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 〃An hour? But the cigarette end…〃
 
 〃Do you believe now that the fire was caused deliberately?〃 I asked。
 
 〃Of course。〃 She stared at me; wide…eyed。
 
 〃Right。 And we're dealing; obviously; with hardened professional criminals。 The whole success of their plan depended on causing this excitement。 Do you for a moment believe that they were going to let the whole thing hinge on the mere off…chance of a smouldering butt…end setting some papers alight…especially setting them alight at the correct moment?〃
 
 〃But how…〃
 
 〃Easy。 You can get a little plastic tube with a central position shield dividing it into two partments。 In one partment you have a free acid; in the other a different acid enclosed in a glass tube。 All you have to do is to crush the tube; break the glass; drop the tube in your chosen spot; walk away and after a predetermined time the acid that was in the glass eats through the shield; meets the other acid and starts a fire。 It's been used hundreds of times; especially in war…time sabotage。 If you're an arsonist looking for a cast…iron alibi and want to be five miles away when the fire starts; it's the perfect answer。〃
 
 〃There way a funny smell…〃 she began slowly。
 
 〃You bet there was。 Can you remember who went there?〃
 
 〃It's no good。〃 She shook her head。 〃I was in the galley most of the time; getting the meal ready。〃
 
 〃Who were in the front two seats…those nearest the galley?〃
 
 〃Miss LeGarde and Mr Corazzini。 And I'm afraid that's not much help。 We know Marie LeGarde can't have had anything to do with it。 And Mr Corazzini is the one person I'm sure didn't leave his seat before dinner。 He had a gin soon after take…off; then switched off his reading light; draped a newspaper over his head and went to sleep。〃
 
 〃Are you sure?〃
 
 〃Quite sure。 I always peek through the cabin door from time to time; and he was always there。〃
 
 〃That seems to cut him out;〃 I said thoughtfully。 〃And reduce the number of suspects…though; I suppose; he could still have got an acplice to plant the acid tube。〃 Then; suddenly; I had what was; for me; an inspiration。 〃Tell me; Miss Ross; did anyone ask you earlier in the evening when dinner would be?〃
 
 She looked at me for a long moment before answering; and even in the fading light of the aurora I could see the understanding ing into her eyes。
 
 〃Mrs Dansby…Gregg did; I'm sure。〃
 
 〃She would。 Anyone else。〃
 
 〃Yes。 I remember now。〃 Her voice was suddenly very quiet。 〃Colonel Harrison…but he doesn't count any more…and Mr Zagero。〃
 
 〃Zagero?〃 In my excitement I bent forward until my face was almost touching hers。 〃Are you sure?〃
 
 〃I'm sure。 I remember when he asked me; I said; 〃Are you feeling peckish; sir?〃 and he grinned and said; 〃My dear air hostess; I always feel peckish。〃
 
 〃Well; well。 This is most interesting。〃
 
 〃Do you think Mr Zagero…〃
 
 〃I'm at the stage where I'm afraid to think anything。 I've been wrong too often。 But it's a straw in the wind all right…a straw about the size of a haystack。。 。 。 Was he anywhere near you when the radio fell? Behind you; for instance; when you rose and brushed against the radio table?〃
 
 〃No; he was by the hatch; I'm sure of that。 Could he…〃
 
 〃He couldn't。 Joss and I worked it out。 Somebody had pushed one of the table hinges right home and the other until it was at the critical point of balance。 Then as you stood up he pushed the other in。 From a distance。 There was a long…handled brush lying there …but it had no significance for us at the time。。 。 。 When you heard the crash you whirled round; didn't you?〃 She nodded without speaking。
 
 〃And what did you see?〃
 
 〃Mr Corazzini…〃
 
 〃We know he dived for it;〃 I said impatiently。 〃But in the background; against the wall?〃
 
 〃There was someone。〃 Her voice was barely more than a whisper。 〃But no…no; it couldn't have been。 He'd been sitting dozing on the floor; and he got the fright of his life when…〃
 
 〃For heaven's sake!〃 I cut in harshly。 〃Who was it?〃
 
 〃Solly Levin。〃
 
 The brief twilight of noon came and went; the cold steadily deepened and by late in the evening it seemed that we had been on board that lurching; roaring tractor all our lives。
 
 Twice only we stopped in the course of that interminable day; for refuelling at 4 p。m。 and 8 p。m。 I chose these times because I had arranged with Joss that I would try to contact him every fourth hour。 But though we set up the apparatus outside while Jackstraw was refuelling and Corazzini sat astride the bicycle seat and cranked the generator handle while I tapped out our call sign for almost ten unbroken minutes; no shadow of an answer came through。 I had expected none。 Even if by some miracle Joss had managed to fix the set; the ionosphere turbulence that had caused the aurora would have almost certainly killed any chance of making contact。 But I'd promised Joss; and I had to keep faith。
 
 By the time I made the second try; everyone; even Jackstraw and myself; was shaking and shivering in the bitter cold。
 
 Normally; we wouldn't have felt it much…in very cold weather we wore two plete sets of furs; the inner one with the fur inside; the outer with the fur outside。 But we'd given our extra pairs away to Corazzini and Zagero…furs were essential in that ice…box of a tractor cabin…and suffered just as much as the others。
 
 Occasionally; someone would jump down from the tractor and run alongside to try to get warm; but so exhausted were most from sleeplessness; hunger; cold and eternally bracing themselves against the lurching of the tractor; that they were staggering from exhaustion within minutes and had to e aboard again。 And when they did e aboard; the sweat from their exertions in such heavy clothes turned ice…cold on their bodies; putting them in worse case than ever; until finally I had to stop it。
 
 It grieved me to do what had to be done; what I saw must be done; but there was no help for it。 The weariness; the cold and the sleeplessness could be borne no longer。 When I finally gave the order to stop it was ten minutes after midnight; and we had been driving continuously; except for brief fuel and radio halts; for twenty…seven hours。
 
 
 CHAPTER EIGHT…Wednesday 4 A。M。…8 P。M。
 
 Despite our exhaustion; despite our almost overwhelming need for sleep; I don't think anyone slept that night; even for a moment; for to have slept would have been to freeze to death。
 
 I had never known such cold。 Even with twelve of us jam…packed inside a tiny wooden box built to hold five sleeping people at the most; even with the oil fire roaring up the chimney all night long and wanned by a couple of cups of piping hot coffee apiece; we all of us suffered agonies during these dark hours。 The chattering of teeth; the St Vitus' dance of tremor…ridden limbs knocking against the thin uninsulated wooden walls; the constant rubbing as someone sought to restore life to a frozen face or arm or foot。 These were the sounds that never ceased。 How the elderly Marie LeGarde or the sick Mahler survived that night was indeed a matter for wonder。
 
 But survive they did; for when I looked at my luminous watch; saw that it was almost four o'clock and decided that enough was enough; both of them were wide awake when I switched on the little overhead light。 Weak enough normally; that light was now no more than a feeble yellow glow… an ominous sign; it meant that even the tractor batteries were beginning to freeze up…but enough to see the crowded circle of faces; white and blue and yellowing with frostbite; the smoke…like exhalations that clouded in the air before them with every breath they took; the film of slick ice that already covered the walls and all of the roof except for a few inches round the stove pipe exit。 As a spectacle of suffering; of sheer unrelieved misery; I don't think I have ever seen its equal。
 
 〃Insomnia; eh; Doc?〃 It was Corazzini speaking; his teeth chattering between the words。 〃Or just forgotten to plug in your electric blanket?〃
 
 〃Just an early riser; Mr Corazzini。〃 I glanced round the haggard and pain…filled faces。 〃Anybody here slept at all?〃
 
 I was answered by mute headshakes from everybody。
 
 〃Anybody likely to sleep?〃
 
 Again the headshakes。
 
 〃That settles it。〃 I struggled to my feet。 〃It's only 4 a。m。; but if we're going to freeze to death we might as well freeze on the move。 Not only that; but another few hours in this temperature; and that tractor engine will never start again。 What do you think; Jackstraw?〃
 
 〃I'll get the blow…torches;〃 he said by way of answer; and pushed his way out through the canvas screen。 Almost at once I heard him begin to cough violently in the deadly cold of the air outside; and; in the intervals between the coughing; we could clearly hear the dry rustling crackling of his breath as the moisture condensed; froze and drifted away in the all but imperceptible breeze。
 
 Corazzini and I followed; choking and gasping in turn as that glacial cold seared through throat and lungs; adjusting masks and goggles until not a millimetre of flesh was left exposed。 Abreast the driving cabin I drew out my torch and glanced at the alcohol thermometer…ordinary mercury froze solid at…38°…then looked again in disbelief。 The red spirit inside the glass had sunk down to within an inch of the bulb and stood on the line of …68°…exactly one hundred degrees of frost。 Still well below Wegener's …85°; further short still of the incredible …125° that the Russians had recorded at the Vostok in Antarctica; but nevertheless the lowest; by almost fifteen degrees; that I had ever experienced。 And that it should happen now…now; two hundred miles from the nearest human habitation; with Jackstraw and myself stuck with two murderers; a possibly dying man; seven other passengers rapidly weakening from exposure; exhaustion and lack of food; and a superannuated tractor that was due to pack up at any moment at all。
 
 Over an hour later I had cause to revise the last part of that estimate…it seemed that the tractor had already packed up。 I had had my first intimation of trouble to e when I had switched on the ignition and pressed the ho

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