annapolis is because some people got strung up on USS Somers . One of them was the son of the Secretary of War. Supposedly it, was an attempted mutiny, but there was quite a stink about it. We don't hang people anymore,' Wegener concluded wryly. 'I've been in the service a long time, but I don't go that far back.'

'We can't even have a general court-martial,' the XO added. 'Not by ourselves, I mean. The manual for that weighs about ten pounds. Gawd, you need a judge, and real lawyers, all that stuff. I've been in the service for almost nine years, and I've never even seen a real one - just the practice things in law classes at the Academy. All we ever do aboard is Captain's Mast, and not much of that.'

'Not a bad idea, though. I wouldn't have minded hanging those sons of bitches,' Wegener observed. It struck Murray as a very strange, and very clever, thing to say. He felt a little sorry for Bright, who'd probably never had a case go this way. In that sense Murray was grateful for his time as legal attach in London. He understood politics better than most agents.

'Oh?'

'When I was a little kid, they used to hang murderers. I grew up in Kansas. And you know, there weren't many murders back then. Course, we're too civilized to do that now, and so we got murders every damned day. Civilized,' Wegener snorted. 'XO, did they ever hang pirates like this?'

'I don't think so. Blackbeard's crew was tried at Williamsburg - ever been there? - the old courthouse in the tourist part of the place. I remember hearing that they were actually hung where one of the Holiday Inns is. And Captain Kidd was taken home to England for hanging, wasn't he? Yeah, they had a place called Execution Dock or something like that. So - no, I don't think they really did it aboard ship, even in the old days. Damn sure we didn't do it. Christ, what a story.'

'So it never happened,' Murray said, not in the form of a question.

'No, sir, it did not,' Wegener replied. The XO nodded to support his captain.

'And you're willing to say that under oath.'

'Sure. Why not?'

'If it's all right with you, I also need to speak to one of your chiefs. It's the one who 'assaulted' the -'

'Is Riley aboard?' Wegener asked the XO.

'Yeah. Him and Portagee were working on something or other down in the goat locker.'

'Okay, let's go see 'em.' Wegener rose and waved for his visitors to follow.

'You need me, sir? I have some work to do.'

'Sure thing, XO. Thanks.'

'Aye aye. See you gentlemen later,' the lieutenant said, and disappeared around a corner.

The walk took longer than Murray expected. They had to detour around two work parties who were repainting bulkheads. The chiefs' quarters - called the goat locker for reasons ancient and obscure - was located aft. Riley and Oreza, the two most senior chiefs aboard, shared the cabin nearest the small compartment where they and their peers ate in relative privacy. Wegener got to the open door and found a cloud of smoke. The bosun had a cigar clamped in his teeth while his oversized hands were trying to manipulate a ridiculously small screwdriver. Both men came to their feet when the captain appeared.

'Relax. What the hell you got there?'

'Portagee found it.' Riley handed it over. 'It's a real old one and we've been trying to fix it.'

'How does 1778 grab you, sir?' Oreza asked. 'A sextant made by Henry Edgworth. Found it in an old junk shop. It might be worth a few bucks if we can get it cleaned up.'

Wegener gave it a close look. '1778, you said?'

'Yes, sir. That makes it one of the oldest-model sextants. The glass is all broke, but that's easy to fix. I know a museum that pays top dollar for these - but then I might just keep it myself, of course.'

'We got some company,' Wegener said, getting back to business. 'They want to talk about the two people we picked up.'

Murray and Bright held up their ID cards. Dan noticed a phone in the compartment. The XO, he realized, might have called to warn them what was coming. Riley's cigar hadn't dropped an ash yet.

'No problem,' Oreza said. 'What are you guys going to do with the bastards?'

'That's up to the U.S. Attorney,' Bright said. 'We're supposed to help put the case together, and that means we have to establish what you people did when you apprehended them.'

'Well, you want to talk to Mr. Wilcox, sir. He was in command of the boarding party,' Riley said. 'We just did what he told us.'

'Lieutenant Wilcox is on leave,' the captain pointed out.

'What about after you brought them aboard?' Bright asked.

'Oh, that,' Riley admitted. 'Okay, I was wrong, but that little cocksucker - I mean, he spit on the captain, sir, and you just don't do that kinda shit, y'know? So I roughed him up some. Maybe I shouldn't have done it, but maybe that little prick oughta have manners, too.'

'That's not what we're here about,' Murray said after a moment. 'He says you hanged him.'

'Hung him? What from?' Oreza asked.

'I think you call it the yardarm.'

'You mean - hang, like in, well, hang ? Around the neck, I mean?' Riley asked.

'That's right.'

The bosun's laugh rumbled like an earthquake. 'Sir, if I ever hung somebody, he wouldn't go around bitchin' about it the next day.'

Murray repeated the story as he'd heard it, almost word for word. Riley shook his head.

'That's not the way it's done, sir.'

'What do you mean?'

'You say that the little one said that the last thing he saw was his friend swinging back and forth, right? That ain't the way it's done.'

'I still don't understand.'

'When you hang somebody aboard ship, you tie his feet together and run a downhaul line - you tie that off to the rail or a stanchion so he don't swing around. You gotta do that, sir. You have something that weight - well, over a hundred pounds-swinging around like that, it'll break things. So what you do is, you two-block him - that means you run him right up to the block - that's the pulley, okay? - and you got the downhaul to keep him in place real snug like. Otherwise it just ain't shipshape. Hell, everybody knows that.'

'How do you know that?' Bright asked, trying to hide his exasperation.

'Sir, you lower boats into the water, or you rig stuff on this ship, and that's my job. We call it seamanship. I mean, say you had some piece of gear that weighs as much as a man, okay? You want it swinging around loose like a friggin' chandelier on a long chain? Christ, it'd eventually hit the radar, tear it right off the mast. We had a storm that night, too. Nah, the way they did it in the old days was just like a signal hoist-line on top of the hoist and a line