All by Myself, Alone

During the first three days of the voyage Gregory Morrison constantly was vigilant for even the smallest detail that might be short of perfection.

A bulky six-footer with piercing brown eyes and a full head of silver hair, Morrison was a formidable figure. Everyone was afraid of him, from the chef and his assistants to the clerks behind the various desks, to the attendants in the restaurants and suites. That was why when Captain Fairfax asked to see him, Morrison’s first question was “Is anything wrong?”

“I think we should have the discussion in the privacy of your suite, sir.”

“I hope you’re not going to tell me another passenger has gone overboard,” Morrison thundered. “Come up immediately.”

He already had the door open when Captain Fairfax, John Saunders and Dr. Blake arrived together. When he saw Dr. Blake, he asked, “Don’t tell me somebody else is dead!” he exclaimed.

“I’m afraid it’s worse than that, Mr. Morrison,” the Captain said. “It’s not just somebody. It’s Lady Emily Haywood who was found dead in the bedroom of her suite this morning.”

“Lady Emily Haywood!” Morrison exploded. “What happened to her?”

It was Dr. Blake who answered. “Lady Haywood did not die of natural causes. She was suffocated by a pillow that was held over her face. There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that it was a homicide.”

Morrison’s face was normally ruddy, as though he had been in a cold wind. Now as the other three men watched, it paled to a pasty gray.

Clenching and unclenching his fists, he asked, “She was wearing the Cleopatra necklace last night. Did you find it in her room?”

“The safe was open and her jewelry was dumped out of it. The Cleopatra necklace was missing,” Saunders said quietly.

For a long minute Morrison said nothing. His first thoughts were of how to keep the news of her murder quiet. And of the terrible publicity that would inevitably follow if word leaked out.

“Who else knows about this?” he asked.

“Besides the four of us, Raymond Broad, the butler to Lady Em’s suite. He was the one who found the body. I told him that I believed she had died of natural causes,” Dr. Blake said.

“The fact that she was murdered absolutely must not leave this room. Captain Fairfax, you will compose a message to be broadcast saying that she passed away peacefully in her sleep. And not one word about the missing necklace.”

“If I can make a suggestion, Mr. Morrison, when the authorities come on board in Southampton, their first question will be what we did to preserve the crime scene and to control who entered or left her suite so that any potential evidence would be preserved. That said, we will have to go back to the suite to remove the body to the morgue,” Saunders said.

“Can we wait until the middle of the night to remove the body?” Morrison asked.

“Sir, that would not be wise and might arouse suspicion,” Dr. Blake said. “Since we must announce the death, it would not seem unusual that the body, covered of course, would be moved to the ship’s morgue.”

“Take her down when most passengers are at lunch,” Morrison ordered. “What do we know about the butler, Raymond Broad?” he asked.

Saunders responded. “As I said before, he is the one who discovered her body. The previous evening she had requested breakfast in her room and he was delivering it. By the time he found her, she had been dead for at least five to six hours. Whoever committed the crime did so at approximately three o’clock in the morning. About Mr. Broad, he has worked at your companies for fifteen years, including his time at Morrison River Cruises. He has never been linked to any infractions.”

“Whoever did this, did they break into her room?”

“There’s no sign of any damage to her door lock.”

“Who else would have had a key to her room?”

“We know her longtime assistant Brenda Martin had a duplicate key,” Saunders said. “But if I may remind you, the international thief, the so-called Man with One Thousand Faces, is rumored to be aboard the ship. In fact, if the Internet is to be believed, he has even announced his presence here. Someone of his ingenuity would know a way to bypass her door lock and gain entrance to her safe.”

“Why was I not told that a jewel thief was on board?” Morrison roared.

This time it was Fairfax who responded. “I did send a note to you, sir, informing you that a member of Interpol traveling as a guest is here to provide additional security.”

“Well, obviously the idiot is doing a great job!”

“Sir,” Saunders inquired, “should we notify the legal department and ask for their guidance?”

“I don’t want their guidance,” Morrison exploded. “I want to get to Southampton on time with no more incidents and get that damn body off my ship.”

“Another thing, sir. Presumably, the jewelry on the floor is very valuable. If we leave it there, we run the risk of it,” he paused, “disappearing. If we go in and retrieve it—”

“I know,” Morrison interrupted. “We run the risk of unnecessarily disturbing a crime scene.”

“I did take the liberty, sir, of posting a guard outside the door to her suite,” Saunders said.

Morrison ignored him. “You’re sure there’s no chance this butler did it? If he did it, I don’t want to know about it. You know, or should know, that if an employee is guilty of the crime, I as owner of the ship am absolutely liable in any lawsuits that may be filed.” Morrison began to pace up and down the room squeezing his hands into fists. “We know about this Brenda Martin, her assistant,” he said. “Besides her, who else was traveling in Lady Haywood’s party?”

“Roger Pearson, the man who fell overboard, was her financial advisor and the executor of her estate; he and his wife Yvonne and Brenda Martin were the guests of Lady Haywood.”

“I saw the people at her dinner table,” Morrison said. “Who was that beautiful young woman? I met her at the cocktail party, but I can’t remember her name.”

“It’s Celia Kilbride. She is one of our guest lecturers, as is Professor Longworth,” Saunders said.

“Her topic is the history of famous gems,” Captain Fairfax added.

“Mr. Morrison,” Saunders said, “I believe it would be wise for me to speak to the passengers who were in the suites near Lady Haywood’s to see if they heard any sounds of a disturbance or saw anyone in the hallway outside her suite.”

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