‘Who’s the other guy at the table?’ I had a pretty good idea. He resembled all the lean, lined heroes of western films and his dinner jacket didn’t fit quite right.
Sweet rolled his eyes. ‘Bright and I have dubbed him The Bodyguard.’
‘How clever of you,’ I said.
By the time we had finished (five courses, not six), Sweet had identified some of the other passengers for me, and supplied capsule biographies for many of them. The blonde in the tight corset was a Mrs Umphenour from Memphis (Tennessee, not Egypt), who had taken the cruise to console herself for the death of her third husband. The misanthropic reader alone at a nearby table was a German surgeon who specialized in urology. What he was doing on the cruise Sweet could not imagine; he was not a friendly person and he appeared to be only mildly interested in Egyptology.
I sincerely hoped he was not interested in medieval Islamic art.
Jen had eaten her way through all five courses and was looking a trifle bloated by the time we prepared to return to the lounge for coffee and after-dinner drinks. Sweet announced he and Bright would have to deny themselves that pleasure, since the group was to leave for a shore tour at seven the next morning. ‘You young ladies can do without sleep,’ he said, with a gallant bow, ‘but if Bright and I don’t get our eight hours we are good for nothing.’
Bright nodded and smiled. He hadn’t said a word.
Jen took me by the arm. I winced. John had mentioned that his mother was a dedicated gardener; I had no idea that form of exercise could develop such formidable muscles. I don’t like being manhandled, even by women, so I said, ‘I’m a little tired myself. I think I’ll skip the coffee.’
‘But it’s included,’ Jen exclaimed.
Bright and Sweet had faded away. I was on my own. I let her tow me towards the stairs. Not until she had settled us at a table and waved imperiously at a passing waiter did I remember I had an excuse to escape.
‘I’m going out on deck to have a cigarette,’ I announced, rising.
Again that imperative hand closed over my arm. ‘No need for that, my dear. We’ll move to the smoking section. You should have told me. Waiter!’
‘But you don’t – ’
‘I do indulge occasionally. My son smokes,’ Jen said, as if that were justification for any evil habit. (Any evil habit?)
The sinners had gathered in a railed-off area near the open doors. Among them, I was surprised to see Mr Blenkiron. His secretary was not with him, but he was surrounded by Mrs Umphenour and her fur coat. It was the biggest damned coat I’ve ever seen, some sort of long, silky white fur I couldn’t identify in the dim light; she had tossed it over her shoulders and it appeared to be eating Blenkiron.
Jen dragged me to a table as far from the pair as she could get. ‘Disgusting,’ she muttered. ‘Her husband not dead a month and she’s already looking for number four.’
I took out a cigarette. I supposed I had to smoke the damned thing.
Jen accepted one when I offered it. She also had brandy (included). She was decidedly glassy-eyed by the time. the newlyweds turned up. They must have been strolling the deck. Mary’s hair was bewitchingly windblown.
‘Still at it?’ John inquired of his mother, as the waiter delivered another glass of brandy.
Jen giggled. ‘Darling, you’re such a tease. What will you and Mary have? It’s all – ’
‘Included,’ John finished. He held a chair for Mary but remained standing, an inimical eye on his maternal parent. ‘The doctor warned you about your spastic colon.’
‘Delicate stomach,’ Jen corrected.
‘You’d better take some of that ghastly medicine,’ her son said resignedly. ‘I watched you at dinner. You were shovelling it in like a stevedore.’
‘Darling,’ Mary said. ‘Aren’t you being a little rude?’
‘He’s just teasing,’ Jen explained, rummaging in her bag. ‘And taking good care of his old mum. I will take a dose, right this minute. I brought the bottle . . . I thought I had . . . Oh, never mind, it can wait. I feel quite well.’
‘I’ll get it,’ John said. ‘Give me your key.’
She handed it over and he left. He hadn’t acknowledged my presence except by a brusque nod.
‘He’s so thoughtful,’ Jen murmured.
‘What does your son do for a living, Mrs Tregarth?’ I asked.
Mary gave me an odd look. The question had been somewhat abrupt, but Jen was in no condition to notice nuances, and John was obviously her favourite topic of conversation.
‘Why, my dear, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of him, since his line of work is so closely related to yours.’
I inhaled involuntarily and burst into a fit of coughing. Jen slapped me on the back and went on, ‘He began in a modest way – a little shop in Truro – but his business has expanded at such a rapid rate that he has just opened an establishment in London. I am informed that he is regarded as one of the most reputable authorities in all of England.’
‘Don’t tell me,’ I wheezed. ‘Let me guess. Antiques?’
‘And works of art.’
‘Of course.’ Gasping for breath, I covered my face with my hands.
‘There’s plenty of this revolting stuff to go round,’ said John. ‘Would you care for a nip?’
I fumbled for a napkin and looked up. He stood over me, one eyebrow elevated, both lips curling.
‘Darling,’ Mary said reproachfully.
‘It’s all right. I just inhaled the wrong way.’ I wiped my eyes.
John handed his mother a bottle filled with a virulent pink liquid. ‘Here you go, old girl. Would you care to try one of my cigarettes, Dr – er – Bliss, isn’t it? Yours appear to be a trifle too strong.’
II
By the end of the evening I had managed to meet most of the other passengers. Jen had been guilty of unkind exaggeration when she described them as senile, but ‘elderly’ wouldn’t have been inaccurate; the majority of them had to be at least seventy.
One of the exceptions was Suzi Umphenour, the bleached blonde from Memphis (Tennessee). I hadn’t expected to like her, but I did, perhaps because she cheerfully admitted that she had joined the cruise only because it was hideously expensive and very exclusive. ‘All my friends in Memphis were green with envy,’ she had declared with naive satisfaction.
‘Then you aren’t interested in Egyptology?’
She emitted a fat chuckle and grinned, displaying an expanse of expensively capped teeth. ‘I’m interested in men, honey. Young men. All my husbands were old and boring. I figure now I’m entitled to a little fun. There aren’t as many cute guys on this trip as I’d hoped, but some of the Egyptian boys are kind of sweet, don’t you think?’
I agreed that they were, and left Suzi closing in on Feisal.
By the time I got back to my room I was tired enough to die, but I knew I was too uptight to sleep, so I went out onto the balcony. The lights of the city glowed like jewels against the dark – diamond white, ruby and emerald and sapphire. The night breeze was cool, and if it was polluted – there was no ‘if’ about it, in fact – I didn’t notice.
The worst was over, I told myself. I hadn’t lost my temper or my dignity, and there was no danger of my doing so now – not when I had him dead to rights, under my thumb and in my power.
I had replaced the tiny tape reel in my gold locket, but the old tape was still on the table. It was supposed to be in the little safe under the dressing table.
Every suite had such a safe – not an ordinary lockbox, but specially designed safe with a specially designed key that could not be reproduced by an ordinary locksmith. I’d heard of luxury hotels that provided such a service, but never a cruise ship. However, this was a special ship in every way, and people who were rich enough to take the cruise probably expected such amenities.