Passage by Night - Jack Higgins [12]
Manning swallowed the rest of his coffee and stood up. 'I've got a better idea. You go see Bill. I'll call at the shipping office and ask them for another copy of that passenger list. That'll tell us where the other two were staying.'
Viner nodded. 'I'll meet you at the Old Ship then. What about the police?'
Manning shrugged. 'Joe won't get back till late this afternoon. Our bird could have flown the coop by then. I wouldn't like that to happen.'
'I don't think I should, either,' Viner said.
Manning left him there, went down the steps and turned along the waterfront. Seth was sitting on the sea wall talking to two sailors. He jumped down and crossed the dusty road.
'We going out today, Harry?'
Manning shook his head. 'I don't think so.'
He felt as if he were under deep water and everything seemed to move in slow motion. All sounds were muffled and far off. Even his own voice seemed to belong to a stranger and again he had that peculiar feeling that it was only a dream. That somehow he would wake up and that everything would be different.
The shipping office was dark and cool when he went inside. The black clerk was drinking a glass of ice water and he put it down hastily, his face sober.
'What can I do for you, Mr Manning?'
'I'd like a look at that passenger list,' Manning said. 'The one you showed Sergeant Howard.'
As the clerk started to search through a mass of papers, the door at the rear opened and a young black man entered. As he took off his jacket, the first man found what he was looking for.
'This is it, Mr Manning. This is the one Sergeant Howard took a copy of. 'Course I didn't make the original out. That was Bill here. He's the night man.'
Bill moved forward, glanced at the passenger list and nodded. 'That's it, Mr Manning. That's the final copy I made after Mr Walker left.'
'Final copy?' Manning said. 'What's that supposed to mean?'
'Well, sometimes people don't show up for the flight,' he explained. 'When that happens we miss them off the final copy.'
Manning felt a coldness inside him. In that single instant, everything jumped back into focus. He leaned across the counter and said carefully, 'Did someone fail to make the flight last night?'
The clerk nodded. 'A Mr Garcia. He booked his seat around noon, but didn't show up at flight time.'
'And what about his luggage?'
'Oh, that was on the plane. I told him it had to be here by seven. Mr Walker liked it stowed aboard early.'
'Did you tell Sergeant Howard about this?'
The young clerk shook his head. 'I ain't seen him yet. Been sleeping. Only just heard about the accident half an hour ago. That's why I came in.'
Manning turned slowly, found Seth standing at his shoulder. 'You know what this means?'
Seth nodded soberly. 'He'll have left the island by now, Harry. Probably all arranged beforehand.'
Manning shook his head. 'Never mind that. Get down to the harbour quick. See if you can find a boat that left last night, probably for Nassau. It shouldn't be too difficult. I'm going to see Viner. I'll meet you at the boat.'
Seth trotted away and Manning turned back along the waterfront. The Old Ship was a couple of hundred yards farther on, not far from the jetty. As he approached, he saw Viner standing by the main gate.
The German spread his hands in a vague Continental gesture. 'No luck, Harry. Bill Lumley hasn't taken on any new help since last season. All his present staff are islanders. Been with him for years.'
'I've had a little more luck than that,' Manning told him. 'They missed someone off the passenger list. Man called Garcia. Apparently he never showed at flight time, but his luggage went aboard.'
'Do you think he'll still be here?'
'Not a chance. I've sent Seth along the waterfront to see what he can find out.'
At that moment there was a shout and they turned to see Seth running towards them. Sweat poured down the big man's face and his chest was heaving.
'You were right, Harry. Manny Johnson took someone over to Nassau and it sounds like our man. He was sitting in Flo's Bar around