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      ‘What sort of enemies?’

      ‘Well—I don’t mean wives.’ He smiled rather foolishly at the cumbrous jest. ‘No, you can deal with wives. Flowers—a theatre—that’s easy! I’m talking of—’ The smile faded. ‘This kind—people who are jealous of you—jealous of your success and your position—jealous of the money you’ve made and the brains and industry you’ve made it by—people who hate you like poison, and will do any sort of God-darn trick to bring you down a bit to their level!’

      His eyes narrowed. For a moment, he almost seemed to forget that he was in the captain’s cabin, and the captain regarded him with increased interest. He had been on the point of ending the interview. It was not to his taste. But now he decided to continue it.

      ‘I see,’ he commented quietly. ‘So you’ve got enemies of that kind?’

      ‘There’s not a successful man in the United States who hasn’t!’

      The statement was delivered in the form of a retort. The captain interpreted it as an attempt to modify the significance which, a moment earlier, had been insisted on, and he was unable to suppress an ironical smile at the awkward manœuvring of his wealthiest passenger. It was child-like in its inconsistency. When a clever millionaire became child-like, there must be some solid reason behind it. Was the reason, in this case, stark terror?

      ‘I’m quite ready to help you if it’s necessary, Mr Holbrooke,’ said the captain; ‘but you haven’t made out your case yet. If your enemies are the sort that every successful American possesses, then every successful American would require the captain of every ship he travelled on to give him special protection. Captains would have a busy time. It seems to me that these enemies of yours must be more malicious than the average. Otherwise, you’d hardly waste my time over them.’

      ‘Well—we’ll say they are?’

      ‘Then may we also say, perhaps, that they have more reason to be?’

      ‘Eh?’

      ‘I merely put the question.’

      ‘Well, suppose you explain the question?’ grunted Mr Holbrooke, with an exclamation of annoyance.

      He did not relish the question. His face grew rather red. The captain’s own face became a trifle sterner.

      ‘Please try and be calm, Mr Holbrooke,’ he said. ‘I really can’t assist you otherwise. What I’ve got to find out is how real this danger you talk of is—’

      ‘It’s real enough!’ interrupted Mr Holbrooke excitedly. ‘Say, do you suppose I’d be here if it weren’t? You English—if you’ll forgive me saying it—want shaking up. You’re so darned slow! You can’t see things that are right before your nose. Now, listen here! Something’s wrong on this ship! Why, there’s even a rumour that a stoker fell in the water before we moved out of dock. Suppose he didn’t fall in the water. Say he was pushed in?’

      Someone knocked on the cabin door. ‘Come in,’ said the captain. A small man entered, in spotless whites. It was Jenks, the captain’s steward. He had light hair, and watery blue eyes, and he looked like Jenks.

      ‘From the third officer, sir,’ he said, saluting.

      He advanced with a note. The captain took it, and read it. He considered for a moment.

      ‘Ask Mr Greene to stand by, Jenks,’ said the captain. ‘I’d like to see him in a few minutes.’

      ‘Very good, sir,’ answered the steward.

      When they were alone again, the captain turned to his visitor.

      ‘Rumours are dangerous things, Mr Holbrooke,’ he remarked. ‘You may remember that, during the early part of the war, there was a rumour of Russians passing through London. Take my advice, and pay no attention to this one. Or, if you must, don’t pass it on with additions from your own imagination. I think, if you don’t mind, we will confine ourselves to facts rather than fancies, and get back to the facts of your own case. You suspect some particular enemy?’

      ‘I didn’t say that.’

      ‘Then I’ll put it another way. Has your successful business been of a kind to produce a special type of enemy?’

      ‘I’m not sure that I rightly understand you.’

      ‘I’m sorry. Perhaps it is time you did. You’ve asked me for special protection, Mr Holbrooke. You have been, if I may say so, unusually—persistent. You’ve asked me to make inquiries and to take precautions that could only be justified in a case of the most extreme urgency. When I ask for reasons, you give me general ones, and you call me slow and short-sighted when I do not organise an elaborate plan for circumventing a shadow. Materialise the shadow for me, and perhaps there will be something I can arrange to hit. But if you don’t materialise the shadow, I can only conclude—’ He paused, and his eyes fell vaguely on the note still in his hand. ‘I can only conclude that you have some special reason for withholding the necessary information.’

      ‘Such as?’ demanded Mr Holbrooke.

      ‘Well—I take it your success has depended on the failures of others?’

      ‘All success does that.’

      ‘Oh, no. Not necessarily.’

      ‘Yes, sir. Necessarily. The pound I make, you lose.’

      The captain bent forward.

      ‘Not, Mr Holbrooke,’ he suggested, ‘if you give me full value for the pound.’

      Mr Holbrooke took it well.

      ‘I see,’ he said. ‘That’s not too bad, captain. You’re not as slow as I took you for. I get you.’ He looked at his well-manicured finger-nails. ‘Well, sir, I expect I’ve made a few people sore.’

      ‘Quite a number, perhaps?’

      ‘Sure thing.’ All at once, as though humanised by the admission, Mr Holbrooke smiled. ‘Business men aren’t saints, and I make no claim to wings. I got some good knocks when I started out. Well, I’ve knocked back. Way of the world, isn’t it? But I’ve never run foul of legislation. Barring Prohibition, of course, and that don’t count.’

      ‘I don’t disbelieve you, Mr Holbrooke,’ answered the captain, and now his tone lost a degree of its coldness. ‘As you say, business is business. But, played in that spirit, it undoubtedly creates enemies—and I expect some of yours have sworn to get even with you?’

      ‘Sworn black and blue,’ nodded Mr Holbrooke. ‘They’ve none of ’em done it yet, but the swearing just goes steadily on! Now, sit right down on your next question, because I guess I know it. Which particular enemies are on this ship? There I’m beaten. I don’t know. There’s too many! But I’ve had more threats lately than I’ve ever had before, and—darn it, sir—I’ve got my daughter on board with me, and I don’t like it!’ He didn’t like admitting it, either. It wounded his pride. ‘Darn it, this is supposed to be a pleasure trip for us!’

      ‘About these threats,’ said the captain. ‘When did the last occur?’

      Mr Holbrooke hesitated, then pulled a small sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to the captain. ‘Found it slipped under my door an hour ago,’ he grunted shortly. ‘This is really what brought me here.’

      The paper bore the words, ‘You’re for it!’

      ‘Does your business touch Chicago?’ asked the captain, after a pause.

      ‘And a few other places in the globe,’ answered Mr Holbrooke.

      But it was easy to see from his expression that the question stayed in his mind.

      The captain waited a few seconds to see whether anything useful materialised from the expression. Nothing did. He rose, and took six slow

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