'So you are going to have a look at your precious Farnell, eh?' Jorgensen said, smiling.
'Yes,' I said. 'If it's murder, God help those who were behind it.' He was still smiling. 'Maybe we'll know more about it when Lovaas gets in.' I turned towards the door. 'I'm going to get some breakfast now. I'm damned hungry.'
I went out into the sunlight and turned down the cinder track to the factory. I wanted to hurry. But I knew they would be watching me from the office window and I forced myself to walk slowly. Not until I was across the flensing deck and in the shadow of the packing sheds did I look behind me. Nobody was following me. Apparently they didn't suspect anything.
Curtis emerged from the companionway as I vaulted over the rail.'Breakfast is ready,' he said.
To hell with breakfast,' I answered. 'Let go the fore and aft warps.' I pushed past him to the hatch. 'Carter!' I called down.
'Yes sir?'
'Get the engine started — and quick.'
'Aye, aye, sir.'
Curtis, without waiting to think out the reason for my order, had jumped on to the quay and tossed the for'ard warp on to the deck. The after warp followed. 'What's the idea?' he asked as he clambered on board again.
'Lovaas,' I said. 'I want to see him before Jorgensen has a chance to get to work on him.'