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d　now　there　were　only　two　police　on　each　gangway。　Suslev；　disguised　under　a　huge　coolie　hat　and　wearing　a　coolie　smock　and　trousers；　barefoot　like　the　others；　went　past　them　unnoticed　and　up　on　deck。　When　Boradinov　saw　him；　he　hastily　guided　the　way　to　Suslev's　cabin。　Once　the　cabin　door　was　shut；　he　burst　out；　〃Kristos；　rade　Captain；　I'd　almost　given　you　up　for　lost。　We're　due　to　le…　〃
　〃Shut　up　and　listen。〃　Suslev　was　panting；　still　very　shaken。　He　tipped　the　vodka　bottle　and　gulped　the　spirit；　choking　a　little。　〃Is　our　radio　equipment　repaired？〃
　〃Yes　some　of　it；　yes　it　is；　except　the　top…security　scrambler。〃
　〃Good。〃　Shakily　he　related　what　had　happened。　〃I　don't　know　how　I　got　out；　but　the　next　thing　I　remember　was　I　was　halfway　down　the　hill。　I　found　a　taxi　and　made　my　way　here。〃　He　took　another　swallow；　the　liquor　helping　him；　the　wonder　of　his　escape　from　death　and　from　Sinders　enveloping　him。　〃Listen；　as　far　as　everyone　else　is　concerned；　I'm　still　there；　at　Rose　Court！　I'm　dead　or　missing　presumed　dead；〃　he　said；　the　plan　leaping　into　his　head。　Boradinov　stared　at　him。　〃But　Corn…　〃
　〃Get　on　to　police　headquarters　and　say　that　I've　not　returned　…　ask　if　you　can　delay　departure。　If　they　say　no；　good；　we　leave。　If　they　say　yes　we　can　stay；　we'll　stay　for　a　token　day；　then　regretfully　leave。　Understand？〃
　〃Yes；　rade　Captain；　but　why？〃
　〃Later。　Meanwhile　make　sure　everyone　else　aboard　thinks　I'm　missing。　Understand？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃No　one　is　to　e　into　this　cabin　until　we're　safe　in　international　waters。　The　girl's　aboard？〃
　〃Yes；　in　the　other　cabin　as　you　ordered。〃
　〃Good。〃　Suslev　considered　her。　He　could　put　her　back　ashore；　as　he　was　〃missing〃　and　would　stay　missing。　Or　keep　with　his　plan。　〃We　stay　with　that　plan。　Safer。　When　the　police　report　I'm　missing　…　I　had　my　usual　SI　followers　so　they'll　know　I'm　with　Clinker　…　just　tell　her　our　departure's　delayed；　to　stay　in　the　cabin　'until　I　arrive。'　Off　you　go。〃
　Suslev　locked　the　door；　his　relief　almost　overpowering；　and　switched　on　the　radio。　Now　he　could　vanish。　Sinders　could　never　betray　a　dead　man。　Now　he　could　easily　persuade　Center　to　allow　him　to　pass　over　his　duties　in　Asia　to　another　and　assume　a　different　identity　and　get　a　different　assignment。　He　could　say　that　the　various　European　security　leaks　documented　in　the　AMG　papers　made　it　necessary　for　someone　new　to　begin　with　Crosse　and　Plumm　…　if　either　of　them　is　still　alive；　he　thought。　Better　they're　both　dead。　No；　not　Roger。　Roger's　too　valuable。
　Happier　and　more　confident　than　he　had　been　in　years　he　went　into　the　bathroom；　found　a　razor　and　shaving　brush；　humming　a　Beatles　tune　along　with　the　radio。　Perhaps　I　should　request　a　posting　to　Canada。　Isn't　Canada　one　of　our　most　vital　and　important　posts　…　on　a　par　with　Mexico　in　importance？
　He　beamed　at　himself　in　the　mirror。　New　places　to　go　to；　new　assignments　to　achieve；　with　a　new　name　and　promotion；　where　a　few　hours　ago　there　was　only　disaster　ahead。　Perhaps　I'll　take　Vertinskaya　with　me　to　Ottawa。
　He　began　shaving。　When　Boradinov　returned　with　police　permission　to　delay　their　departure；　he　hardly　recognized　Gregor　Suslev　without　his　mustache　and　beard。
　
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　11：40　P。M。：
　Bartlett　was　twenty　feet　down　under　a　cat's　cradle　of　girders　that　kept　the　wreckage　from　crushing　him。　When　the　avalanche　had　hit　almost　three　hours　ago　he　had　been　standing　in　the　kitchen　doorway　sipping　an　ice…cold　beer；　staring　out　at　the　city。　He　was　bathed；　dressed　and　feeling　wonderful；　waiting　for　Orlanda　to　return。　Then　he　was　falling；　the　whole　world　wrong；　unearthly；　the　floor　ing　up；　the　stars　below；　the　city　above。　There　had　been　a　blinding；　monstrous；　soundless　explosion　and　all　air　had　rushed　out　of　him　and　he　had　fallen　into　the　upward　pit　forever。
　ing　back　to　consciousness　was　a　long　process　for　him。　It　was　dark　within　his　tomb　and　he　hurt　everywhere。　He　could　not　grasp　what　had　happened　or　where　he　was。　When　he　truly　awoke；　he　stared　around　trying　to　see　where　he　was；　his　hands　touching　things　he　could　not　understand。　The　closed　darkness　nauseated　him　and　he　reeled　in　panic　to　his　feet；　smashing　his　head　against　a　jutting　chunk　of　concrete　that　was　once　part　of　the　outside　wall　and　fell　back　stunned；　his　fall　protected　by　the　debris　of　an　easy　chair。　In　a　little　while　his　mind　cleared；　but　his　head　ached；　arms　ached；　body　ached。　The　phosphorescent　figures　on　his　watch　attracted　his　attention。　He　peered　at　them。　The　time　was　11：41。
　I　remember　。。。　what　do　I　remember？
　〃e　on　for　chrissake；〃　he　muttered；　〃get　with　it！　Get　yourself　together。　Where　the　hell　was　I？〃　His　eyes　traced　the　darkness　with　growing　horror。　Vague　shapes　of　girders；　broken　concrete　and　the　remains　of　a　room。　He　could　see　little　and　recognized　nothing。　Light　from　somewhere　glistened　off　a　shiny　surface。　It　was　a　wrecked　oven。　All　at　once　his　memory　flooded　back。
　〃I　was　standing　in　the　kitchen；〃　he　gasped　out　loud。　〃That's　it；　and　Orlanda　had　just　left；　about　an　hour；　no　less'n　that；　half　an　hour。　That'd　make　it　around　nine　when　。。。　when　whatever　happened　happened。　Was　it　an　earthquake？　What？〃
　Carefully　he　felt　his　limbs　and　face；　a　stab　of　pain　from　his　right　shoulder　every　time　he　moved。　〃Shit；〃　he　muttered；　knowing　it　was　dislocated。　His　face　and　nose　were　burning　and　bruised。　It　was　hard　to　breathe。　Everything　else　seemed　to　be　working；　though　every　joint　felt　as　though　he　had　been　racked　and　his　head　ached　terribly。　〃You're　okay；　you　can　breathe；　you　can　see；　you　can　。。。〃
　He　stopped；　then　groped　around　and　found　a　small　piece　of　rubble；　carefully　raised　his　hand；　then　dropped　it。　He　heard　the　sound　the　rubble　made　and　his　heart　picked　up。　〃And　you　can　hear。　Now；　what　the　hell　happened？　Jesus；　it's　like　that　time　on　Iwo　Jima。〃
　He　lay　back　to　conserve　his　strength。　〃That's　the　thing　to　do；〃　the　old　top　sergeant　had　told　them；　〃you　lay　back　and　use　your　goddamn　loaf　if　you're　caught　in　an　excavation　or　buried　by　a　bomb。　First　make　sure　you　can　breathe　safe。　Then　burrow　a　hole；　do　anything；　but　breathe　any　way　you　can；　that's　first；　then　test　your　limbs　and　hearing；　you'll　sure　as　hell　know　you　can　see　but　then　lay　back　and　get　your　goddamn　head　together　and　don't　panic。　Panic'll　kill　you。　I've　dug　out　guys　after　four　days'n　they've　been　like　a　pig　in　shit。　So　long's　you　can　breathe　and　see　and　hear；　you　can　live　a　week　easy。　Shit；　four　days's　a　piece　of　cake。　But　other　guys　we　got　to　within'n　hour'd　drowned　themselves　in　mud　or　crap　or　their　own　fear　vomit　or　beaten　their　goddamn　heads　unconscious　against　a　goddamn　piece　of　iron　when　we　was　within　a　few　feet　of　the　knuckle…heads　an'　if　they'd　just　been　lying　there　like　I　told　you；　nice'n　easy；　quiet　like；　they'd've　heard　us　and　they　could've　shouted。　Shit！　Any　you　bastards　panic　when　you're　buried　you'd　better　believe　you're　dead　men。　Sure。　Me　I　been　buried　fifty　times。　No　panic！〃
　〃No　panic。　No　sir；〃　Bartlett　said　aloud　and　felt　better；　blessing　that　man。　Once　during　the　bad　time　on　Iwo　Jima；　the　hangar　he　had　been　building　was　bombed　and　blown　up　and　he　had　been　buried。　When　he　had　dug　the　earth　out　of　his　eyes　and　mouth　and　ears；　panic　had　taken　him　and　he　had　hurled　himself　at　the　tomb　and　then　he　had　remembered；　Don't　panic；　and　forced　himself　to　stop。　He　had　discovered　himself　shivering　like　a　cowed　dog　under　the　threat　of　a　lash　but　he　had　dominated　the　terror。　Once　over　the　terror　and　whole；　he　had　looked　around　carefully。　The　bombing　had　been　during　the　day　so　he　could　see　well　enough　and　noticed　the　beginning　of　a　way　out。　But　he　had　waited；　cautiously；　remembering　instructions。　Very　soon　he　heard　voices。　He　called　out；　conserving　his　voice。
　〃That's　another　goddamn　obvious　thing；　conserve　your　voice；　huh？　You　don't　shout　yourself　hoarse　the　first　time　you　hear　help　near。　Be　patient。　Shit；　some　guys　I　know　shouted　themselves　so　goddamn　hoarse　they　was　goddamn　dumb　when　we　was　within　easy　distance　and　we　lost　'em。　Get　it　through　your　goddamn　heads；　we　gotta　have　help　to　find　you。　Don't　panic！　If　you　can't　shout；　tap；　use　anything；　make　a　noise　somehow；　but　give　us　a　sign　and　we'll　get　you　out；　so　long's　you　can　breathe　…　a　week's　easy；　no　sweat。　You　bastards　should　go　on　a　diet　anyways　。。。〃