Seth and Papa Melos both appeared to be dozing and Orlov stood at the grille and peered outside. Morrison paced restlessly up and down.After a while, he crouched beside Manning. 'If I don't get out of here soon, I'll go crazy.''That kind of talk won't get us anywhere. What time is it?'Morrison peered at the luminous dial of his watch. 'Two a.m.''They'll be leaving soon,' Manning said. 'Have to if they want to be off Lyford Cay by dawn. It's a three-hour run.''What are they going to do when they get there, that's what I want to know?''Perhaps they intend to plant a mine in the channel. That would fit in with her remarks about not being there when it actually happened.''But plenty of craft use that channel,' Morrison said. 'I've never heard of a mine yet that could select its victims.' He jumped to his feet. 'God, it makes me go cold all over just to think about it. Don't these crazy fools realize what they're doing? Lighting the fuse to another war. No one's ever going to believe the Cubans pulled this one on their own.''Perhaps that's exactly what they want.
