 How does Pembrook feel about Mary Ann?
THE PERFECTIONISTS By ARNOLD CASTLE ILLUSTRATED by SUMMERS Is there something wrong with you? The series of events leading up to Pembroke's present occupation had commenced on a dismal, overcast evening in the South Pacific a year earlier. Standing on the forward deck, Pembroke was one of the first to perceive the peculiar odor and to spot the immense gray hulk wallowing in the murky distance. Pembroke came as close to being a professional adventurer as one can in these days of regimented travel, organized peril, and political restriction. Life had given him much and demanded little, which was perhaps the reason for his restiveness. Loyalty to person or to people was a trait Pembroke had never recognized in himself, nor had it ever been expected of him. And yet he greatly envied those staunch patriots and lovers who could find it in themselves to elevate the glory and safety of others above that of themselves. Lacking such loyalties, Pembroke adapted quickly to the situation in which he found himself when he regained consciousness. His situation could have been any small western American seacoast city. One in particular, an attractive woman of about thirty, tossed back her long, chestnut locks and gazed up intently at Pembroke as he passed. "You're not casual enough, for one thing," said Pembroke, deciding to play along with her for the moment. But I don't know what to do about my knees," she said wistfully, staring across at the smooth, tan limbs. Pembroke watched with lifted eyebrows as the clerk whisked the bizarre statuette underneath the counter. "Don't try to go so fast and you won't fall down," suggested Pembroke. "Well, they've got a point," said Pembroke. "Incidentally, just where are we, anyway? "Puerto Pacifico," she told him. But as he left the shop he began checking off every west coast state, city, town, and inlet. None, to the best of his knowledge, was called Puerto Pacifico. Pembroke watched him hurry off to service a car with a sense of having been given the runaround. "Perfect," Pembroke told him. "Yeah, it's kinda isolated. "All cargo ships, I'll bet. No passengers," said Pembroke. The topic of the conversation turned out to be precisely what Pembroke had predicted. "Well, Louisa, I'd say your only fault is the way you keep wigglin' your shoulders up 'n' down.
 Mary Ann is a means to an end for Pembrook.
 Pembrook is in love with Mary Ann.  Pembrook feels betrayed by Mary Ann because she was plotting to kill him.  At, first Mary Ann was a means to an end, but now Pembrook is in love with her.  Mary Ann is a means to an end for Pembrook.