below or ashore； he said； which I found a very helpful remark。 I looked in his cabin； on the bridge； in the charthouse； the saloon and all the other likely places。 No Smithy。 I questioned passengers and crew with the same result。 No one had seen him； no one had any idea whether he was aboard or had gone ashore which was very understandable because the darkness was now pretty well plete and the harsh light of the arc lamp now rigged up to aid unloading threw the gangway into very heavy shadow so that anyone could be virtually certain of boarding or leaving the Morning Rose unnoticed。
Nor was there any sign of Captain Imrie。 True； I wasn't looking for him； but I would have expected him to be making his presence very much known。 The wind was almost round to the south…southeast now and still freshening； the Morning Rose was beginning to pound regularly against the jetty wall with a succession of jarring impacts and a sound of screeching metal that would normally have had Imrie very much in evidence indeed in his anxiety to get rid of all his damned passengers and their equipment in order to get his ship out to the safety of the open sea with all speed。 But he wasn't around； not any place I could see him。 At three…thirty I went ashore and hurried up the jetty to the huts。 They were deserted except for the equipment hut where Eddie was blasphemously trying to start up the diesel。 He looked up as he saw me。
〃Nobody could ever call me one for plaining； Dr。 Marlowe； but this bloody…〃
〃Have you seen Mr。 Smith〃 The mate'；〃
〃Not ten minutes ago。 Looked in to see how we were getting on。 Why？ Is there something…〃
〃Did he say anything？〃
〃What kind of thing？〃
〃About where he was going？ What he was doing？〃
〃No。〃 Eddie looked at the shivering Three Apostles； whose blank expressions were of no help to anyone。 〃Just stood there for a couple of minutes with his hands in his pockets； looking at what we were doing and asking a few questions。； then he strolls off。〃
〃See where he went？〃
〃No。〃 He looked at the Three Apostles； who shook their heads as one。
〃Anything up； then？〃
〃Nothing urgent。 Ship's about to sail and the skipper's looking for him。〃
If that wasn't quite an accurate assessment of how matters stood at that moment； I'd no doubt it would be in a very few minutes。 I didn't waste time looking for Smithy。 If he had been hanging around with apparent aimlessness at the camp instead of closely supervising the urgent clearing of the foredeck； which one would have expected of him and would normally have been pletely in character； then Smithy had a very good reason for doing so： he just wanted； however temporarily； to bee lost。
At three thirty…five I returned to the Morning Rose。 This time Captain Imrie was very much in evidence。 I had thought him incapable of being frantic about anything but as I looked at him as he stood in the wash of light at the door of the saloon I could see that I could have been wrong about that。 Perhaps 〃frantic〃 was the wrong term； but there was no doubt that he was in a highly excitable condition and was mad clear through。 His fists were balled； what could be seen of his face was mottled red and white and his bright blue eyes were snapping。 With mendable if lurid brevity he repeated to me what he'd clearly told a number of people in the past few minutes。 Worried about the deteriorating weather…that wasn't quite the way he'd put it…he'd had Allison try to contact Tunheim for a forecast。 This Allison had been unable to do。 Then he and Allison had made the discovery that the transceiver was smashed beyond repair。
And just over an hour or so previously the receiver had been in order…or Smith had said it was； for he had then written down the latest weather forecast。 Or what he said was the latest weather forecast。 And now there was no sign of Smith。 Where the hell was Smith？
〃He's gone ashore；〃 I said。
〃Ashore？ Ashore？ How the hell do you know he's gone ashore？〃 Captain Imrie didn't sound very friendly； but； then； he was hardly in a friendly mood。
〃Because I've just been up in the camp talking to Mr。 Harbottle； the electrician。 Mr。 Smith had just been up there。〃
〃Up there？ He should have been unloading cargo。 What the hell was he doing up there？〃
I didn't see Mr。 Smith；〃 I explained patiently。 〃So I couldn't ask him。〃
〃What the hell were you doing up there？〃
‘You're forgetting yourself； Captain Imrie。 I am not responsible to you。 I merely wished to have a word with him before he left。 We've bee quite friendly； you know。〃
〃Yes you have； haven't you？〃 Imrie said significantly。 It didn't mean anything； he was just in a mood for talking significantly。 〃Allison！〃
〃Sir？〃
〃The bosan。 Search party ashore。 Quickly now； I'll lead you myself。〃
If there had ever been any doubt as to the depth of Captain Imrie's concern there was none now。 He turned back to me but as Otto Gerran and Goin were now standing beside me I wasn't sure whether he was addressing me or not。 〃And we're leaving within the half hour； with Smith or without him。〃
〃Is that fair； Captain？〃 Otto asked。 〃He may just have gone for a walk or got a little lost…you see how dark it is…〃
〃Don't you think it bloody funny that Mr。 Smith should vanish just as I discover that a radio over which he's been claiming to receive messages is smashed beyond repair？〃
Otto fell silent but Goin； ever the diplomat； stepped in smoothly。
I think Mr。 Gerran is right； Captain。 You could be acting a little bit unfairly。 I agree that the destruction of your radio is a serious and worrisome affair and one that is more than possibly； in light of all the mysterious things that have happened recently； a very sinister affair。 But I think you are wrong immediately to assume that Mr。 Smith has any connection with it。 For one thing； he strikes me as much too intelligent a man to incriminate himself in so extremely obvious a fashion。 In the second place； as your senior officer who knows how vitally important a piece of equipment your radio is； why should he do such a wanton thing？ In the third place； if he were trying to escape the consequences of his actions； where on earth could he escape to on Bear Island？ I do not suggest anything as simple as an accident or amnesia： I'm merely suggesting that he may have got lost。 You could at least wait until the morning。〃
I could see Captain Imrie's fists unballing； not much； just a slight relaxation ； and I knew that if he weren't wavering he was at least on the point of considering； a state of approaching uncertainty that lasted just as long as it took Otto to undo whatever Goin might have been on the point of achieving。
〃That's it； of course；〃 he said。 〃He just went to have a look around。〃
〃What？ In the pitch bloody dark？〃 It was an exaggeration but a pardonable one。 〃Allison！ Oakley！ All of you。 e on！〃 He lowered his voice a few decibels and said to us： 〃I'm leaving within the half hour； Smith or no Smith。 Hammerfest； gentlemen； Hammerfest and the law。〃
He hurried down the gangway； half a dozen men close behind。 Goin sighed。 I suppose we'd better lend a hand。〃 He left and Otto； after hesitating for a moment； followed。
I didn't； I'd no intention of lending a hand； if Smithy didn't want to be found then he wouldn't be。 Instead I went down to my cabin； wrote a brief note； took the small duffle bag with me and went in search of Haggerty。 I had to trust somebody； Smithy's most damned inconvenient disappearing trick had left me with no option； and I thought Haggerty was my best bet。 He was stiff…necked and suspicious and； since Imrie's questioning of him that morning； he must have bee even more suspicious of me： but he was no fool； he struck me as being incorruptible； he was； I thought； amenable to an authoritative display of discipline and； above all； he'd spent twenty…seven years of his life in taking orders。
It was fifteen minutes〃 touch and go； but at last he grudgingly agreed to do what I asked him to。
〃You wouldn't be making a fool out of me； Dr。 Marlowe？〃 he asked。
〃You'd be a fool if you even thought that。 What would I have to gain？〃
〃There's that； there's that。〃 He took the small duffle bag reluctantly。
〃As soon as we're safely clear of the island…〃
〃Yes。 That； and the letter。 To the captain。 Not before。〃
〃Those are deep waters； Dr。 Marlowe。〃 He didn't know how deep； I was close to drowning in them。 〃Can't you tell me what it is all about？〃
〃If I knew that； Haggerty； do you think I'd be remaining behind on this Godforsaken island？〃
For the first time； he smiled。 〃No； sir； I don't really think you would。〃
Captain Imrie and his search party returned only a minute or two after I'd gone back up to the upper deck。 They returned without Smithy。 I was surprised neither by their failure to find him nor the brevity of their search…an elapsed time of only twenty minutes。 Bear Island； on the map； may be only the veriest speck in the high Arctic but it does cover an area of seventy…three square miles and it must have occurred to Captain Imrie very early on indeed that to attempt to search even a fraction of one percent of that icily mountainous terrain in darkness was to embark upon a monumental folly。 His fervour for the search had diminished to vanis