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〃And if I can't dig any dirt？〃 Felicia said； searching for an out。 〃It's no secret her political career is unblemished。〃
〃Nobody is perfect。〃
〃What would I look for？〃
〃Loren Smith is an attractive single woman。 She must have a sex life。〃
〃What if she does？〃 Felicia argued。 〃Every single girl has her share of love affairs。 And as long as she has no husband； you can't manufacture a scandal out of adultery。〃
Daggat smiled。 〃How astute of you。 We shall do exactly that… manufacture a scandal。〃
〃Loren deserves better。〃
〃If she throws her support to our cause； she needn't worry about her secrets' going public。〃
Felicia bit her lip。 〃No； I will not stab a friend in the back。 Besides； Hiram would never pardon such a malignity。〃
Daggat refused to play her game。 〃Indeed？ You may have slept with the savior of Africa； but I doubt if you ever truly read the man beneath the skin。 Look up his past sometime。 Hiram Lusana makes Al Capone and Jesse James look like sissies。 It gets thrown in my face every time I stand up for him。〃 Then Daggat's eyes narrowed。 〃Aren't you forgetting how he literally sold you to me？〃
〃I haven't forgotten。〃
Felicia turned away and stared out the window。
Daggat squeezed her hand。 〃Don't worry；〃 he said； smiling。 〃Nothing will happen that will leave any scars。〃
She raised his hand and kissed it； but she didn't believe his words； not for an instant。
30
Unlike her famous parent ship the Monitor； the Chenago was virtually unknown to all but a handful of naval historians。 missioned during June of 1862 in New York； she was immediately ordered to join the Union fleet blockading the entrance to Savannah。 The unfortunate Chenago never had a chance to fire her guns： an hour away from her assigned station she met a heavy sea and foundered； entombing her entire crew of forty…two men ninety feet below the waves。
Pitt sat in the conference room of the NUMA salvage ship Visalia and studied a stack of underwater photos taken by divers of the Chenago's grave。 Jack Folsom； the brawny salvagemaster； chewed a massive wad of gum and looked on； waiting for the inevitable questions。
Pitt didn't disappoint him。
〃Is the hull still intact？〃
Folsom shifted the gum。 〃No noticeable transverse cracks that we can tell。 Can't see it all； of course； since seven feet of keel is under the seafloor and the interior is filled with a yard of sand。 But I'm guessing that chances of a longitudinal break are slim。 I'll lay odds that we can lift her irt one piece。〃
〃What method do you propose？〃
〃Dollinger variable air tanks；〃 answered Folsom。 〃Sink them in pairs beside the hulk。 Then attach and fill with air。 Same basic principle that hoisted the old submarine F…four after she sank off Hawaii way back in 1915。〃
〃You'll have to use suction pumps to remove the sand。 The lighter she is； the less chance she'll pull apart。 The thick iron plate seems to have stood up well； but the heavy oak planking behind has long since rotted away its strength。〃
〃We can also remove the guns；〃 said Folsom。 〃They're accessible。〃
Pitt examined a copy of the Chenago's original designs。 The Monitor's familiar shape contained just one circular gun turret； but the Chenago possessed two； one at each end of her hull。 From within both turrets extended twin thirty…centimeter Dahlgren smoothbore cannon； weigh…ing several tons apiece。
〃The Dollinger tanks；〃 said Pitt； suddenly thoughtful； 〃how efficient are they for lifting sunken aircraft？〃
Folsom stopped in mid…chew and stared at Pitt。 〃How big？〃
〃A hundred and seventy or eighty thousand pounds； including cargo。〃
〃How deep？〃
〃One hundred forty feet。〃
Pitt could almost hear the gears whirring in Folsom's brain。 Finally the salvagemaster resumed chewing and said； 〃I'd remend derricks。〃
〃Derricks？〃
〃Two of them on stable platforms could easily lift that much weight；〃 said Folsom。 〃Besides； an aircraft is a fragile piece of hardware。 If you used the Dollinger tanks and they got the least bit out of synchronization during the lift； they could tear the plane apart。〃 He paused and looked at Pitt questioningly。 〃Why all the hypothetical questions？〃
Pitt smiled a pondering smile。 〃You never know when we might have to bring up an airplane。〃
Folsom shrugged。 〃So much for fantasy。 Now then； getting back to the Chenago 。 。 。〃
Pitt's eyes intently followed the diagrams Folsom began drawing on a blackboard。 The diving program； the air tanks； the ships on the surface； and the sunken ironclad all took shape in conjunction with Folsom's running mentary on the planned lift operation。 To all appearances； Pitt seemed keenly interested； but nothing he saw was relayed to his memory cells； his mind was two thousand miles away； deep in a Col…orado lake。
Just as Folsom was describing the proposed towing procedure once the wreck reached sunlight for the first time in 125 years； a Visalia crewman poked his head through the hatchway and gestured toward Pitt。
〃There's a shore…to…ship call for you； sir。〃
Pitt nodded； reached behind him； and picked up a phone sitting on a bulkhead shelf。
〃This is Pitt。〃
〃You're harder to track down than the abominable snowman；〃 said a voice through the background static。
〃Who is this？〃
〃Talk about shabby treatment；〃 said the voice sarcastically； 〃I slave over a messy desk until three in the morning doing you a favor and you don't even remember my name。〃
〃I'm sorry； Paul；〃 Pitt said； laughing； 〃but your voice sounds about two octaves higher over the radiophone。〃
Paul Buckner； a longtime pal of Pitt's and an agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation； lowered his pitch to his belt buckle。 〃There； is that any better？〃
〃Much。 Got any answers for me？〃
〃Everything you asked for； and then some。〃
〃I'm listening。〃
〃Well； to start with； the rank of the man you think authorized the flight orders for Vixen 03 obviously was not correct。〃
〃But 'General' was the only title that fit。〃
〃Ain't necessarily so。 The title was a seven…letter word。 All that was readable was the fifth character； which was an^？。 Quite naturally； it was assumed that since Vixen 03 was an Air Force plane piloted by an Air Force crew； its flight orders could only be authorized by an Air Force officer。〃
〃So tell me something I don't know。〃
〃Okay； wiseass； I admit it threw me； too； particularly the part where a search through Air Force personnel files failed to find any name that matched up with the known characters of our mystery officer's name。 Then it occurred to me： 'admiral' is also a seven letter word； and its fifth character is also an R。〃
Pitt felt as though the reigning heavyweight champion had suddenly rammed a right hand into his lower gut。 〃Admiral〃…the word ricocheted through his mind。 Nobody had thought to consider that an Air Force plane might have been carrying naval hardware。 Then a sobering thought brought Pitt back to earth。
〃A name？〃 he asked； almost afraid of the answer。 〃Were you able to e up with a name？〃
〃All very elementary for a prying mind like mine。 The first name was easy。 Six letters with three known； two blanks with LT followed by another blank and then an R。 That gave me 'Walter。' Now es the piece de resistance： the surname。 Four letters beginning with B and ending with 5。 And； since 'Bullshit' didn't fit and I already had the guy's rank and first name； a puter search through Bureau files and Navy records quickly made a match： 'Admiral Walter Horatio Bass。' 〃
Pitt probed further。 〃If Bass was an admiral back in 1954； he must be either past eighty years old or dead…most likely dead。〃
〃Pessimism will get you nowhere；〃 said Buckner。 〃Bass was a whiz kid。 I read his file。 It's most impressive。。 He got his first star when he was still thirty…eight years old。 For a while it looked like he was headed for Naval Chief of Staff。 But then he must have pulled a no…no or mouthed off to a superior； because he was suddenly transferred and placed in mand of a minor boondocks fleet base in the Indian Ocean； which is like being exiled to the Gobi Desert to an ambitious naval officer。 He then retired in October of 1959。 He'll be seventy…seven next December。〃
〃Are you telling me Bass is still around？〃 asked Pitt。
〃He's listed on the Navy's retirement rolls。〃
〃How about an address？〃
〃Bass owns and operates a country inn just south of Lexington； Virginia； called Anchorage House。 You know the kind…no pets or kids allowed。 Fifteen rooms plete with antique plumbing and four…poster beds； all slept in by George Washington。〃
〃Paul； I owe you one。〃
〃Care to let me in on it？〃
〃Too early。〃
〃You sure it's not some hanky…panky the Bureau should know about？〃
〃It's not in your jurisdiction。〃
〃That figures。〃
〃Thanks again。〃
〃Okay； buddy。 Write when you find work。〃
Pitt hung up the receiver and took a slow breath and grinned。 Another veil of the enigma had been pulled aside。 He decided not to contact Abe Steiger； not just yet。 He looked up at Folsom。
〃Can you cover for me over the weekend？〃
Folsom grinned back。 〃Far be it from me to insinuate the boss isn't essential to the operation； but what the hell； I think we can muddle through the next forty…eight hours without your exalted presence。 What you got cooking？〃
〃A thirty…four…year…old mystery；〃 said Pitt。 〃I'm going to dig out the answers while relaxing in the peace and quiet of a quaint country inn。〃
Folsom peered at him for several seconds； and then； seeing nothing behind Pitt's green eyes； gave up and turned back to the blackboard。
31
On the morning flight into Richmond； Pitt looked like any one of a dozen other passengers who seemed to be dozing。 His eyes were closed； but his mind was churning over the enigma of the plane in the lake。 It was unlike the Air Force to sweep an accident under the rug； he thought。 Under normal circumstances； a full…scale investigation would have been launched to determine why the crew had strayed so far off the charted course。 Logical answers eluded him； and he opened his eyes when the Eastern Airlines jet touched down and began taxiing up to the terminal。
Pitt rented a car and drove through the Virginia countryside。 The lovely； rolling landscape imparted mingled aromas of pine and fall rains。 Just past noon he turned off Interstate Eighty…one and drove into Lexington。 Not pausing to enjoy the quaint architecture of the town； he angled south on a narrow state highway。 He soon came to a sign pic…turesquely out of place with the rural surroundings； designed with a 〃。 nautical anchor weling guests and pointing up a gravel road toward the inn。
There was no one behind the desk and Pitt was reluctant to break the silence in the neat and meticulously dusted lobby。 He was about to say the hell with it and hit the bell when a tall woman； almost as tall as he in her riding boots； entered carrying a high…backed chair。 She looked to be in her early thirties and wore jeans and a matching denim blouse with a red bandana tied over her ash…blond hair。 Her skin displayed almost no evidence of a summer tan but had the smoothness of a fashion model's。 Something about her unruffled expression at abruptly noticing a stranger suggested to him a woman who was high bred； the kind who is taught to act reserved under any circumstances short of fire and earthquake。
〃I'm sorry；〃 she said； setting the chair down beside a beautifully proportioned candle stand。 〃I didn't hear you drive up。〃
〃That's an interesting chair；〃 he said。 〃Shaker； isn't it？〃
She looked at him approvingly。 〃Yes； made by Elder Henry Blinn； of Canterbury。〃
〃You have many valuable pieces here。〃
〃Admiral Bass； the owner； 〃gets the credit for what you see。〃 She moved behind the desk。 〃He's quite an authority on antique collecting； you know。〃
〃I wasn't aware of that。〃
〃Do you wish a room？〃
〃Yes； for tonight only。〃
〃A pity you can't stay longer。 A local stock theater opens in our barn the evening after next。〃
〃I've a knack for poor timing；〃 Pitt said； smiling。
Her return smile was thin and formal。 She spun the register around for him and he signed it。
〃Room fourteen。 Up the stairs and three doors to your left； Mr。 Pitt。〃
She had read his name upside down as he signed it。 〃I'm Heidi Milligan。 If you need an