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Fantastic cook/ blurted David Allen, his fair skin flushed pinkly and
the Lloyd's List rustled under his backside. Could get a job on any
passenger liner, could Angel. If he ever left the Warlock, half the
crew would go with him/ growled the Chief Engineer darkly, and hauled at
his pants with elbows below the level of the table. And I'd be one of
them., Nick Berg turned his head politely to follow the conversation.

He's almost a doctor, David Allen went on, addressing the Chief
Engineer.

Five years at Edinburgh Medical School/ agreed the Chief solemnly.

Do you remember how he set the seconds leg? Terribly useful to have a
doctor aboard.

Nick picked up his spoon, and tentatively lifted a little of the fruit
to his mouth. Every officer watched him intently as he chewed.

Nick took another spoonful.

You should taste his jams, said David Allen addressing Nick directly at
last. Absolutely Cordon Bleu stuff. Thank you, gentlemen, for the
advice/ said Nick. The smile did not touch his mouth, but crinkled his
eyes slightly. But would somebody convey a private message to Angel
that if he ever calls me "dear" again I'll beat that ridiculous cap down
about his ears. In the relieved laughter that followed, Nick turned to
David Allen and sent colour flying to his cheeks again by asking, You
seem to have finished with that old copy Of the List, Number One. Do
you mind if I glance at it again? Reluctantly, David lifted himself and
produced the newspaper, and there was another tense silence as Nick Berg
rearranged the rumpled sheets and studied the old headlines without any
apparent emotion.

THE GOLDEN PRINCE OF CHRISTY MARINE DEPOSED

Nicholas hated that name, it had been old Arthur Christy's quirk to name
all of his vessels with the prefix Golden, and twelve years ago, when
Nick had rocketed to head of operations at ChristY Marine, some wag had
stuck that label on him.

ALEXANDER TO HEAD THE CHRISTY BOARD OF DIRECTORS

Nicholas was surprised by the force of his hatred for the Man.

They had fought like a pair of bulls for dominance of the herd and the
tactics that Duncan Alexander had used had won. Arthur Christy had said
once, Nobody gives a damn these days whether it is moral or fair, all
that counts is, will it work and can you get away with it? For Duncan it
had worked, and he had got away with it in the grandest possible style.