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arters　in　Washington　and　demanded　that　an　air…sea　search　unit　be　dispatched　immediately　to　the　scene。　The　Navy　apologetically　said　that　they　would　have　to　obtain　the　permission　of　the　mander…in…Chief　…that　is；　the　President。　The　President；　he　knew；　would　profess　a　profound　if　polite　degree　of　disinterest。　Neither　he　nor　Congress　had　any　reason　to　love　the　oil　panies　who　had　so　frequently　flouted　them…which　was　less　than　fair　to　Lord　Worth；　who　had　never　flouted　anyone　in　Wash…247
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　ington　in　his　life。　More；　the　search　almost　certainly　lay　outside　their　jurisdictional　waters。　Besides；　it　was　raining　in　the　Gulf　and　black　as　the　pit；　and　though　their　radar　might　well　pick　up　a　hundred　ships　in　the　area；　visual　identification　would　be　impossible。
　He　tried　the　CIA。　Then…　disinterest　was　even　more　profound。　In　the　several　years　past　they　had　had　their　fingers　badly　burned　in　public　and　all　their　spare　time　was　devoted　to　licking　their　wounds。
　The　FBI　curtly　reminded　him　that　their　activities　were　purely　internal　and　that　anyway　they　got　seasick　whenever　they　ventured　on　water。
　Lord　Worth　considered　making　an　appeal　to　the　UN；　but　was　dissuaded　by　Larsen　and　Miteh…elL　Not　only　would　the　Arab　states；　Venezuela；　Nigeria；　every　munist　country；　and　what　now　went　by　the　name　of　the　Third　World…and　they　held　the　vast　majority　of　votes　hi　the　UN…　veto　any　such　suggestion：　the　UN　had　no　legal　power　to　initiate　any　such　action。　Apart　from　that；　by　that　time　the　entire　UN　plex　were　probably　hi　bed　anyway。
　For　once　in　his　life；　Lord　Worth　appeared　to　be　at　a　loss。　Life；　it　appeared；　could　hold　no　more　for　him。　Lord　Worth　was　discovering　that；　upon　occasion；　he　could　be　as　fallible　as　the　next　man。
　A　voice…over　call　came　through。　It　was；　as　Mitchell　had　predicted　it　would　be；　Cronkite。　He　was　glad　to　inform　Lord　Worth　that　there　was　no　cause　for　concern　over　the　Torbello；　as　she　was　in　safe　and　sound　hands。
　〃Where？〃　Had　his　daughter　not　been　present；　Lord　Worth　would　undoubtedly　have　qualified　his　question　with　a　few　choice　adjectives。
　〃I　prefer　not　to　specify　exactly。　Enough　to　say　that　she　is　securely　anchored　in　the　territorial　waters　of　a　Central　American　country。　It　is　my　intention　to　dispose　of　this　oil　to　this　very　poor　and　oil…deficient　country〃…he　did　not　mention　that　it　was　his　intention　to　sell　it　at　half　price；　which　would　bring　in　a　few　acceptable　hundred　thousands　of　dollars…〃then　take　the　tanker　out　to　sea　and　sink　it。　Unless；　of　course…〃
　〃Unless　what？〃　Lord　Worth　asked。　His　voice　had　assumed　a　peculiar　hoarseness。
　〃Unless　you　close　down　the　Christmas　tree　on　the　Seawiteh　and　immediately　stop　all　pumping　and　drilling。〃
　〃Fool。〃
　〃How's　that？〃
　〃Your　thugs　have　already　attended　to　that　Haven't　they　told　you？〃
　〃I　want　proof。　I　want　Mortensen。〃
　Lord　Worth　said　wearily：　〃Hold　on。　We'll　get　him/'
　Mitchell　went　to　fetch　him。　By　the　time　he　returned；　overalled　and　masked；　Mortensen　had　been　thoroughly　briefed。　He　confirmed　to　Cronkite　that　all　pumping　and　drilling　had　stopped。　Cronkite　expressed　his　satisfaction　and　the　radio　link　went　dead。　Mitchell　removed　the　。38　from　below　Mortensen's　ear　and　two　of　Palermo's　men　took　him　from　the　room。　Mitchell　took　off　his　hood　and　Marina　looked　at　him　with　a　mixture　of　horror　and　incredulity。
　She　whispered：　〃You　were　ready　to　kill　him。〃　〃Not　at　all。　I　was　going　to　pat　him　on　the　head　and　tell　him　what　a　good　boy　he　was。　I　asked　you　to　get　off　this　rig。〃
　
　
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　Worth　had　barely　begun　to　wipe　his　brow　when　two　men　hurried　into　the　room。　One　was　Palermo　and　the　other　was　one　of　the　rig　crew；　Simpson；　whose　duty　it　was　to　monitor　the　sensory　instruments　attached　to　the　platform's　legs　and　the　tensioning　anchor　cables。　He　was　obviously　in　a　state　of　considerable　agitation。
　Lord　Worth　said：　〃What　fresh　horror　does　fate　hold　in　store　for　us　now？〃
　〃Somebody　below　the　rig；　sir。　My　instruments　have　gone　a　bit　haywire。　Some　object；　almost　certainly　metallic；　is　ia　intermittent　contact　with　the　western　leg。〃
　〃There　can　be　no　doubt　about　this？〃　Simpson　shook　his　head。　〃Seems　damnably　odd　that　Cronkite　would　try　to　bring　down　the　Seawitch　with　his　own　men　on　board。〃
　Mitchell　said：　〃Maybe　he　doesn't　want　to　bring　it　down；　just　damage　the　leg　enough　to　destroy　the　buoyancy　in　the　leg　and　the　adjacent　members　and　tilt　the　Seawitch　so　the　drill　and　pump…hug　mechanisms　don't　work。　Maybe　anything。　Or　maybe　he　would　be　prepared　to　sacrifice　his　own　men　to　get　you。〃　He　turned　to　Palermo。　〃I　know　you've　got　scuba　equipment　aboard。　Show　me。〃　They　left。
　Marina　said：　〃I　suppose　he's　off　to　murder　someone　else。　He's　not　really　human；　is　he？〃
　Lord　Worth　looked　at　her　without　enthusiasm。　〃If　you　call　being　inhuman　wanting　to　see　that　you　don't　die；　then　he's　inhuman。　There's　only　one　person　aboard　this　rig　he　really　cares　for；　and　you　damned　well　know　it。　I　never　thought　Fd　be　ashamed　of　a　daughter　of　mine。〃
　Palermo　had；　in　fact；　two　trained　scuba　divers　with　him；　but　Mitchell　chose　only　one　to　acpany　him。　Palermo　was　not　a　man　to　be　easily　impressed；　but　he　had　seen　enough　of　Mitchell　not　to　question　his　judgment。　In　remarkably　quick　time　Mitchell　and　the　other　man；　who　went　by　the　name　of　Sawyers；　were　dressed　in　scuba　outfits　and　were　equipped　with　reloadable　pressed…air　harpoon　guns　and　sheath　knives。
　
　They　were　lowered　to　the　water　by　the　only　available　means　on　such　a　giant　TLP…a　wire…mesh　cage　attached　to　the　boom　of　the　derrick　crane。　At　water　level　they　opened　the　hinged　door；　dived　and　swam　to　the　giant　western　leg。
　Simpson　had　made　no　mistake。　They　were　indeed　at　work　down　there；　two　of　them；　attached　by　airlines　and　cables　to　the　shadowy　outline　of　a　vessel　some　twenty　feet　above　them。　Both　wore　powerful　headlamps。　They_　were　energetically　engaged　in　attaching　limpet　mines；　conventional　magnetic　mines　and　wraparound　rolls　of　beehive　amatol　to　the　enormous　leg。　They　had　enough　explosives　there；　Mitchell　figured；　to　bring　down　the　Eiffel　Tower。　Maybe　Cronkite　did　intend　to　destroy　the　leg。　That　Cronkite　was　unhinged　seemed　more　probable　than　not。
　The　two　saboteurs　were　not　only　energetically　engaged　in　their　task；　they　were　so　exclusively　preoccupied　with　it　that　they　failed　to　notice　the　stealthy　approach　of　Mitchell　and　Sawyers。　The　two　scuba　divers　pressed　their　masks　together；　looked　into　each　other's　eyes…there　was　sufficient　reflected　light　from　the　other　divers　to　allow　them　to　do　this…and　nodded　simultaneously。　Not　much　given　to　squeamishness　where　potential　killers　were　concerned；　they　harpooned　the　two　saboteurs　through　their　backs。　In　both　cases；　death　was　instantaneous。　Mitchell　and　Sawyers　reloaded　their　pressed…air　harpoons　then；　for　good　measure；　sliced　their　two　victims*　breathing　tubes；　which　also　contained　the　munication　wires。
　On　the　Starlight；　Easton　and　his　crew　were　instantly　aware　that　something　had　gone　drastically　wrong。　The　dead　men　were　pulled　up；　the　harpoons　still　imbedded　in　their　backs；　and　as　the　corpses　were　being　hauled　over　the　gunwales　two　of　the　crew　cried　out　in　agony：　Mitchell　and　Sawyers　had　surfaced　and　picked　off　two　more　targets。　Whether　either　had　been　mortally　or　grievously　injured　was　impossible　to　say；　but　far　more　than　enough　had　happened　for　Easton　to　take　off　at　speed；　this　time　on　his　much　faster　diesels：　the　engines　were　admittedly　noisy；　but　the　darkness　was　so　intense　that　it　was　impossible　for　the　alerted　gunners　on　the　platform　to　obtain　an　accurate　fix　on　them。
　The　two　scuba　divers；　their　own　headlights　now　switched　on；　swam　down　to　the　spot　where　the　mines　and　explosives　had　been　attached　to　the　legs。　There　were　time　fuses　attached　to　both　mines　and　explosives。　Those　they　detached　and　let　fall　to　the　bottom　of　the　ocean。　For　good　measure　they　also　removed　the　detonators。　The　explosives；　now　harmless；　they　unwound　and　let　them　follow　the　time　fuses。　The　mines　they　prudently　left　where　they　were。　Both　men　were　explosives　experts　but　not　deep…water　explosives　experts。　Mines；　as　many　ghosts　can　attest；　can　be　very　tricky　and　unpredictable。　They　consist　of　TNT；　amatol；　or　some　such　conventional　explosive　as　the　main　charge。　In　their　central　tube　they　have　a　primer；　which　may　consist　of　one　of　a　variety　of　slow…burning　explosives；　and　fitted　to　the　top　of　the　primer　is　a　traveling　detonator；　activated　by　sea　pressure；　which　usually　consists　of　seventy…seven　grains　of　fulminate　of　mercury。　Even　with　this　detonator　removed；　the　primer　can　still　detonate　under　immense　pressure。　Neither　diver　had　any　wish　to　blow　up　the　pile…driven　anchors　or　the　tensioning　cables　attached　to　the　anchors。　Via　the　derrick　crane　they　made　their　way　back　to　the　platform　and　reported　to　the　radio　room。　They　had　to　wait　for　some　time　before　making　their　report；　for　Lord　Worth　was　in　a　far　from　amicable　telephone　conversation　with　Cronkite。　Marina　sat　apart；　her　hands　clenched　and　her　normally　tanned　face　a　grayish　color。　She　looked　at　Mitchell；　then　averted　her　eyes　as　if　she　never　wished　to　set　eyes　on　him　again；　which；　at　the　moment；　she　probably　didn't。　Cronkite　was　furious。　〃You　murderous　bastard；　Worth。〃　He　was　clearly　unaware　that　he　was　talking　in　the　presence　of　ladies。　〃Three　of　my　men　dead；　harpooned　through　the　back。〃　Involuntarily；　Marina　looked　at　Mitchell　again。　Mitchell　had　the　impression　that　he　was　either　a　monster　from　outer　space　or　from　the　nethermost　depths：　at　any　rate；　a　monster。
　
　
　Lord　Worth　was　no　less　furious。　〃It　would　be　a　pleasure　to　repeat　the　process…with　you　as　the　central　figure　this　time。〃
　Cronkite　choked；　then　said　with　what　might　have　been　truth：　〃My　intention　was　just　temporarily　to　incapacitate　the　Seawitch　without　harming　anyone　aboard。　But　if　you　want　to　play　it　rough　you'll　have　to　find　a　new　Seawitch　in　twenty…four　hours。　That's　if　you're　fortunate　enough　to　survive：　I'm　going　to　blast　you　out　of　the　water。〃
　Lord　Worth　was　calmer　now。　〃It　would　be　interesting　to　know　how　you're　going　to　achieve　that。　My　information　is　that　your　warships　have　been　ordered　back　to　base。〃
　〃There's　more　than　one　way　of　blasting　you　out　of　the　water。〃　Cronkite　sounded　very　sure　of　himself。　〃In　the　meantime　I'm　going　to　offload　the　Torbello's　oi