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"I've taken care of that little matter for you."
Pitt looked up skeptically. "I hope this isn't another one of your famous favors."
“You said it yourself, you wanted to see if Iceland's women were coolly beautiful."
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"You're changing the subject." Pitt looked steadily at the admiral. "Here it comes, let me guess, You're going to introduce me to a burly, steelyeyed Icelandic female government official who is going to make me sit up half the night going over the same old tired questions and answers that I've already covered. Sorry, Admiral, I'm not up to it."
Sandecker's eyes narrowed and he sighed. "Suit yourself. The girl I have in mind isn't burly or steelyeyed or a government official, for that matter. She happens to be the loveliest woman north of the sixty-fourth parallel and, I might add, the wealthiest."
"Oh, really?" Pitt suddenly came alive. "What's her name?"
"Kirsti," Sandecker said with a sly smile. "Kirsti Fyrie, Kristjan Fyrie's twin sister."
Chapter 8
If Snorri's Restaurant in Reykjavik could be picked up and placed down in any of the epicurean distinguished cities of the world, it would be instantly greeted with respectful acclaim. its one great hall, with open kitchen and earthen ovens only a few feet from the dining area, was designed in the Viking tradition. Richly panneled walls and intricately carved doors and beams rovided the perfect atmosphere for a leisurely yet elegant dinner . The menu selection was created to reward even the most picky gourmet, and along one entire wall stood a buffet table with over two hundred different native dishes.
Pitt surveyed the crowded dining hall. The tables were filled with laughing, talkative Icelanders and their lovely women. He was standing there, his eyes taking in the scene, his nostrils basking in the rich food smells when the maitre d' came up and spoke in Icelandic. Pitt shook his head and pointed at Admiral Sandecker and Tidi Royal comfortably ensconced at a table near the bar. He made his way over to them.
Sandecker waved Pitt to a chair opposite Tidi and hailed a passing waiter in the same motion. "You're ten minutes late."
"Sorry," Pitt said. "I took a walk in the Tjamargardar gardens and did a little sightseeing."
"Looks like you found yourself a swinging men's shop," Tidi remarked admiringly. Her wise brown eyes roved over his wool turtleneck sweater, belted corduroy jacket and plaid slacks.
"I grew tired of wearing hand-me-downs," he said, smiling.
Sandecker looked up at the waiter. "Two more of the same," he said. "What will you have, Dirk?"
"What are you and Tidi drinking?"
"Holland gin-schnapps if you prefer. It seems to be big with the natives."
Pitt twisted his mouth. "No, thanks. I'll stick with my old standby, Cutty rocks."
The waiter nodded and left.
"Where is this exciting creature I've heard so much about?" Pitt asked.
"Miss Fyrie should be along any minute," Sandecker replied.
"Just before we were attacked, Hunnewell said that Fyrie's sister was a missionary in New Guinea."
"Yes, little else is known about her. In fact, few people knew she even existed until Fyrie's will named her sole beneficiary.
Then she appeared at Fyrie Limited one day and took the reins as smoothly as if she had built the empire herself. Don't get any ideas in that bedroom mind of yours. She's shrewd-just as shrewd as her brother was."
"Then why bother with the introductions. You say hands off, yet I get the distinct impression that I'm supposed to play Prince Charming. Get cozy, but not too cozy. You've chosen the wrong man, Admiral. I'm the first to admit my looks hardly put me in the Rock Hudson-Paul Newman class, but I have a nasty habit when it comes to pursuing skirts-I'm picky. I'm not geared to assault every girl that comes into sight, especially one who is the spitting image of her brother. spent half her life as a missionary, and runs a giant corporation with a mace and chain. Sorry, Admiral, Miss Fyrie hardly sounds like my type."
"I think it's disgusting," Tidi said disapproving] the eyebrows arched above the huge brown eyes.
"NUMA is supposed to be dedicated to scientific research of the oceans. None of this talk sounds very scientific to me."
Sandecker threw her an admonishing stare, a facial display that he was unquestionably a master at projecting. "Secretaries should be seen and not heard. Tidi was saved from fher reprimand by the timely arrival of the waiter with the drinks. He set them on the table with an accomplished motion and then left.
Sandecker watched until the waiter was several tables away before he turned back to Pitt.
