Chapter 12
Screened Death
JUST BEFORE noon a big seaplane circled over the Virgin several times, glided for the water, and taxied near the yacht. It was a hot, clear day, and most of us were aft, under the awning. Tim Burke was nervous; he moved round a lot. And Risdon watched him closely. Burke had nice eyes and a swell pair of shoulders. His face and hands were burned almost black by the sun. I tried twice to get him talking, but didn’t succeed. The only person he talked with was Sonia, and he looked at her more than he talked to her.
Carla Sard got to her feet and went to the starboard rail. Sonia had already reached it and was looking over the side. Most of us crowded around and watched the seaplane get beside the yacht. A tall, lean man called up:
“Mr. Crozier?”
Crozier was on th
