Jim Fanthorp carefully shut his book, yawned, glanced at his watch, got up and strolled out. It was a very British and utterly unconvincing performance. Jacqueline swung round in her chair and glared at Simon.
"You damned fool," she said thickly, "do you think you can treat me as you have done and get away with it?"
Simon Doyle opened his lips, then shut them again. He sat quite still as though he were hoping that her outburst would exhaust itself if he said nothing to provoke her further.
Jacqueline's voice came thick and blurred. It fascinated Cornelia, totally unused to naked emotions of any kind.
"I told you," said Jacqueline, "that I'd kill you sooner than see you go to another woman... You don't think I meant that? You're wrong. I've only been - waiting! You're my man! Do you hear? You belong to me."
Still Simon did not speak. Jacqueline's hand fumbled a moment or two on her lap. She leant forward.
"I told you I'd kill you, and I meant it."
Her hand came up suddenly with something in it that flashed and gleamed.
"I'll shoot you like a dog - like the dirty dog you are."
Now at last Simon acted. He sprang to his feet, but at the same moment she pulled the trigger...
Simon - half twisted - fell across a chair... Cornelia screamed and rushed to the door. Jim Fanthorp was on the deck leaning over the rail. She called to him. "Mr Fanthorp... Mr Fanthorp."
He ran to her; she clutched at him incoherently.
"She's shot him - Oh! she's shot him..."
Simon Doyle still lay as he had fallen half into and across a chair...
Jacqueline stood as though paralysed. She was trembling violently, and her eyes, dilated and frightened, were staring at the crimson stain slowly soaking through Simon's trouser leg just below the knee where he held a handkerchief close against the wound.
She stammered out:
"I didn't mean... Oh, my God, I didn't really mean..."
The pistol dropped from her nervous fingers with a clatter on the floor. She kicked it away with her foot. It slid under one of the settees.
Simon, his voice faint, murmured: "Fanthorp, for Heaven's sake - there's someone coming... Say it's all right - an accident - something. There mustn't be a scandal over this."
Fanthorp nodded in quick comprehension. He wheeled round to the door where a startled Nubian face showed. He said: "All right - all right! Just fun!"
The black face looked doubtful, puzzled, then reassured. The teeth showed in a wide grin. The boy nodded and went off.
Fanthorp turned back.
"That's all right. Don't think anybody else heard. Only sounded like a cork, you know. Now the next thing -"
He was startled. Jacqueline suddenly began to weep hysterically.
"Oh, God, I wish I were dead... I'll kill myself. I'll be better dead... Oh, what have I done - what have I done?"
Cornelia hurried to her.
"Hush, dear, hush."
Simon, his brow wet, his face twisted with pain, said urgently:
"Get her away. For God's sake, get her out of here! Get her to her cabin, Fanthorp. Look here, Miss Robson, get that hospital nurse of yours." He looked appealingly from one to the other of them. "Don't leave her. Make quite sure she's safe with the nurse looking after her. Then get hold of old Bessner and bring him here. For God's sake, don't let any news of this get to my wife."
Jim Fanthorp nodded comprehendingly. The quiet young man was cool and competent in an emergency.
Between them he and Cornelia got the weeping, struggling girl out of the saloon and along the deck to her cabin. There they had more trouble with her. She fought to free herself; her sobs redoubled.
"I'll drown myself... I'll drown myself. I've... Oh, Simon - Simon!"
Fanthorp said to Cornelia: "Better get hold of Miss Bowers. I'll stay while you get her."
Cornelia nodded and hurried out.
As soon as she left, Jacqueline clutched Fanthorp.
"I'm not fit to live... His leg - it's bleeding - broken... He may bleed to death. I must go to him... Oh, Simon - Simon - how could I?"
Her voice rose. Fanthorp said urgently: "Quietly - quietly. He'll be all right."
She began to struggle again.
"Let me go! Let me throw myself overboard... Let me kill myself!"
Fanthorp, holding her by the shoulders, forced her back onto the bed. "You must stay here. Don't make a fuss. Pull yourself together. It's all right, I tell you."
To his relief, the distraught girl did manage to control herself a little, but he was thankful when the curtains were pushed aside and the efficient Miss Bowers, neatly dressed in a hideous kimono, entered, accompanied by Cornelia.
"Now then," said Miss Bowers briskly, "what's all this?" She took charge without any sign of surprise and alarm.
Fanthorp thankfully left the overwrought girl in her capable hands and hurried along to the cabin occupied by Dr Bessner. He knocked and entered on the top of the knock.
"Dr Bessner?"
A terrific snore resolved itself, and a startled voice asked: "So? What is it?" By this time Fanthorp had switched the light on. The doctor blinked up at him, looking rather like a large owl.
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