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he　Western　World…all　possessing　vast　financial　Powers　in　mineral　exploitation。　And　each　with　tentacles　so　long　that　they　reach　out　and　control　over　two　hundred　industrial　corporations。〃　Lillie　paused；　staring　at　Pitt。　〃Once　they　gain　a　monopoly　they　can　force　the　prices　of　copper；　aluminum；　zinc　and　several　other　mercial　ores　halfway　to　the　moon。　The　resulting　inflation　would　devastate　the　economies　of　at　least　thirty　nations。　The　United　States；　of　course；　being　one　of　the　first　to　go　to　its　knees。〃
　〃It　doesn't　necessarily　follow；〃　Pitt　said。　〃If　that　happens；　they　and　their　financial　empires　would　be　sucked　down　too。〃
　
　Lillie　smiled　and　nodded。　〃That's　the　catch。　These　men；　F。　James　Kelly　of　the　U。S　Sir　Eric　Marks　of　Great　Britain；　Roger　Dupuy　of　France；　Hans　Von　Hummel　of　Germany；　Than　Mahani　of　Iran；　and　others…each　worth　close　to　ten　figures…are　all　loyal　to　their　respective　countries。　Any　one　of　them　might　chisel　and　cheat　on　taxes；　but　none　of　them　would　willingly　send　his　government　over　the　brink　of　economic　disaster。
　〃Then　where's　the　profit　motive？〃
　〃We　don't　know。〃
　〃And　Rondheim's　connection？〃
　〃None；　except　his　relationship　with　Kirsti　Fyrie　and　her　offshore　mining　interests。〃
　
　There　was　a　long　silence；　then　Pitt　said　slowly；　〃The　burning　question；　then；　is　where　do　you　fit　in？
　
　What　does　the　takeover　of　Latin　American　mining　syndicates　have　to　do　with　Iceland？　The　N。I。A。　didn't　send　you　up　here　to　play　cab　driver　just　to　learn　the　local　highway　system。　While　your　brother　agents　are　lurking　behind　potted　plants　watching　Kelly；　Marks；　Dupuy　and　the　others；　your　assignment　is　to　keep　an　eye　on　another　member　of　the　money　boys'　group。　Shall　I　mention　the　name　or　would　you　like　it　written　on　paper　and　sealed　in　an　envelope　by　Price　Waterhouse？〃
　
　Lillie　stared　at　him　for　a　moment；　considering。
　〃You're　shooting　in　the　dark。〃
　〃Am　I？〃　Pitt　was　homing　in　now。　〃Okay；　let's　drag　out　the　suspense　and　digress　for　a　moment。　Admiral　Sandecker　said　he　checked　every　port　authority　between　Buenos　Aires　and　Goose　Bay　and　found　twelve　that　recorded　the　entry　and　departure　of　an　Icelandic　fishing　trawler　matching　the　remodeled　Lax。　What　he　should　have　said　was　that　he　had　them　checked。　Someone　else　did　the　actual　work　for　him　and　that　someone　was　the　N。I。A。〃
　〃Nothing　out　of　the　ordinary　in　that；〃　Lillie　said　flatly。　〃Records　are　sometimes　easier　for　us　to　obtain　than　a　government　agency　concerned　with　marine　life。〃
　〃Except　you　already　had　the　information　before　Sandecker　requested　it。〃
　
　Lillie　said　nothing。　He　didn't　have　to。　His　grim　expression　was　all　the　motivation　Pitt　needed　to　continue。
　〃One　evening　a　couple　of　months　ago；　I　ran　into　an　Army　munications　officer　in　a　bar。　It　was　a　slow　night　and　neither　of　us　felt　like　partying　or　chasing　girls；　so　we　just　sat　around　and　drank　together　until　closing　time。　He　had　just　finished　a　tour　of　duty　at　the　Smytheford　radio…munications　station　on　Hudson　Bay；　Canada…a　plex　of　two　hundred　radio　masts　forming　a　huge　dish　on　a　thousand…acre　site。　Don't　ask　me　what　his　name　and　rank　were　so　you　can　turn　him　in　for　divulging　military　secrets。　I've　forgotten　them　anyway。〃
　
　Pitt　hesitated　a　moment　to　shift　his　feet　to　a　more　fortable　position　before　he　went　on。
　〃He　was　proud　of　the　installation；　especially　so　since　he　was　one　of　the　engineers　who　helped　design　and　construct　it。　The　sophisticated　equipment；　he　said；　was　capable　of　electronically　monitoring　every　radio　transmission　north　of　New　York；　London　and　Moscow　After　the　installation　was　pleted；　he　and　his　crew　of　Army　engineers　were　politely　ordered　to　leave　for　duty　elsewhere。　It's　only　guesswork　on　his　part；　of　course；　but　he　was　certain　that　it's　currently　being　operated　by　the　National　Intelligence　Agency　which　specializes　in　undercover　eavesdropping　on　behalf　of　the　Department　of　Defense　and　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency。　A　rather　interesting　assumption　when　you　consider　that　Smytheford　is　advertised　as　a　satellite　tracking　station。〃
　
　Lillie　leaned　forward。　〃Just　where　is　all　this　leading　to？〃
　〃To　two　gentlemen　named　Matajic　and　O'Riley。
　
　Both　deceased。〃
　〃You　think　I　knew　them？〃　Lillie　asked　curiously。
　〃Only　by　name。　I　see　little　reason　to　explain　who　they　were。　You　already　know。　Your　people　at　Smytheford　monitored　Matajic's　message　to　Sandecker　identic　lying　the　long…lost　Lax。　It　must　have　meant　little　to　your　intelligence　analysts　at　the　time；　but　their　electronic　ears　undoubtedly　pricked　up　when　they　received　the　pilot's　last　message　seconds　before　the　black　jet　blasted　all　three　men　into　the　sea。　At　this　point；　the　plot　thickens。
　
　Admiral　Sandecker　played　it　cagy　and　handed　the　Coast　Guard　a　phony　story　about　missing　equipment；　requesting　air…sea　search　in　the　area　NUMA's　plane　disappeared。　Nothing　was　found　。　。　。　or　at　least　nothing　was　reported。　The　Coast　Guard　struck　out；　but　the　N。I。A。　didn't…they　had　the　Lax　and　its　mysterious　crew　pinpointed　right　from　the　start。　Every　time　the　ship　radioed　its　home　base　in　Iceland；　the　Smytheford　puters　plotted　its　exact　position。　Now　the　experts　at　your　headquarters　in　Washington　began　to　smell　a　connection　between　the　lost　undersea　probe　and　the　mining　operations　takeover　in　South　America；　so　they　backtracked　and　traced　the　ship's　movements　up　and　down　the　Atlantic　Coast。　When　Sandecker　asked　for　the　same　information；　they　discreetly　waited　a　few　days　and　then；　fighting　to　keep　a　straight　face；　handed　him　a　previously　prepared　copy。〃
　〃This？〃
　〃Do　you　honestly　expect　me　to　admit　to　any　of…〃
　〃I　don't　much　give　a　damn　what　you　admit　to；〃　Pitt　said　wearily。　〃I'm　merely　pointing　out　a　few　facts　of　life。　Put　them　all　together　and　they　spell　the　name　of　the　man　you　have　under　surveillance　here　in　Iceland。〃
　〃How　do　you　know　it　isn't　a　woman？〃　Lillie　probed。
　〃Because　you've　reached　the　same　conclusions　I　have…Kirsti　Fyrie　may　control　Fyrie　Limited；　but　Oskar　Rondheim　controls　Kirsti　Fyrie。〃
　〃So　we're　back　to　Rondheim。〃
　〃Did　we　really　ever　leave？〃
　〃Clever；　clever　deduction；　Major　Pitt；〃　Lillie　murmured。
　〃Care　to　fill　in　any　gaps？〃
　〃Until　I　receive　orders　to　the　contrary；　I　can't　fully　brief　an　outsider　on　all　the　details　of　our　operation。〃　Lillie's　voice　carried　an　official　tone　that　didn't　quite　e　off。　〃I　can；　however；　acknowledge　your　conclusions。　You　are　quite　correct　in　everything　you've　said。　Yes；　the　N。I。A。　picked　up　Matajic's　message。　Yes；　we　tracked　the　Lax。　Yes；　we　feel　Rondheim　is　in　some　way　connected　with　the　mining　syndicate。　Beyond　that　there　is　little　I　can　officially　tell　you　that　you　don't　already　know。〃
　〃Since　we've　bee　such　close　friends；〃　Pitt　said；　grinning；　〃why　don't　you　call　me　Dirk？〃
　
　Lillie　was　gracious　in　defeat。　〃Have　it　your　way。
　
　But　don't　you　dare　call　me　Jerome…it's　Jerry。〃　He　held　out　his　hand。　〃Okay；　partner。　Don't　make　me　sorry　I　took　you　into　the　firm。〃
　
　Pitt　returned　the　grip。　〃Stick　with　the　kid　here　and　you'll　go　places。〃
　〃That's　what　I'm　afraid　of。〃　Lillie　sighed　and　gazed　over　the　barren　countryside　for　a　moment　as　if　weighing　the　turn　of　events。　Finally　he　broke　his　thoughts　and　looked　at　his　watch。　〃We'd　better　head　back　to　Reykjavik。　No　thanks　to　you；　I've　got　a　busy　night　ahead　of　me。〃
　〃What's　on　your　agenda？〃
　〃First；　I　want　to　contact　headquarters　as　soon　as　possible　and　pass　on　the　serial　number　of　the　black　jet。
　
　With　a　bit　of　luck　they　should　be　able　to　run　a　make　and　have　the　owner's　name　back　to　us　by　morning。　For　your　sake；　after　all　the　trouble　you　went　to；　I　hope　it　provides　an　important　lead。　Second；　I'm　going　to　poke　around　and　see　where　that　hydroplane　was　moored。
　
　Somebody　has　got　to　know　something。　You　can't　keep　a　craft　like　that　a　secret　on　an　island　this　small。　And　third；　the　two　scaled　replicas　of　South　American　capitol　buildings。　I'm　afraid　you　threw　us　a　weird　twist　when　you　fished　them　from　the　briny　deep。　They　must　have　a　functional　purpose。　They　may　be　vital　to　whoever　built　them；　or　they　may　not。　Just　to　play　safe；　I'd　better　request　Washington　to　fly　in　an　expert　on　miniatures　and　have　every　square　inch　of　those　models　thoroughly　examined。〃
　〃Efficient；　industrious；　profess