“Ada-” Robert began.
“Now,” she said, giving him a look that would have sent an emperor running. It was more than enough for Captain Dolman. For several long minutes, it seemed that Robert would refuse to obey.
“I’ll be all right,” Sarah said. His frustration evident, Robert finally followed Dolman’s lead.
But in the meantime, Sarah had given some thoughts to the events of the day, and when the door closed behind Robert, she asked, “Where is Senator Hastings?”
“How should I know?”
“You know. Why did you invite him?”
“He practically invited himself.”
“I don’t believe that. He’s not running in your congressional district; he’s not your state senator. And he is certainly not the type of person you would back in either race.”
“Whom I invite to my own birthday party-”
“A party on a ship where, according to Robert, your first husband was murdered-”
“Robert will have to learn to keep quiet. Although I daresay you might receive more of his confidences than anyone else would.”
“I should hope so. I’m his cousin.”
“He doesn’t think of you in that way, Sarah. I can guarantee you that much. And that is not to say that he doesn’t want to be related to you.”
Blushing, Sarah said, “Don’t try to change the subject, you wily old woman.”
Ada smiled, but didn’t reply.
“You invited two men I’ve never heard you mention before, and you were with both of them before the festivities began. One of them disappeared not long after the party started. The other man hasn’t been three feet from your side all night; you have a funny little caricature of him drawn by your late husband.”
“What you think you’re getting at, I’m sure I don’t know,” Ada said.
“I think you were getting at something-or rather, someone tonight, Grandmother. Maybe it’s too late for justice-legal justice. But you’ve arranged for revenge, haven’t you?”
Ada said nothing. She moved to the porthole, looked out at the harbor.
“Grandmother, you can trust me. I-I may not be family, but I love you as much as-”
“Don’t talk nonsense!” Ada said, her voice quavering. “Of course you’re my family. I don’t want you to come to any harm, don’t you see? And you wouldn’t like this particular brand of revenge.”
Sarah took a deep breath, and said, “Have you murdered a state senator, Grandmother?”
Ada turned to look at her. “You think I’m capable of that?”
“No,” Sarah answered.
“Thank God for that, at least.”
“Well, if you haven’t killed him-” She looked around the room, an idea suddenly occurring to her. Horrified, she said, “Grandmother-the trunk! You’ve locked him in the trunk!”
“Yes,” Ada said.
“Where is it? Where’s the trunk?”
“Sarah-”
“It’s in Robert’s room, isn’t it? That’s why Robert had the other key to your room-you didn’t give it to him, he already had it.” Her eyes went back to the carpet. “The wheel marks-that’s what made them. Oh, Grandmother! It isn’t right.”
“Where are you going?” Ada asked in alarm, as Sarah hurried toward the door.
Sarah didn’t answer.
She could hear the phone in his room ringing, even before she got to the door. It was quiet on the ship now; most of the guests had turned in for the night.
When he answered the door, she said, “I don’t care what Grandmother said to you just now-”
“Come inside,” he said, glancing up and down the passageway.
Once the door was closed behind her, he said, “She only wants to protect you, Sarah. I’m in too deep now, but you don’t have to be involved. It would be better if-”
“Remember that painting?” she interrupted. “The one of the dancers, in the Observation Bar?”
He nodded.
“I don’t want to be an outsider, Robert. We’re all in this together. Please, Robert-”
“All right,” he said, “but Sarah-”
She heard a muffled thumping sound, and pushed past Robert into the bedroom.
The trunk lay near the foot of the bed. She heard the thumping sound again. Her face pale, she turned to Robert and said, “Let him out!”
“In a moment, when Grandmother and Captain Dolman arrive.”
But images from her own nightmares surrounded her, and when she heard the thumping again, she turned to Robert with such a look of horror on her face that he relented, and began unfastening the trunk’s latches.
As he lifted the lid, she saw that Hastings was bound and gagged. His face bore an expression that quickly passed from relief to anger.
“Wait in the other room,” Robert said. “I’ll bring him out.”
A few moments later, an irate Archer Hastings was led to a chair in the sitting room.
“You’re out of that box thanks to Sarah,” Robert said. “But if you raise a ruckus of any kind, you’ll go right back into it.”
Sarah saw the fear in Hastings’s eyes.
“The trunk is custom made, isn’t it?” she said to Robert. “It’s built to be the same size as a soldier’s berth on the ship.”
“Yes.”
There was a knock at the door, and in another moment, Ada and Dolman had joined them.
Hastings glared angrily at Ada.
“You’d like to see me arrested, wouldn’t you?” Ada said to him.
He nodded vigorously.
“The feeling is mutual.” She turned to her granddaughter. “Do you know how Elliot died?”
Sarah shook her head.
“Tell me, Sarah, was the Queen Mary air conditioned?”
“Not all of it-not until later years, after the war.”
“And before the war?”
“Not on all decks. It wasn’t necessary. The ship was built for travel on the North Atlantic. The electric fireplaces in the first class cabins-”
“Never mind the fireplaces,” Ada said. “You just made an important point. The ship was built for North Atlantic crossings.”
“You knew that, didn’t you, Mr. Hastings?” Robert said.
Hastings made an angry sound behind the gag.
“Oh, pardon me. I’ll remove the gag, but I’ll expect you to keep your voice at a conversational level. If you don’t-” He nodded toward Captain Dolman, who held a gun aimed at Hastings. “I’m afraid Captain Dolman, who is an excellent shot, will be allowed to fulfill his fondest wish.”
“Now see here,” Hastings said as the gag was removed, “I’ve heard for years about Ada Milington’s crazy parties, but this is too much! Let me go now, and we can forget this ever happened.”
“As you’ve forgotten what happened to those men you murdered?” Ada asked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Sarah,” Ada said. “How many standee berths were placed in the cabin class swimming pool?”
“One hundred and ten,” she answered promptly. “Was that where Elliot was assigned while on the ship?”
“Yes,” Dolman answered. “My unit was sent to that hellhole.”
“It was crowded for everybody!” Hastings said. “There was a war on, remember? We needed to get troops to Europe and the Pacific.”
“And that was your responsibility,” Robert said.
“Yes, of course it was. I made this ship ten times more efficient for the transporting of troops.”
“The numbers got bigger and bigger, thanks to you.”
“That’s right. That’s why you didn’t grow up speaking German or Japanese, sonny boy.”
“I fought against them,” Dolman said, “but they were the enemy then, and the war was on. But you weren’t supposed to be our enemy, Hastings. Troops weren’t supposed to die because of you.”
“You’re insane! All of you! I worked at a desk job! I didn’t kill anybody. Sarah-” he pleaded, turning to the one person who seemed inclined to show him mercy.
But Sarah had been thinking about the questions that had been asked so far. “The ship has no portholes in the pool area,” she said, frowning. “The room is completely enclosed. During the war, the pool was drained, but that would mean that the temporary berths were positioned…” She looked at Robert.