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"What you're about to attempt, Mr. Pitt, falls under the trite term of 'delicate situation.' The fewer people who know about the treaty, the less chance the Canadians get wind of it."
"Sandecker must be informed," Pitt repeated firmly.
"All right, I'll set up a meeting and acquaint him with the project."
"Not good enough. I want the admiral briefed by the President. He deserves that."
Moon had the look of a man who has had his wallet picked.
He kept his eyes straight ahead when he replied. "Okay, consider it done."
"Item two," Pitt continued. "We'll need a pro to handle the historical research."
"There are several top men around Washington who have taken on government assignments. I'll send you their resumes."
"I was thinking of a woman."
"Any particular reason?"
"Commander Heidi Milligan did the preliminary research on the treaty. She knows her way through archives, and she'd be one less to initiate into the club."
"Makes sense," said Moon thoughtfully, "except that she's somewhere out in the Pacific."
"Ring up the chief of naval operations and get her back, providing, of course, you carry the clout."
"I carry the clout, Mr. Pitt," Moon replied coolly.
"Item three. One of the treaty copies went down with the Empress of Ireland, which lies in Canadian waters. There's no way we can keep our diving operations a secret. Under existing salvage laws we're required to notify their government, the Canadian Pacific Railroad, which owned the vessel, and the insurance companies that paid off the claims."
The subdued expression on Moon's face turned smug. "I'm ahead of you on that score. The necessary paperwork is in the mill. Your cover story is that you're an archaeological team searching for artifacts that will be preserved and donated to American and Canadian maritime museums. You should be able to bring up enough trash during the operation to pacify any prying eyes."
"Item four," said Pitt. "The money."
"Ample funds will be placed at your disposal to see the job through."
Pitt hesitated before he spoke again, listening to the steady purr of the Jensen's 130-horsepower engine.
The sun had dropped below the tops of the trees and he turned on the lights.
"I make no guarantees," he said at last.
"Understood."
"How do we stay in touch?"
Moon took out a pen and wrote on the back of Pitt's auction program. "I'll be available at this number on a twenty-four hour basis. We won't meet face to face again unless you run into an unexpected crisis."
He paused and looked at Pitt, trying to fathom the man. But Pitt could not be read. "Any other questions?"
"No," said Pitt, wrapped in thought. "No more questions."
There were a hundred questions swirling in Pitt's mind; none that could be answered by Moon.
He tried to visualize what he might find beneath the forbidding currents of the Hudson and St. Lawrence rivers, but nothing jelled. And then he began to wonder what was behind the mad, unfathomable scheme that was hurling him into the unknown.
"The time for decision."
Sandecker spoke to no one in particular as he gazed at the hydrographic charts, photo-enlarged to cover the far wall of the NUMA operations room. He rapped a knuckle against the one depicting a section of the Hudson River.
