Chapters (64)
- Other Books by This Author
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- A Hero’s Death
- Chapter 2
- Love’s Labors Lost
- Chapter 3
- Reflections
- Chapter 4
- On the Waterfront
- Chapter 5
- A Glass in the Hand
- Chapter 6
- A Capital Ship
- Chapter 7
- Watchman, Tell Us of the Night
- Chapter 8
- Learning the Business
- Chapter 9
- Just Another Dead Black
- Chapter 10
- Down the Hatches
- Chapter 11
- Grounded
- Chapter 12
- Bedside Stories
- Chapter 13
- Sherry at Valhalla
- Chapter 14
- Potluck
- Chapter 15
- The Frozen North
- Chapter 16
- Stowaway
- Chapter 17
- Deadlock
- Chapter 18
- The Long Journey Home
- Chapter 19
- Pavane for a Dead Hockey Player
- Chapter 20
- Unloading
- Chapter 21
- Fishing Trip
- Chapter 22
- Nighttime Chiseler
- Chapter 23
- A House of Mourning
- Chapter 24
- A Question of Policy
- Chapter 25
- The Old Girl Network
- Chapter 26
- On the Tiles
- Chapter 27
- On Board the Dragon Ship
- Chapter 28
- The Fire Ship of Wodin
- Chapter 29
- The Long Good-bye
- 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.”