Bahama Crisis

"That's not like her."

I picked up the telephone and rang the Fontainbleu in Miami where she usually stayed. The call took an annoyingly long time to place and Billy occupied himself with shuffling his papers together and putting them into his briefcase. Finally I got through and said, "I'd like to speak to Mrs. Mangan."

There was a pause.

"Do you know the room number, sir?"

"No."

Another pause.

"There's no one of that name in the hotel, sir."

"Put me through to the desk clerk, please." Again that took a bit of time but I finally got him. I said, "My name is Mangan. Has my wife checked in yet?"

A rustle of papers.

"No, sir."

"But she did make a reservation?"

"Yes, sir; two rooms. Mrs. Mangan and Miss Mangan, and Mr. and Mrs. Pascoe."

"Have the Pascoes checked in?"

"No, sir."

"Thank you." I put down the telephone and said blankly, "She's not there."

"What time was she supposed to get into Miami?" asked Billy.

"Before dark; say, eight o'clock. Pete has standing instructions from me to get into port in daylight if possible, especially with the family aboard. She's a fast boat for her type and he'd have no trouble about that."

"She's only three hours overdue, Tom. Anything could have happened.

Engine trouble, perhaps. "

"Boats with Pete aboard don't have engine trouble," I said sharply.

"Besides, the Girl has two engines."

"If one was knocked out it would slow her down."

"Not by a lot- not by three hours." I picked up the telephone again.

"I'll ring the marina in Miami." Ten minutes later I knew that Lucayan Girl had not arrived. I said to Billy, "I've got a feeling about this. I'm going over to BASRA – they can raise the US Coast Guard."

"How long will you be?"

"Fifteen twenty minutes. It's quite close."

"I'll stick around until you get back. Julie might ring."

"Thanks. I'll check that Karen's safely asleep before I go."

BASRA headquarters on Grand Bahama are in the building which also holds the Underwater Exploration Society. Five minutes later I was climbing the stairs to the Tide's Inn, a tavern which supports both the Society and BASRA. The place was noisy with vacationers and I found Joe Kimble of BASRA employed in his favourite occupation chatting up a couple of nubile females. I crossed to his table.

"Sorry to interrupt, Joe, but Lucayan Girl is overdue in Miami."

He looked up.

"How much overdue?"

"Over three hours now." I met his eye.

"Julie and Sue are aboard."

"Oh!" He stood up.

"Sorry, girls, but business comes first."

We went down to the BASRA office and I said, "What's the weather like in the Florida Straits?"

"Calm- no problems there." He sat behind a desk and took a pen.

"When did she leave?"

"Dead on eleven this morning."

"Give me the number of the marina in Miami." He scribbled it down, then said, "You'd better go home, Tom, and stick by your telephone.

But don't use it. I'll do any telephoning that's necessary* you keep an open line. I'll ring the marina and tell them to notify BASRA if she comes in. "

"What about the Coast Guard?"

"I'll radio them but there's not much they can do at night you know that."

"Can I use the phone here?" At Joe's nod I picked it up and rang Bobby Bowen at his home. I outlined the situation, then said, "There may be nothing in it, but if there's no report in the next few hours I'll need planes in the air at first light. How many can we raise?"

"Just two here," said Bowen.

"There's one in Nassau and the other has its engine stripped for the goo-hour check."

"Get that plane back from Nassau as fast as you can. You'll liaise with Joe Kimble of BASRA who will be coordinator. Unless the order is cancelled you'll rendezvous at.. " I twitched an eyebrow at Joe who said, "Lucayan Beach Air Services."

I passed that on, and added, '.. at five-thirty a. m. " I put down the phone.

"I'm going home, Joe. Julie might ring."

He nodded.

"If I'm going to fly tomorrow I'll need some shuteye. I'll get one of the groundlings to stand by here as soon as I've raised the Coast Guard."

I had an argument with Billy which he won.

"I'll stay by the telephone," he said.

"You've got to sleep. If anything comes through I'll wake you." He raided the kitchen and made me warm milk laced with brandy. Afterwards he told me that he had roused Luke Bailey who found Julie's sleeping pills and he dissolved one into the milk.

So it was that when he woke me at five in the morning I felt doped and muzzy. At first I did not know what he was doing there in my bedroom, but then the knowledge hit me "Any news?" I demanded.

He shook his head.

"Just a call from BASRA; the Coasi Guard are putting helicopters out of Miami as soon as it's light enough to see."

I got up and found Debbie in the living-room; Billy had rung her and she had immediately come from the hotel. None of us did much talking because there was nothing much to say, but Debbie insisted that she was going to stay to look after Karen. Luke Bailey made an early breakfast and I drove to the airport feeling like hell.