Honey had know she wasn't marrying Weaver for love; but it wasn't only for money or because she was tired of modeling. She liked Weaver; life with him, she had thought, would be gracious and pleasant. But by the time they embarked on the cruise ship, seven months later, Honey was asking herself in despair: "What have I done?" There were, however, distractions. There was the furtive gentleman next door – what had HE done? – and his bride, to whom the strangest things happened. She almost missed the ship; she lost her luggage; and her food tasted so strange … But when Honey finally found herself staring in horror at the thing she had feared so long, it was someone else who lay lifeless on the cabin floor …