I got out of my chair and went over near Cy Dana. He was making notes, but he looked up and grinned at me. Along with the announcer’s voice there was the roar of plane engines, picked up by the mike he was using. Cy said:
“Vennell’s pretty shaky, eh?”
I frowned. “You’d be, too— if a masked human got into your cabin— and then got clear again.”
“Yeah,” Cy said slowly. “I would— if a masked man got into my cabin and got clear again.”
The loudspeaker cracked at intervals— there was more thunder now, and it was louder. The sky was getting dark, but there was no wind. It was very hot. The captain came to Vennell’s side and spoke. Vennell nodded, and the captain went away. Vennell said:
“The captain says we’re due for a sharp storm. The yacht’s shipshape, but you might have to move around wh
