"Think hard, Sam."

Sam ruminated.

"I did hear he was awful quick-tempered, but he was always civil to me and that's all I cared about. He never made trouble in the marina but I heard he got into a fight in Nassau. Like all yachtsmen he carries a knife, and he used it he cut a guy."

"Were the police in on that?"

Sam shook his head.

"It was a private fight," he said dryly.

"No one wanted police trouble."

I was disappointed; it would be useful if Kayles already had a police record.

"Did he have any particular friends that you know of?"

"No, I'd say Kayles is a loner."

"When he left your marina three months ago did he say where he was going?"

"No." Sam suddenly snapped his fingers.

"But when I met him last month in the International Bazaar he said he was going to Florida. I forgot about that." Then he added, "The International Bazaar here not the one in Nassau."

I stared at Sam.

"Are you telling me you saw Kayles here on Grand Bahama a month ago?"

"Not a month ago," corrected Sam.

"Last month. It would be a little over two weeks ago. I'd brought a boat over for a client to give to Joe Cartwright here." Sam tugged his ear.

"Chances are that Kayles had his boat here, too. I didn't see her, but I wasn't looking. He knew about the discount."

We had a system whereby a yachtsman using one of our marinas got a ten per cent discount in any of the others; it helped keep the money in the family. I rang my secretary.

"Jessie, get Joe Cartwright up here fast. I don't care what he's doing but I want him here." I turned back to Sam.

"Did Kayles say how he was going to Florida?"

"He didn't tell me and I didn't ask. I assumed he'd be going in Green Wave."

I hammered at Sam for quite a while, but could get nothing more out of him. Presently Joe Cartwright arrived. He was the marina manager for the Royal Palm.

"You wanted me, Mr. Mangan?" He flicked his hand in a brief salute.

"Hi, Sam!"

I pushed forward the photograph.

"Did this man bring a boat into the marina about two weeks ago?"

Sam said, "His name is Kayles.

"The face and the name mean nothing to me," said Joe.

"I'd have to look at the records."

I pointed to the telephone, 'fcing your office and have someone do it now. "

As Joe spoke into the mouthpiece I drummed my fingers restlessly on the desk. At least I had something for Perigord and I hoped it would prove to be a firm lead.

Joe put down the telephone.

"He was here, but I didn't see him. He came in a British sloop with a red hull."

"Green," said Sam.

"No, it was red. Her name was Bahama Mama."

"He changed the name again," said Sam in wonder.

"Now why would a man do that?"

My upraised hand silenced him. I said to Joe, "Is the boat still here?"

"I'll find out. " Joe picked up the telephone again and I held my breath. If the boat was still here then Kayles, in all likelihood, was dead with Julie Sue and Pete. If not. Joe said, "She left on the twenty-fifth Christmas Day."

I let out my breath with a sigh. That was six days after Lucayan Girl had disappeared. Joe said, "No one saw her leave; suddenly she wasn't there. " He shrugged.

"It didn't bother anyone; the marina fee had been paid in advance to the end of the month. We made a profit on that one. "

I said, "I want both of you to wait in the outei office until you're wanted." They left and I rang Perigord.

"I've got a name and a face for you. That crewman."

He did not sound surprised. All he said was "Who?"

I told him.

"Where are you?"

"My office at the Royal Palm."

"Ten minutes," he said, and rang off.

Perigord put Sam Ford and Joe Cartwright through the wringer, but did not get much more out of them than I had, then he took the negative and photographs and departed. But he did not take all of them; I had retained some, locked in the office safe. I spoke to Sam and Joe.

"If you see or hear of this man I want to know, but don't alarm him -just contact me."

Sam said, "What's all this about, Tom?"

I hesitated, half inclined to tell him, but said briefly, "You don't have to know. It's a police matter." I changed the subject.

"We're organizing the marinas into a division, Joe; and Sam will be boss. Spread the word that we're expanding. There'll be no firings and a lot of hirings Sam will tell you all about it.

All right, that's it. "

And that was that.

Jack Kayles did not come to the surface, not then, but Billy Cunningham arrived a couple of weeks later with a platoon of lawyers and accountants and they started to go through the books of West End Securities, finding not much wrong and a lot that was right. After a few days Billy came to me and said with a crooked smile, "You under-estimated your value by about a quarter-million but you're still not going to get more than a fifth of Theta stock."

"Suits me."

"The Corporation will be set up by the end of the week; I've had the Nassau lawyers working on it. Then we can sign papers."

"You'd have done better to have consulted me on that," I said.

"Perhaps, but I thought that maybe you weren't in any condition to think straight."

7i "You could have been right," I admitted.

He stood up and stretched.

"Gee, it's been a hard week. I could do with a drink. Where do you keep your office bottle?"

I opened the cabinet, poured drinks, and handed him a glass.

"Here's to the Theta Corporation."

We drank the toast, and Billy said, "You sure put a burr under Debbie's saddle. What the hell did you do?"

"Just a bit of fatherly advice."

Billy's lips quirked.

"Fatherly!" He sat down.

"My revered uncle, Jack Cunningham, Chairman of the Cunningham Corporation and something of a prime bastard, thinks you're some kind of subversive nut. He says you've been putting leftist ideas into his daughter's head ' " What do you think? "

"I think it's the best thing that ever happened to her," he said frankly.

"She's been spoiled silly all her life and it's time she thought of something other than herself. Maybe this will doit."

"I hope so."

He hesitated.

"She told me about Sue, and the funeral. Why didn't you let me know?"

"Not your problem." I tasted the whisky.

"Did she tell you about the photograph?"

"What photograph?"

So Debbie was keeping her promise to Perigord; she had not even told her family. I was not as honourable.

"I'll tell you about it, but keep it under your hat."

So I told him and it was long in the telling, and when I had finished he said, "Jesus, I've never heard of anything like that!" He picked up the photograph I had taken from the safe.

"You mean this son of a bitch killed your family?"

"That's the general theory. If he's still alive he did, and if he's dead who took his boat from the marina here?"

"This is a crummy picture," said Billy.

"I think we can do better than this?"

"How?"

"You know we have the Space Center in Houston. I know a lot of the guys there because we do business with NASA.

When they shoot pictures back from space they're pretty blurred so they put them through a computer which sharpens them up; makes a computer-enhanced image, as they call it. " He tapped the photograph.

"I think they could do the same with this, and if they can't you're no worse off. Mind if I take this back to Houston?"

I thought it was a good idea.

"Take it."

Three days later we signed papers and I was President of a $50 million corporation.

Time passed.

I had a heavy workload as I buckled down to making the Theta Corporation work. I began by activating some of the suggestions I had outlined to Billy, beginning with the construction division. Jack Foster was a childless widower who ran a construction company based in Nassau. He was past sixty and wanted to get out, not seeing the point of working himself into the grave when he had no one to leave the company to, so I flew to Nassau and we did a deal, and I got the company for a quarter-million less than I expected to pay. Since this was the company that was building the hotel on Eleuthera things started to move faster there because I saw to it that the Theta Corporation got first choice of materials and manpower. The sooner the hotel was completed the sooner the cash flow would turn from negative to positive.