papers. He took the top sheet and brought it toward him, but there wasn't a glimmer of white... not even when he held it right in front of his eyes.
That's all right, Craiggy-weggy. You just sit here in the dark. Sit here and wait until it's time to move. When the time comes
I'll tell you, his father finished grimly.
"That's right," Craig said. His fingers spidered up the unseen sheet of paper to the righthand corner. He tore smoothly downward.
Riii-ip.
Calm filled his mind like cool blue water. He dropped the unseen strip on the unseen desk and returned his fingers to the top of the sheet. Everything was going to be fine, just fine. He began to sing under his breath in a tuneless little whisper.
"Just call me angel... of the morn-ing, ba-by - "
Riii-ip.
"Just touch my cheek before you leave me... ba-by."
Calm now, at peace, Craig sat and waited for his father to tell him what he should do next, just as he had done so many times as a child.
4
"Listen carefully, Albert," Nick said. "We have to take her on board the plane, but we'll need a litter to do it. There won't be one on board, but there must be one in here. Where?"
"Gee, Mr Hopewell, Captain Engle would know better than - "
"But Captain Engle isn't here," Nick said patiently. "We shall have to manage on our own."
Albert frowned... then thought of a sign he had seen on the lower level. "Airport Services?" he asked. "Does that sound right?"
"It bloody well does," Nick said. "Where did you see that?"
"On the lower level. Next to the rent-a-car counters."
"All right," Nick said. "Here's how we're going to handle this. You and Mr Gaffney are designated litter-finders and litter-bearers. Mr Gaffney, I suggest you check by the grill behind the counter. I expect you'll find some sharp knives. I'm sure that's where our unpleasant friend found his. Get one for you and one for Albert."
Don went behind the counter without a word. Rudy Warwick returned from The Red Baron Bar with an armload of red-and-white checked tablecloths.
"I'm really sorry - " he began again, but Nick cut him off. He was still looking at Albert, his face now only a circle of white above the deeper shadow of Dinah's small body. The dark had almost arrived.
"You probably won't see Mr Toomy; my guess is that he left here unarmed, in a panic. I imagine he's either found a bolthole by now or has left the terminal. If you do see him, I advise you very strongly not to engage him unless he makes it necessary." He swung his head to look at Don as Don returned with a pair of butcher knives. "Keep your priorities straight, you two. Your mission isn't to recapture Mr Toomy and bring him to justice. Your job is to get a stretcher and bring it here as quick as you can. We have to get out of here."
Don offered Albert one of the knives, but Albert shook his head and looked at Rudy Warwick. "Could I have one of those tablecloths instead?"
Don looked at him as if Albert had gone crazy. "A tablecloth? What in God's name for?"
"I'll show you."
Albert had been kneeling by Dinah. Now he got up and went behind the counter. He peered around, not sure exactly what he was looking for, but positive he would know it when he saw it. And so he did. There was an old-fashioned two-slice toaster sitting well back on the counter. He picked it up, jerking the plug out of the wall, and wrapped the cord tightly around it as he came back to where the others were. He took one of the tablecloths, spread it, and placed the toaster in one corner. Then he turned it over twice wrapping the toaster in the end of the tablecloth like a Christmas present.
He fashioned tight rabbit's-ear knots in the corners to make a pocket. When he gripped the loose end of the tablecloth and stood up, the wrapped toaster had become a rock in a makeshift sling.
"When I was a kid, we used to play Indiana Jones," Albert said apologetically. "I made something like this and pretended it was my whip. I almost broke my brother David's arm once. I loaded an old blanket with a sashweight I found in the garage. Pretty stupid, I guess. I didn't know how hard it would hit. I got a hell of a spanking for it. It looks stupid,