I Will Fear No Evil Part 42

"Well, we we would, I guess you know that. But how about Jake?" would, I guess you know that. But how about Jake?"

"Well? How about Jake, Gigi? You You tell tell me me."

"Uh, Jake is relaxed with us. But he's a little uptight when you're around, seems like. Joan Eunice, you caught on. Didn't you? Or you wouldn't have braced me for a Quartet."

"I caught on, dear. It's all right right. No huhu."

"I told told Jake I thought you had. He said, Oh, no, impossible, you slept like a log." Jake I thought you had. He said, Oh, no, impossible, you slept like a log."

"I do except that I've reached the point in pregnancy where I sometimes get up to pee. But that wasn't it-Jake could be most anywhere if he's not in bed and I never check on him. What I spotted wasn't proof. Just that a man has a way of looking at a woman he's sure of. And vice versa. Nothing anybody could object to. Just 'not uptight' describes it as well as any. I'm not even mildly jealous of Jake, it simply pleased me. Knowing how sweet you can be for a man-remember, I used to be be a man-" a man-"

"I know. But I don't really believe it."

"I have to believe it and can't ever forget it. Knowing you, I felt smugly pleased for my husband. Tell me, have you made a Three Circle with Jake? Money Hum?"

"Oh, yes, always!"

"Next time-at your studio-it will be a Four Circle. Then our Quartet will harmonize perfectly and no one will ever be uptight again."

"Yes. Yes! Yes!"

"In the meantime you're not going to have to put up with this great big scary ocean even one more night. We won't anchor, I'll have Tom call for a copter-say for right after lunch. It'll put you down at La Jolla International and you'll jet straight home-copter pilot will see to things for you and Tom will have your reservations-and you'll be home and flas.h.i.+ng a pack in your own studio before you can say 'Time Zone.' Feel better?"

"Uh, I feel like a heel but-yes, I do. Oh, golly, Joan, I'm so homesick! homesick!"

"You'll be home today. I'm going to find Tom and have him get things rolling. Then I'll go tell Jake-and tell him why, he'll understand-and relieve him at the wheel, and tell him he can find you in your stateroom. If you have the nerve of a mouse, little alley cat from the big city, you'll bolt the door and tell him good-bye properly. Uh-Troy? Or twosome?"

"Oh. Troy. Of course."

"Then find Joe and tell him. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen. But Gigi-that painting of Eve. I must buy it."

"No, we'll give it to you."

"We settled that long ago. Joe can give me anything else, but not paintings. I must pay for it because I want it to be a present from me to my husband. Now kiss me and run, dear."

The p.u.s.s.y Cat p.u.s.s.y Cat with her sails dowsed rocked gently on a light sea. Fifty feet above her tallest stick a copter hovered while again lowering a pa.s.senger-freight basket. Tom Finchley stood far aft and coached the copter pilot with hand signals. Mr. and Mrs. Branca had already disappeared into the copter cabin, having gone up on the first trip, but their baggage was on the weather deck, waiting to be loaded. with her sails dowsed rocked gently on a light sea. Fifty feet above her tallest stick a copter hovered while again lowering a pa.s.senger-freight basket. Tom Finchley stood far aft and coached the copter pilot with hand signals. Mr. and Mrs. Branca had already disappeared into the copter cabin, having gone up on the first trip, but their baggage was on the weather deck, waiting to be loaded.

There was quite a pile. Joan had urged them to fetch along "everything you could possibly need for a month or longer-for painting especially, as there will be lots of bodies around-and any of them will model. . . or I'll have them lashed to a grating and flogged, then make them walk the plank. Joe darling, you can do big big romantic pix if you wish-pirate scenes with lush victims and leering scoundrels. Fun?" romantic pix if you wish-pirate scenes with lush victims and leering scoundrels. Fun?"

She had sent the invitation by MercServ with tickets and an air-freight order and instructions to MercServ to supply a reader for the message. Joe had taken her literally; he seemed to have cleared out his studio-flood lamps, spots, easels, a heavy roll of canvas, stretchers, cameras, photo equipment and supplies, a.s.sorted impedimenta-and one bag each for clothes and personal articles. Seeing what Joe had fetched, Joan was glad that she had ordered a Brink's to get them to the jetport and was careful today to have one meet them at the far end.

The basket took up a load of baggage, came back for the last. Fred and Della's sixteen-year-old, Hank, an eager but untrained deck hand, were loading, taking turns keeping the basket from spinning while the other placed items in it.

Soon they had it all in but one large case, when a gust of wind disturbed the uneasy balance between copter and surface craft. The basket swung wildly; Fred let go and danced aside while Hank went flat to the deck to keep from being hit by it.

Fred recovered and again braced the basket, now ten feet farther forward. Joan Eunice grabbed the handle of the last case, then used both hands. "Whew! I think Joe packed the anchor in this one."

Jake yelled, "Eunice! Don't lift that! You want to miscarry?" He grabbed it from her, started for the basket. Don't lift that! You want to miscarry?" He grabbed it from her, started for the basket.

Hank was on his feet again. "Here, Captain, I'll get that!"

"Out of my way, son." Jake trudged to the basket, found it too high, got the case into his arms, then up onto one shoulder, placed it carefully inside-and collapsed. Joan rushed to him.

Back aft, Tom Finchley noted when the last item went in, looked up at the copter's pilot and signaled "Hoist away!" and added the hand signal for "That's all-on your way!"

Then he looked down-and started to run.

Joan sat down on the deck, took Jake's head and shoulders to her.

"Jake, Jake darling!" (Eunice! Help me!) Fred said, "I'll get the Doc!" and rushed for a companionway. The boy stood helplessly by. Salomon gave a long bubbling sigh and all his sphincters relaxed. (Eunice! Where is he?) (Boss, I can't find him!) (You've got got to find him! He can't be far.) (What in h.e.l.l?) (Here he is, here he is! to find him! He can't be far.) (What in h.e.l.l?) (Here he is, here he is! Jake! Jake!) (Eunice, what happened? Somebody slammed me in the side of the head with a brick.) (Does it hurt, darling?) (Of course it doesn't hurt, Boss, not now. It can't. can't. Welcome aboard, Melancholy Jacques you lovin' old b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Oh, boy, am I glad to see you!) (Yes, welcome home, darling. My darling. Our darling.) (Eunice?) (No, Welcome aboard, Melancholy Jacques you lovin' old b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Oh, boy, am I glad to see you!) (Yes, welcome home, darling. My darling. Our darling.) (Eunice?) (No, I'm I'm Eunice, Jock. Old c.o.c.ky Jock. That's Joan. Or Johann. Or Boss. No, Joan is 'Boss' only to me; you'd better call her 'Joan.' Look, s.h.i.+pmates, let's get this Troy straight before we get tangled up in our feet. Joan, you call our husband 'Jake' same as always-while I'll call him 'Jock' as I used to. Jock, you call Boss either 'Joan' or 'Johann' as suits you and she's either 'Joan' or 'Boss' to me. And I'm always-'Eunice' to either of you. Got it straight?) Eunice, Jock. Old c.o.c.ky Jock. That's Joan. Or Johann. Or Boss. No, Joan is 'Boss' only to me; you'd better call her 'Joan.' Look, s.h.i.+pmates, let's get this Troy straight before we get tangled up in our feet. Joan, you call our husband 'Jake' same as always-while I'll call him 'Jock' as I used to. Jock, you call Boss either 'Joan' or 'Johann' as suits you and she's either 'Joan' or 'Boss' to me. And I'm always-'Eunice' to either of you. Got it straight?) (I'm confused.) (No huhu, Jock beloved, never any huhu again. You'll get used to it, I did. Joan has to drive while we'll sit back and neck and give advice.Tell him, Joan.) (Yes, Jake. You have us both now. Forever.) (Om Mani Padme Hum.) (Om Mani Padme Hum. Join us, Jake. A Thanksgiving.) (Om Mani Padme Hum!) "Om Mani Padme Hum."

"Joan. Let me have him, dear." Dr. Garcia was bending over her.

She shook her head. "I'll hold him, Roberto." (Boss! Knock off the female kark and let dear Doctor work.) (Yes, Eunice. Hang on tight to Jake.) (Never fear, dear; I shall. Jock, can you see now? Out of Joan's eyes. We're going to move.) (Of course I can see. Who's that ugly old wreck? Me! Me!) (Of course not; that's just something we don't need any longer. Look away, Joan; you're upsetting Jock.) "Fred, take her below. Hank, help him. Tom, I need Winnie. Get her."

Dr. Garcia found Joan in the saloon. She was lying down, a wet cloth over her forehead, with Olga Dabrowski seated by her. Tom Finchley followed the doctor in, his face solemn. The Doctor said nothing, took Joan's wrist, glanced at his watch.

Then he said, "It's bad news, Joan."

"I know, Roberto. He was gone before I came down here. (He's not not gone, Boss. Don't put it that way. Jock is gone, Boss. Don't put it that way. Jock is dead dead, as dead as I am. But not gone gone. Right, Jock?) (I think you're splitting hairs, Lively Legs-) ('Lively Legs!' You haven't called me that in a long long time.) (How about last night?) (You called time.) (How about last night?) (You called Joan Joan that; you didn't call that; you didn't call me me that, not last night.) (Will you two keep quiet? Or at least whisper? I've got to cope.) that, not last night.) (Will you two keep quiet? Or at least whisper? I've got to cope.) (Sorry, Boss. Jock darling, whisper to me very very quietly. Is Joan better at it than I am?) (Eunice, I can still hear you-and you have your tenses mixed.) (Boss darling, there are no tenses in the eternal Now. I asked Jock a question-and he's too chicken to answer.) (I certainly am!) (Oh, well. With my equipment and my coaching, Joan is probably adequate by now. Plus a good start-you won't believe this, Jock, but Boss has the quietly. Is Joan better at it than I am?) (Eunice, I can still hear you-and you have your tenses mixed.) (Boss darling, there are no tenses in the eternal Now. I asked Jock a question-and he's too chicken to answer.) (I certainly am!) (Oh, well. With my equipment and my coaching, Joan is probably adequate by now. Plus a good start-you won't believe this, Jock, but Boss has the dirtiest dirtiest mind. That ladylady act is just an act.) (Twin, quit trying to get my goat. I'm busy, Roberto is worried about us.) (Sorry, twin. I'll be good.) mind. That ladylady act is just an act.) (Twin, quit trying to get my goat. I'm busy, Roberto is worried about us.) (Sorry, twin. I'll be good.) "Eunice, I want to make one thing clear. It would not have made any difference if it had happened ash.o.r.e with all possible life-support at hand. Even with Dr. Hedrick at hand. Oh, we could have kept him alive-as a vegetable. Nothing else."

"Jake never wanted that, Robert; I've heard him say so, emphatically. He never approved of the way I I was kept alive." was kept alive."

"The two cases are a hundred and eighty degrees apart, Joan. Your body was worn out but your brain was in good shape. In Jake's case-well, I gave him that physical before we put to sea; his body was in fine shape, for his age. But I know what the autopsy will show: a ma.s.sive rupture of a large blood vessel in his brain; he died at once. A cerebral 'accident' we call it, because it's unpredictable. If it's any consolation, he didn't suffer."

('Didn't suffer,' eh? Try it, Bob-it felt like a kick in the head by a mule. But you're right, it was just one blow. Not even a headache, afterward.) (About the same for me, Jock darling, when I got it. Boss had a much rougher time, for years years.) (What if I had? It's over now. Darlings, please please keep quiet-we'll talk when they let us alone.) keep quiet-we'll talk when they let us alone.) "Doctor, there will be no autopsy."

"Joan, there should be an autopsy for your peace of mind."

"It won't bring Jake back and he wouldn't like it. As for my 'peace of mind,' I have just one question. Was it . . . too much honeymoon?"

"Oh. No, just too many years. Joan, it wasn't even from lifting that heavy load. Let me explain this sort of 'accident.' It's like a weak spot in an old-fas.h.i.+oned pneumatic tire, worn almost through and ready to blow out-then anything anything can trigger it. Jake could simply have stood up, and keeled over-today, tomorrow, last week. Oh, it can trigger it. Jake could simply have stood up, and keeled over-today, tomorrow, last week. Oh, it can can happen during intercourse, you often hear men say they want to die 'while tearing off one last load.' But it's a horrible experience for the woman involved-and probably isn't a last o.r.g.a.s.m anyhow, more likely he's chopped down just before it. happen during intercourse, you often hear men say they want to die 'while tearing off one last load.' But it's a horrible experience for the woman involved-and probably isn't a last o.r.g.a.s.m anyhow, more likely he's chopped down just before it.

"Far better the way Jake got it, still virile-I a.s.sume-" (You know darn well Jock was 'still virile.' Ask your wife. Ask Gigi. h.e.l.l, ask anybody. anybody.) (Eunice, was my behavior that that blatant?) (Not blatant at all, Jock you lovin' old goat. But news gets around.) "-or I should say 'I know' as I was his physician. Jake was happy and strong and virile-and then he was through, like snipping a film. Don't worry about 'too much honeymoon.' Getting married may have saved Jake years of hopeless senility. Or it may have chopped two weeks off his life as a small price for much happiness. But more likely it blatant?) (Not blatant at all, Jock you lovin' old goat. But news gets around.) "-or I should say 'I know' as I was his physician. Jake was happy and strong and virile-and then he was through, like snipping a film. Don't worry about 'too much honeymoon.' Getting married may have saved Jake years of hopeless senility. Or it may have chopped two weeks off his life as a small price for much happiness. But more likely it extended extended his life; a happy man functions better. Forget it, dear. When my time comes I hope I get it the way Jake got it-quickly, and happy to the end." his life; a happy man functions better. Forget it, dear. When my time comes I hope I get it the way Jake got it-quickly, and happy to the end."

"Then there is no point in an autopsy, Roberto. Will you sign a death certificate?"

"Well . . . when death takes place not in a hospital and not under medical care, it is customary to notify the authorities and-"

"Roberto!"

"Yes, Joan?"

"You're not not going to do that to Jake. Notify going to do that to Jake. Notify whom whom? Somebody in Was.h.i.+ngton? We're in Federal waters, and the coroner of San Diego County has no proper interest in this death. But he'd be likely to try to milk it for publicity, once he finds out who Jake is, who I I am-and I am-and I shan't shan't let that be done with Jake's death. Jake let that be done with Jake's death. Jake was was under medical care- under medical care-yours! You're our s.h.i.+p's surgeon. It might be that you saw him die. Think about it." (Joan, don't ask Bob to lie. It doesn't matter if some coroner has his M.E. chop me up.) (I shan't permit it! Besides, Jake, I'm pregnant. Do you want me to have to go through You're our s.h.i.+p's surgeon. It might be that you saw him die. Think about it." (Joan, don't ask Bob to lie. It doesn't matter if some coroner has his M.E. chop me up.) (I shan't permit it! Besides, Jake, I'm pregnant. Do you want me to have to go through that? that? Crowds and questions and pulling and hauling and sleepless nights?) (Mmm . . . tell him to make it an airtight lie, dear.) (Boss is a stubborn b.i.t.c.h, Jock-but she's usually right.)) Crowds and questions and pulling and hauling and sleepless nights?) (Mmm . . . tell him to make it an airtight lie, dear.) (Boss is a stubborn b.i.t.c.h, Jock-but she's usually right.)) "Hmm-" Dr. Garcia took off his stethoscope, put it aside. "Now that you mention it, there was still some heart action after I reached him. Lacking means to determine the instant of brain failure, I am forced to take cessation of heart action as the moment of death." (That boy would make a good witness, girls-come to think about it, he did did make a good witness at the ident.i.ty hearings.) make a good witness at the ident.i.ty hearings.) "In that case, Doctor, it seems to me that the circ.u.mstances are not open to question-and you may be sure that I will spend any amount of money to keep anyone from turning Jake's death into a circus at any later time. I would like you to certify death and the circ.u.mstances and mail a copy to whatever Federal Federal authority should be notified-when next we touch sh.o.r.e. No copy elsewhere, we have no permanent residence other than this vessel. Oh, mail a copy to Alec Train; he has Jake's will, he'll need one for probate. And be sure to supply Captain Finchley with a duplicate original for the log." authority should be notified-when next we touch sh.o.r.e. No copy elsewhere, we have no permanent residence other than this vessel. Oh, mail a copy to Alec Train; he has Jake's will, he'll need one for probate. And be sure to supply Captain Finchley with a duplicate original for the log."

"All right, Joan, since that's the way you want it. And I agree: Here we have a natural death and there is no point in letting bureaucrats poke around in it. But-right now I want to give you something to make you sleep. Nothing much, just a heavy dose of tranquilizer."

"Roberto, what was my pulse?"

"That's none of a patient's business, Joan."

"It was seventy-two, dead on normal-I counted my heart beats during that thirty seconds from your first glance at your watch until you let go my wrist. I need no tranquilizers."

"Joan, your heart action should be higher than normal-under the circ.u.mstances."

"Then possibly I need a stimulant, not a tranquilizer. Roberto, you sometimes forget-even though you have been through the whole thing with me-that I am not a normal patient. Not a young bride subject to hysteria. Underneath I am a very old man, almost three times your age, dear . . . and I've seen everything and no shock can truly be a shock to me. Death is an old friend; I know him well. I lived with him, ate with him, slept with him; to meet him again does not frighten me-death is as necessary as birth, as happy in its own way."

She smiled. "My pulse is normal because I'm happy-happy that my beloved Jake met death so easily and happily. Oh, I'll go to my cabin and lie down; I usually nap during the heat of the afternoon. But how about Eve?"

"Eh?"

"Have you done anything about her? her? She's young, she's probably never seen death before. She almost certainly needs a tranquilizer-not I." She's young, she's probably never seen death before. She almost certainly needs a tranquilizer-not I."

"Uh . . . Joan, I've been busy. But-Olga. Will you find Winnie and tell her I said that Eve was to have a minimum dose of 'Tranquille'?"

"Yes, Doctor." Mrs. Dabrowski left.

"Now, young lady, I'll take you to the cabin."

"Just a moment, Doctor. Captain, will you get way on with both sails and auxiliary, and make course for the nearest point of the seventy-five-mile limit? I want us to be in international waters before sundown."

"Aye aye, Ma'am. That would be about west by south, maybe basic course two-six-oh. I'll plot it."

"Good. Then pa.s.s the word, quietly, that burial services will be at sundown."

"Joan!"

"Roberto, do you think I would turn Jake Jake over to an over to an undertaker? undertaker? Taxidermists! He wanted to die like his ancestors; I shall bury him like his ancestors-his dear body untouched and returned home before the sun sets." Taxidermists! He wanted to die like his ancestors; I shall bury him like his ancestors-his dear body untouched and returned home before the sun sets."

" 'To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die-' "

Joan paused in her reading. The Sun was an orange-red circle almost touching the horizon. On a grating at the rail, steadied by Fred and the Doctor, Jake's body waited, sewed into canvas, with ballast weights at the feet. (A primitive rite, Johann.) (Jake, if you don't like it, I'll stop.) (Jock, you should be respectful; this is a funeral.) (It's my my funeral, isn't it? Do I have to pull a long face for my own funeral? Johann, I funeral, isn't it? Do I have to pull a long face for my own funeral? Johann, I do do like it. I respect symbols, primitive symbols especially. Thank you for doing this-and thank you most of all for not letting my carca.s.s fall into the hands of licensed ghouls.) (Just wanted to be sure, Jake. I'd better go on; I've marked several more pa.s.sages.) like it. I respect symbols, primitive symbols especially. Thank you for doing this-and thank you most of all for not letting my carca.s.s fall into the hands of licensed ghouls.) (Just wanted to be sure, Jake. I'd better go on; I've marked several more pa.s.sages.) (Go on, Johann. Just don't try to pray me into Heaven.) (I shan't, Jake beloved. We three will face whatever comes, together.) (Right, Boss. Jock knows it.) " 'All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. Who knoweth the spirit of man. . . ?'

" 'Two are better than one. . . . For if they fall, the one will lift up his fellow: but woe to him that is alone when he falleth; for he hath not another to help him up. Again, if two lie together, then they have heat: but how can one be warm alone?' " (Boss, that reminds me. Do we have to sleep alone tonight?) (d.a.m.n it, Eunice, don't you ever ever think of anything else?) (Come off it, Boss. What else is worth thinking about? Stocks, bonds, and other securities? I've been telling Jock about your discovery-that s.e.x is more intense for a woman than for a man. He doesn't believe it. But he's eager to find out.) think of anything else?) (Come off it, Boss. What else is worth thinking about? Stocks, bonds, and other securities? I've been telling Jock about your discovery-that s.e.x is more intense for a woman than for a man. He doesn't believe it. But he's eager to find out.) (Jake, are you that that eager? I intended to show respect for your memory.) (I appreciate the thought, Johann. But you needn't carry it to extremes. I can't see why you should mourn me when I'm still here. Uh, tell me-is it eager? I intended to show respect for your memory.) (I appreciate the thought, Johann. But you needn't carry it to extremes. I can't see why you should mourn me when I'm still here. Uh, tell me-is it really really better?) (Let him judge for himself, Boss-whether it's better to spread Eunice . . . or to better?) (Let him judge for himself, Boss-whether it's better to spread Eunice . . . or to be be Eunice. A more scientific comparison than you have been able to make.) (Quit talking like a kinsey, Eunice. All right, partners; I'll think over the changes. But I'll be d.a.m.ned if I'll make a disgraceful spectacle out of us tonight. Not Eunice. A more scientific comparison than you have been able to make.) (Quit talking like a kinsey, Eunice. All right, partners; I'll think over the changes. But I'll be d.a.m.ned if I'll make a disgraceful spectacle out of us tonight. Not this this night. It's got to be discreet-or no game.) " 'And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a three-fold cord is not quickly broken.' " night. It's got to be discreet-or no game.) " 'And if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a three-fold cord is not quickly broken.' "

(Boss, I like that. This makes up for the funeral I never had. Not even a memorial service.) (But you did have a memorial service, Lively Legs.) (I did? did? Who was there?) (Just me, dear. I hired a little chapel and an organist. I read a couple of poems you used to like. Some flowers. Nothing much.) (Jock, I'm dreadfully touched. Boss! He really Who was there?) (Just me, dear. I hired a little chapel and an organist. I read a couple of poems you used to like. Some flowers. Nothing much.) (Jock, I'm dreadfully touched. Boss! He really does does love me. Doesn't he?) (He does, darling-we both do.) (I wish I'd been there, Jock.) (I didn't know where you love me. Doesn't he?) (He does, darling-we both do.) (I wish I'd been there, Jock.) (I didn't know where you were were, dearest. Maybe just as well, you're not very well behaved at funerals.) (Oh, pooh all over you, you dirty old ghost-n.o.body can hear me.) (Careful whom you call a 'ghost', Lively Legs; it might slop over onto you. Let Joan get through with this and splash it.) " 'Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy might-' '-for thy days are few and they are numbered-' '-man goeth to his long home.' 'The silver cord is loosed, the golden bowl is broken.' From the deep we came, let the body of our brother Jacob now be returned to the deep."

Joan closed the Book; Fred and Dr. Garcia lifted the end of the grating; the body fell into the water, disappeared.

She turned away, handed the Book to Mrs. Dabrowski. "Here, Olga. Thank you."

"Joan, that was beautiful. I don't see how you did it."

"Wipe your eyes, Olga; farewells must never be sad-and Jake was ready to go. I knew my husband well, Olga; I knew what he wanted, it was not hard."

She pressed Olga's hand and turned away. "Winnie! Stop that. Stop it at once. Jake does not want you to cry." (What makes you think so, Johann? I feel flattered by having a lovely little creature like Winifred weep over me.) (Oh, pipe down, Jake. You were the star of the show, now stop taking bows. Talk to Eunice.) Joan took the smaller woman in her arms. "You mustn't, Winnie. Really you mustn't. Think of your baby."

Winnie bawled against her shoulder. "Joan, don't you miss him at all?"

"But, darling, how can I miss Jake when he has never left me? The Jewel is still still in the Lotus, and always will be. Eternal Now." in the Lotus, and always will be. Eternal Now."

"I guess so-but I just can't stand stand it!" it!"

(Dear Doctor, maybe? He'll be giving Winnie a sleeping pill, surest thing.) (Not Roberto, Eunice. Under his aggressive atheism he's got a touch of what he was brought up on, he'd be shocked. Some other night.) "Roberto, you had better take care of Winnie."

"I will-but are you you all right?" all right?"

"You know I am. I have a prescription for you, however."

"All right. It won't hurt you to take a real knocker-outer tonight. Say phen.o.barb."

"Let's not not say 'phen.o.barb.' My prescription is for Winnie. Get her to eat something. Then sit with her and recite the Money Hum for at least a half hour. Then take her to bed and hold her in your arms and let her sleep. And say 'phen.o.barb.' My prescription is for Winnie. Get her to eat something. Then sit with her and recite the Money Hum for at least a half hour. Then take her to bed and hold her in your arms and let her sleep. And you you sleep, sir; you've had a rough day, too." sleep, sir; you've had a rough day, too."

"All right. Do you want to join us in saying them? We could come to the cabin-then you could go straight to bed. I've learned that it's better than barbiturates."

"Doctor, if you wish, you may come to my cabin at nine o'clock tomorrow morning-and kick me out of bed if I'm not up. But I will be. Don't go there any sooner than that. Tonight I shall recite that hypnotic prayer. With Jake. He'll be able to hear me . . . whether you think so or not."

"Joan, I have no wish to attack anyone's faith."

"You haven't, dear. I appreciate your solicitude. When I need it, I will draw on it-freely. But now you take care of Winnie." (Boss, how about Fred? No one to dodge. Jock, you'll be right in the middle. Lucky Adolf. But Fred won't know it.) (Eunice, you're out of your pointy little head. We almost scared Fred to death once before, just by being us. us. Before we got him gentled. Look at him, he's worse off than Winnie. With n.o.body to console him. But Before we got him gentled. Look at him, he's worse off than Winnie. With n.o.body to console him. But we we can't console him, not this night.) can't console him, not this night.) "Captain."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Let's bust up this wake. People should not stand around moping. Meal hours have become disorganized; can Hester throw together some cold supper quickly? Perhaps with volunteer help? I'd volunteer but I have something to do." (Oho! The Tom Cat. Jock, this is going to be fun.) (Lively Legs, is there a man in this vessel you gals haven't spread for?) (Oh, sure, Jock honey. Hank. He's got his eye on Eve and thinks we're an old hag. And now that her Uncle Jock has left her, Eve might trip him.) (Now that I'm dead, I regret having resisted that delicious little jailbait. Wouldn't have cost me more than a million to buy my way out of trouble-and I had a rich wife.) (If you two lechers will shut up a moment, I'll set you straight about something. Not Not Thomas Cattus. Certainly not before the midwatch and could be later with this wind against us. Captain Tom Finchley is going to be busy skippering.) "Captain, I want you to get way on and set basic course for San Clemente Island anchorage." Thomas Cattus. Certainly not before the midwatch and could be later with this wind against us. Captain Tom Finchley is going to be busy skippering.) "Captain, I want you to get way on and set basic course for San Clemente Island anchorage."

"Yes, Ma'am." He trailed after her, and added softly, "I better start calling you you 'Captain' now. Set an example." 'Captain' now. Set an example."

She stopped. They were sufficiently alone that she could speak privately by lowering her voice. "Tom Cat."

"Yes?"

"Don't call me 'Captain'-you are Captain until I've pa.s.sed my tests. Then we'll see. And don't call me 'Ma'am.' I'm either 'Mrs. Salomon' or 'Joan,' depending on the company, just as before. But in private I'm still your 'p.u.s.s.y Cat'. I hope I am." are Captain until I've pa.s.sed my tests. Then we'll see. And don't call me 'Ma'am.' I'm either 'Mrs. Salomon' or 'Joan,' depending on the company, just as before. But in private I'm still your 'p.u.s.s.y Cat'. I hope I am."

"Well . . . okay."

"Let's hear you say it."