"You fool," he managed to gasp between uproars. "You stupid fool. Your desperate bluff has failed. You weren't as smart as you thought. You couldn't have known, could you? The transmitting station on Maui is no longer mine. I sold it out, lock, stock, and barrel, to the Russians six weeks ago. I haven't been monitoring your transmissions. The Russians have. The Soviet Navy paid dearly to own a radio facility so close to the United States Naval Headquarters of the Pacific. And by monitoring the 101st Fleet's messages, they hoped to find the Starbuck's whereabouts. A masterful deception, don't you agree, Major? They had no idea they were dealing with the organization that had already claimed the submarine." He looked at Pitt vengefully. "If you're waiting for a last minute reprieve, my dear Pitt, you're wasting your time. There will be no communication from Admiral Hunter; there will be no offer of surrender; there will be no atomic missile for the qualified reason that I am leaving the sea-mount. Its purpose has ended. Tomorrow I will begin moving my organization to a new location. My communication equipment here has already been dismantled and without that, there can be no contact with Pearl Harbor or anyplace else for that matter."

Pitt didn't answer. He simply stood in place, wondering if the next ten minutes would be his last.

"And that's only the half of it," Delphi sneered. "You put the Starbuck twenty miles south of here, indeed. How much practice does it take to inject so much conviction into your face when you spout so many lies?" He laughed out loud. "You were right about one thing, Pitt I could not operate the submarine with a nonexperienced crew. But I'did figure out her ballast system. At this moment every air tank is empty. Yet there she still sits imbedded on the bottom. Nothing short of a major salvage operation will pull the hull free. Months of resting in the same place has built up a suction beyond what her blown ballast is capable of breaking. Yes, a pity. Your crew of submariners are as good as dead, if they're not already dead by the hands of seven of my best men. I knew your Navy wouldn't give up so easily, I knew they'd be back for another try at reclaiming their precious submarine, so I left my most trusted men on board-men who love to kill. Against them I wouldn't give your engineering crew one chance in ten thousand."

Pitt tried to leap at Delphi, to ram his fist into the teeth under the yellow eyes. But one of the guards quickly shot him, grazing him in the left shoulder. He crashed sideways into a wall where he slowly slid onto the stone floor.

Summer gave a half-retching, half-choking scream. Her eyes showed white around large gray irises; she made a move to go to Pitt, then looked hesitantly at her father. He shook his head and she shrank back in humble obeyance.

Giordino had not moved. He stared impa.s.sively at Pitt, but Pitt caught a warning millimetric nod of the head.

"You've won a battle," Pitt hissed through clenched teeth. "But you haven't won the war."

"Wrong again, Major Pitt. I win. Up and down the line, I win. The Starbuck was heaven-sent. As soon as I can transact her, shall we say, transfer of ownership, I can close out my venture here in the Pacific and retire to less taxing enterprises. I'm sure the new owners will take great delight in the Hyperion missiles."

"Nuclear blackmail!" Pitt spat thickly. "You're crazy."

"Nuclear blackmail? Come, come, Major. How common of you. That's for fictional spy novels. I have no intention of blackmailing the superpowers over the threat of a nuclear holocaust. My motives are strictly for profit. In spite of what you might think, I have no stomach for murdering women and children needlessly. A man, that's different. Killing a man is the same as killing an animal; there's no tinge of remorse afterward."

Pitt pushed himself upright against the wall. "No one knows that better than you."

"No," Delphi continued. "My plan is much more subtle; ingenious in its simplicity. I have arranged to sell the Starbuck and her weapons system to one of the Arab oil countries. Which one makes little difference. All that matters is that they are willing to pay a healthy price without haggling."

"You're crazy," Pitt repeated. "Totally, hopelessly sick in the head." But Delphi didn't look or act crazy. Everything he said seemed logical. Any one of the rich Arab oil nations would make the ideal buyer.

"We shall know soon enough, won't we?" He walked over to the intercom receiver and spoke. "Prepare my mini-sub. I'll be there in five minutes." Then he turned back to Pitt. "A personal inspection trip to the Star-buck. Ill give the survivors of your crew, if there are any, your regards."

"You're wasting your time," Pitt said bitterly. "I think not," Delphi replied contemptuously. "The submarine sits where I left her."

"The Navy will never give the Starbuck up; they'll destroy her first."

"By this time tomorrow, they will have no say in the matter. An Arab salvage fleet will be here to raise the hull. These are international waters. Your Navy would never attack another nation over a derelict and be condemned by every country in the world for instigating an act of war. Their only prayer is a deal with the Arabs for the return of the sub. By then, I shall have my finder's fee-three hundred million British pounds-deposited to a Swiss bank, and be on my way."

"You will never leave this seamount," Pitt said, his face twisted in cold hate. "In eight minutes you will die."

Delphi's eyes caught Pitt's. "So? I am going to die, am I?" He turned as if he were ignoring an insect and moved to the door. Then he looked back. "Then I shall at least have the satisfaction of knowing you died first." He nodded to the guards. "Throw them into the sea."

"No last consideration for the condemned?" Pitt asked.

"None whatsoever," Delphi said with a satanic grin. "Good-bye again, Major Pitt Thank you for a most entertaining diversion."

The sound of his footsteps died away and there was only silence. It was five minutes before 0500.

Giordino writhed onto his elbows, his entire body leaping in a convulsive spasm as his eyes rolled upward. He fell from the couch, clutching his throat He had held his breath until his face was nearly purple; he'd even saved a wad of saliva until this moment, letting it burst from his trembling lips in a cloud of spray between labored gasps. It was a masterful performance, and the incredulous and stunned guards were taken in completely.

Pitt watched the scene as the two guards, keeping their guns aimed in Pitt's direction, gathered about Giordino and lifted the limp arms across their shoulders. Still without speaking, they motioned for Pitt to walk ahead.

He nodded, crossing the room to stand in front of Summer.

"Summer," he said softly. He touched her shoulder gently and gazed into her tired face. "I have so much to say and so little time to say it Will you walk with me?"

She nodded and motioned to the guards. They simply bowed their heads in mute understanding. Summer took Pitt's arm and led him out into a well-lit rock-hewn corridor.

"Please forgive me." Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"For what? None of this was your doing. You've already saved my life twice. Why did you do it?"

She appeared not to hear. She looked up into Pitt's eyes, and her face radiated a softness and beauty that seemed to make everything else in the pa.s.sageway dim and fade. "I have a strange feeling when I'm in your presence," she murmured. "It is not simply happiness or contentment but something else. I can't quite describe it."

"The feeling is love," Pitt said tenderly. He bent down, wincing from the pain in his shoulder, and kissed her eyes.

The guards on either side of Giordino halted and were stunned. Giordino's feet trailed on the floor, his head lay far across his right shoulder. He was moaning softly, his eyes seemingly shut. The guards did not notice his forearms slipping slowly up their shoulders until his hands rested loosely beside their necks. Then there was a sudden flexing of the great biceps and the guards were smashed together, bone against bone.

Giordino stood there unsteadily on his shredded feet sporting a satisfied grin. "Was that, or was that not, a work of art?"

"Every move a picture," Pitt grinned back. He took Summer's chin in one hand. "Will you help us get out of here?"

She raised her head slowly and looked up at him through her spilled red hair, like a frightened child. Then she reached around his waist and clung tightly to him. A wall of tears masked the gray of her eyes.

"I love you," she said, savoring the words. "I love you."

Pitt kissed her again, this time on the lips.

"I'don't mean to come between you two," Giordino cut in. "But time is short."

Summer hurried ahead, peering in both directions at the unconscious guards. "We must go before one of my father's men finds us like this."

"Waitl" Pitt snapped. "Where's Adrian Hunter? We've got to take her with us."

"She sleeps in the room next to mine."

"Take us there."

She gently touched his shoulder. "But how? You are wounded and your friend cannot walk."

"I've borne his cross for years." Pitt kneeled down and Giordino, in silent understanding, grasped him around the neck. Then Pitt hooked an arm under one of Giordino's knees and staggered upright.

"I must look like a papoose," Giordino grumbled.

"You sure as h.e.l.l don't feel like one." Pitt then nodded to Summer. "Okay, lead on."

Summer hurried ahead, peering in both directions at open corridors to see if all was clear.

They walked on, until someone approached from a side corridor; Summer waved them back Pitt loosened his hold on Giordino and they ducked into a doorway. The footsteps of the intruder could clearly be heard along the corridor across the interchange.

For five seconds, the footsteps pounded along the cross pa.s.sage. Pitt's heart was pounding from exertion, sweat pouring down his face. One fit man against two down-and-out derelicts. Two good legs against two wobbly ones. The odds, Pitt decided, were definitely not on their side. Then the footsteps pa.s.sed the interchange and faded into the other direction.

"Come, come," Summer whispered from another doorway further down the pa.s.sage. "It's safe now."