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"Do you?" Pitt said cynically. À thousand doomsdays have come and gone with little more upheaval than a passing rain shower. Why the Wolfs are disseminating such a myth is a mystery to me."
"What do they base their reasoning on?"
"The predictions of the ancient race of people known as the Amenes."
"You can't be serious," she said, bewildered. "A family as affluent and shrewd as the Wolfs buying a myth from a race that died out thousands of years ago?"
"That's what the inscriptions said in the chambers we found in the Indian Ocean and Colorado."
"Admiral Sandecker briefly mentioned your discoveries in our phone conversation before I picked you up at the airport, but you've yet to tell me about your discoveries."
Pitt made a helpless gesture with his hands. "I haven't had a chance."
"Maybe I should begin putting my affairs in order."
"Before you prepare to meet your maker, wait until we run it by astronomers who track asteroids and comets."
The soup dishes were removed and their entrees were placed on the table. The chef's presentations of both the stewed rabbit and the sweetbreads were works of art. Pitt and Loren admired the sight in anticipation of the taste. They were not disappointed.
"The rabbit was an excellent choice," she said between mouthfuls. "It's delicious."
Pitt had an expression of ecstasy on his face. "When I'm served sweetbreads from a master chef, I hear bells with every bite. The sauce is a triumph."
"Try my rabbit," said Loren, holding up her plate.
"Care to try my sweetbreads?" queried Pitt.
"No, thank you," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I'm not keen on internal organs."
Fortunately, the portions were not as large as dishes served in lesser restaurants, and they did not feel stuffed when it was time for dessert. Pitt ordered the peaches cardinal-- poached peaches with raspberry puree. Later, over Remy Martin brandy, they resumed their discussion.
"None of what I've seen or heard about the Wolfs makes sense," said Pitt. "Why amass a fortune if they think their financial empire will go up in smoke after the comet's impact?"
Loren swirled the brandy in her glass, staring at the golden sparkle of the liquid in front of the light from the table's candle. "Perhaps they intend to survive the catastrophe."
"I've heard that from Elsie Wolf and one of their assassins in Colorado," said Pitt. "But how can they survive a worldwide disaster better than anyone else?"
"Did you read file eighteen?" Loren asked.
Pitt did not immediately answer, but sifted through the folders until he found the file marked "eighteen."
He opened it and read. After two or three minutes, he looked up and stared into Loren's violet eyes. "Is this verified?"
She nodded. "It's as though Noah built an entire fleet of arks."
"Four colossal ships," Pitt said slowly. "One passenger liner, actually a floating community, six thousand feet in length by fifteen hundred feet wide, thirty-two stories high, displacing three and a half million tons." He looked up, his brow furrowed. "A fanciful concept, but hardly practical."
"Read the rest of it," said Loren. "It gets better."
"The gigantic oceangoing vessel has a large hospital, schools, entertainment centers, state-of-the-art engineering technologies. An airport with an extensive runway on the upper deck will house and maintain a small fleet of jet aircraft and helicopters, and living quarters and office facilities will accommodate five thousand passengers and crew" Pitt shook his head in disbelief. "A huge vessel like that should hold at least fifty thousand people."
"Actually, twice that number."
"Check out the other three vessels."
Pitt continued reading. "They also have the same mammoth dimensions. One is a cargo and maintenance vessel, housing machinery and manufacturing facilities with an immense cargo of vehicles, construction machinery, and building materials. The second is a veritable zoo--"
"See," Loren interrupted. "There is an ark."
