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WEALTH OF THE ISLANDS

Isobel Chace

 

Helen Hastings had hardly been married when her husband Michael went out to the Pacific on a diving expedition and died there.

Curiosity about his death, and the feeling that she ought to help finish his work, made Helen go out there herself and try to join the expedition. But Gregory de Vaux, who was in charge of it,
had other ideas

 

CHAPTER ONE

HELEN

S first sight of the Islands was from the
aeroplane that had brought her from New Zealand, hopping from one group of islands to the next right across the Pacific Ocean. They spread out beneath her in the shape of a rather battered horseshoe with a long coral reef practically enclosing the open end. Through the gap, boats of varying sizes came and went, some of them transporting goods from one island to another, others setting out on the longer voyage to Fiji or Samoa, or even to the New Hebrides.


Pretty, ain

t it?

the pilot remarked laconically.

Pretty was an understatement, Helen thought. The
Islands were the most delicious shade of green, edged with silver-white sands and set in a very blue sea.
Even from a height she could see the palm trees waving gently in the soft breeze, their heads nodding towards each other in a slow, stately dance.


I

m going down,

the pilot said suddenly.

You can see
the
landing strip jutting out into the sea over there. There wasn

t an island big enough in Melonga
to take an airstrip. Before the war, you had to come by boat or not at all, but they made this soon enough when the Japs were coming.

He grinned, enjoying her reaction of dismay as she saw what he meant by airstrip. From the sky it looked more like a fragile jetty protruding out into a shallow green
c
oloured bay.


Is it long enough?

she asked huskily.

His grin grew broader.

I

ll set you down all right,

he promised.

Even so, she shut her eyes tight as they swooped
down towards the island and only
opened them when she felt the wheels of the aircraft lurch on to a solid surface and knew that they were safely down.


Feel better?

the pilot asked unsympathetically.


More or less,

she agreed. And then she laughed.

Is there anything else on this island except the airstrip
?”
she wondered.


Not much.

He shrugged his shoulders.

The hotel is on the main island. There

ll be a boat along some time to take you there, I dare say.


And what will you do?

As far as she could see there was nothing on the island at all except a collection of huts and a fringe of palm trees that were growing, tall and straggly, round the inland end of the strip.


I

ll be getting on.

He smiled across at her, his eyes unbelievably blue.

But I

ll be back to see you some time, don

t you worry about that! Shall I find you at the hotel?

Helen nodded doubtfully.

I

ll leave your my address there whatever I do,

she promised. She twisted the wedding-ring on her finger nervously.

That is,

she added,

if I stay at all.


Oh, you

ll stay! They won

t let you get away!

he comforted her cheerfully.

A pretty girl like you can be sure of a welcome anywhere!


Even with Gregory de Vaux?

she queried bitterly.


Can

t say I know the man personally,

the pilot said.

But I guess he

s human like the rest of us!

Helen smiled at him gratefully.

Did you know Michael
?”
she asked him next.


Who else do you suppose flew him out here?

the pilot retorted.

Look, if you

ll take a word of advice from me, you won

t worry so. You get yourself fixed up and I

ll fly your sister-in-law in to you next time I come. With the two of you together, you can hardly get into much trouble, can you
?”

Helen

s spirits recovered enough to enable her to giggle.

Heaven knows,

she said,

we

ve led a pretty respectable life this last year!


Well, there you are then!

He pulled off his flying gear and opened the door in the main cabin of the plane for her to alight.

You

ll find the Customs in one of those sheds,

he told her.

They

ll see you right.

Bye now, Helen, it

s been a joy to have you on board
!”

She shook hands with him, thinking how odd it was that on this side of the world one never rated a surname. No one had called her Mrs. Hastings since she had arrived in New Zealand. It was Helen all the even from people she had never met before and never would again.


Good luck!

the pilot called after her as she clambered down the steps and began to walk across the strip of concrete towards the shacks on the other side.


Thanks,

she called back.

And thanks for flying me out!

He made a gesture in the air, signifying his approval.

It was great!

he assured her.

Made a change from the normal freight I bring here, I can tell you!

Helen hesitated, wondering if she should ask him to treat her sister-in-law gently. Poor Anita, who had never flown anywhere in her whole life. But she thought better of it, waved her hand in a friendly salute and turned her face towards the Islands and the formalities of arrival there.

Michael Hastings had been a peculiarly handsome young man. The first time Helen had seen him she had been completely bowled over by his bright blue eyes, so curiously like the pilot

s She had just left, and his floppy fair hair that was always in his eyes. It had only been a matter of time before she had thought she
was in love with him, and hardly any time after that she had been sure of it
.

They had met on a wild holiday scheme, organised by a group of students, that had gone diving off the coast of Ireland, hoping to find the wreck of one of the ships of the Spanish Armada, long rumoured to have come to grief somewhere in the vicinity. They hadn

t found mu
c
h, but she and Michael had been far too busy discovering one another to care.


What brought you on such a holiday?

he had asked her.


I enjoy it,

she had answered. She had been too shy to tell him that diving had long been the major passion of her life. She was good at it too, and had spent most of her holidays helping out with one expedition or another. Because she was a teacher she had long holidays and she had made the most of them.


What are you doing here
?”
she had asked him in her turn.

He had grinned at her.

Bird-spotting!

he had told her frankly.

They had been inseparable after that. Sometimes Helen had been aware of an impatience within her when she had watched Michael dive with the others. She was a perfectionist about these things, she admitted that, but even so she hadn

t been able to approve of Michael

s exuberant technique, or of the risks he took. He in his turn had laughed at her safety precautions and had accused her of cowardice.

It

s forgivable in a woman,

he had added,

but it wouldn

t be in a man!

And for some reason neither of them had fully understood, they had collapsed into helpless laughter.

A few weeks later they had been married. The service had been a terrifying ordeal, dominated for Helen by the presence of Michael

s mother, who was the most terrible and forbidding person she had ever met. In a way, Helen had thought afterwards, it
hadn

t been her wedding at all. Mrs. Hastings, senior, had made that devastatingly clear. It had been
Michael

s
wedding, his mother had made quite sure of that. Even the guests had been greeted by Michael and his mother, with Michael

s sister, Anita, trailing along behind, her cheeks pale and her eyes anxious.

That had been the cause of their first quarrel. It had been a rather one-sided quarrel, with her throwing all the hurtful words she could think of and Michael remaining maddeningly calm and forgiving. One grew used to Mother, had been his favourite slogan. Only Helen had never grown used to his mother and knew even then that she never would.

And then three weeks later, while she had still been in the gorgeous golden glow of a thoroughly successful honeymoon, Michael had broken the news to her that he was off to the other side of the world. He had decided to go diving in the Melonga Islands for gold.


It was my father

s ship, you know,

he had told her proudly.

He was sent by the Navy to pick up the Islands

gold just before the Japanese swept across the Pacific in the last war. The ship ran against a hidden coral reef and sank without trace. But there

s a chap who

s going to get the gold out. He

s working for the Melongan Government. There

s an advertisement in today

s paper for divers. I

m going to apply.

At first Helen hadn

t objected very strenuously. She had looked up the Islands in an atlas and had found them at last, a sprinkling of dots lost amidst the bright blue of the Pacific.


When do we leave?

she had asked.

I can

t wait to dive in the Pacific. My father always said it was the best place in the world!

Michael had looked put out and quite sulky.

That

s the point,

he had said at last.

You don

t leave. You

re going to stay with Mother and Anita until I get back. I

ve arranged it all with Mother. She says there isn

t any point in paying rent for this place just for one, and I agree with her. I

m sorry, darling, but that

s the way it has to be! This chap doesn

t go for women mucking up the expedition anyway
!”

She had argued, of course. She had said some pretty bitter things which she knew she would regret for the rest of her life. But it had all been to no avail. She might just as well have saved her breath. Michael had gathered his gear together with a good humour that appeared not to even notice her objections to being left in such a fashion. Helen had never come across such tactics before, and long before he actually left, she had had to admit that she had lost the battle on all fronts. She had even been forced to agree that she would stay with his mother and Anita while he was away, though she knew that she would hate every minute of it—and so would her mother-in-law.

For three months she had existed rather than lived in the strained atmosphere that the Hastings called family life. Then a telegram had come from Melonga, addressed simply to Mrs. Hastings. Her mother-in-law had opened it with an expressionless face. When she had read it, she had folded it carefully, and put it away in her pocket.


Michael is dead,

she had said to Helen, and then she had calmly and deliberately walked out of
the room.

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