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recovered, grabbed the pole and hugged it as if I would never let go. I knew at that moment what it must be like to be condemned to death and then live again, it was the most wonderful feeling I had ever experienced. And then the relief and the exultation gradually faded and anger returned to take its place, a cold, vicious, all-consuming anger of which I would never have believed myself capable. With my stick stretched up and running along the rimed antenna cable to guide me, I ran all the way back to the cabin. I was vaguely surprised to see shadows still moving in the lamp-lit screen that surrounded the tractorit was almost impossible for me to realise that I had been gone no more than thirty minutes -but I passed by, opened the hatch and dropped down into the cabin. Joss was still in the far corner, working on the big radio, and the four women were huddled close round the stove. The stewardess, I noticed, wore a parkaone she had borrowed from Jossand was rubbing her hands above the flame. "Cold, Miss Ross?" I inquired solicitously. At least, I had meant it to sound that way, but even to myself my voice sounded hoarse and strained. "And why shouldn't she be, Dr Mason?" Marie LeGarde snapped. "Dr Mason', I noted. "She's just spent the last fifteen minutes or so with the men on the tractor." "Doing what?" "I was giving them coffee." For the first time the stewardess showed some spirit. "What's so wrong in that?" "Nothing," I said shortly. Takes you a damned long time to pour a cup of coffee, I thought savagely. "Most kind, I'm sure." Massaging my frozen face, I walked away into the food tunnel, nodding to Joss. He joined me immediately. "Somebody just tried to murder me out there," I said without preamble. "Murder you!" Joss stared at me for a long moment, then his eyes narrowed. "I'll believe anything in this lot." "Meaning?" "I was looking for some of the radio spares a moment agoa few of them seem to be missing, but that's not the point. The spares, as you know, are next to the explosives. Someone's been tampering with them." The explosives!" I had a momentary vision of some maniac placing a stick of gelignite under the tractor. "What's missing?" "Nothing, that's what so damned funny. I checked, all the explosives are there. But they're scattered everywhere, all mixed up with fuses and detonators." "Who's been in here this afternoon?" He shrugged. sony digital cameras cyber-shot dsc-t200r "Who hasn't?" It was true enough. Everyone had been coming and going there all afternoon and evening, the men for a hundred and one pieces of equipment for the tractor body, the women for food and stores. And, of course, our primitive toilet lay at the farthest end of the tunnel. "What happened to you, sir?" Joss asked quietly. I told him, and watched his face tighten till the mouth was a thin white line in the dark face. Joss knew what it meant to be lost on the ice-cap. "The murderous, cold-blooded she-devil," he said softly. "We'll have to nail her, sir, we'll have to, or God only knows who's next on her list. Butbut won't we have to have proof or confession or something? We can't just" "I'm going to get both," I said. The bitter anger still dominated my mind to the exclusion of all else. "Right now." I walked out of the tunnel and across the cabin to where the stewardess was sitting. "We've overlooked something, Miss Ross," I said abruptly. "The food in your galley on the plane. It might make all the difference between life and death. How much is there?" "In the galley? Not very much, I'm afraid. Only odds and ends for snacks, if anyone was hungry. It was a night flight, Dr Mason, and they had already had their evening meal." Followed by a very special brand of coffee, I thought grimly. "Doesn't matter how little it is," I said. "It might be invaluable. I'd like you to come and show me where it is." "Can't it wait?" The protest came from Marie LeGarde. "Can't you see that the poor girl is chilled to death?" "Can't you see that I am too?" I snapped. It was a measure of the mood I was in when I could bring myself to speak like that to Marie LeGarde. "Coming, Miss Ross?" She came. I was taking no chances this time, so I carried with me the big searchlight with its portable battery and another torch, and gave the stewardess an armful of bamboos. When we had reached the top of the hatchway steps she waited for me to lead the way, but I told her to walk in front. I wanted to watch her hands. The snow was easing now, the wind dropping and visibility just a little improved. We walked the length of the antenna line, angled off a little way north of east, setting down an occasional bamboo, and were at the plane within ten minutes of leaving the cabin. "Right," I said. "You first, Miss Ross. Up you go."