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"I've a rather curious item of news for you, sir -- sorry, no 'sir '. Did the corporal tell you?"

"He told me nothing. He only came into the aftercastle a couple of minutes ago. What is it?"

"It appears that this wasn't the only ship in the Singapore roads tonight. While we were coming out to the Kerry Dancer with the first boatload, it seems that another motor-boat came in and tied up less than a quarter of a mile away. A British crew."

"Well, I'll be damned!" Farnholme whistled softly in the darkness. "Who were they? What the hell were they doing there anyway? And who saw them?"

"Corporal Fraser and one of my own men. They heard the engine of the motor-boat -- we never heard it, obviously, because the sound of our own drowned it -- and went across to investigate. Only two men in it, both armed with rifles The only man who spoke was a Highlander -- chap from the Western Isles, Fraser says, and he'd know. Very uncommunicative indeed, Fraser says, although he asked plenty or questions himself. Then Fraser heard the Kerry Dancer's boat coming back, and they had to go, He thinks one of the men followed him, but he can't be sure."

"'Curious' is hardly the word to describe it, Lieutenant." Farnholme bit his lower lip thoughtfully and stared out to sea. "And Fraser has no idea where they came from, or what kind of ship they had or where they were going?"

"He knows nothing," Parker said positively. "They might have come straight from the moon for all Fraser knows."

They talked about it for a few minutes, then Farnholme dismissed the matter.

"No good talking about it, Parker, so let's forget it. It's over and done with and no harm to anyone -- we got clear away, which is all that matters." Deliberately he changed the subject. "Got everything organised?"

"Yes, more or less. Siran's going to co-operate, no doubt about that -- his own neck's at stake just as much as ours and he's fully aware of it. The bomb or torpedo that gets us isn't very likely to miss him. I've a man watching him, one watching the quarter-master and one keeping an eye on the duty engineer. Most of the rest of my men are asleep in the fo'c'sle -- and heaven knows they need all the sleep they can get. I've got four of them asleep in the midships cabin -- very handy in emergency."

"Good, good." Farnholme nodded his head in approval. "And the two Chinese nurses and the elderly Malayan one?" "Also in one of the midships cabins. They're pretty sick and dazed, all three of them." "And Van Effen?"

"Asleep on deck, under a boat. Just outside the wheel-house, not ten feet from the captain." Parker grinned. "He's no longer mad at you, but his knife is still pretty deep in Siran. It seemed a good place to have Van Effen sleep. A reliable sort of chap."

"He's all of that. How about food?" "Lousy, but plenty of it. Enough for a week or ten days." "I hope we get the chance to eat it all," Farnholme said grimly. "One more thing. Have you impressed on everyone, especially Siran, that I'm now pretty small beer around these parts and that there's only one man that matters -- yourself?" "I don't think you're as well thought of as you were previously," Parker said modestly.

"Excellent." Unconsciously, almost, Farnholme touched the belt under his shirt. "But don't overdo it -- just ignore me whenever possible. By the way, there's something you can do for me on your way for'ard. You know the radio shack?" "Behind the wheelhouse? Yes, I've seen it." "The operator, Willie Loon or something like that, sleeps in it. I think he's a pretty decent sort of lad -- God knows what he's doing aboard this floating coffin -- but I don't want to approach him myself. Find out from him what his set's transmitting radius is and let me know before dawn. I'll probably have a call to make round about that time."

"Yes, sir." Parker hesitated, made to speak, then changed his mind about the question he had been going to ask. "No time like the present. I'll go and find out now. Good