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　their　noses　were　so　close　together　that　they　must　have　been　cross…eyed　from　their　attempts　to　focus。　For　the　first　time　since　I'd　met　her　Mary　Darling　had　removed　her　enormous　spectacles…misted　lenses　due　to　Allen's　heavy　breathing；　I　had　no　doubt…and　without　them　she　really　was　a　very　pretty　young　girl　with　none　of　that　rather　naked　and　defenceless　look　that　so　often　characterises　the　habitual　wearer　of　glasses　when　those　are　removed。　One　thing　was　for　sure；　there　was　nothing　wrong　with　Allen's　eyesight。
　I　glanced　at　the　liquor　cupboard　in　the　corner。　The　glass…fronted　doors　were　intact　from　which　I　assumed　that　Lonnie　Gilbert's　bunch　of　keys　were　capable　of　opening　most　things：　had　they　failed　here　I　would　have　looked　for　signs　of　the　use　of　some　other　instrument；　not；　perhaps；　the　berserk　wielding　of　a　fire　axe　but　at　least　the　discreet　employment　of　a　wood　chisel：　but　there　were　no　such　signs。
　Heissman　was　asleep　in　his　cabin；　uneasily；　restlessly　asleep；　but　clearly　not　ill。　Next　door　Neal　Divine；　his　bedboard　raised　so　high　that　he　was　barely　visible；　looked　more　like　a　medieval　bishop　than　ever；　but　a　happily　unconscious　one　this　time。　Lonnie　was　sitting　upright　in　his　bunk；　his　arms　folded　across　his　ample　midriff；　and　from　the　fact　that　his　right　hand　was　out　of　sight　under　the　coverlet；　almost　certainly　and　lovingly　wrapped　round　the　neck　of　a　bottle　of　purloined　Scotch；　did　the　further　fact　that　he　wore　a　beatific　smile；　it　was　clear　that　his　plethora　of　keys　could　be　put　to　a　very　catholic　variety　of　uses。　
　I　passed　up　Judith　Haynes's　cabin…she'd　had　no　dinner…and　went　into　what　I　knew　to　be；　at　that　moment；　the　last　occupied　cabin。　The　unit's　chief　electrician；　a　large；　fat；　red…faced　and　chubby…checked　individual　rejoicing　in　the　name　of　Frederick　Crispin　Harbottle；　was　propped　on　an　elbow　and　moodily　eating　an　apple：　appearances　to　the　contrary　he　was　an　invincibly　morose　and　wholly　pessimistic　man。　For　reasons　I　had　been　unable　to　discover；　he　was　known　to　all　as　Eddie：　rumour　had　it　that　he　had　been　heard　to　speak；　in　the　same　breath；　of　himself　and　that　other　rather　better…known　electrician；　Thomas　Edison。　
　〃Sorry；〃　I　said。　〃We've　got　some　cases　of　food　poisoning。　You're　not　one　of　them；　obviously。〃　I　nodded　towards　the　recumbent　occupant　of　the　other　bed；　who　was　lying　curled　up　with　his　back　to　us。　〃How's　the　Duke？〃
　〃Alive。〃　Eddie　spoke　in　a　tone　of　philosophical　resignation。　〃Moaning　and　groaning　about　his　bellyache　before　he　dropped　off。　Moans　and　groans　nearly　every　night；　e　to　that。　You　know　what　the　Duke's　like；　he　just　can't　help　himself。〃
　We　all　knew　what　he　was　like。　If　it　is　possible　for　a　person　to　bee　a　legend　within　the　space　of　four　days　then　Cecil　Golightly　had　bee　just　that。　His　unbridled　gluttony　lay　just　within　the　bounds　of　credibility　and　when　Otto；　less　than　an　hour　previously；　had　referred　to　him　as　a　little　pie；　who　never　lifted　his　eyes　from　the　table　he　had　spoken　no　more　than　the　truth。　The　Duke's　voracious　capacity　for　food　was　as　abnormal　as　his　obviously　practically　defunct　metabolic　system　for　he　resembled　nothing　so　much　as　a　man　newly　emerged　from　a　long　stay　in　a　concentration　camp。
　More　out　of　habit　than　anything　I　bent　over　to　give　him　a　cursory　glance　and　I　was　glad　I　did　for　what　I　saw　were　wide…open；　pain…dulled　eyes　moving　wildly　and　purposelessly　from　side　to　side；　ashen　lips　working　soundlessly　in　an　ashen　face　and　the　hooked　fingers　of　both　hands　digging　deep　into　his　stomach　as　if　he　were　trying　to　tear　it　open。
　I'd　told　Goin　that　I'd　be　back　in　Otto's　cabin　in　five　minutes：　I　was　back　in　forty…five。　The　Duke；　because　he　had　been　so　very　much　longer　without　treatment　than　Smithy；　Oakley；　or　Gerran；　had　gone　very　very　close　to　the　edge　indeed；　to　the　extent　that　I　had　on　one　occasion　almost　given　up　his　case　as　being　intractably　hopeless；　but　the　Duke　was　a　great　deal　more　stubborn　than　I　was　and　that　skeletal　frame　harboured　an　iron　constitution：　even　so；　without　almost　continuous　artificial　respiration；　a　heart　stimulant　injection　and　the　copious　use　of　oxygen；　he　would　surely　have　died：　now　he　would　as　surely　live。
　〃Is　this　the　end　of　it；　then？　Is　this　the　end？〃　Otto　Gerran　spoke　in　a　weakly　querulous　voice　and；　on　the　face　of　it；　I　had　to　admit　that　he　had　every　right　to　sound　both　weak　and　querulous。　He　hadn't　as　yet　regained　his　normal　colour；　he　looked　as　haggard　as　a　heavily　jowled　man　ever　can　and　it　was　clear　that　his　recent　experience　had　left　him　pretty　exhausted：　and　with　this　outbreak　of　poisoning　ing　on　top　of　the　continuously　hostile　weather　that　had　prevented　him　from　shooting　even　a　foot　of　background　film；　Otto　had　reason　to　believe　that　the　fates　were　not　on　his　side。
　I　should　think　so；〃　I　said。　In　view　of　the　fact　that　be　bad　aboard　some　ill…disposed　person　who　was　clearly　a　dab　hand　with　some　of　the　more　esoteric　poisons　this　was　as　unwarrantedly　optimistic　a　statement　as　I　could　remember　making；　but　I　had　to　say　something。　〃Any　other　victims　would　have　shown　the　symptoms　before　now：　and　I've　checked　everyone。〃
　〃Have　you　now？〃　Captain　Imrie　asked。　〃How　about　my　crew？　They　eat　the　same　food　as　you　do。〃
　〃I　hadn't　thought　of　that。〃　And　I　hadn't。　Because　of　some　mental　block　or　simply　because　of　lack　of　thought；　I'd　assumed；　wholly　without　reason；　that　the　effects　would　be　confined　to　the　film　unit　people：　Captain　Imrie　was　probably　thinking　that　I　regarded　his　men　as　second…rate　citizens　who；　when　measured　against　Otto's　valuable　and　expensive　cast　and　crew；　hardly　merited　serious　consideration。　I　went　on：　〃What　I　mean　is；　I　didn't　know　that。　That　they　ate　the　same　food。　Should　have　been　obvious。　If　you'll　just　show　me…〃
　With　Mr。　Stokes　in　lugubrious　attendance；　Captain　Imrie　led　me　round　the　crew　quarters。　Those　consisted　of　five　separate　cabins…two　for　the　deck　staff；　one　for　the　engine…room　staff。　one　for　the　two　cooks　and　the　last　for　the　two　stewards。　It　was　the　last　one　that　we　visited　first。
　We　opened　the　door　and　just　stood　there　for　what　then　seemed　like　an　unconscionably　long　time　but　was　probably　only　a　few　seconds；　mindless　creatures　bereft　of　will　and　speech　and　power　of　motion。　I　was　the　first　to　recover　and　stepped　inside。
　The　stench　was　so　nauseating　that　I　came　close　to　being　sick　for　the　first　time　that　night　and　the　cabin　itself　was　in　a　state　of　indescribable　confusion；　chairs　knocked　over；　clothes　strewn　everywhere　and　both　bunks　pletely　denuded　of　sheets　and　blankets　which　were　scattered　in　a　tom　and　tangled　mess　over　the　deck。　The　first　and　overwhelming　impression　was　that　there　had　been　a　fight　to　the　death；　but　both　Moxen　and　Scott；　the　latter　almost　covered　in　a　shredded　sheet；　looked　curiously　peaceful　as　they　lay　there；　and　neither　bore　any　marks　of　violence。
　I　say　we　go　back。　I　say　we　return　now。〃　Captain　Imrie　wedged　himself　more　deeply　into　his　chair　as　if　establishing　both　a　physical　and　argumentatively　manding　position。　〃You　gentlemen　will　bear　in　mind　that　I　am　the　master　of　this　vessel；　that　I　have　responsibilities　towards　both　passengers　and　crew。〃　He　lifted　his　bottle　from　the　wrought…iron　stand　and　helped　himself　lavishly　and　I　observed；　automatically　and　with　little　surprise；　that　his　hand　was　not　quite　steady。　If　I'd　typhoid　or　cholera　aboard　I'd　sail　at　once　for　quarantine　in　the　nearest　port　where　medical　assistance　is　available。　Three　dead　and　four　seriously　ill；　I　don't　see　that　cholera　or　typhoid　could　be　any　worse　than　we　have　here　on　the　Morning　Pose。
　Who's　going　to　be　the　next　to　die？〃　He　looked　at　me　almost　accusingly；　Imrie　seemed　to　be　adopting　the　understandable　attitude　that；　as　a　doctor；　it　was　my　duty　to　preserve　life　and　that　as　I　wasn't　making　a　very　good　job　of　it　what　was　happening　was　largely　my　fault。　〃Dr。　Marlowe　here　admits　that　he　is　at　a　loss　to　understand　the　reasons　for　this…this　lethal　outbreak。
　Surely　to　God　that　itself　is　reason　enough　to　call　this　off？〃
　〃It's　a　long　long　way　back　to　Wick；〃　Smithy　said。　Like　Goin；　seated　beside　him；　Smithy　was　swathed　in　a　couple　of　blankets　and；　like　Otto；　he　still　looked　very　much　under　the　weather。　〃A　lot　can　happen　in　that　time。〃
　〃Wick；　Mr。　Smith？　I　wasn't　thinking　of　Wick。　I　can　be　in　Hammerfest　in　twenty…four　hours。〃
　〃Less；〃　said　Mr。　Stokes。　He　sipped　his　rum；　deliberated　and　made　his　pronouncement。　〃With　the　wind　and　the　sea　on　the　port　quarter　and　a　little　assistance　from　me　in　the　engine　room。　Twenty　hours。〃　He　went　over　his　homework　and　found　it　faultless。　〃Yes；　twenty　hours。〃
　〃You　see？〃　Imrie　transferred　his　piercing　blue　gaze　from　myself　to　Otto。
　〃Twenty　hours。〃
　When　we'd　established　that　there　had　been　no　more　casualties　among　the　crew　Captain　Imrie；　in　what　was　for　him　a　very　peremptory　fashion；　had　summoned　Otto　to　the　saloon　and　Otto　in　turn　had　sent　for　his　three　fellow　directors；　Goin；　Heissman；　and　Stryker。　The　other　director；　Miss　Haynes；　was；　Stryker　had　reported；　very　deeply　asleep　which　was　less　than　surprising　in　view　of　the　sedatives　I'd　prescribed　for　her。　The　Count　had　joined　the　meeting　without　invitation　but　everyone　appeared　to　accept　his　presence　there　as　natural。
　To　say　that　there　was　an　air　of　panic　in　the　saloon　would　have　been　exaggeration；　albeit