She wanted to look away but couldn’t. Her stomach clenched and she gulped in air, imagining what it must be like to be trapped underwater, struggling to breathe. As she watched, beset by a terrible sense of helplessness, the swimmers finally reached the boat. With what seemed to be excruciating slowness, Frank Ennis’s limp body was hoisted aboard. Although the men worked frantically to get him out of the diving suit and Ben was clearly doing all he could to revive him, nothing had any effect. Well before they began their slow journey back to shore, it was obvious to Diana that Miss Dunbar had been right. Frank Ennis was dead. “How could the pump fail as long as your men kept working it?” “I don’t know.” Miss Dunbar’s voice was so flat that Diana turned to look at her. Her expression was equally devoid of emotion. She stood with her arms tightly pressed against her sides and her hands fisted, stiff and silent as a statue. Only the tracks of tears on her cheeks betrayed the depth of her feelings for the dead man.
