d…blown hair。 They saw me； hesitated； looked at each other and made to leave； but I waved them in and they came； closing the door behind them。 They staggered across to my table； sat down； pushed the hair from their faces and I identified them as Mary Darling； our continuity girl； and Allen…nobody knew whether he had another name or whether that was his first or second one…the clapper…loader。 He was a very earnest youth who had recently been asked to leave his university。 He was an intelligent lad but easily bored。 Intelligent but a bit short on wisdom…he regarded film…making as the most glamorous job on earth。
〃Sorry to break in on you like this； Dr。 Marlowe。〃 Allen was very apologetic ； very respectful。 〃We had no idea…to tell you the truth we were both looking for a place to sit down。〃
〃And now you've found a place。 I'm just leaving。 Try some of Mr。 Gerran's excellent Scotch…you both look as if you could do with a little。〃 They did； indeed； look very pale。
〃No； thank you； Dr。 Marlowe。 We don't drink。〃 Mary Darling…everyone called her Mary darling…was cast in an even more earnest mould than Allen and had a very prim voice to go with it。 She had very long straight almost platinum hair that fell any old how down her back and that clearly hadn't been submitted to the attentions of a hairdresser for years： she must have broken Antonio's heart。 She wore a habitually severe expression； enormous horn…rimmed glasses； no makeup…not even lipstick…and had about her a businesslike； petent； no…nonsense； I…can…take…care…of myself…thank…you attitude that was so transparently false that no one had the heart to call her bluff。
〃No room at the inn？〃 I asked。
〃Well；〃 Mary Darling said； 〃It's not very private down in the recreation room； is it？ As for those three young…young'
〃The Three Apostles do their best；〃 I said mildly。 〃Surely the lounge was empty？〃
〃It was not。〃 Allen tried to look disapproving but I thought his eyes crinkled。 〃There was a man there。 In his pyjamas。 Mr。 Gilbert。〃
He had a big bunch of keys in his hands。〃 Mary Darling paused；
pressed her lips together； and went on： 〃He was trying to open the doors where Mr。 Gerran keeps all his bottles。〃
〃That sounds like Lonnie；〃 I agreed。 It was none of my business。 If Lonnie found the world so sad and so wanting there was nothing much I or anybody could do about it： I just hoped that Otto didn't catch him at it。 I said to Mary： 〃You could always try your cabin。〃
〃Oh； no！ We couldn't do that！〃
〃No； I suppose not。〃 I tried to think why not； but I was too old。 I took my leave and passed through the stewards〃 pantry into the galley。 It was small； cow…pact； immaculately clean； a minor culinary symphony in stainless steel and white tile。 At this late hour I had expected it to be deserted； but it wasn't： Haggerty； the chief cook； with his regulation chef's hat foursquare on his greying clipped hair； was bent over some pots on a stove。 He turned round； looked at me in mild surprise。
〃Evening； Dr。 Marlowe。〃 He smiled。 〃Carrying out a medical inspection of my kitchen？〃
〃With your permission； yes。〃
He stopped smiling。 〃I'm afraid I do not understand； sir。〃 He could be very stiff； could Haggerty； twenty…five…odd years in the Royal Navy had left their mark。
〃I'm sorry。 just a formality。 We seem to have a case of food poisoning aboard。 I'm just looking around。〃
〃Food poisoning！ Not from this galley； I can assure you。 Never had a case in my life。〃 Haggerty's injured professional pride quite overcame any humanitarian concern he might have had about the identity of the victim or how severe his case was。 〃Twenty…seven years as a cook in the Andrew； Dr。 Marlowe； last six as chief on a carrier； and if I'm to be told I don't run a hygienic galley…〃
〃Nobody's telling you anything of the sort。〃 I used to him the tone he used to me。 〃Anyone can see the place is spotless。 If the contamination came from this galley； it won't be your fault。〃
It didn't e from this galley。〃 Haggerty had a square ruddy face and periwinkle blue eyes： the plexion； suffused with anger； was now two shades deeper and the eyes hostile。 〃Excuse me； I'm busy。〃 He turned his back and started rattling his pots about。 I do not like people turning their backs on me when I am talking to them and my instinctive reaction was to make him face me again but I reflected that his pride had been wounded； justifiably so from his point of view； so I contented myself with the use of words。
〃Working very late； Mr。 Haggerty'
〃Dinner for the bridge；〃 he said stiffly。 〃Mr。 Smith and the bosun。 They change watches at eleven and eat together then。〃
〃Let's hope they're both fit and well by twelve。〃
He turned round very slowly。 〃What's that supposed to mean？〃
I mean that what's happened once can happen again。 You know you haven't expressed the slightest interest in the identity of the person who's been poisoned or how ill that person is？〃
I don't know what you mean； sir。〃
I find it very peculiar。 Especially as the person became violently ill just after eating food prepared in this galley。〃
I take orders from Captain Imrie；〃 he said obliquely。 〃Not from passengers。
‘You know where the captain is at this time of night。 In bed and very； very sound asleep。 It's no secret。 Wouldn't you like to e with me and see what you've done？ To look at this poisoned person。〃 It wasn't very nice of me but I didn't see what else I could do。
〃To see what I've done！〃 He turned away again； deliberately placed his pots to one side and removed his chef's hat。 〃This had better be good； Doctor。〃
I led the way below to Antonio's cabin and unlocked the door。 The smell was revolting。 Antonio lay as I had left him； except that he looked a great deal more dead now than he had done before： the blood had drained from face and hands leaving them a transparent white。 I turned to Haggerty。
〃Good enough？〃
Haggerty's face didn't turn white because ruddy faces with a mass of broken red veins don't turn that way； but it did bee a peculiar muddy brick colour。 He stared down at the dead man for perhaps ten seconds； then turned away and walked quickly up the passage。 I locked the door and followed； staggering from side to side of the passage as the Morning Rose rolled wickedly in the great troughs。 I made my erratic way through the dining saloon； picked up the Black Label from Captain Imrie's wrought…iron stand； smiled pleasantly at Mary Darling and Allen…Cod knows what thoughts were in their minds as I passed through…and returned to the galley。 Haggerty joined me after thirty seconds。 He was looking ill and I knew he had been ill。 I had no doubt that he had seen a great deal during his lifetime at sea but there is something peculiarly horrifying about the sight of a man who has died violently from poisoning。 I poured him three fingers of Scotch and he downed it at a gulp。 He coughed； and either the coughing or the Scotch brought some colour back to his face。
〃What was it？〃 His voice was husky。 〃What…what kind of poison could kill a man like that？ God； I've never seen anything so awful。〃
I don't know。 That's what I want to find out。 May I look round now？〃
〃Christ； yes。 Don't rub it in； Doctor…well； I didn't know； did I？ What do you want to see first？〃
〃It's ten past eleven；〃 I said。
〃Ten past…my God； I'd forgotten all about the bridge。〃 He prepared the bridge dinner with remarkable speed and efficiency…two cans of orange juice； a tin opener； a flask of soup； and then the main course in snap…lidded metal canteens。 Those he dumped in a wicker basket along with cutlery and two bottles of beer and the whole preparation took just over a minute。
While he was away…which wasn't for more than two minutes…I examined what little open food supplies Haggerty carried in his galley； both on shelves and in a large refrigerator。 Even had I been capable of it； which I wasn't； I'd no facilities aboard for analysing food； so I had to rely on sight； taste； and smell。 There was nothing amiss that I could see。 As Haggerty had said； he ran a hygienic galley； immaculate food in immaculate containers。
Haggerty returned。 I said； 〃Tonight's menu； again。〃
〃Orange juice or pineapple juice； oxtail…〃
〃All tinned？〃 He nodded。 〃Let's see some。〃 I opened two tins of each； six in all； and sampled them under Haggerty's now very apprehensive eye。 They tasted the way those tinned products usually taste； which is to say that they didn't taste of anything very much at all； but all perfectly innocuous in their pallid fashion。
〃Main course？〃 I said。 〃Lamb chops； Brussels； horse…radish； boiled potatoes？〃
〃Right。 But these things aren't kept here。〃 He took me to the adjacent cool room； where the fruits and vegetables were stored； thence below to the cold room； where sides of beef and pork and mutton swung eerily from steel hooks in the harsh light of naked bulbs。 I found precisely what I had expected to find； nothing； told Haggerty that whatever had happened was clearly no fault of his； then made my way to the upper deck and along an interior passage till I came to Captain Imrie's cabin。 I tried the handle； but it was locked。 I knocked several times； without result。 I hammered it until my knuckles rebelled； then kicked it； all with the