Ramsey remembered that entry exactly. Ice on his fingers, ice in his head, ice in his gla.s.sy stare. Ice on his fingers, ice in his head, ice in his gla.s.sy stare. Oh, how right Forrest Malone had been. Oh, how right Forrest Malone had been.
Ramsey had handled that search with perfection. Anyone who could now be a problem was dead. Admiral Dyals" legacy was secure, as was his own. The navy was likewise safe. The ghosts of NR-1A would stay where they belonged.
In Antarctica.
His cell phone came alive with light, but no sound. He"d silenced it hours ago. He looked. Finally.
"Yes, Charlie, what is it?"
"I need to see you."
"Not possible."
"Make it possible. In two hours."
"Why?"
"A problem."
He realized they were on an open phone line and words needed to be chosen with care.
"Bad?"
"Enough I need to see you."
He checked his watch. "Where?"
"You know. Be there."
EIGHTY-ONE.
FORT LEE, VIRGINIA.
9:30 PM.
COMPUTERS WERE NOT S STEPHANIE"S STRONG POINT, BUT M MALONE had explained in his e-mail the translation procedure. Colonel Gross had provided her with a high-speed portable scanner and an Internet connection. She"d downloaded the translation program and experimented with one page, scanning the image into the computer. had explained in his e-mail the translation procedure. Colonel Gross had provided her with a high-speed portable scanner and an Internet connection. She"d downloaded the translation program and experimented with one page, scanning the image into the computer.Once she applied the translation program, the result had been extraordinary. The odd a.s.sortment of twists, turns, and curlicues first became Latin, then English. Rough in places. Parts missing here and there. But enough for her to know that the refrigerated compartment contained a treasure trove of ancient information.
Inside a gla.s.s jar suspend two piths by a thin thread. Rub a s.h.i.+ny metal rod briskly on clothing. There will be no sensation, no tingle, no pain. Bring the rod close to the jar and the two spheres will fly apart and stay apart even after the rod is withdrawn. The force from the rod flows outward, unseen and unfelt but there nonetheless, driving the piths apart. After a time the piths will sink, driven so by the same force that keeps everything that is tossed into the air from remaining there.
Construct a wheel, with a handle at its rear, and attach small metal plates to its edge. Two metal rods should be fixed so that a spray of wires from each lightly touches the metal plates. From the rods a wire leads to two metal spheres. Position them one-half commons apart. Twirl the wheel by the handle. Where the metal plates contact the wires, flas.h.i.+ng will occur. Spin the wheel faster and blue lightning will leap and hiss from the metal spheres. A strange smell will occur, one that has been noticed after a fierce storm in lands where rain falls in abundance. Savor it and the lightning, for that force and the force that drives the piths apart is the same, only generated in differing ways. Touching the metal spheres is as harmless as touching the metal rods rubbed to the clothing.
Moonstone, crownchaka, five milks from the banyan, fig, magnet, mercury, mica pearl, saarasvata oil, and nakha taken in equal parts, purified, should be ground and allowed to rest until congealed. Only then mix bilva oil and boil until a perfect gum forms. Spread the varnish evenly on a surface and allow it to dry before exposing it to light. For dulling, to the mixture add pallatory root, maatang, cawries, earthen salt, black lead, and granite sand. Apply in abundance onto any surface for strength.
The peetha is to be three commons wide and one-half high, square or round. A pivot is fixed to the center. In front is placed a vessel of acid dellium. To the west is the mirror for enhancing darkness and in the east is fixed the solar ray attraction tube. In the center is the wire operating wheel and to the south is the main operating switch. On turning the wheel toward the southeast the two-faced mirror fixed to the tube will collect solar rays. By operating the wheel in the northwest the acid will activate. By turning the wheel west, the darkness-intensifying mirror will function. By turning the central wheel, the rays attracted by the mirror will reach the crystal and envelop it. Then the main wheel should be revolved with great speed to produce an enveloping heat.
Sand, crystal, and suvarchala salt, in equal parts, filled in a crucible, placed in a furnace then cast will yield a pure, light, strong, cool ceramic. Pipes fas.h.i.+oned of this material will transport and radiate heat and can be bound strongly together with salt mortar. Color pigments made from iron, clay, quartz, and calcite are both rich and lasting and adhere well after casting.
Stephanie stared at Edwin Davis. "On the one hand they were playing around with electricity in infant stages while, on the other hand, they were creating compounds and mechanisms we"ve never heard of. We have to find out where these books came from."
"Going to be difficult since, apparently, every record from High-jump that could tell us is gone." Davis shook his head. "What d.a.m.n fools. Everything top secret. A few narrow minds made monumental decisions that affected us all. Here is a repository of knowledge that could well change the world. It could also be garbage, of course. But we"ll never know. You realize in the decades since these books were found, foot after foot of new snow has acc.u.mulated down there. The landscape is totally different from what it was then."
She knew Antarctica was a mapmaker"s nightmare. Its coastline constantly changed as ice shelves appeared and disappeared, s.h.i.+fting at will. Davis was right. Finding Byrd"s locations could prove impossible.
"We"ve only looked at a handful of pages in a few scattered volumes," she said. "There"s no telling what"s in all these."
Another page caught her eye, filled with text and a sketch of two plants, roots and all.She scanned that folio into the computer and translated.
Gyra grows in dim damp recesses and should be freed from the ground prior to the summer sun leaving. Its leaves, crushed and burned, abate fever. But take care that the Gyra stays free of moisture. Wet leaves are ineffective and can cause illness. Yellowed leaves the same. Bright red or orange is preferable. They also bring sleep and can be used to quell dreams. Too much can cause harm, so administer with care.
She imagined what an explorer must have felt when standing on a virgin sh.o.r.e, staring at a new land.
"This warehouse is going to be sealed," Davis declared.
"That"s not a good idea. It"ll alert Ramsey."
Davis seemed to see the wisdom of her observation. "We"ll work it through Gross. If anybody moves on this cache, he"ll let us know and we can stop it."
That was a better idea.
She thought about Malone. He should be nearing Antarctica. Was he on the right trail?
But there was still unfinished business here.
Finding the killer.
She heard a door across the cavernous interior open, then close. Colonel Gross had maintained a vigil in the anteroom to afford them privacy, so she a.s.sumed it must be him. But then she heard two sets of footsteps echoing through the dark. They sat at a table just outside the refrigerated compartment with only two lamps burning. She glanced up and saw Gross materialize from the dimness followed by another man-tall, bushy-haired, wearing a navy-blue windbreaker and casual pants, the emblem of the president of the United States over his left breast.
Danny Daniels.
EIGHTY-TWO.
MARYLAND, 10:20 PM.
RAMSEY LEFT THE DARK HIGHWAY AND DROVE INTO THE WOODS, toward the Maryland farmhouse where he"d met Charlie Smith a few days ago. toward the Maryland farmhouse where he"d met Charlie Smith a few days ago.
Bailey Mill, Smith had called it.
He hadn"t liked Smith"s tone. Smart-a.s.s, c.o.c.ky, irritating-that was Charlie Smith. Angry, demanding, belligerent? No way.
Something was wrong.
Ramsey seemed to have acquired a new ally in Diane McCoy, one that had cost him twenty million dollars. Luckily, he"d stashed much more than that in various accounts across the globe. Money that had fallen his way from operations that either ended prematurely or were aborted. Thankfully, once a CLa.s.sIFIED CLa.s.sIFIED stamp was placed on a file, little in the way of a public accounting ever occurred. Policy required that whatever resources had been invested be returned, but that wasn"t always the case. He needed funds to pay Smith-capital to finance covert investigations-but his need was becoming more finite. Yet as that need tightened, so did the risks. stamp was placed on a file, little in the way of a public accounting ever occurred. Policy required that whatever resources had been invested be returned, but that wasn"t always the case. He needed funds to pay Smith-capital to finance covert investigations-but his need was becoming more finite. Yet as that need tightened, so did the risks.
Like here.
His headlights revealed the farmhouse, a barn, and another car. Not a light on anywhere. He parked and reached into the center console, removed his Walther automatic, then stepped out into the cold.
"Charlie," he called out. "I don"t have time for your c.r.a.p. Get your a.s.s out here."
His eyes, attuned to the darkness, registered movement to his left. He aimed and ticked off two shots. The bullets thudded into the old wood. More movement, but he saw that it wasn"t Smith.
Dogs.
Fleeing the porch and the house, racing off toward the woods. Like last time.
He exhaled.
Smith loved to play games, so he decided to accommodate him. "Tell you what, Charlie. I"m going to flatten all four of your tires and you can freeze your a.s.s off here tonight. Call me tomorrow when you"re ready to talk."
"You"re not a bit of fun, Admiral," a voice said. "Not a bit at all."
Smith emerged from the shadows.
"You"re lucky I don"t kill you," he said.
Smith stepped from the porch. "Why would you do that? I"ve been a good boy. Did everything you wanted. All four dead, nice and clean. Then I hear on the radio that you"re going to be promoted to the Joint Chiefs. Just movin" on up, to the east side. To that deluxe apartment in the sky. You and George Jefferson."
"That"s unimportant," he made clear. "Not your concern."
"I know. I"m just hired help. What"s important is that I get paid."
"You did. Two hours ago. In full."
"That"s good. I was thinking of a little vacation. Someplace warm."
"Not until you deal with your new task."
"You aim high, Admiral. Your latest goes straight into the White House."
"Aiming high is the only way to achieve anything."
"I need double the usual price for this one, half down, balance on completion."
Didn"t matter to him how much it cost. "Done."
"And there"s one more thing," Smith said.
Something poked into his ribs, through his coat, from behind.
"Nice and easy, Langford," a woman"s voice said. "Or I"ll shoot you before you move."
Diane McCoy.MALONE CHECKED THE PLANE"S CHRONOMETER-7:40 AM-AND gazed out the flight deck at the panorama below. Antarctica reminded him of an upturned bowl with a chipped rim. A vast ice plateau almost two miles thick was bordered for at least two-thirds of its circ.u.mference by black jagged mountains lined with creva.s.se-ridden glaciers that flowed toward the sea-the northeast coast below no exception. gazed out the flight deck at the panorama below. Antarctica reminded him of an upturned bowl with a chipped rim. A vast ice plateau almost two miles thick was bordered for at least two-thirds of its circ.u.mference by black jagged mountains lined with creva.s.se-ridden glaciers that flowed toward the sea-the northeast coast below no exception.
The pilot announced that they were making a final approach to Halvorsen Base. Time to prepare for landing.
"This is rare," the pilot said to Malone. "Superb weather. You"re lucky. Winds are good, too." He adjusted the controls and gripped the yoke. "You want to take us down?"
Malone waved him off. "No thanks. Way beyond me." Though he"d landed fighter jets on tossing carriers, dropping a one-hundred-thousand-pound aircraft onto perilous ice was a thrill he could do without.
The brawl between Dorothea and Christl still concerned him. They"d behaved themselves the past few hours, but their bitter conflict could prove vexing.
The plane began a steep decline.
Though the attack had raised warning flags, something else he"d witnessed caused him even more concern.
Ulrich Henn had been caught off guard.
Malone had spotted the momentary confusion that swept Henn"s face before the mask rehardened. He clearly hadn"t expected what Dorothea had done.
The plane leveled and the engine"s turbines slackened.
The Hercules was equipped with landing skis and he heard the copilot confirm that they were locked. They continued to drop, the white ground growing in size and detail.
A b.u.mp. Then another.
And he heard the sc.r.a.pe of skis on crusty ice as they glided. No way to brake. Only friction would slow them. Luckily there was plenty of room to slide.
Finally the Hercules stopped.
"Welcome to the bottom of the world," the pilot told everyone.STEPHANIE STOOD FROM HER CHAIR. FORCE OF HABIT.
Davis did, too.