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"When did you start buying Hoyo de Monterrey Excaliburs?"
Giordino looked at the Admiral with an innocent expression. "You talking to me, Admiral?"
"Since you and I are the only ones in the theater smoking Excaliburs, and I'm not in the habit of talking to myself, yes."
"Great, full flavor," said Giordino, holding up the fat cigar and expelling a gush of blue smoke. "I commend your discriminating taste."
"Where did you get it?"
"A little shop in Baltimore. I forget the name."
Sandecker wasn't fooled for an instant. Giordino had been stealing his expensive cigars for years. What drove the Admiral up the wall was that he never discovered how. No matter how well he hid or locked them away, his inventory count always showed two missing every week.
Giordino kept the secret from Pitt so his best friend would never have to lie if asked how it was done. Only Giordino and an old buddy from the Air Force who was a professional burglar for an intelligence agency knew the technicalities of Operation Stogie.
"I've a good notion to ask to see a receipt," growled Sandecker.
"We, ve been attacking this thing from the wrong angle," Pitt said, steering the meeting back on course.
"There's another angle?" asked Yaeger. "We took the only logical approach open to us."
"Without any reference to direction, it was an impossible job," Lily backed him.
"A pity Rufinus didn't log his daily positions and distance traveled,"
mused Sandecker.
"He was under strict orders not to record anything."
"Could they determine a position back then?" asked Giordino.
Lily nodded. "By positions of earth landmarks by figuring their latitude and longitude a hundred and thirty years before Christ."
Sandecker laced his hands across his trim stomach and gazed at Pitt over his reading glasses. "I know that lost look in your eyes.
Something's nagging at you."
Pitt slouched in his seat. "We've been judging facts and using guesswork without considering the man who conceived the smuggling plan."
"Junius Venator?"
"A brilliant guy," Pitt continued, "who was described by a contemporary as 'a daring innovator who struck out into areas other scholars feared to tread." The question we've overlooked is, if we were in Venator's shoes, where would we have taken and hidden the great art and litemq treasures of our time?"
"I still say Africa," volunteered Yaeger. "Preferably around the Cape somewhere up a river along the eastern coastline."
"Yet your computers couldn't make a marriage."
"They never came close," Yaeger admitted. "But God only knows how land formations have changed since Venator's day."
"Could Venator have taken the fleet northeast into the Black Sea?" Lily queried.
"Rufinus was specific about a voyage of fifty-eight days," said Giordino.
Sandecker, puffing his cigar, nodded. "Yes, but if the fleet was hit by foul weather or adverse winds, they could have traveled less than a thousand miles in that time."
"The Admiral has a point," Yaeger conceded. "Ancient ships of the period were constructed to run with the sea and before the wind. Their rigging was not efficient for willdward sailing. Heavy-weather conditions could have cut their progress by eighty percent."
"Except," Pitt said, hanging on the word, "Venator loaded his ships
