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〃I see；〃 Koski said slowly。 〃Dr。 Hunnewell will study the berg before the intelligence boys crash the party。〃
〃You have it；〃 Hunnewell acknowledged。 〃If that really is the Novgorod under the ice； it's up to me to determine the most expedient method for entering the ship's hull。 I'm sure you're aware； mander； icebergs are a tricky lot to play with。 It's like cutting a diamond； a miscalculation by the cutter； and the prize is lost。 Too much thermite in the wrong place； and the ice can crack and split apart。 Or； sudden and excessive melting might cause a change in the center of gravity； forcing the berg to topple upside…down。 So you see； it is imperative the ice mass be analyzed before the Novgorod can be entered with any degree of safety。〃
Koski leaned back and noticeably relaxed。 His eyes locked on Pitts for a moment； and then he smiled。
〃Lieutenant Dover！〃
〃Sir？〃
〃Kindly oblige these gentlemen and lay a course for 47'36'N…43017'W； full ahead。 And signal District mand in New York of our intent to depart station。〃
He watched for a change of expression on Pitts face。
There was none。
〃No offense；〃 Pitt said equably。 〃I suggest you drop that signal to your District mand。〃
〃I'm not suspicious or anything； Major；〃 Koski offered apologetically。 〃It's just that I'm not in the habit of cruising all over the North Atlantic without letting the Coast Guard know where their property is。〃
〃Okay； but I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention our destination。〃 Pitt snuffed out his cigarette。 〃Also； please notify the NUMA office in Washington that Dr。 Hunnewell and I have arrived safely on board the Catawaba and will continue our flight to Reykjavik when the weather clears。〃
Koski raised an eyebrow。 〃Reykjavik； Iceland？〃
〃Our final destination；〃 Pitt explained。
Koski started to say something； thought better of it； then shrugged。 〃I'd better show you to your quarters； gentlemen。〃 He turned to Dover。 〃Dr。 Hunnewell can bunk with our engineering officer。 Major Pitt can move in with you； Lieutenant。
Pitt grinned at Dover； then stared back at Koski。
〃The better to keep an eye on me？〃
〃You said it； not me；〃 Koski replied； surprised at the pained expression that crossed Pitts face。
Four hours later Pitt was dozing on a cot that had been squeezed into the iron womb Dover called his cabin。 He was tired； almost to the aching point； but too many thoughts were running through his mind to allow him entry into the paradise of deep sleep。 One week ago at this time he had been sitting with a gorgeous； sexmad redhead on the terrace of the Newporter Inn； overlooking the picturesque waterfront of Newport Beach； California。 He fondly remembered caressing the girl with one hand while holding a scotch…rocks in the other； contentedly watching the ghost…like pleasure yachts glide across the moonlit harbor。 Now he was alone and regrettably suffering on a plank…hard folding cot aboard a tossing Coast Guard cutter somewhere in the refrigerated North Atlantic Ocean。 I must be a cardcarrying masochist； he thought； to volunteer for every madcap project that Admiral Sandecker keeps dreaming up。 Admiral James Sandecker； Chief Director of the National Underwater and Marine Agency； would have shied at the term madcap project…damned bung twister would have been more his style。
〃Damned sorry to drag you from sunny California； but this damned bung twister has been dumped in our lap。〃 Sandecker； a small； fire…haired； griffon…faced man； waved a seven…inch cigar in the air like a baton。 〃We're supposed to be engaged in scientific underwater research。 Why us？ Why not the Navy？ You'd think the Coast Guard could handle its own problems。〃 He shook his head in irritation； puffed on the cigar。 〃Anyway； we're stuck with it。〃
Pitt finished reading and then laid a yellow folder marked confidential on the admiral's desk。 〃I didn't think it was possible for a ship to freeze up in the middle of an iceberg。〃
〃It's extremely strange o it couldn't happen。〃
〃Finding the right berg might prove difficult； it's already been four days since the Coast Guard's sighting。
That overgrown ice cube could have drifted halfway to the Azores by now。〃
Dr。 Hunnewell has charted the current and drift rate to within a thirty…square…mile area。 If your vision is good； you shouldn't have any trouble spotting the berg； particularly since the Coast Guard dropped a red dye marker on it。〃
〃Spotting it is one thing；〃 Pitt said thoughtfully； r； 〃landing a helicopter on it is another。 Wouldn't it be more convenient and less dangerous to arrive by…〃
〃No！〃 Sandecker interrupted。 〃No ships。 If that thing under the ice is as important as I think it is； I don't want anyone except you and；Hunnewell within fifty miles of it。〃
〃This may e as a surprise； Admiral； but I've never set a copter down on an iceberg before。〃
〃It's very possible no one else has either。 That's why I requested you as my Special Projects Director。〃
Sandecker smiled mischievously。 〃You have the annoying knack of successfully…shall we say…delivering the goods。〃
〃This time；〃 Pitt asked slyly； 〃do I have the opportunity of volunteering？〃
〃I wouldn't have it any other way。〃
Pitt shrugged helplessly。 〃I don't know why I always give in so easily to you； Admiral。 I'm beginning to think you have me pegged as a first…class pigeon。〃
A broad grin rode across Sandecker's face。 〃You said it； not me。〃
The latch clicked and the cabin door swung open。
Pitt lazily opened one eye in time to see Dr。 Hunnewell e in。 The overweight doctor did a tightrope act trying to maneuver between Pitts cot and Dover's clothes locker before he finally reached a small chair by a writing desk。 Audibly； he sighed in chorus with the but Dr。 Hunnewell' chair's creaking protest as he cased his bulk past the seats。
〃How in God's name does a titan like Dover get into this thing？〃 he incredulously asked no one in particular。
〃You're late；〃 Pitt yawned。 〃I expected you hours ago。
〃I couldn't go sneaking around corners or slithering through ventilators as if I was on my way to a spy convention。 I had to wait for an excuse to talk to you。〃
〃Excuse？〃
〃Yes。 mander Koski's pliments。 Dinner is served。〃
〃Why all the subterfuge？〃 Pitt asked with a cagey grin。 〃We have nothing to hide。〃
〃Nothing to hide！ Nothing to hide！ You lie there like an innocent virgin waiting for her first munion and easy say we have nothing to hide？〃 Hunnewell shook his head hopelessly。 〃We'll both be in front of a firing squad when the Coast Guard learns we flimflammed them out of the use of one of their new cutters。〃
〃Helicopters have a nasty habit； they won't fly with air in their fuel tanks；〃 Pitt said sarcastically。 〃We had to have a base of operations and a place to refuel。
〃The Catawaba was the only ship in the area with the necessary facilities。 Besides； you sent that phony message from the Coast Guard mandant…you're on the hook for that one。〃
〃That incredible yarn about the missing Russian trawler。 You can't deny that's yours from beginning to end。〃
Pitt placed his hands behind his head and stared at the ceiling。 〃I rather thought everyone enjoyed it。〃
〃I have to hand it to you。 That was the slickest con job it's been my misfortune ever to witness。〃
〃I know。 There are times when I hate myself。〃
〃Have you considered what may happen when mander Koski sees through our devious little plan？〃 Pitt stood up and stretched。 〃We simply do what any good con man would do。〃
〃And that is？〃 Hunnewell prompted dubiously。
Pitt smiled。 〃We siply worry about it when the time es。〃
Chapter 2
Of all the oceans； only the Atlantic is totally unpredictable。 The Pacific； the Indian； even the Arctic each have their personal idiosyncrasies； but all have one trait in mon： they seldom fail to provide a hint of their ing moods。 Not so the Atlantic； especially north of the 15th parallel of latitude。 In a matter of a few hours a glassy calm sea might be transformed into a foamwhipped cauldron instigated by a Force 12 hurricane； or there are times when the Atlantic's fickle nature works in reverse。 Heavy winds； heavy seas during the night may give every indication of an impendi
