"You could have killed us, too, you know," Durham said angrily. "You
could have killed her. Hawtree wouldn't have liked that."
"It was a risk we had to take. It was a reasonably small one." He
looked Durham up and down. "You made us one whale of a mess of trouble.
If my yacht wasn't a good bit faster than Jubb's ship, we'd have been
whipped. What happened to you? Why didn't you talk like you were
supposed to?"
"You'd die laughing."
"I can control my emotions. Go ahead."
Durham told him. "Virtue," he finished sourly, "is sure enough its
own reward. I should have stayed drunk. I was happier that way. What
happened to the Wanbecqs?"
Morrison was still laughing. "They had not come to when their taxi
reached the terminus. The port police picked them up." He took a bottle
out of a locker and pushed it and a glass across the cabin table to
Durham. "Here. You've earned it. Wait till I tell Hawtree. And he was
so sure of you. Just goes to show you can't trust anybody."
Susan said, "But _why_?" Shock was making her mind move slowly. It was
a minute before they realized she was referring to the Senyan ship.