Using a dirty pillowcase, I stuffed in the Turkish lira. I put the stungun in the impromptu bag.
Turning to the door, I saw that the captain was still at the rail outside.
"I will pay you," I said, "when you have a boat in the water and have given orders for me to be rowed to the beach. Then you can have this." I hefted the pillowcase of money and then, with a handful, showed him what it contained.
The fool barked his orders. A rubber inflatable with an outboard was put over the side. Two crewmen got into it.
I beckoned the captain into the cabin. This captain and crew knew what I looked like. They would probably call the nearest Greek police. Even if there was no extradition treaty for adultery between Greece and Turkey, I could take no chances. This captain and crew might tell the women when they came to question them. I had to cover my trail. Besides, there was no use in throwing away money that could be converted back to dollars.
I edged around to the door so that I was closer to it than the captain. I closed it behind me as I held out the sack.
"There is something extra in it," I said. I reached in as though to take it out and show him.
He smiled broadly.
My hand closed around the stungun butt.
I shot him through the pillowcase.
The dull thud of the stungun was followed by the slap of the charge and then by the clatter as he fell into the bunk, knocked out.
My hands expertly went through his pockets. I found the thirty thousand under his belt. I put it back where it belonged: under mine.
I emptied the pillowcase and stuffed the rest of the money into the inside pockets of my cloak.
I set a half-hour delay on the plunger of a time bomb, put it under the mattress and pushed the thumb plate.
I picked up my grip. There was nothing here that I wanted now. I certainly did not want that awful fish bucket!
Stepping on deck, I closed the door behind me.
Two crewmen were in the inflatable. Others were standing at the rail. I went over to them.
I said, "He's counting the money. You men probably won't see much of it, and I so appreciate your trip that here's a gift."
I tossed a handful of lira into the group.
Madly they batted at the floating bills, trying to get them down.
The stungun was on broad beam. I fired rapidly.
They fell.
The two men in the boat tried to spring up. I shot them. They fell into the water.
From the deck, I picked up the bills I had thrown and put them under my belt.
I put my suitcase in the inflatable. I stepped down into it. I cast it off.
The outboard motor was some kind of a Balkan comedy of levers and corroded bars. I tried to start it. I pulled the cord and pulled the cord and pulled the cord again. Nothing happened! It would not even cough!
The inflatable was drifting away from the dark bulk of the ship.
Suddenly there was a bustle aboard.
The engineers! I had forgotten there would be engineers below!
Swearing, Turkish and lurid, came from the ship.
Silhouetted in the moonlight, I saw a man with a rifle at the rail!
A bullet knifed a phosphorescent path in the water to my right. The explosion of the fired gun buffeted me.
I drew the stungun. I shot. It was on broad beam. It would not reach that range!
Another shot from the ship!
No phosphorescent path!
A sigh of escaping air!
The inflatable had been hit!
I threw the stungun lever to narrow beam. I aimed.
The rifle went off again!
I fired.
The man on the deck dropped.
Another one was trying to grab the rifle.
I aimed and fired again!
The other one dropped.
The inflatable was sinking!
I looked wildly for a paddle. None!
Hastily, I flung myself down in the bow of the collapsing craft. I dog-paddled in the water madly, getting back to the ship.
I caught a trailing line.
I started to get aboard the ship. I remembered my suitcase, stumbled back and grabbed it. I lost the line. I sprang with all my might and caught it again. I climbed up onto the deck. I looked back. The inflatable completed its sinking.
The bomb! I had to get off this ship fast!
There was a rowboat in the waist of the ship. I cut its lashings and began to inch it to the rail. I got it there.
I looked about for oars. All I could find was the rifle.
I pushed the boat over the rail. I dropped the suitcase and the rifle in. I got in. I shoved myself away. That ship was going to explode!
Using the rifle stock for a paddle, I headed toward the beach. So slow, so slow! The boat behaved like a crazed thing. It went to the right and it went to the left. I had to switch paddling sides continually.
Foot by floundering foot, the rifle splashing wet and cold, I crawled at far too slow a pace toward the beach.
Each time I looked at it, the beach seemed to be no nearer. A crosscurrent seemed to be taking me parallel to the shore.
I valiantly redoubled my efforts. At last, progress! The beach was coming nearer.
Suddenly the whole sky behind me went orange!
Flame shot up a hundred feet in the black night!
BOOM!
The concussion hit me.
I thought I was all right.
Then the rowboat began to rise in the air!
A tidal wave!
The crest was breaking!
On the shoreward side of it, the rowboat and I plummeted toward the beach!
What speed!
Fast as a racing car rushing through the foam-white night!
Rocks were ahead! They came like speeding blobs of black straight at me!
Over the tops of them I went.
The rushing roar of water ended suddenly with a splintering crash!
I was stunned by the impact.
I did not know what had happened.
The water was going away but the rowboat and I weren't.
I was high up on a strip of beach. I was sitting in the shattered wreck of a rowboat which no longer had a bottom and only splinters for sides.
I looked back at the inky sea. I was through with it. No more sea for me! One more black mark against Heller!
A voice said, "Are you from that exploded boat out there?"
He was a very old man. He had two dogs with him. He was peering at me in the thin moonlight.
Tragedy. My landing had been observed. My trail was not covered.
But I masked it. I said, "Where am I?"
"The island," he said.
Oh, treachery. I knew I never should have trusted that villainous captain. He had not landed me on the mainland as agreed, but upon an island.
Then a new horror hit me. The old man had spoken in Turkish! I do not speak Greek!
Oh, Gods, the women would find me yet. And the Prophet still must be sitting in the clouds above, ready to stone the Hells out of me.
I'd better make the best of this and find out which way to run. "What island?" I said.
"Limnos," said the old man.
I was too shaky on geography to be sure, but I had never heard of such an island as being part of Turkey. It didn't sound Turkish. My hope was dim but I asked, "What country?"
"Greece," he said.
"Then why are you talking Turkish?" I snapped at him.
He picked up a piece of the rowboat. Despite the paleness of the moon, one could clearly read Sand. "This and your clothing." He pointed east. "Turkey is over there only twenty-five miles and my wife came from there."
He didn't fool me. He was just trying to detain me until he could call the police. If his wife was Turkish, she would know all about it. Women stick close together. And they are very treacherous.
"You better come up to my hut," he said. "Then I can call somebody to get you."
I played it very cunning.
He saw my grip and picked it up and started to walk up the beach, beckoning me to follow. He was, of course, going to lead me into a trap. I followed him, knowing what I would do.
The two dogs kept sniffing at me. I knew that they had spotted who I was. I had to include them in my plans.
The hut was a very mean hut. There were some other buildings around. They all seemed deserted.