“I don’t think so. Is he around? And what about the chief engineer and Martin Bledsoe?” It would be really annoying if Bledsoe had returned to Chicago.

“They’re all in Thunder Bay this morning. Going to the bank, doing that kind of business. They won’t be back until late afternoon. Not until right before we sail, I’m afraid.”

“You’re sailing today?” I sat down on one of the mahogany stools. “Your office said you’d be here through tomorrow.”

“No, we made good time up from Detroit. Got here a day early. Time is money in this business, so we started loading last night at midnight. We’ll finish around four and sail at five.”

“Any idea where I can find Bledsoe or Sheridan?”

He shook his head regretfully. “Everyone keeps bank accounts in Thunder Bay because we’re here so often. This is a good chance to catch up on personal affairs—I’ll be taking off myself for a few hours as soon as the second mate gets back.”

I rubbed my forehead in exasperation. “Where do you go from here?”

Winstein was getting a little irritated. “We take this load to St. Catharines, at the other side of the lakes. Why do you ask?”

“What’s your route, I mean—do you stop anyplace along the way where I could get off?”

The first mate looked at me strangely. “If you’re thinking of sailing with us, you’ll have to clear that with the captain, Miss Warshawski.”

“Yes, well, let’s assume he’s going to give his permission. Where’s the nearest place I could get off?”

He shook his head. “There isn’t anyplace on board for you to sleep—Mr. Bledsoe’s in the stateroom.”

I started to feel my temper rising. “I’m not asking for a place to sleep. That’s why I want to get off at the nearest place possible.”

“I guess that would be Sault Ste. Marie,” he said dubiously. “You could get off when we’re at the bottom of the lock. But we won’t reach there until three tomorrow afternoon, at the earliest. You’d still have to find someplace to spend the night.”

“Oh, never mind that,” I said impatiently. “I’ll lie down on the couch here in the bridge if I need to. But I’ve got to talk to the captain and Bledsoe. To Sheridan, too. And I’m damned if I’m going to fly around the country on the off chance of meeting up with them someplace.”

“It isn’t really my decision,” Winstein said pacifically.

“You’ll have to talk to Captain Bemis.” He returned to his papers and I left the bridge.

Chapter 16

Stowaway