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The Doomsday Conspiracy :: Sheldon Sidney
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There was something about Captain Simpson’s manner that irritated Robert. The captain was gruff, almost to the point of being rude. But he must be good, Robert thought, or Monte would not have hired him. Susan deserves this yacht. She deserves the best of everything.
At eleven o’clock Monte looked at his watch and said to Susan, “I think we had better turn in, darling.”
Susan glanced at Robert. “Yes.”
The three of them rose.
Monte said, “You’ll find a change of clothes in your cabin. We’re about the same size.”
“Thank you.”
“Good night, Robert.”
“Good night, Susan.”
Robert stood there, watching the woman he loved going off to bed with his rival. Rival? Who the hell am I kidding? He’s the winner. I’m the loser.
Sleep was an elusive shadow, dancing just out of reach. Lying in his bed, Robert was thinking that on the other side of the wall, only a few feet away, was the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. He thought of Susan lying in her bed, naked … she never wore a nightgown … and he felt himself beginning to get an erection. Was Monte making love to her at this moment or was she alone? … and was she thinking of him and remembering all the great times they had had together? Probably not. Well, he would be out of her life soon. He would probably never see her again.
It was dawn before he closed his eyes.
In the communications room at SIFAR, radar was tracking the Halcyon. Colonel Cesar turned to Colonel Johnson, and said, “Too bad we couldn’t intercept him at Elba, but we’ve got him now! We have a cruiser standing by. We’re just waiting word from the Halcyon to board her.”
Day Twenty-One
Early in the morning Robert was on deck, looking out over the calm sea. Captain Simpson approached him. “Good morning. It looks like the weather is going to hold, Mr Smith.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll be in Marseilles by three o’clock. Will we be staying there long?”
“I don’t know,” Robert said pleasantly. “We’ll see.”
“Yes, sir.”
Robert watched Simpson stride off. What was there about the man?
Robert walked back to the stern of the yacht and scanned the horizon. He could see nothing, and yet … In the past, his instincts had saved his life more than once. He had long ago learned to rely on them. Something was wrong.
Over the horizon out of sight, the Italian Navy cruiser Stromboli was stalking the Halcyon.
When Susan appeared for breakfast, she looked pale and drawn.
There was something about Captain Simpson’s manner that irritated Robert. The captain was gruff, almost to the point of being rude. But he must be good, Robert thought, or Monte would not have hired him. Susan deserves this yacht. She deserves the best of everything.
At eleven o’clock Monte looked at his watch and said to Susan, “I think we had better turn in, darling.”
Susan glanced at Robert. “Yes.”
The three of them rose.
Monte said, “You’ll find a change of clothes in your cabin. We’re about the same size.”
“Thank you.”
“Good night, Robert.”
“Good night, Susan.”
Robert stood there, watching the woman he loved going off to bed with his rival. Rival? Who the hell am I kidding? He’s the winner. I’m the loser.
Sleep was an elusive shadow, dancing just out of reach. Lying in his bed, Robert was thinking that on the other side of the wall, only a few feet away, was the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. He thought of Susan lying in her bed, naked … she never wore a nightgown … and he felt himself beginning to get an erection. Was Monte making love to her at this moment or was she alone? … and was she thinking of him and remembering all the great times they had had together? Probably not. Well, he would be out of her life soon. He would probably never see her again.
It was dawn before he closed his eyes.
In the communications room at SIFAR, radar was tracking the Halcyon. Colonel Cesar turned to Colonel Johnson, and said, “Too bad we couldn’t intercept him at Elba, but we’ve got him now! We have a cruiser standing by. We’re just waiting word from the Halcyon to board her.”
Day Twenty-One
Early in the morning Robert was on deck, looking out over the calm sea. Captain Simpson approached him. “Good morning. It looks like the weather is going to hold, Mr Smith.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll be in Marseilles by three o’clock. Will we be staying there long?”
“I don’t know,” Robert said pleasantly. “We’ll see.”
“Yes, sir.”
Robert watched Simpson stride off. What was there about the man?
Robert walked back to the stern of the yacht and scanned the horizon. He could see nothing, and yet … In the past, his instincts had saved his life more than once. He had long ago learned to rely on them. Something was wrong.
Over the horizon out of sight, the Italian Navy cruiser Stromboli was stalking the Halcyon.
When Susan appeared for breakfast, she looked pale and drawn.