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"I'd suggest we go below," Monte Banks said. When the three of them were seated in the salon, Monte asked, "Don't you think you owe us an explanation?"

"Yes, I do," Robert said, "but I'm not going to give you one. The less you know about this whole affair, the better. I can only tell you that I'm innocent. I'm involved in a political situation. I know too much, and I'm being hunted. If they find me, they'll kill me."

Susan and Monte exchanged a look.

"They have no reason to connect me with the Halcyon," Robert went on.

"Believe me, Monte, if there were any other way for me to escape, I would have taken it." Robert thought of all the people who had been killed because he had tracked them down.

He could not bear to have anything happen to Susan. He tried to keep his voice light.

"I would appreciate it for your own sake if you didn't mention that I was ever aboard this ship."

"of course not," Monte said.

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"If you'll excuse me, I have to have a word with the captain." Dinner was an awkward affair. There were strange undercurrents that Robert did not understand, a tension that was almost tangible. Was it because of his presence? Or was it something else? Something between the two of them? The sooner I get away from here, the better, Robert thought.

They were in the salon having an after-dinner drink when Captain Simpson came into the room.

"When will we reach Marseilles?"

Robert asked.

"If the weather holds, we should be there tomorrow afternoon, Mr. Smith."

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 awaiting word from the Halcyon to board her." Day Twenty-one

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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 is it 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.

* * * Out of sight beyond the horizon, the Italian navy cruiser Stromboli was stalking the Halcyon.

When Susan appeared for breakfast, she looked pale and drawn.

"Did you sleep well, darling?"

Monte asked.

"Fine," Susan said.

So they didn't share the same cabin! Robert felt an unreasonable sense of pleasure from that knowledge. He and Susan had always slept in the same bed, her naked, nubile body spooning into his. Jesus, I've got to stop thinking like this.

Ahead of the Halcyon, on the starboard bow was a fishing boat from the Marseilles fleet bringing in a fresh catch.

"Would you like some fish for lunch?"

Susan asked. Both men nodded.

"Fine."

They were almost abreast of the fishing boat. As Captain Simpson walked by, Robert asked, "What is our ETA to Marseilles?"

"We'll be there in two hours, Mr. Smith. Marseilles is an interesting port. Have you ever been there?"

"It is an interesting port," Robert said. In the communications room at SIFAR, the two colonels were reading the message that had just come in from the Halcyon. It read simply: "Now."

"What's the H4lcyon's position?"

barked Colonel Cesar.

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"Order the Stromboli to overtake and board her immediately." Thirty minutes later, the Italian navy cruiser Stromboli was closing in on the Halcyon. Susan and Monte were at the fantail of the yacht watching the warship racing toward them.

A voice came over the cruiser's loudspeaker.

"Ahoy, Halcyon.

Heave to. We're coming aboard."

Susan and Monte exchanged a look. Captain Simpson came hurrying toward them.

"Mr. Banks-"

"I heard it. Do as they say. Stop the engines."

"Yes, sir."

A minute later, the pulse of the engines stopped, and the yacht lay still in the water. Susan and her husband watched as armed sailors from the Navy cruiser were lowered into a dinghy.

Ten minutes later, a dozen sailors were swarming up the ladder of the Halcyon. The naval officer in charge, a lieutenant commander, said,

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Banks. The Italian government has reason to believe that you are harboring a fugitive. We have orders to search your ship."

Susan stood there watching as the sailors started spreading out, moving along the deck and going below to search the cabins.

"Don't say anything."

"But-"

"Not a word."

They stood on the deck in silence, watching the search go on. Thirty minutes later, they were assembled again on the main deck.

"There's no sign of him, Commander," a sailor reported.

"You're certain of that?"

"Absolutely, sir. There are no passengers aboard, and we have identified each member of the crew." The commander stood there a moment, frustrated. His superiors had made a serious mistake. He turned to Monte and Susan and Captain Simpson.

"I owe you an apology," he said.

"I'm terribly sorry to have inconvenienced you. We'll leave now." He turned to go.

"Commander-"

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"Yes?"

"The man you're looking for got away on a fishing boat half an hour ago. You should have no trouble picking him up." Five minutes later, the Stromboli was speeding toward Marseilles. The lieutenant commander had every reason to be pleased with himself. The governments of the world had been pursuing Commander Robert Bellamy, and he was the one who had found him. There could be a nice promotion in this, he thought. From the bridge, the navigation officer called out,

"Commander, could you come up here, please?" Had they spotted the fishing boat already? The lieutenant commander hurried up to the bridge.

"Look, sir!"

The commander took one look, and his heart sank. In the distance ahead, covering the horizon, was the entire Marseilles fishing fleet, a hundred identical boats returning to port. There was no way in the world to identify the one Commander Bellamy was on.

He stole a car in Marseilles.

It was a Fiat 1800 Spider convertible, parked on a dimly lit side street. It was locked, and there was no key in the ignition. No problem. Looking around to make sure he was not observed, Robert made a rip in the canvas top and shoved his hand inside to unlock the door. He slid inside the car and reached under the dashboard and pulled out all the wires of the ignition switch. He held the thick red wire in one hand while, one by one, he touched the other wires to it until he found one that lit up the dashboard. He then hooked those two wires together and touched the remaining ones to the two wires hooked together until the engine began to turn over. He pulled out the choke, and the engine roared into life. A moment later, Robert was on his way to Paris. His first priority was to get hold of Li Po. When he reached the Paris suburbs, he stopped at a phone booth.

He telephoned Li's apartment and heard the familiar voice on the answering machine: "Zao, mes a....... Je regrette que je ne sois pas chez moi, mais ii n'y a pas du danger que je reponde pas a votre coup de telephone. Prenez garde que vous attendiez le signal de l'oppareil."

"Good morning. I regret that I am not at home, but there is no danger of my not returning your call. Be careful to wait for the tone." Robert counted out the words in their private code. The key words were: Regret ... danger ... careful.

The phone was tapped, of course. Li had been expecting his call, and this was his way of warning Robert. He had to get to him as quickly as possible. He would use another code they had employed in the past. Robert walked along the Rue du Faubourg St. Honore. He had walked this street with Susan. She had stopped in front of a shop window and posed like a mannequin. 'Would you like to see me in that dress, Robert?"

"No, I'd prefer to see you out of it." And they had visited the Louvre, and Susan had stood transfixed in front of the Mona Lisa, her eyes brimming with tears. ...

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Robert headed for the offices of Le Matin. Just down the block from the entryway, he stopped a teenager on the street.

"Would you like to make fifty francs?" The boy looked at him suspiciously.

"Doing what?"

Robert scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to the boy with a fifty-franc note.

"Just take this into Le Matin to the want-ads desk."

"Bon, d'accord."

Robert watched the boy go into the building. The ad would get in in time to make next morning's edition. It read: "Tilly. Dad very ill. Needs you. Please meet with him soon. Mother." There was nothing to do now but wait. He dared not check into a hotel because they would all have been alerted. Paris was a ticking time bomb.

Robert boarded a crowded tour bus and sat in back, keeping a low, silent profile. The tour group visited the Luxembourg Gardens, the Louvre, Napoleon's tomb in Les Invalides, and a dozen other monuments. And always Robert managed to lose himself in the middle of the crowd. Day Twenty-two Paris, France

He bought a ticket for the midnight show at the Moulin Rouge as part of another tour group. The show started at two A.M. When it was over, he filled in the rest of the night moving around Montmartre, going from small bar to small bar.

The morning papers would not be out on the streets until five A.M. A few minutes before five, Robert was standing near a newspaper stand waiting. A red truck drove up, and a boy threw a bundle of papers onto the pavement. Robert picked up the first one. He turned to the want ads. His ad was there. Now there was nothing to do but wait. At noon Robert wandered into a small tobacconist shop, where dozens of personal messages were tacked to a board. There were help wanted ads, advertisements for apartments to let, students seeking roommates, bicycles for sale. In the middle of the board, Robert found the message he was looking for.

"Tilly eager to see you. Call her at 50412645." Li Po answered on the first ring.

"Robert?"

"Zao, Li."

"My God, man, what is happening?"

"I was hoping you could tell me."

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"My friend, you're getting more attention than the president of France. The cables are burning up about you. What have you done? No, don't tell me. Whatever it is, you're in serious trouble. They've tapped the phone at the Chinese Embassy, my phone at home is tapped, and they're watching my flat. They've been asking me a lot of questions about you."

"Li, do you have any idea what this is all-?"

"Not over the phone. Do you remember where Sung's apartment is?" Li's girlfriend.

"Yes."

"I'll meet you there in half an hour."

"Thanks." Robert was keenly aware of what jeopardy Li Po was putting himself in. He remembered what had happened to Al Traynor, his friend at the FBI. I'm a fucking Jonah. Everyone I come near, dies. The apartment was on Rue Benouville in a quiet arrondissement of Paris. When Robert reached the building, the sky was heavy with rain clouds, and he could hear the distant rumble of thunder. He walked into the lobby and rang the doorbell of the apartment. Li Po opened the door at once.

"Come inside," he said.

"Quickly." He closed the door behind Robert and locked it. Li Po had not changed since the last time Robert had seen him. He was tall and thin and ageless. The two men clasped hands.

"Li, do you know what the hell is going on?"

"Sit down, Robert." Robert sat.

Li studied him for a moment.

"Have you ever heard of Operation Doomsday?" Robert frowned.

"No. Does it have anything to do with UFOs?"

"It has everything to do with UFOs. The world is facing disaster, Robert." Li Po began to pace.

"Aliens are coming to earth to destroy us. Three years ago, they landed here and met with government officials to demand that all the industrial powers close down their nuclear plants and stop burning fossil fuel." Robert was listening, puzzled.

"They demanded a stop to the manufacturing of petroleum, chemicals, rubber, plastics. That would mean the closing down of thousands of factories all over the world. Automobile and steel plants would be forced to shut down. The world economy would be a shambles."