"No, ma'am, thank you," the colonel said.

Stone stood up. "Colonel, I am Stone Barrington, Manning's lawyer. Is there something we can do for you?" He took a drink from Allison and sat down. Allison sat next to him. "Please," he said to the police, "be seated."

The policeman sat down gingerly at the chart table. "I understand Mrs.Manning has made some travel plans," he said.

Stone looked at him blankly, then at Allison.

"Come again?" Allison said.

"I believe you have recently chartered a yacht," the colonel said. Allison waved an arm about her. "Colonel, I already have a yacht; why should I want to charter another one?"

"Colonel," Stone said, "perhaps you could explain yourself?."

"Of course, Mr.Barrington," the policeman replied. "Earlier this afternoon a very fast yacht berthed here and cleared customs, stating his intention of picking up a charter passenger. And you were seen, not half an hour ago, having a drink at the bar of the Shipwright's Arms with that yacht's captain, and then going aboard her."

"That's quite true, Colonel," Stone said. "I met the man, whose name I believe is Sam, at the bar. I expressed an interest in his boat, and he was kind enough to offer me a tour." He said his charterer was a Mr.and Mrs.Chapman."

"Come, come, Mr.Barrington, you are being disingenuous," the policeman said.

"I assure you, I am not," Stone replied firmly.

"Colonel," Allison piped up, "why do you think I have anything to do with that yacht?"

"Yes, Colonel, why?" Stone asked.

"I am not a fool, Mr.Barrington," the man said.

"Of course you aren't," Stone agreed. "But what, specifically, causes you to believe that Mrs.Manning has chartered the yacht? Have you spoken was the captain?"

"Not yet," the man admitted.

"Well, when you do, I'm sure he will tell you what he told me, that someone else has chartered his yacht."

"Oh, I will speak to him, Mr.Barrington; you may be sure of that." He stood up. "In the meantime, Mrs.Manning is confined to this yacht and to the Shipwright's Arms."

Allison shrugged. "I've hardly left this yacht since I came to St.Marks, except at the insistence of Sir Winston Sutherland," she said. "I don't know why I would want to leave it now. You see, Colonel, I am quite looking forward to my trial and acquittal."

"She is not to go to the airport or anywhere else on the island or to board any other yacht," the colonel said, continuing to address Stone, "on pain of immediate arrest and close confinement."

"I quite understand, Colonel," Stone said, "and believe me, Mrs.Manning will follow your instructions to the letter."

The policeman saluted them smartly and, herding his colleagues before him, went up the companionway.

Stone followed them partway and watched as they marched off toward the Race.

CHAPTER 40

Sone sat back down on the sofa and took a large swig of his drink. It turned out to be straight rum. "Jesus," he said, coughing, "I was expecting Scotch or something."

"I grabbed the first thing I saw," she said, sitting beside him. "That man frightened me very badly."

"I'm glad you still have the capacity for being frightened by something," he replied. "He was on the point of jailing you, you know."

"I believe you. What do I do now?"

"We've got to get that motor yacht out of English Harbour, that's what. How did you go about chartering it?"

"I found an ad in an old yachting magazine we had aboard, and I called them. The money was wire-transferred from my Greenwich account."

Stone looked at her in amazement. "And how the hell did you accomplish all that? You've hardly left this yacht, and I've never seen you use a phone."

She got up, went to the chart table, opened a cup board behind it, took out what looked like a laptop computer and set it on the chart table.

Stone looked at the thing. "What is it?"

She opened it and displayed a telephone handset.

"A telephone?"

"A satellite telephone. The antenna is at the top of the mast."

"It works?"

"It certainly does. Would you like me to demonstrate?"

"Yes, please; call the broker and get that yacht out of here."

She plugged the unit into a jack near the chart table, switched it on, and waited. "It will seek a satellite," she said. A moment later, it beeped three times. She picked up the handset, consulted her address book, dialed a number, and pressed a button.

"Like a car phone," Stone said.

"Exactly, except it will work almost anywhere on the face of the earth." She put the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Fred? It's Allison Manning; I'm sorry to bother you at home. I have some new instructions for you. Yes, the yacht arrived, and now I have to get it out of here, for the moment."

"Tell him to have them leave around nine this evening," Stone said. "No sooner."

"Please call the yacht and have them depart the harbor at nine o'clock this evening. Tell them to go back to Guadeloupe and wait for my call. It may be a few days. What? Fred, you've already been paid. If I want the yacht to go to Guadeloupe and wait, then that's what they'll do. Right. Thank you so much." She pressed another button, breaking the connection. "There, it's done."

"And they have one of these on the other yacht?"

"Yes, or something like it."

Stone shook his head. "Technology is passing me by."

"Why nine o'clock?" she asked.

"Because you and I are going to be having dinner at the Shipwright's Arms at that time, in view of the whole world, or at least all St.Marks. We are going to appear relaxed and happy and unconcerned about the yacht's departure. Do you have a local phoned directory?"

She fished one out of the chart table.

Stone looked up a number and showed it to her. "Dial that for me, will you?"

She dialed the number and handed him the handset. "Hello, is that the St.Marks airport? Good. My name is Chapman; my wife and I are meeting a chartered yacht there, and I was told that I would have to get permission for my airplane to land at your airport; is that correct? Well, we plan to land around nine this evening, so I hope the runway is lit. What? Twenty-four hours? Why, that's outrageous! I can land at any other airport in the world on no notice at all! Well, in that case, I'll meet my yacht in Guadeloupe, and St.Marks will lose the money I would have spent there. No, no, don't apologize, I no longer wish to land at your airport. Good-bye!" He broke the connection and turned to Allison. "There, maybe that will give us some cover."

They waited until eight, then, freshly scrubbed and they walked over to the Shipwright's Arms, with the two police officers now established at the dock head of the marina, a full view of all the yachts there. They had a drink at the bar and chatted with Thomas for a while.

"Trouble down at the marina this afternoon?" Thomas asked when he was far enough away from the other patrons.

"A bit," Stone replied. "A Colonel Buckler showed up with two other cops and accused Allison of chartering the new yacht down there in order to escape the island."

"Buckler got a call here a little later," Thomas.said. "From Government House. I heard the name Chapman mentioned."

"Ah, Mr.Chapman; I'm told that he is the actual charterer of the yacht."

"I gathered from what I overheard that Mr.Chapman had tried to get permission to land his jet at the airport tonight and was turned down."

"Did you get that impression?" Stone said.

"I did. Buckler seemed confused. Buckler and his wife are at a table a few yards behind you, having dinner."

"Oh, good," Stone said.

"Why is that good?" Thomas asked.

"Because he'll get to see the yacht steam out of English Harbour, and he'll see Allison here with me. That might make him feel better."