"Alistair MacLean - Santorini" - читать интересную книгу автора (Maclean Alistair)

TheDelos was - or had been - a rather splendid yacht. A streamlined eighty-footer, it was obvious that it had been, until very, very recently, a dazzling white. Now, because of a combination of smoke and diesel oil, it was mainly black. A rather elaborate superstructure consisted of a bridge, saloon, a dining-room and what may or may not have been a galley. The still dense smoke and flames rising six feet above the poop deck indicated the source of the fire - almost certainly the engine-room. Just aft of the fire a small motorboat was still secured to its davits: it wasn't difficult to guess that either the explosion or the fire had rendered it inoperable.

Talbot said: 'Rather odd, don't you think, Lieutenant?'

'Odd?' Denholm said carefully.

'Yes. You can see that the flames are dying away. One would have thought that would reduce the danger of further explosion.' Talbot moved out on the port wing. 'And you will have observed that the water level is almost up to the deck.'

'I can see she's sinking.'

'Indeed. If you were aboard a vessel that was either going to go up or drag you down when it sank, what would your natural reaction be?'

'To be elsewhere, sir. But I can see that their motorboat has been damaged.'

'Agreed. But a craft that size would carry alternative life-saving equipment. If not a Carley float, then certainly an inflatable rubber dinghy. And any prudent owner would carry a sufficiency of lifebelts and life-jackets for the passengers and crew. I can even see two lifebelts in front of the bridge. But they haven't done the obvious thing and abandoned ship. I wonder why.'

'I've no idea, sir. But it is damned odd.'

'When we've rescued those distressed mariners and brought them aboard, you, Jimmy, will have forgotten how to speak Greek.'

'But I will not have forgotten how to listen in Greek?'

'Precisely.'

'Commander Talbot, you have a devious and suspicious mind.'

'It goes with the job, Jimmy. It goes with the job.'

Harrisonbrought the Ariadne to a stop off the starboard beam of theDelos at the agreed hundred yards distance. Van Gelder was away at once and was very quickly alongside the fo'c's'le of theDelos . Two boat-hooks around the guard-rail stanchions held them in position. As the launch and the bows of the sinking yacht were now almost level it took only a few seconds to transfer the six survivors -- another had joined the group of five that Talbot had seen - aboard the launch. They were, indeed, a sorry and sadly bedraggled lot, so covered in diesel and smoke that it was quite impossible to discriminate among them on the basis of age, sex or nationality.

Van Gelder said: 'Any of you here speak English?'

'We all do.' The speaker was short and stocky and that was all that could be said of him in the way of description. 'Some of us just a little. But enough.' The voice was heavily accented but readily understood. Van Gelder looked at Grierson.

'Any of you injured, any of you burnt?' Grierson said. All shook their heads or mumbled a negative. 'Nothing here for me, Number One. Hot showers, detergents, soap. Not to mention a change of clothing.'

'Who's in charge here?' Van Gelder asked.

'I am.' It was the same man.

'Anybody left aboard?'

'Three men, I'm afraid. They won't be coming with us.'

'You mean they're dead?' The man nodded. I'll check.'

'No, no!' His oil-soaked hand gripped Van Gelder's arm. 'It is too dangerous, far too dangerous. I forbid it.'

'You forbid me nothing.' When Van Gelder wasn't smiling, which wasn't often, he could assume a very discouraging expression indeed. The man withdrew his hand. 'Where are those men?'