I sat there awkwardly as she snuggled up against me and gave me the line she must have developed for entertaining her father's friends. I didn't resent it. She was just talking too much because she was scared. She had a right to be. She didn't know how different I was.

I sat there thinking about the way it was going to have to be done. I had no faith in Louis Rosten. If he came through, that was fine, but I couldn't count on him; and even if I could, I certainly couldn't count on being able to take over the schooner with his help and that of a ninety-pound girl-not against Robin Rosten, Big Nick, and two enemy pros.

I'd talked about it blithely because it was what I was expected to talk about-by Teddy, by Rosten, and by Robin herself, if her husband should decide to betray our grandiose plans to her-but it simply wasn't a reliable solution. Whatever I really did, it would have to be quick and unexpected, and it would have to take place right here in this tiny cabin.

The knowledge in Dr. Michaelis' head must not leave the country. To make sure that it didn't, the man would have to die practically the moment he was pushed in the door-assuming my luck held that far, and he was actually put in here with us. There couldn't be any hesitation or staffing around; there couldn't be any waiting to see what might or might not happen afterwards, with or without the help of Louis Rosten.

The little girl beside me nibbled affectionately at my ear. "You think I'm being silly and corny, don't you, Matt?" she murmured. "You think I'm just babbling away because I'm scared silly. Well, maybe I am, but I really do think you're-"

I felt her start and look up at the deck over our heads. The schooner was talking loudly now, driving hard southwards, creaking and groaning; but there had been another noise, something like a human cry. Teddy looked at me apprehensively. 1 moved my shoulders briefly. After a little, we heard sounds in the passageway.

It was Louis, of course. He'd managed to louse it up even faster than I'd expected. Nick threw him in and bolted the door again. I got down from the bunk and turned him over. His left arm didn't seem to be properly attached to his body. Teddy screamed when she saw what had happened to his face.

TWENTY

PLEASE DON'T THINK I'm being callous, or anything, when I say it was kind of a relief. It blew away, so to speak, the cobwebs of illusion. It was tough on Louis, but he wasn't a particularly good friend of mine, and it made everything sharp and clear. We could all stop kidding each other now.

I mean, the message was plain: we were through with the phony glamor and politeness. We were through with lovely ladies in filmy peignoirs smiling seductively as they passed out the loaded highballs; we were through with the trick psychology, the slick dialogue, and all the rest of the Hollywood jazz.

Instead, we had, on deck, harsh reality in the shape of a tough woman with delusions of persecution and grandeur, in jeans, packing a shotgun, with a murderous giant to do her bidding. And below, in the swaying and weaving little steel prison of a cabin, we had some more crude reality in the form of a man with a dislocated shoulder, perhaps a cracked skull, certainly a broken nose and several missing front teeth, bleeding copiously. It was an effective antidote to dreams. We weren't going to walk out through an unbolted door and take over the schooner with a wave of the hand. Well, I hadn't ever thought we would, really.

Teddy stared in horror at the beaten man on the floor. She gagged suddenly and scrambled into the head-to use the nautical term-and was sick. I bent down and looked Louis over. I patted him around the body and found no tools or weapons of any kind. That figured. I opened his shirt and looked at his shoulder. It was dramatic. Nick had practically torn the arm off, as you'd rip a drumstick from a cold roast chicken.

What had happened was pretty obvious. Robin hadn't brought me on deck just for fun. In spite of Teddy's confession, she'd remained suspicious of her husband, and she'd had me up there to tease him. She'd let him see us talking cozily together, knowing that, if guilty, he couldn't help but wonder if I was giving him away right before his eyes. She'd known he couldn't stand the pressure; he'd have to go to me for reassurance as soon as possible.

She'd waited for him to betray himself by slipping below to talk to me. When he came back, she'd simply turned Nick loose. With his arm twisted out of its socket, Louis would have talked, all right. He would have told her everything she wanted to know, and all it had got him was a smashed face and a crack on the head. I couldn't help wondering if the brutal embellishments had been Nick's idea or Robin's. I wouldn't have laid bets either way. She was no longer the warm and lovely woman I'd held in my arms; but then, that woman had never really existed.

There wasn't anything I could do for the arm except lash it to Louis' side with his shirt so it wouldn't flop around when I heaved him into the bunk. He paid no attention. He'd been hit hard enough, undoubtedly, to have a concussion; he might even die. I looked into the cubicle next door. The kid had pulled herself together, but she was having trouble pumping out the plumbing. I gave her a hand.

As we struggled with the machinery, the schooner took a sharp list to starboard, and solid green water sluiced briefly across the outside of the smaller porthole above the john. I had to grab Teddy and brace myself to keep both of us from being thrown into the pipes and valves.

I said, "Hell, are we sinking?"

She giggled in spite of herself. "Haven't you ever been on a sailboat before? They all sail on their sides, silly. It's just getting a little gusty out there, and the wind seems to've hauled more abeam." Her amusement faded abruptly. "Matt, now there's nobody to help! What are we going to do?"

I knew what I was going to do, but I could hardly tell her about it. I had no choice now, if I'd ever had any.

She clung to me desperately. "What's going to happen to us?" she breathed. "Where is that woman sending Papa and the rest of us? You didn't tell me. If we can't get away before she puts up on board that ship, what will happen to us?"

If she didn't want to know, she shouldn't ask. I said, "My impression is, we'll be taken overseas to a country where there are some specialists waiting to torture hell out of us-that is, unless there are facilities and experts on the freighter."

Her eyes were wide and shocked, "Torture?"

"Torture," I said. "Don't be naive. Take a look at Louis, for a practical illustration of what happens to people who know things other people want to know."

"But-"

"Your daddy has some very special information," I said, "and I happen to be connected with a government agency that has aroused a lot of curiosity over there. They had a lady scheduled to take the trip voluntarily, but she died. Well, you know. You were at the motel that night."

Teddy glanced at me. "Did you really kill her, Matt?"

"Let's not go into that," I said. "It's complicated and irrelevant. Anyway, I've been drafted as a replacement. I'm sure there are long lists of questions just waiting to be asked both Dr. Michaelis and me, and all kinds of fancy drugs and devices to make sure we're properly co-operative."

Teddy licked her lips, looking up at me. "But-but I don't know anything!" she cried. "What do they want with me?"

"Well, you annoyed Mrs. Rosten," I said. "You were a contributing factor in getting her all wet, remember. And then you had the bad judgment to show up just at sailing time; and as I told you, your daddy knows something quite important; and one of the best ways to get information out of a stubborn man is to go to work on somebody he happens to be very fond of."