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safe enough.”
    Korvold could think of little else to say. At last he said simply, “Good luck, Oscar. Make port safely.” And then he was gone.
    Steen turned from the radio, his eyes avoiding the mutilated body in the chair. He felt a cold shudder grip him. He half expected to see the spectral captain of the Flying Dutchman pacing the bridge. There was nothing as morbid as a deserted ship, he thought grimly.
    He ordered Sakagawa to hunt up and translate the ship’s log. The two remaining seamen he sent to search the auto decks while he systematically went through the crew’s quarters. He felt as though he was walking through a haunted house.
    Except for a few bits of scattered clothing, it looked as if the crew might return at any minute. Unlike the mess on the bridge, everything seemed lived in and ordinary. In the captain’s quarters there was a tray with two teacups that had miraculously failed to fall on the deck during the storm, a uniform laid out on the bed, and a pair of highly polished shoes side by side on the carpeted deck. A framed picture of a woman and three teenage sons had dropped flat on a neat and clean desk.
    Steen was hesitant to pry into other men’s secrets and their memories. He felt like an uninvited intruder.
    His foot kicked something lying just under the desk. He leaned down and picked up the object. It was a nine-millimeter pistol. A double-action Austrian Steyr GB. He pushed it into the waistband of his pants.
    The chiming of a wall-mounted chronometer startled him, and he swore he felt his hair rise. He finished his search and beat a quick path back to the bridge.
    Sakagawa was sitting in the chart room, his feet perched on a small cabinet, studying the ship’s log.
    “You found it,” said Steen.
    “In one of the open briefcases.” He turned back to the opening pages and began to read. ” ‘ Divine Star , seven hundred feet, delivered March sixteenth, nineteen eighty-eight. Operated and owned by the Sushimo Steamship Company, Limited. Home port, Kobe.’ On this voyage she’s carrying seven thousand, two hundred and eighty-eight new Murmoto automobiles to Los Angeles.”
    “Any clues as to why the crew abandoned her?” Steen asked.
    Sakagawa gave a puzzled shake of his head. “No mention of disaster, plague, or mutiny. No report of the typhoon. The last entry is a bit odd.”
    “Read it.”
    Sakagawa took a few moments to be sure his translation of Japanese characters into English was reasonably correct. “The best I can get out of it is: ‘Weather deteriorating. Seas increasing. Crew suffering from unknown illness. Everyone sick including Captain. Food poisoning suspected. Our passenger, Mr. Yamada, a most important company director, demands we abandon and sink ship during hysterical outburst. Captain thinks Mr. Yamada has suffered nervous breakdown and has ordered him placed under restraint in his quarters.’ “
    Steen looked down at Sakagawa, his face expressionless. “That’s all?”
    “The final entry,” said Sakagawa. “There is no more.”
    “What’s the date?”
    “October first.”
    “That’s two days ago.”
    Sakagawa nodded absently. “They must have fled the ship shortly after. Damned funny they didn’t take the log with them.”
    Slowly, unhurriedly, Steen walked into the communications room, his mind trying to make sense out of the final log entry. Suddenly he stopped and reached out to support himself in the doorway. The room seemed to swim before his eyes and he felt nauseous. Bile rose in his throat, but he forced it down. Then, as quickly as the attack came, it passed.
    He walked unevenly over to the radio and hailed the Narvik . “This is First Officer Steen calling Captain Korvold, over.”
    “Yes, Oscar,” answered Korvold. “Go ahead.”
    “Do not waste time on a search effort. The Divine Star ‘s log suggests the crew left the ship before they were struck by the full force of the typhoon. They departed nearly two days ago. The winds