to have doubts himself in order to trap him into an admission he was suspicious of it. But suppose Steen’s doubts were genuine. Where had they come from? And why now, with Krasicki dead? It was like sinking into quicksand, he thought; every time you think you’re back on solid ground it starts to give way under you again.
With the Leander lying motionless in the water where there was no whisper of breeze, the smell of burning cotton was evident for minutes at a time near the after well-deck, and twice he saw heavy wisps of smoke issue from the ventilators of number three. They drifted straight up, thinned, and disappeared. He wasn’t going to be very popular with the superstitious members of the crew when they discovered it, he thought; he’d already caused the death of two men, and now he’d set their ship afire. In spite of his uneasiness, there was a certain ironic fascination in the thought that while he might be able to cope with the blazing intelligence and educated mind of the mate, against ignorance there was never any defense at all.
He walked forward and stood at the rail watching the bos’n and four sailors fish-oiling the rusty deck plates of the forward well-deck. They were burned black, stripped to the waist, and dripping sweat under the malevolent glare of the sun. One looked up and saw him, and said something, and the others turned to stare for an instant. He wondered if it were merely the standard salute to a useless slob of a passenger who had nothing to do but live a life of ease, or whether it was more serious.
Madeleine Lennox came out of the passageway and joined him. She was wearing near the irreducible minimum of clothing, only shorts, halter, and sandals, but her upper lip was moist with perspiration and damp tendrils of hair stuck to her neck. ‘It’s unbearable,’ she said. ‘Inside or out. My cabin’s like a sauna.’
‘It’ll be a little better when we get under way again,’ Goddard said.
She looked around and spoke in a lower tone. ‘You recall what we were talking about last night? I finally remembered the thing that kept bothering me.’
He was instantly alert, but kept his face impassive. ‘About what?’ he asked.
‘Mayr. And that blood that came out of his mouth. You remember, just before Krasicki came in and let out that scream, you were telling us a funny story. Everybody was laughing, and Mayr started to cough. He put his napkin up to his mouth, and I think he probably slipped something in it, a plastic capsule of some kind he could open by biting down on it. Don’t you think that’s possible?’
Goddard felt a little chill between his shoulder blades and was aware he knew the answer to the question even before he asked it. ‘You haven’t told anybody else this?’
‘Just the captain,’ she replied. ‘At breakfast this morning.’
Maybe it was hopeless now, but he had to make one last effort. He smiled indulgently. ‘But isn’t there a flaw in your theory somewhere? If the thing was staged, why would Krasicki kill himself?’
‘How do we know he did? It could be another illusion.’
'I hate to tear your script to pieces,’ he said, ‘but he’s dead. I helped lift his body onto a bunk, and he was not only cold, but stiff.’
‘Oh,’ she said. ‘Well, I guess that settles it.’
She would probably shut up now, but it was too late. Well, he asked himself, aren’t you going to warn her at all? Take up the ladder, Mate, I’m aboard. He sighed. ‘If there’s a chance in a million you’re right, you’ve stuck your neck out. Stay away from the rail at night, and keep your door locked.’
‘But I only told the captain.’
And the captain is a deeply religious man, who couldn’t possibly be involved in anything like that, he thought. Read the label attached to his arm. It identifies him the same as all other members of the cast. Krasicki was a gentle, persecuted Polish Jew, and Lind’s a big, exuberant, fun-loving boy who likes to doctor people. He excused himself and went to his cabin. He’d done his best, hadn’t he? And maybe Steen wasn’t involved in it.
If she figured out the mechanics of that dribble of blood from the corner of Mayr’s mouth, why hadn’t she been able to go one step further and grasp the self-evident fact that if the thing had been staged you no longer knew