the moment it occurred to me。 〃Food poisoning and I was lucky。 I got here in time。〃
He nodded but kept quiet。 It probably hurt him too much to talk。 Mary dear said： 〃Mr。 Oakley's hands and face are freezing and he's shaking with the cold。 So am I； for that matter。〃
And so； I realised； was I。 I helped Smithy to a bolted chair beyond the wheel； then went to assist Mary dear who was trying to get a jelly…kneed Oakley to his feel？。 We'd just got Oakley approximately upright； no easy task； for he was practically a dead weight and we required one hand for him and one for ourselves； when Goin and the Count appeared at the top of the ladder。
〃Thank God； at last！〃 Goin was slightly out of breath but not one hair was out of place。 〃We've been looking for you every…what on earth…is that man drunk？〃
〃He's sick。 The same sickness as Antonio had； only he's been lucky。
What's the panic？〃
〃The same sickness…you must e at once； Marlowe。 My God； this is turning into a regular epidemic。〃
〃A moment。〃 I helped Oakley inside and lowered him into as fortable a position as possible atop some kapok life jackets。 〃Another casualty； I take it？〃
〃Yes； Otto Gerran。〃 Maybe I lifted an eyebrow； I forget； I do know I felt no particular surprise； it seemed to me that anyone who had been within sniffing distance of that damned aconite was liable to keel over at any moment。 〃I called at his cabin ten minutes ago； there was no reply and I went in and there he was； rolling about the carpet〃
The irreverent thought came to me that； with his almost perfectly spherical shape； no one had ever been better equipped for rolling about a carpet than Otto was： it seemed unlikely that Otto was seeing the humorous side of it at that moment。 I said to Allison： 〃Can you get anyone up here to help you？〃
〃No trouble。〃 The quartermaster nodded at the small exchange in the corner。 〃I've only to phone the mess deck。〃
〃No need。〃 It was the Count。 〃I'll stay。〃
〃That's very kind。〃 I nodded at Smithy and Oakley in turn。 〃They're not fit to go below yet。 If they try to； they'll like as not end up over the side。 Could you get them some blankets？〃
〃Of course。〃 He hesitated。 〃My cabin…'
is locked。 Mine's not。 There are blankets on the bed and extra ones at the foot of the hanging locker。〃 The Count left and I turned to Allison。
〃Short of dynamiting his door open； how do I attract the captain's attention 。 He seems to be a sound sleeper。〃
Allison smiled and again indicated the corner exchange。 〃The bridge phone hangs just above his head。 There's a resistance in the circuit。 I can make the call…up sound like the Q。E。 2's foghorn。〃
〃Tell him to e along to Mr。 Gerran's room and tell him it's urgent。〃
〃Well。〃 Allison was uncertain。 〃Captain Imrie doesn't much like being woken up in the middle of the night。 Not without an awfully good reason ； that is； and now that the mate and bosun are all right again； like…〃
〃Tell him Antonio is dead。〃
4
At least Otto wasn't dead。 Even above the sound of the wind and the sound of the sea； the creakings and groanings as the elderly trawler slammed her way into the Arctic gale； Otto's voice could be distinctly heard at least a dozen feel？ from his cabin door。 What he was saying； however； was far from distinct； the tearing gasps and agonised groans boded ill for what we would see when we opened the door。
Otto Gerran looked as he sounded； not quite in extremis but rapidly heading that way。 As Goin had said； he was indeed rolling about the floor； both hands clutching his throat as if he was trying to throttle himself ： his normally puce plexion had deepened to a dark and dangerous looking purple； his eyes were bloodshot and a purplish foam at his mouth had stained his lips to almost the same colour as his face： or maybe his lips were purplish anyway； like a man with cyanosis。 As far as I could see he hadn't a single symptom in mon with Smithy and Oakley： so much for the toxicological experts and their learned textbooks。
I said to Goin： 〃Let's get him on his feel？ and along to the bathroom。〃
As a statement of intent it was clear and simple enough； but its execution was far from simple： it was impossible。 The task of hoisting 245 lbs。 Of unco…operative jellyfish to the vertical proved to be quite beyond us。 I was just about to abandon the attempt and administer what would certainly be a very messy first aid on the spot when Captain Imrie and Mr。
Stokes entered the cabin。 My surprise at the remarkable promptness with which they had put in an appearance was as nothing pared to my initial astonishment at observing that both men were fully dressed： it was not until I noticed the horizontal creases in their trousers that I realised that they had gone to sleep with all their clothes on。 I made a brief prayer for Smithy's swift and plete recovery。
〃What in the name of God goes on？〃 Whatever condition Captain Imrie had been in an hour or so ago； he was pletely sober now。 〃Allison says that Italian fellow's dead and…〃 He stopped abruptly as Goin and I moved sufficiently apart to let him have his first glimpse of the prostrate moaning Gerran。 〃Jesus wept！〃 He moved forward and stared down。
〃What the devil…an epileptic fit？〃
〃Poison。 The same poison that killed Antonio and nearly killed the mate and Oakley。 e on； give us a hand to get him along to the bathroom。
〃Poison！〃 He looked at Mr。 Stokes as if to hear from him confirmation that it couldn't possibly be poison； but Mr。 Stokes wasn't in the mood for confirming anything； he just stared with a kind of numbed fascination at the writhing man on the floor。 〃Poison！ On my ship。 What poison？ Where did they get it？ Who gave it to them？ Why should…〃
'I'm a doctor； not a detective。 I don't know anything about who； where； when； why； what。 All I know is that a man's dying while we're talking。〃
It took the four of us less than thirty seconds to get Otto Gerran along to the bathroom。 It was a pretty rough piece of manhandling but it was a fair assumption that he would rather be Otto Gerran； bruised but alive； than Otto Gerran； unmarked but dead。 The emetic worked just as swiftly and effectively as it had with Smithy and Oakley and within three minutes we had him back in his bunk under a mound of blankets。 He was still moaning incoherently and shivering so violently that his teeth chattered uncontrollably； but the deep purple had begun to recede from his cheeks and the foam had dried on his lips。
〃I think he's OK now but please keep an eye on him； will you？〃 I said to Goin。 I'll be back in five minutes。〃
Captain Imrie stopped me at the door。 〃If you please； Dr。 Marlowe； a word with you。〃
〃Later。〃
〃Now。 As master of this vessel…〃 I put a hand on his shoulder and he became silent。 I felt like saying that as master of this vessel he'd been awash in Scotch and snoring in his bunk when people were all around dropping like flies but it would have been less than fair： I was irritable because unpleasant things were happening that should not have been happening and I didn't know why； or who was responsible。
〃Otto Gerran will live；〃 I said。 〃He'll live because he was lucky enough to have Mr。 Goin here stop by his cabin。 How many other people are lying on their cabin floors who haven't been lucky enough to have someone stop by； people so far gone that they can't even reach their doors？ Four casualties so far： Who's to say there isn't a dozen？〃
〃A dozen？ Aye。 Aye； of course。〃 If I was out of my depth； Captain Imrie was submerged。 〃We'll e with you。〃
〃I can manage。〃
〃Like you managed with Mr。 Gerran here？〃
We made our way directly to the recreation room。 There were ten people there； all men； mostly silent； mostly unhappy： it is not easy to be talkative and cheerful when you're hanging on to your scat with one hand and your drink with the other。 The Three Apostles； whether because of exhaustion or popular demand； had laid the tools of their trade aside and were having a drink with their boss Josh Hendriks； a small； thin； stern； and middle…aged Anglo…Dutchman with a perpetual worried frown。 Even when off…duty； he was festooned with a mass of strap…hung electronic and recording equipment： word had it that he slept so accoutred。 Stryker； who appeared far from overe by concern for his ailing wife； sat at a table in a corner； talking to Conrad and two other actors； Gunther Jungbeck and Jon Heyter。 At a third table John Halliday； the stills photographer； and Sandy； the props man； made up the pany。 No one； as far as I could judge； was suffering from anything that couldn't be accounted for by the big dipper antics of the Morning Rose。 One or two glances of mildly speculative curiosity came our way； but I volunteered no explanation for our unaccustomed visit there： explanations take time but the effects of aconitine ； as was being relentlessly borne in upon me； waited for no man。
Allen and Mary Darling we found in the otherwise deserted lounge； more green…faced than ever but clasping hands and gazing at each other with the rapt intensity of those who know there will be no tomorrow：
their noses were so close together that they must have been cross…eyed from their attempts to focus。 For the first time since I'd met her Mary Darling had remove