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"
It
’
s
still
not
loud
enough
,
"
said
Dick
,
a
little
too
late
.
"
So
I
am
actually
a
notorious
—
"
Golding
crushed
out
the
phrase
with
his
voice
saying
:
"
What
!
What
!
"
and
moved
his
guests
on
out
,
with
the
threat
of
his
powerful
body
.
Turning
the
corner
of
the
door
Nicole
saw
that
Dick
was
still
sitting
at
the
table
.
She
was
furious
at
the
woman
for
her
preposterous
statement
,
equally
furious
at
Dick
for
having
brought
them
here
,
for
having
become
fuddled
,
for
having
untipped
the
capped
barbs
of
his
irony
,
for
having
come
off
humiliated
—
she
was
a
little
more
annoyed
because
she
knew
that
her
taking
possession
of
Tommy
Barban
on
their
arrival
had
first
irritated
the
Englishwoman
.
A
moment
later
she
saw
Dick
standing
in
the
gangway
,
apparently
in
complete
control
of
himself
as
he
talked
with
Golding
;
then
for
half
an
hour
she
did
not
see
him
anywhere
about
the
deck
and
she
broke
out
of
an
intricate
Malay
game
,
played
with
string
and
coffee
beans
,
and
said
to
Tommy
:
"
I
’
ve
got
to
find
Dick
.
"
Since
dinner
the
yacht
had
been
in
motion
westward
.
The
fine
night
streamed
away
on
either
side
,
the
Diesel
engines
pounded
softly
,
there
was
a
spring
wind
that
blew
Nicole
’
s
hair
abruptly
when
she
reached
the
bow
,
and
she
had
a
sharp
lesion
of
anxiety
at
seeing
Dick
standing
in
the
angle
by
the
flagstaff
.
His
voice
was
serene
as
he
recognized
her
.
"
It
’
s
a
nice
night
.
"
"
I
was
worried
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
were
worried
?
"
