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the black jet circled overhead； dipping its wings in an unexpected salute。 Even Sandecker appeared in one scene； standing over Pitt and Hunnewell and sadly shaking his head。 The weather； the layout of the beach； the color of the sea…they all differed from fantasy to fantasy。 Only one small detail always remained faithfully…Hunnewell's last words。
The audience's applause woke Pitt up。 He stared at nothing in particular； stupidly gathering his thoughts。
The lights had e on and he spent several moments blinking and getting his eyes accustomed to the glare。
Rondheim was still on the dais； smugly accepting the generous acclaim。 He held up his hands for silence。
〃As most of you know； my favorite diversion is memorizing verse。 With all due modesty； I must honestly state that my acquired knowledge is quite formidable。 I would； at this time； like to put my reputation on the block and invite any of you in the audience to begin a line of any verse that es to your mind。 If I cannot finish the stanza that follows or； plete the poem to your total satisfaction； I shall personally donate fifty thousand dollars to your favorite charity。〃 He waited until the murmur of excited voices tapered to silence once more。
〃Shall we begin？ Who will be first to challenge my memory？〃
Sir Eric Marks stood。〃 'Should the guardian friend or mother…' Try that one for an introduction； Oskar。〃
Rondheim nodded。 〃 'Tell the woes of wilful waste； Scorn their counsel； scorn their pother； You can hang or drown at last！' 〃 He paused for effect。 〃 'One and Twenty' by Samuel Johnson。〃
Marks bowed in acknowledgment。 〃Absolutely correct。〃
F。 James Kelly rose next。 〃Finish this one if you can and name the author。 'Now all my days are trances； And all my nightly dreams…' 〃 Rondheim hardly skipped a beat。
〃 'Are where thy grey eye glances； And where thy footstep gleams…In what ethereal dances； By what eternal streams！' 'The tine in Paradise' and it was written by Edgar Allan Poe。〃
〃My pliments。 Oskar。〃 Kelly was visibly impressed。 〃You rate an A plus。〃
Rondheim looked about the room； a smile slowly spreading across his chiseled face as a familiar figure rose in the back。 〃Do you wish to try your luck； Major Pitt？〃
Pitt looked at Rondheim somberly。 〃I can only offer you three words。〃
〃I accept the challenge；〃 Rondheim said confidently。 〃Please state them。〃
〃 'God save thee；' 〃 Pitt said very slowly； almost as if he were skeptical of any additional tines。
Rondheim laughed。 〃Elementary； Major。 You've done me the kindness of allowing me to quote from my favorite verse。〃 The contempt in Rondheim's voice was there； everyone in the room could feel it。〃 'God save thee； ancient Mariner； From the fiends； that plague thee thus。 Why look'st thou so？ With my crossbow I shot the albitross。 The sun now rose upon the right。 Out on the sea came he； Still hid in mist； and on the left went cioN；n into the sea。 And the good south wind still blew behind； But no sweet bird did follow； Nor any day for lo…；mid or Dlay Came to the mariners' hollo。 And I had done a hellish time； And it would work 'em woe。 For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow。' 〃 Then suddenly Rondheim stopped； looking at Pitt curiously。 〃There's little need to continue。 It's obvious to all present that you have asked me to quote 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge。〃
Pitt began to breathe a little easier。 The light suddenly became brighter at the end of the tunnel。 He knew something that he hadn't known before。 It wasn't over yet； but things were looking up。 He was glad now that he had played the proverbial long shot。 The gamble had paid off in unexpected answers。 The nightmare of Hunnewell's death would never trouble his sleep again。
A satisfied smile touched his lips。 〃Thank you； Mr。 Rondheim。 Your memory serves you well。〃
There was something about Pitts tone that made Rondheim uneasy。 〃The pleasure is mine； Major。〃 He didn't like the smile on Pitt's face…he didn't like it at all。
Chapter 14
Pitt suffered for another half hour as rondheim continued to awe the audience with his vast repertoire of verse。 At last the program was over。 The doors were opened and the crowded room drained into the main salon； the women escorted onto the terrace to engage in small talk and sip a sweet alcoholic concoction passed about by the servants； the men directed to the trophy room for cigars and one hundred…year…old Rouche brandy。
The cigars were carried into the room within a sterling silver case and presented for everyone's selection except Pitt。 He was blithely ignored。 After the lighting ritual； each man holding his cigar over a candle； warming it to the desired temperature； the servants passed around the Rouche brandy； the heavy； yellowbrown fluid in exotically designed snifter glasses。 Again Pitt was left empty…handed。
Apart from himself and Oskar Rondheim； Pitt counted thirty…two men gathered around the flames crackling in the immense fireplace at the end of the trophy room。 The reaction to Pitts presence； as expressed by the faces； was interesting。 No one even noticed him。
For a fleeting moment he pictured himself a ghost with no substance that had just walked through the wall and was waiting for a sance to begin so that he could put a spiritual appearance。 Or so he thought。 He could have imagined all sorts of strange scenes； but there was no imagining the blunt； circular gun barrel that was pressing into his spine。
He didn't bother to see whose hand held the gun。
It would have made little difference。 Rondheim answered any doubt。
〃Kirsti！〃 Rondheim stared behind Pitt。 〃You are early。 I didn't expect you for another twenty minutes。〃
Von Hummel produced a handkerchief； mopped a brow that soaked the monogrammed linen and asked： 〃The girl he arrived with； has she been readied？〃
〃Miss Royal has been made quite fortable；〃 Kirsti said； staring right through Pitt。 There was something in her tone that left him with a feeling of doubt。
Rondheim came over and took the gun from her hand as though he was a concerned parent。 〃Guns and beauty do not go together；〃 he scolded。 〃You must allow a man to guard the major。〃
〃Oh； I rather enjoyed it；〃 she said in a throaty tone。 〃It's been so long since I've held one。〃
〃I see no reason to delay any further；〃 Jack Boyle said。 〃Our timing is plex。 We must proceed at once。〃
〃There is time；〃 Rondheim said tersely。
A Russian； a short； stocky man with thinning hair； brown eyes and a limping gait； stood and faced Rondheim。 〃I believe you owe us an explanation； Mr。 Rondheim。 Why is this man；〃 he nodded in Pitt's direction； 〃being treated like a criminal？ You told myself and the other gentlemen here he is a newspaperman and that it would not be wise to speak too freely with him。 Yet； that is the fourth or fifth time tonight you have referred to him as Major。〃
Rondheim studied the man before him； then set down his glass and pushed the button on a telephone。
He didn't lift the receiver or talk into it； only picked up his glass and sipped at the remaining contents。
〃Before your questions are answered； rade Tamareztov； I suggest you look behind you。〃
The Russian called Tamaretov swung around。
Everyone swung around and looked to their rear。 Not Pitt； he didn't have to。 He kept his eyes straight ahead at a mirror that betrayed several；bar…looking； expressionless men in black coveralls； who suddenly materialized at the opposite end of the room； all…17 automatic rifles braced in the firing position。
A round…shouldered； heavy character in his middle seventies； with blue knifing eyes deep set in a wizened face； grasped F。 James Kelly by the arm。 〃You invited me to join you tonight； James。 I think you know what this is all about。〃
〃Yes； I do。〃 When Kelly spoke； the pained look in his eyes was plainly visible。 Then he turned away。
Slowly； very slowly； almost unnoticed； Kelly； Rondheim； Von Hummel； Marks and eight other men had grouped themselves on one side of the fireplace； leaving Pitt and the remaining guests standing opposite the flames in utter bew