Was that coincidence? Or had the thieves taken advantage of a new and slacker regime, a commander who was ignorant of a great deal of their names and habits, their connections with one another, their methods and tricks? A commander who also did not know his own men and whose men in turn had little confidence in him?

Then a darker and even uglier thought forced itself into his mind. Were Durban's figures a good deal less than accurate? Was it possible that for his own reasons he had altered them, either to hide the true degree of crime or-a thought that was even more painful-because the accusers were right and the police were pocketing some of the takings themselves?

No. He refused to think that. Durban would not have stolen. Monk had known Durban only briefly and had not only admired him but liked him as a friend and companion. But who knew what other friends he had, or enemies, what debts paid and unpaid?

He realized with surprise that he intended to protect Durban-from Farnham, from whoever it was that accused them of corruption, even from Orme if necessary. It was not a matter of paying his own debt; it was simply out of friendship.

How to build such a defense was a great deal more difficult. He sat looking through the figures of recent crime again, reading and rereading them, trying to see a pattern in order to understand what had changed. Half an hour later he was forced to accept that he did not know any more than when he had begun.

He could not afford the luxury of pride and would have to ask one of his men. He sent for Orme. Confiding in him was a risk. If he did not understand what Monk was trying to do, he might feel confused and defensive, fearing that he was seeking to undermine Durban and establish himself on the ruin of another man's reputation.

If he already knew of the corruption and even was a party to it, then Monk would have left himself vulnerable in a way that might prove his ultimate defeat. With Orme against him he could not succeed in any part of his job.

"Yes, sir?" Orme stood in front of him, his jacket buttoned straight, his clean collar fastened a little tightly around his neck. He looked anxious.

"Close the door and sit down," Monk invited, indicating the wooden chair near the far side of his desk. "Mr. Farnham says that thefts have gone up alarmingly on the passenger boats," he said when Orme had obeyed. "Looking at the figures in all the reports, he's right. They're much higher than this time last year. Is that coincidence, or is there something I have neglected to do?"

Orme stared at him, evidently confused by his candor. Perhaps in the work they had done together he had already realized that Monk was a proud man and had difficulty relying on anyone else.