“I found an ad in an old yachting magazine we had aboard, and I called them. The money was wire-transferred from my Greenwich account.”

Stone looked at her in amazement. “And how the hell did you accomplish all that? You’ve hardly left this yacht, and I’ve never seen you use a phone.”

She got up, went to the chart table, opened a cupboard behind it, took out what looked like a laptop computer, and set it on the chart table.

Stone looked at the thing. “What is it?”

She opened it and displayed a telephone handset.

“A telephone?”

“A satellite telephone. The antenna is at the top of the mast.”

“It works?”

“It certainly does. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

“Yes, please; call the broker and get that yacht out of here.”

She plugged the unit into a jack near the chart table, switched it on, and waited. “It will seek a satellite,” she said. A moment later, it beeped three times. She picked up the handset, consulted her address book, dialed a number, and pressed a button.

“Like a car phone,” Stone said.

“Exactly, except it will work almost anywhere on the face of the earth.” She put the phone to her ear. “Hello, Fred? It’s Allison Manning; I’m sorry to bother you at home. I have some new instructions for you. Yes, the yacht arrived, and now I have to get it out of here, for the moment.”

“Tell him to have them leave around nine this evening,” Stone said. “No sooner.”

“Please call the yacht and have them depart the harbor at nine o’clock this evening. Tell them to go back to Guadeloupe and wait for my call. It may be a few days. What? Fred, you’ve already been paid. If I want the yacht to go to Guadeloupe and wait, then that’s what they’ll do. Right. Thank you so much.” She pressed another button, breaking the connection. “There, it’s done.”

“And they have one of these on the other yacht?”

“Yes, or something like it.”

Stone shook his head. “Technology is passing me by.”

“Why nine o’clock?” she asked.

“Because you and I are going to be having dinner at the Shipwright’s Arms at that time, in view of the whole world, or at least all St. Marks. We are going to appear relaxed and happy and unconcerned about the yacht’s departure. Do you have a local phone directory?”

She fished one out of the chart table.

Stone looked up a number and showed it to her. “Dial that for me, will you?”

She dialed the number and handed him the handset.