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Weeks was no fool. He knew enough about salvage to know Pitt was conning him. "I can give you eight."
"We can't bring up the saturation chamber in less than twelve."
"You'd make a good merchant in a Turkish bazaar, Mr. Pitt." Weeks' smile returned. "Ten hours should see you through. "Providing you begin counting after lunch."
Weeks threw up his hands. "My God, you never give up. All right, after lunch it is."
"Now that's settled, Commander Weeks," said Heidi, "if you'll follow me, I'll show you the operation."
Accompanied by two of his ship's officers, Weeks trailed Heidi down a stairway to the work platform inside the center well. Pitt and Gunn turned and slowly made their way to the control room.
"Why the V.I.P treatment for a character who's kicking us out of the park?" Gunn asked irritably.
"I bought ten hours," Pitt said in a low voice. "And I'm going to buy every minute I can to keep those guys below working on the wreck."
Gunn stopped and looked at him. "Are you saying you're not discontinuing the project?"
"Hell yes," said Pitt earnestly.
"You're nuts." Gunn shook his head in wonder. "We need at least two more days to break through to Shields' cabin. You don't stand a prayer of stalling that long."
Pitt smiled crookedly. "Maybe not, but by God, I'm going to try."
Through the heavy veil of sleep, Moon felt someone shaking him. He had remained in his office around the clock since the Ocean Venturer had moored over the Empress of Ireland. Normal sleeping hours were forgotten and he took to catching up on his sleep with short catnaps. When he finally opened his eyes he found them looking into the grim features of the White House communications director. He yawned and sat up. "What's the latest?"
The communications director handed him a sheet of paper. "Read it and weep."
Moon studied the wording. Then he looked up. "Where's the President?"
"He's speaking to a group of Mexican-American labor leaders out in the rose garden."
Moon slipped on his shoes and hurried down the hallway, pulling on his coat and straightening his tie as he went. The President had just finished a round of handshaking and was returning to the oval office when Moon caught up with him. "More bad news?" asked the President.
Moon nodded and held up the message. "The latest word from Pitt."
"Read it to me as we walk back to my office."
"He says, "Have been ordered out of the St. Lawrence by the Canadian navy. Granted a ten-hour grace period to pack the suitcases. Destroyer is standing by."
"Is that all?"
"No, sir, there's more."
"Then let's have it."
Moon read on. " 'Intend to disregard eviction notice. Salvage continues. We are preparing to repel boarders. Signed Pitt.' "
The President stopped in mid-stride. "What was that?"
"Sir?"
"The last part, read it again."
" 'We are preparing to repel boarders.' "
The President shook his head in astonishment. "Good lord, the order to repel boarders hasn't been given in a hundred years."
"If I'm any judge of character, Pitt means what he says."
