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Chapters (64)
  1. Other Books by This Author
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter 1
  7. A Hero’s Death
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Love’s Labors Lost
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Reflections
  12. Chapter 4
  13. On the Waterfront
  14. Chapter 5
  15. A Glass in the Hand
  16. Chapter 6
  17. A Capital Ship
  18. Chapter 7
  19. Watchman, Tell Us of the Night
  20. Chapter 8
  21. Learning the Business
  22. Chapter 9
  23. Just Another Dead Black
  24. Chapter 10
  25. Down the Hatches
  26. Chapter 11
  27. Grounded
  28. Chapter 12
  29. Bedside Stories
  30. Chapter 13
  31. Sherry at Valhalla
  32. Chapter 14
  33. Potluck
  34. Chapter 15
  35. The Frozen North
  36. Chapter 16
  37. Stowaway
  38. Chapter 17
  39. Deadlock
  40. Chapter 18
  41. The Long Journey Home
  42. Chapter 19
  43. Pavane for a Dead Hockey Player
  44. Chapter 20
  45. Unloading
  46. Chapter 21
  47. Fishing Trip
  48. Chapter 22
  49. Nighttime Chiseler
  50. Chapter 23
  51. A House of Mourning
  52. Chapter 24
  53. A Question of Policy
  54. Chapter 25
  55. The Old Girl Network
  56. Chapter 26
  57. On the Tiles
  58. Chapter 27
  59. On Board the Dragon Ship
  60. Chapter 28
  61. The Fire Ship of Wodin
  62. Chapter 29
  63. The Long Good-bye
  64. Cover

The Lucella had five cargo holds underneath with some thirty-five hatches opening into them. The chutes moved among the hatches, distributing the load evenly. In addition to the men guiding the chutes, another man watched the flow of grain at each hold and directed those at the ropes among the various openings. Winstein went around and checked their work, then escorted me onto the bridge.

Bledsoe and the captain were standing at the front of the glass-enclosed room looking down at the deck. Bemis was leaning against the wheel, a piece of mahogany as tall as I am. Neither of them turned around until Winstein announced to the captain that he’d brought a visitor.

“Hello, Miss Warshawski.” The captain came over to me in a leisurely way. “Come to see what a freighter looks like in action?”

“It’s most impressive … I have a couple of questions for you, Mr. Bledsoe, if you have some time.”

Bledsoe’s right hand was swathed in bandages. I asked how it was doing. He assured me that it was healing well. “No tendons cut … What have you got for me?”

Bemis took Winstein off to one corner to inquire about progress below. Bledsoe and I sat at a couple of high wooden stools behind a large drafting table covered with navigation charts. I pulled the photocopies of the contract verification forms from my canvas bag, flicking off some pieces of chaff which had settled on them. Putting the papers on the drafting table, I leafed through them to find July 17, one of Boom Boom’s circled dates.

Bledsoe took the stack from me and fanned it. “These are Eudora Grain’s shipping contract records. How’d you come to have them?”

“One of the secretaries lent them to me. Captain Bemis told me you were the most knowledgeable person around on these sorts of deals. I can’t follow them—I was hoping you’d explain them to me.”

“Why not get Phillips to?”

“Oh, I wanted to go to the expert.”

The gray eyes were intelligent. He smiled ironically. “Well, there’s no great secret to them. You start off with a load at point A and you want to move it to point B. We shippers move any cargo, but Eudora Grain is concerned chiefly with grain—although they may have a bit of lumber and coal now. So we’re talking about grain. Now, on this one, the order was first placed on July 17, so that’s the initial transaction date.”