The QE2 Is Missing

“When thieves fall out. And it couldn’t have happened to a better man than Fritz. I remember some of the nice things he said about the Jews.”

They reached the entrance to the Grill, candlelit and attractive. If you didn’t mind the fact that the deck was heaving up and dropping away. A solitary diner sat at a distant table, spooning up soup and holding the bowl with his free hand so it didn’t slide into his lap. The headwaiter hurried up, smiling enthusiastically.

“Mrs. Greenstein, Mr. Greenstein — what a pleasure to see you. What courage on a night like this! If you please.”

He escorted them to their table with a flourish. No mention was made of slacks and sports jackets instead of evening wear. It was enough that they had put in an appearance. Two waiters held their chairs for them, while the sommelier grinned expectantly in the background. He came forward even as they were putting their serviettes on their laps.

“Madame, Monsieur, good evening. Courtesy of the Captain, all brave souls who appear for dinner tonight a bottle of wine.” He bent close, conspiratorialy. “Since the Captain is so busy a man, affairs of the ship and the weather, he neglected to say what kind of wine. Might I suggest the Chateau Margaux ‘69, the best vintage in twenty years. Just now coming into its own. Incredible! I will not show you the wine card in case, by chance, your eyes might stray to the right hand column and you discover what a loss Cunard is making on this generous gesture.”

“Sounds like a winner,” Hank said. “What about it, Frances?”

“Well… only if there isn’t any Spanish rioja.”

The sommelier’s eyes bulged and he gasped — and finally laughed. “ A joke, of course! Madame is so wonderful, in weather like this jokes too!”

He started away, grabbing a chair back for support, to be replaced by the headwaiter. “Tonight, I am sorry, but for physical reasons the menu is limited. But the chef has prepared for the first course ecrevisse in a special sauce. You are interested?”

“We are,” Frances said, liberally spreading butter on a half roll. “Or at least I am.”

“Sure, I’ll go along with that.”

“With your wine a Beef Wellington done to perfection, perfect with this wine.”

“We are as putty in your hands.”

The headwaiter hurried away and was instantly replaced by the wine waiter, who presented a dusty bottle with all the exuberance of a mother with her first born.

“Admire the color! Prepare yourself for the bouquet. I shall open it instantly to breathe and perhaps, with your fish a pretentious little moselle, just at this moment reaching the chill of perfection.”

“Sure. As long as it’s pretentious.” Hank shook his head in wonder as he left. “The service this evening is something else again.”

“More of a tribute to the stoutness of our stomachs than our character, my love.”

They enjoyed the attention and their meal. The wine was superb, as was the food. Hank wanted to finish with some Stilton but the headwaiter was so enthusiastic about the crepes suzette that they gave in. With much stirring over the flame, pouring of brandy from on high, then a final burst of fire for the flambe, the preparation of the dish was quite spectacular. Later, feeling the tightness of his belt and sipping at his five star Armagnac, Hank was very much at peace with the world. Until he happened to glance at his watch. A quarter to nine.

“Your face fell as though you had seen a ghost,” Frances said.

“I didn’t mean to do that. But dinner has been so good and everything that I just forgot about our visitors in the cabin. I must be there in a few minutes.”

“And you have nothing more to tell me about them?”

“Not yet, that is what they are discussing now. I think I know what they plan to do, but if I said it aloud I wouldn’t believe it myself. What are you going to do?”

“Not come back to my own cabin, obviously. I think I’ll do the Casino and lose some money at blackjack.”

“An hour, no more,” Hank said, suddenly making his mind up. “I’m tossing them all out by ten at the latest. Enough is enough.”

“I hope you can. But I’ll phone first in any case. Please take care of yourself.”

“Never fear.” He bent and kissed her warmly, then left. Feeling like four kinds of heel, yet not knowing why he felt that way.

When he entered the suite he was surprised to find that only Uzi was there, sipping a cup of cold coffee. All of the ash trays were full and the remains of the sandwich meal littered the room. But the others were gone.

“I can’t bear the loneliness,” Hank said. “What happened?”

“We’ve firmed up the plans. Sit and I’ll tell you about them.”

“They’re taking over the ship?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me pour a strong drink before you continue.”

Hank took a deep swallow of the bourbon and water and dropped into the deep armchair. “When is it going to happen?” he asked.