Barling sighed. The financial problem was solved, though it still remained for a court to settle the question of the salvage money. And the irony of it was that Bruce Calthorp would no doubt come in for a share of it as part owner of the Hopeful Enterprise. And where was the justice in that? But at least he would get none of the money from the Sunday Record; no, not a penny of that. And it was to be a good fat fee, the story having been rendered even more sensational by the two strange deaths and the dark hints of violence. There was mystery too, an unanswered question; and the public liked that kind of thing.
Funnily enough, Calthorp seemed to have had a change of mind and was talking of carrying on with Barling and Calthorp. He had been interviewed on television while the Hopeful Enterprise was struggling with her tow in mid-Atlantic, and perhaps he had enjoyed the limelight. It would be right up his street, Barling thought, and of course he would not want to drop out now. Barling did not mind; if Calthorp wished to stay in the firm, that was all to the good; it would avoid a lot of complications. Nevertheless, he felt a certain contempt for a partner who was ready to desert in difficult times but only too willing to stay on when things improved.
He heard a cough, and turning his head saw that the chief engineer had come up on to the bridge. Madden was wearing his shore-going clothes—a baggy, much-worn Harris tweed suit and brogue shoes. He coughed again, somewhat nervously, but said nothing, though it was obvious that he wished to speak.
“Well?” Barling said. “What is it then?”
Madden said with a curious hesitancy: “I was meaning to ask about those engines.”
“Yes?”
“You’ll be having them seen to?”
“Don’t worry about that. We’ll get them right before we sail again.”
Madden seemed to breathe a shade more easily. “Then you will be—”
“Yes,” Barling said. “And I’ll want you, Chief.”
Madden’s head came up. Barling noticed with some embarrassment that there were tears in his eyes. His voice shook a little.
“I did my best.”
“No one could have done better.”
“Thank you,” Madden said. He hesitated, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. Then: “I’ll be getting ashore. I’ve a phone call to make. To my wife.”
“Give her my regards,” Barling said.
He ran into Loder some time later. “Well,” Loder said, giving his cynical grin, “it all worked out.”
“Yes, it all worked out.”
Loder said with a touch of hesitancy: “I don’t suppose we’ll be seeing much more of each other.”
“Oh?” Barling said. “What makes you say that?”
“You’ll be getting someone else as mate, I imagine.”
“Why should I?”
“I think it’s been in your mind for some time.”
He was right about that of course; it had been in Barling’s mind. But now he was not so sure that he wanted to replace Loder. He still did not like the mate, and probably never would, but he knew that in an emergency Loder was a man he could depend on; and what guarantee was there that a replacement would be as good? Better the devil you knew—
“It’s not in my mind now.”
Loder looked surprised. “Are you asking me to stay on?”
“I want a chief officer I can trust,” Barling said. “I think you fill the bill. That’s if you want to sail with me again.”
Loder thought it over for a moment, then grinned suddenly without any trace of cynicism. “Since you put it that way,” he said, “I’ll admit I wasn’t particularly keen on looking for another berth.”
It was Sandy Moir who found the paper. The steward had used it to wrap some dry stores, and Moir, opening it out, noticed the news item.
“Weel now,” he said, “there’s a coincidence.”
He showed it to Lawson. “Look at that, will ye?”
Lawson looked at it. “So what?”
“D’ye see the date on that paper? It’s the day we left Montreal. It’s a Montreal paper.”
“I can see that. I can read.”
“And have ye read what it says there?”
“I’ve read it,” Lawson said. “It says there was a fire in an apartment house. A woman named Roberta Clayton died in it. The fire seems to have been started by a drunk with a cigarette lighter.”
“And do ye see where the apartment house was?”
Lawson examined the item again. “Cabot Place.”
Moir nodded and looked very knowing. “And where’s Cabot Place?”
“In Montreal of course. Where else would it be?”
“Aye, but what part of Montreal?”
“Well, flamin’ catfish! How should I know?”
“I know.”
“So tell me, chum. Tell me before I die of curiosity.”
“That’s where we had the set-to with those Swedes,” Moir said. “I noticed the name on a wall. That’s why I say it’s a coincidence. That fire must’ve happened not so long after. The same night.”
“And a woman died in it.” Lawson sounded thoughtful. “Wonder what she was like.”
“We’ll never know.”
“No, but it makes you think.”
“Aye, it does that.”
“Still, it’s nothing to do with us.”
Moir screwed up the paper and threw it into the garbage can. “No,” he said, “it’s nothing to do with us.”
About the Author
When a valuable cargo ship is abandoned in mid-Atlantic Captain Barling of the s.s. Hopeful Enterprise has very special reasons for wishing to tow it into port. The question is is he justified in risking men’s lives for the sake of his own desires?
Adam Loder, mate of the Hopeful Enterprise, thinks it is nothing but a wild goose chase anyway; and Jonah Madden, the chief engineer, is worried about his ailing engines. But Charlie Wilson has a deeper worry. He has killed a woman in Montreal and fears that the police will pick him up on arrival in England. That is why he volunteers for the riskiest job of all.
It is not only the sea that threatens Barling’s chances of success—though that is bad enough in the autumn gales—there is also a very tenacious rival to contend with in the shape of a salvage tug with a tough and not over-scrupulous crew.
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Copyright
© James Pattinson 1972
First published in Great Britain 1972
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