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isaster；　and　though　I　was　doctor　enough　to　know　that　it　was　almost　certainly　a　psychologically　induced　reaction　to　the　cold；　exhaustion；　sleeplessness　and　hunger…and　a　physical　reaction　to　the　blow　on　the　head…nevertheless　I　could　not　shake　it　off：　and　I　was　angry　because　I　was　helpless。
　
　I　was　helpless　to　do　anything　to　protect　any　of　the　innocent　people　with　me；　the　people　who　had　entrusted　themselves　to　my　care；　the　sick　Mahler　and　Marie　LeGarde；　the　quiet　young　German　girl；　the　grave…faced　Margaret　Ross…above　all；　I　had　to　admit　to　myself；　Margaret　Ross：　I　was　helpless　because　I　knew　the　murderers　might　strike　at　any　time；　for　all　I　knew　they　might　believe　that　Hillcrest　had　already　told　me　all　I　needed　to　know　ana　that　I　was　just　waiting　my　chance　to　catch　them　pletely　off　guard；　on　the　other　hand　they；　too；　were　almost　certainly　just　biding　their　time；　not　knowing　how　much　I　knew；　but　just　taking　a　calculated　gamble；　letting　things　ride　as　long　as　the　tractor　kept　moving；　kept　heading　in　the　right　direction；　but　prepared　to　strike　once　and　for　all　when　the　time　came：　and；　above　all；　I　was　helpless　because　I　still　had　no　definite　idea　as　to　who　the　killers　were。
　
　For　the　hundredth　time　I　went　over　everything　I　could　remember；　everything　that　had　happened；　everything　that　had　been　said；　trying　to　dredge　up　from　the　depths　of　memory　one　single　fact；　one　isolated　word　that　would　point　the　finger　in　one　unmistakable　direction。　But　I　found　nothing。
　
　Of　the　ten　passengers　Jackstraw　and　I　had　with　us；　six　of　them；　I　felt　certain；　were　almost　beyond　suspicion。　Margaret　Ross　and　Marie　LeGarde　were　pletely　beyond　it。　The　only　things　that　could　be　said　against　Mrs　Dansby…Gregg　and　Helene　was　that　I　hadn't　absolute　proof　of　their　innocence；　but　I　was　certain　that　such　proof　was　quite　unnecessary。　United　States　senators；　as　recent　bribery　and　corruption　cases　had　lamentably　shown；　had　as　many　human　failings…especially　cupidity…as　the　next　man：　but；　even　so；　the　idea　of　a　senator　getting　mixed　up　with　murder　and　criminal　activities　on　this　massive　scale　was　too　preposterous　to　bear　further　examination。　As　for　Mahler；　I　was　quite　aware　that　being　a　diabetic　didn't　bar　a　man　from　criminal　pursuits；　and　he　could　have　been　one　of　the　guilty　men…just　possibly；　he　had　thought　they　would　force…land　near　some　easily　available　insulin　supplies。　But　that　was　just　a　little　too　far…fetched；　and　even　if　it　weren't；　I　wasn't　seriously　interested　in　Mahler。　I　was　concerned　with　killers　who　might　kill　again　at　any　moment；　and　he　most　certainly　wasn't　included　in　that　category：　Mahler　was　a　dying　man。
　
　That　left　only　Zagero；　Solly　Levin；　Corazzini　and　the　Rev。　Smallwood；　and　the　Rev。　Smallwood　was　too　good　notto　be　true。　The　Bible　was　hardly　ever　out　of　his　hands　these　days：　there　were　certain　lengths　to　which　any　impostor　might　reasonably　be　expected　to　go　to　convince　us　of　his　identity；　but　lengths　such　as　these　passed　the　bounds　of　the　superfluous　into　the　realms　of　the　ridiculous。
　
　I　had　reason　to　suspect　Corazzini。　As　a　tractor　specialist；　he　knew　precious　little　about　tractors…although　I　had　to　be　fair　and　admit　that　Citroen　and　Global　tractors　were　a　quarter　of　a　century　different　in　time　and　a　world　different　in　design。　But　he　had　been　the　only　person　I　had　found　on　his　feet　when　I　had　opened　the　door　of　the　passenger　cabin　in　the　plane。　It　was　he　who；　back　in　the　IGY　cabin；　had　questioned　me　so　closely　about　Hillcrest's　movements。　It　was　he；　I　had　learnt；　who　had　helped　Jackstraw　and　Zagero　bring　up　the　petrol　from　the　tunnel　and　so　had　the　opportunity　to　spike　the　stuff　left　behind。　Finally；　I　believed　he　could　be　utterly　ruthless。　But　there　was　one　great　point　in　his　favour：　that　still…bandaged　hand；　token　of　his　desperate　attempt　to　save　the　falling　radio。
　
　I　had　far　greater　reason　to　suspect　Zagero；　and；　by　implication　of　friendship；　Solly　Levin。　Zagero　had　inquired　of　Margaret　Ross　when　dinner　was：　a　damning　point。　Solly　Levin　had　been　nearest　the　radio；　and　in　the　right　position　for　doing　the　damage　when　it　had　been　destroyed：　another　damning　point。　Zagero　had　been　one　of　those　working　with　the　petrol。　And；　most　damning　of　all；　Zagero　bore　no　more　resemblance　to　a　boxer　than　Levin　did　to　any　boxing　manager　who　had　ever　lived　outside　the　pages　of　Damon　Runyon。　And；　as　a　further　negative　mark　against　Zagero；　I　had　Margaret　Ross's　word　that　Corazzini　had　never　left　his　seat　in　the　plane。　That　didn't；　of　course；　necessarily　exclude　Corazzini；　he　could　well　have　had　an　acplice。　But　who　could　that　acplice　be？
　
　It　was　not　until　then　that　the　chilling；　frightening　thought　struck　me　that；　because　two　guns　had　been　used　in　the　plane；　I　had　assumed　all　along　that　there　were　only　two　criminals。　There　wasn't　a　shadow　of　evidence　to　suggest　why　there　should　not　be　more　than　two：　why　not　three？　Why　not　Corazzini；　Zagero　and　Levin　all　in　the　conspiracy　together？　I　thought　over　the　implications　of　this　for　some　minutes；　and　at　the　end　I　felt　more　helpless　than　ever；　more　weirdly　certain　of　ultimate　tragedy　to　e。　Forcibly；　almost；　I　had　to　remind　myself　that　all　three　were　not　necessarily　working　together；　but　it　was　a　possibility　that　had　to　be　faced。
　
　About　three　o'clock　in　the　morning；　still　following　the　flag　trail　that　stretched　out　interminably　before　us　in　the　long　rake　of　the　headlights；　we　felt　the　tractor　slow　down　and　Jackstraw；　who　was　driving　at　the　time；　change　gear　as　we　entered　on　the　first　gentle　slope　of　the　long　foothills　that　led　to　the　winding　pass　that　cut　the　Vindeby　Nunataks　almost　exactly　in　half。　We　could　have　gone　round　the　Nunataks；　but　that　would　have　wasted　an　entire　day；　perhaps　two；　and　with　the　ten…mile　route　through　the　hills　clearly　marked；　it　was　pointless　to　make　a　detour。
　
　Two　hours　later；　as　the　incline　perceptibly　steepened；　the　tractor　treads　began　to　slip　and　spin　on　the　frozen　snow；　but　by　off…loading　almost　all　the　petrol　and　gear　we　carried　on　the　tractor　sled　and　stowing　it　inside　the　tractor　cabin；　we　managed　to　build　up　enough　weight　to　gain　a　purchase　on　the　surface。　Even　so；　progress　was　slow　and　difficult。　We　could　only　make　ground　by　following　a　zigzag　pattern；　and　it　took　us　well　over　an　hour　to　cover　the　last　mile　before　the　entrance　to　the　pass。　Here　we　halted；　soon　after　seven　o'clock　in　the　morning。　The　pass　was　lined　on　one　side　by　a　deep　crevasse　in　the　ice　that　ran　its　entire　length；　and　although　not　particularly　treacherous　the　trail　was　difficult　and　dangerous　enough　to　make　me　determined　to　wait　for　the　two　or　three　brief　hours'　light　at　the　middle　of　the　day。
　
　While　breakfast　was　being　prepared；　I　looked　at　Mahler　and　Marie　LeGarde。　The　steady　rise　in　temperature…it　was　now　less　than　…SOT…had　done　nothing　to　help　either　of　them。　Marie　LeGarde　looked　as　if　she　hadn't　eaten　in　weeks；　her　face；　pock…marked　with　sores　and　frostbite　blisters；　was　appallingly　thin　and　wasted；　and　the　once　sparkling　eyes　lack…lustre；　pouched　and　filled　and　rimmed　with　blood。　She　hadn't　spoken　a　word　in　ten　hours；　just　sat　there；　in　her　increasingly　rare　moments　of　waking；　shivering　and　staring　ahead　with　sightless　eyes。　Theodore　Mahler　looked　in　better　case　than　she；　but　I　knew　when　his　defences　went　down　they　would　do　so　in　a　matter　of　hours。　Despite　all　that　we　…or；　rather；　Margaret　Ross…had　done　for　him；　the　insidious　talons　of　frostbite　had　already　sunk　deep　into　his　feet；　he　had　developed　a　very　heavy　cold…rare　indeed　in　the　Arctic；　the　seeds　of　it　must　have　been　sown　before　he　had　left　New　York…and　he　had　neither　the　energy　nor　reserves　to　fight　either　that　or　the　boils　that　were　beginning　to　plague　him。　His　breathing　was　difficult；　the　sweet　ethereal　odour　of　acetone　very　strong。　He　seemed　wide　awake　and　rational　enough；　superficially　a　much　better　going　concern　than　Marie　LeGarde；　but　I　knew　that　the　collapse；　the　preliminary　to　the　true　diabetic　a；　might　e　at　any　time。
　
　At　eight　o'clock　Jackstraw　and　I　moved　out　on　to　the　hillside；　and　again　made　contact　with　Hillcrest。　My　heart　sank　when　I　heard　the　grim　news　that　they'd　hardly　progressed　a　couple　of　miles　in　the　previous　twelve　hours。　In　that　bitter　cold；　it　seemed　…and　where　they　were　temperatures