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"Then what did you do?"
"We went to di
"Did he say why?"
"No, but I gathered it was something about Grieb keeping all the books and the cash. Duncan wanted to serve the papers when the cash was all on the tables and have me go around and make some sort of an inventory, I think."
"Did you have any authority to do that?" Mason asked.
"No, not unless Grieb consented to it, but that would have been the smart thing for Grieb to do."
Mason stepped to the porthole and casually tossed out the wad of gum he had been chewing. "Well, let's go out and see what's happening. Duncan's going to have a job on his hands with these people if he isn't careful. It'll be an hour or so before the officers can get out here."
"When you come right down to it," Perkins said, "this ship's on the high seas, and no one's got any authority here except a representative of the United States Marshal's office."
"Or the Captain," Mason suggested.
"Well, yes, the Captain's entitled to give orders. I suppose they have someone here who rates as a captain, but of course he's just a figurehead. Duncan and Grieb are the big shots. Now Grieb's dead, Duncan's the whole squeeze."
"Yes," Mason said, "and if you wanted to be cold-blooded about it, you could say that Grieb's death hadn't been the worst thing in the world for Charlie Duncan."
"Uh-huh," Perkins grunted noncommittally.
Mason went on, "Duncan, as the surviving partner, will have the job of winding up the partnership affairs. You know, Perkins, if I were you, seeing you have sort of an official status here, I'd stick around to make certain Duncan didn't go back into that room, perhaps long enough to open the vault and start prowling around. You know Ma
Perkins nodded. "I guess that's not a bad idea. The officers may figure I should take charge. I'm a deputy United States Marshal. Thanks for helping me out of a mean situation, Mason. If you'd wanted to be tough about being searched, it would have put me in an awful spot. As an officer, I'd have hated to watch you walk out of that room without being searched, but I'd hate like hell to have had to make a search without a warrant, you being a lawyer and all that."
Mason said, "Don't mention it, Perkins. You know your business, but I really think the place for you is keeping an eye on Ma
CHAPTER 6
MASON LOOKED over the crowd which milled around the gambling tables. He made certain Sylvia Oxman was not at any of those tables, nor did he see the detective Paul Drake had delegated to shadow her.
He left the gambling salon for the fog-swept moisture of the decks. A little knot of people were grouped about the raised boat landing. A man standing out near the end was pounding on a rivet which held the grated landing stage. One of the group asked irritably, "How much longer is it going to be?"
Jimmy, the bartender, his white apron removed, a gold braided cap pulled low on his forehead, said in the soothing voice of a man who has learned his diplomacy dealing with drunks across a mahogany bar, "It won't be long now. We've got to get these rivets tightened up so they'll be safe. After all, you know, safety first. When we once get it fixed, it'll only take a minute to lower it and get you people started ashore. There are four speed boats working tonight, and they'll all be hanging around ready to unload, fill up and get going… Why don't you folks go back inside where it's warm? We'll call you just as soon as the landing's fixed."
The man with the irritable voice said, "How do we know this isn't a stall to keep us from leaving the ship with our wi
"Aw, go on back in the bar and buy yourself a drink with some of your wi
There was a chorus of laughter.
Mason mingled with the crowd. Sylvia Oxman was nowhere in sight. He stood at the rail and stared into the foggy darkness. He could see the dim outlines of red and green lights where two of the speed boats were standing by. The sounds of laughter and joking comments which drifted up from these speed boats showed that the passengers were inclined to take the whole thing as a lark, taking advantage of the informality of the occasion to get acquainted with the unescorted women who had journeyed out to try their luck aboard the craft.
Mason re-entered the lighted interior and went to the bar. A feminine voice said, "How do you do, Mr. Mason."
He turned to meet the whimsical challenge of Matilda Benson's gray eyes.
She seemed hardly more than in her late fifties, the low-cut evening gown showing the firm-fleshed, rounded contours of her throat, bosom and shoulders. Her snow-white hair was swept back from her head in a boyish bob. Her gown sparkled with silver, which glittered in the light as she moved, matching the sheen of her hair.
"Well," she asked, "are you going to buy me a drink? I presume you've already attended to your business."
Mason glanced swiftly about him. A young man had taken Jimmy's place behind the bar and was toiling frantically, trying to keep up with the suddenly increased demands for drinks. His hands were flying from the bottles behind the bar to the keys of the cash register. Several of the persons seated at the bar were attired in hats and coats, waiting for the landing-stage to be fixed. They seemed to be entirely engrossed with their own affairs. There was none of that hushed tension which would grip the people when they realized a murder had been committed.
"Come over here," he invited, "and sit down. I want to talk with you."
"Why so grim?" she asked, laughing. "Don't tell me they've got your goat. I saw a man in a gray suit ru
Mason said, "Lower your voice. Here, sit down at this table."
"You'll have to go to the bar if you want to get anything," she said. "I never saw such poor service. The bartender's away, and the man who was waiting on tables has had to take his place behind the bar, and…"
"We don't want service," Mason said, "we want to talk. This is a good place. All the others are crowding around the bar. Now, how long have you been here?"
"Quite a little while," she said chuckling. "I was here before you came aboard. I knew this was a pretty tough place and I thought I'd be on hand in case you needed reinforcements."
"Did you see Sam Grieb?"
"No."
Mason stared steadily at her and said, "Did you see anyone whom you knew?"
"Why?"
"Never mind why," Mason said, "go ahead and answer the question. Did you see anyone whom you knew?"
She said slowly, "Frank Oxman came out, but he didn't see me, and he didn't stay."
"How do you know he didn't see you?"
"Because I saw him first and took good care to keep out of his way."
"How long after you came here did he arrive?"
"About an hour and a half. I had di
"Who else did you see?" Mason asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Go on," Mason told her.
"Why are you asking me these questions?"
"Because it's important."
"No one," she said, staring steadily at him.