s； really； only one thing to talk about and nobody wished to talk about it in case he had picked the wrong person to talk to。 In ones and twos； and within a very few minutes； almost everybody had moved off to their cubicles。 Apart from Smithy and myself； only Conrad remained and I knew that he wished to talk to me。 Smithy glanced briefly at me then left for our cubicle。
〃How did you know？〃 Conrad said。 〃About Lonnie and his family？〃
I didn't。 I guessed。 He's talked to you？〃
〃A little。 Not much。 He had a family。〃
〃Had？〃
〃Had。 Wife and two daughters。 Two grown…up girls。 A car crash。 I don't know if they hit another car； I don't know who was driving。 Lonnie just clammed up as if he had already said too much。 He wouldn't even say whether he had been in the car himself； whether anyone else had been present； not even when it had taken place。〃
And that was all that Conrad had learnt。 We talked in a desultory fashion for some little time and when Goin and Hendriks appeared to begin the first watch I left for my cubicle。 Smithy was not in his camp bed。 Fully clothed； he was just removing the last of the screws I'd used to secure the window frame： he'd the flame of the little oil lamp turned so low that the cubicle was in semidarkness。
〃Leaving？〃 I said。
〃Somebody out there。〃 Smithy reached for his anorak and I did the same。 I thought maybe we shouldn't use the front door。〃
〃Who is it？〃
〃No idea。 He looked in here but his face was just a white blur。 He doesn't know I saw him； I'm sure of that； for he went from here and shone a torch through Judith Haynes's window and he wouldn't have done that if he thought anyone was watching。〃 Smithy was already clambering through the window。 〃He put his torch out but not before I saw where he was heading。 Down to the jetty； I'm sure。〃
I followed Smithy and jammed the window shut as I had done before。 The weather was very much as it had been earlier； still that driving snow； the deepening cold； the darkness and that bitter wind which was still boxing the pass and had moved around to the southwest。 We moved across to Judith Haynes's window； hooded our torches to give thin pencil beams of light； picked up tracks in the snow that led off in the direction of the jetty and were about to follow them when it occurred to me that it might be instructive to see where they came from。 But we couldn't find where they came from： whoever the unknown was he'd walked； keeping very close to the walls； at least twice round the cabin； obviously dragging his feel？ as he had gone； so that it was quite impossible to discover which cubicle window he'd used as an exit route from the cabin。 That he should have so effectively covered his tracks was annoying： that he should have thought to do it at all was disconcerting for it plainly demonstrated at least the awareness that such late…night sorties might be expected。 We made our way quickly but cautiously down to the jetty； giving the unknown's tracks a prudently wide berth。 At the head of the jetty I risked a quick Hash with the narrowed beam of my torch： a single line of tracks led outwards。
〃Well； now；〃 Smithy said softly。 〃Our lad's down at the boats or the sub。 If we go to investigate we might bump into him。 If we go down to the end of the jetty for a quick look…see and don't bump into him he's still bound to see our tracks on his return trip。 We want to make our presence known？〃
No。 No law against a man taking a stroll when he feels like it； even though it is in a blizzard。 And if we declare ourselves you can be damn sure he'll never put another foot wrong as long as we remain on Bear Island。〃
We withdrew to the shelter of some rocks only a few yards distant along the beach； an almost wholly superfluous precaution in that close to zero visibility。
〃What do you think he's up to？〃 Smithy said。
〃Specifically； no idea。 Generally； anything between the felonious and the villainous。 We'll check down there when he's gone。〃
Whatever purpose he'd had in mind； it hadn't taken him long to achieve it for he was gone within two minutes； The snow was so thick； the darkness so nearly absolute； that he might well have passed by both unseen and unheard had it not been for the erratic movement of the small torch he held in his hand。 We waited for some seconds then straightened。
〃Was he carrying anything？〃 I said。
〃Same thought here；〃 Smithy said。 〃He could have been。 But I couldn't swear to it。〃
We followed the double tracks in the snow down to the end of the Jetty where they ended at the head of the iron ladder leading down to the submarine mock…up。 No question but this was where he'd gone for apart from the fact that there was nowhere else where he could have been his footprints were all over the hull and； when we'd climbed into it； the platform in the conning tower。 We dropped down into the hull of the submarine。 Nothing was changed； nothing appeared to be missing from our earlier visit。 Smithy said： 〃I've taken a sudden dislike to this place。 Last time we were here I called it an iron tomb。 I wouldn't want it to be our tomb。〃
〃You feel it might？〃
〃Our friend seemingly didn't take anything away。 But he must have had some purpose in ing here so I assume he brought something。 On the track record to date that purpose wouldn't be anything I'd like and neither would be that something he brought。 How would it be if he'd planted something to blow the damn thing up？〃
〃Why would he want to do a crazy thing like that？〃 I didn't feel as disbelieving as I sounded。
〃Why has he done any of the crazy things he's done？ Right now； I don't want a reason。 I just want to know whether； as of now； and here and now； he's just done another crazy thing。 What I mean is； I'm nervous。〃
He wasn't the only one。 I said： 〃Assuming you're right； he couldn't blow this thing up with a little itsy…bitsy piece of plastic explosive。 It would have to be something big enough to make a big bang。 So； a delayed action fuse。〃
〃To give him time to be asleep in his innocent bed when the explosion goes off？ I'm more nervous than ever。 I wonder how long he figured it would take him to get back to his bed。〃
〃He could do it in a minute。〃
〃God's sake； why are we standing here talking？〃 Smithy flashed his torch around。 〃Where the hell would a man put a device like that？〃
〃Against a bulkhead； I'd say。 Or on the bottom。〃
We examined the deck first but all the bars of cast…iron ballast and their securing wooden battens appeared to be undisturbed and firmly in place。
There was just no room there for even the smallest explosive device。 We turned to the rest of the hull； looked behind the mushroom anchors； among the chains； under the pressor unit and the windlass and behind the plastic models of periscope and guns。 We found nothing。 We even peered at the cleaning plates on the ballast tanks to see if any of those could have been unscrewed but there were no marks on them。 And there was certainly no place where such a device could have been attached to the bulkheads themselves without being instantly detectable。
Smithy looked at me。 It was difficult to say whether he was perplexed or； like me； increasingly and unfortably conscious of the fact that if such a time device did exist time might be swiftly running out。 He looked towards the fore end of the hull and said： 〃Or he might just have dropped it in one of those lockers。 Easiest and quickest place to hide anything； after all。〃
〃Most unlikely；〃 I said； but I reached there before he did。 I ran the beam of the torch over the paint locker and then the light steadied on a wooden batten close by the floor of the locker。 I kept the light where it was and said to Smithy： 〃You see it； too？〃
〃A giveaway piece of fresh and unmelted snow。 From a boot。〃 He reached for the lid of the locker。 〃Well； time's a…wasting。 Better open the damn thing。〃
〃Better not。〃 I'd caught his arm。 〃How do you know it's not boobytrapped。〃
〃There's that。〃 He'd snatched back his band like a man seeing a tiger's jaws closing on it。 〃It would save the cost of a time fuse。 How do we open it； then？〃
〃Gradually。 It's unlikely that he had the time to rig up anything so elaborate as an electrical trigger but if he did there'll be contacts in the lid。 More likely； if anything； a simple pull cord。 In either event nothing can operate in the first two inches of lift for he must have left at least that space to withdraw his hand。〃
So we gingerly opened the lid those two inches； examined the rim and what we could see of the interior of the locker and found nothing。 I pushed the locker lid right back。 There was no sign of any explosive。 Nothing had been put inside。 But something had been removed…two cans of the quick…dry paint and two brushes。 Smithy looked at me and shook his head。 Neither of us said anything。 The reasons for removing a couple of paint cans were so wholly inconceivable that； clearly； there was nothing that could be gainfully said。 We closed the locker； climbed up the conning tower and regained the pier。 I said： 〃It's very unlikely that he would have taken them back to the cabin with him。 After all； they're large cans and not easy things to hide in a tiny cubicle especially if any of your friends should chance to e calling。〃