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It was a pleasant Southern California evening。 The day's smog had cleared away and a cool breeze from the west carried the strong； clean smell of the Pacific Ocean through the center garden of the Disneyland Hotel； soothing the soreness of Pitts injuries and tranquilizing his mind for the task ahead。 He stood silent； waiting for the glass…enclosed elevator to descend along the exterior of the building。
The elevator hummed and stopped and the doors slid open。 He scratched an imaginary itch in his eye and lowered his head； shielding his face as a young man and woman； arm in arm； laughing gaily to themselves； stepped past him without noticing his worse…for…wear features or the arm enclosed in a plaster cast and supported by a black cloth sling。
He entered and pushed the button marked six。 The elevator rose swiftly； and he turned and looked through the windows at the skyline of Orange County。 He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled； watching the sparkling carpet of lights spread and widen toward the dark horizon as the first three floors slid by。 The lights blinked in the crystal air； reminding him of a jewel box。
It hardly seemed like two hours since the park doctor had set his wrist and Pitt had showered and shaved and eaten his first solid meal since leaving Iceland。
The doctor was quite definite that he go to a hospital but Pitt wouldn't hear of it。
The doctor had said sternly； 〃You're a fool； you're damn near dead on your feet。 You should have given up and collapsed hours ago。 If you don't get your butt between the sheets of a hospital bed； you're going to experience a first…class breakdown。〃
〃Thanks；〃 Pitt had said shortly。 〃I'm grateful for your professional concern； but there's one more act to play out。 Two hours…no more…then I'll dedicate what's left of my body to medical science。〃
The elevator slowed and stopped； the door opened and Pitt stepped onto the soft red carpet of the sixth floor foyer。 He abruptly halted in midstep to keep from colliding with three men who were waiting to go down。
Two of the men he took to be Kippmann's agents。 Of the third man； the one slumped head downward in the middle； there was no doubt； it was F。 James Kelly。
Pitt stood there blocking their way。 Kelly slowly lifted his head and stared at Pitt vacantly； unrecognizing。 Finally Pitt broke the uneasy silence。
〃I'm almost sorry your grand scheme failed； Kelly。
〃In theory； it was glorious。 In execution； it was impossible。〃
Kelly's eyes widened by slow degrees and the color drained from his face。 〃My God 。 。 。 is that you； Major Pitt？ But no 。 。 。 you're 。 。 。〃
〃Supposed to be dead？〃 Pitt finished； as if it no longer mattered too much except to himself。
〃Oskar swore he killed you。〃
〃I managed to leave the party early；〃 Pitt said coldly。
Kelly shook his head back and forth。 〃Now I understand why my plan failed。 It seems； Major； that fate cast you in the role of my avenging nemesis。〃
〃Purely a matter of my being at the wrong place at the wrong time。〃
Kelly smiled thinly and nodded to the two agents。 The three of them entered the waiting elevator。
Pitt stood aside； then suddenly said； 〃Sam left you a message。〃
Kelly took seconds to recover。 〃Is Sam…〃
〃Sam died out on the tundra；〃 Pitt finished。 〃Near the end he wanted you to know he forgave you。〃
〃Oh； God 。 。 。 oh； Cod；〃 Kelly moan in agony； his fingers covering his eyes。 For many years afterward； Pitt carried the mental picture of Kelly's face just before the elevator door closed… The stricken lines； the dull； lifeless eyes； the ashen skin。 It was the face of a man who looked as if he was strangling。
Pitt tried the door with the numerals 605。 It was locked。 He walked to the door of 607 and twisted the knob。 It opened。 He quietly stepped over the threshold and eased the door closed。 The； room was cool and dark。 The smell of stale cigar butts invaded his nostrils before he passed through the entry hall。 The odor was all he needed to know it was Rondheim's room。
Moonlight filtered through the drapes； casting long shapeless shadows as he searched through the bedroom； nothing but Rondheim's clothes and luggage was undisturbed。 Kippmann had kept his word。 His men had been careful not to alert Kirsti Fyrie or give her the slightest warning of Rondheim's fate or the sudden demise of Hermit Limited。
He moved toward a shaft of yellow light that split the half…open door to the adjoining room。 He entered； treading softly； noiselessly like a night animal ready to spring。 It could hardly be called a room； a plush suite would have been a fairer description。 it consisted of a hall； a living room with an amply stocked bar； a bathroom and a bedroom； edged on one side by a large sliding glass door that led to a small balcony。
All the rooms were empty except the bathroom； the sound Of running water told him that Kirsti was in the shower。 Pitt walked over to the bar； casually poured himself a scotch on the rocks and just as casually eased into a long fortable sofa。 Twenty minutes and two drinks later； Kirsti emerged from the bathroom。 She was wearing a green silk kimono； loosely sashed at the waist。 Her golden hair danced around her head like a silver…colored halo。 She looked incredibly fresh and lovely。
She walked through the bedroom into the living room and was in the midst of mixing herself a drink when she saw Pitts reflection in the mirror behind the bar。 She stood there as if suddenly struck by paralysis； very pale； with an expression of uncertainty on her face。
〃I suppose；〃 Pitt said quietly； 〃the appropriate thing for a gentleman to say when a beautiful woman leaves her bath is； Behold； Venus arises from the waves。〃
She turned and the look of uncertainty slowly turned to one of curiosity。 〃Do I know you？〃
〃We've met。〃
She clutched the edge of the bar； silent； her eyes searching him。 〃Dirk！〃 she whispered softly。 〃It's you。 It's really you。 Thank God； you're still alive。〃
〃Your concern for my welfare es a little late。〃
They stared at each other； green eyes locked on violet。
〃Elsa Koch； Bonny Parker and Lucretia Borgia；〃 he said； 〃all could have taken lessons from you on how to kill friends and influence enemies。〃
〃I had to do what I've done；〃 she said faintly' 〃But I swear to you I have killed no one。 I was unwillingly pulled into the vortex by Oskar。 I never dreamed that his association with Kelly would lead to death for so many。〃
〃You say you've killed no one。〃
〃Yes。
〃You're lying。〃
She gazed at him oddly。 〃What are you talking about？〃
〃You killed Kristjan Fyrie！〃
She looked at him now as if he'd gone mad。 Her lips were trembling； and her eyes…those lovely violet eyes…were dark with fear。
〃You can't mean what you're saying；〃 she gasped。
〃Kristjan died on the Lax； he was burned 。 。 。 burned to death。〃
The time had e； Pitt told himself； to settle the account； balance the entries； tally the final score。 He leaned forward。
〃Kristjan Fyrie didn't die a fiery death on a ship in the North Atlantic…he died under a surgeon's scalpel on an operating table in Veracruz； Mexico。〃
Pitt let it sink in。 He took a couple of sips of his drink and lit a cigarette。 The words were not easy for him。 He watched her without speaking。
Kirsti's mouth had fallen open。 She closed it quickly and numbly searched for something to say。 She was on the verge of tears that would never e。 Then she lowered her head and covered her face with her hands。
〃I have it on good authority；〃 Pitt continued。 〃The operation took place at the Sau de Sol Hospital and the surgeon was a Dr。 Jesus Ybarra。〃
She looked up with an expression of agony。 〃Then you know everything。〃
〃Almost。 There are still a couple of loose ends。〃
〃Why do you torture me by beating around the bush？ Why don't you e out and say it。〃
Pitt spoke calmly。 〃Say what？ That you're really Kristjan Fyrie？
That there never was a sister。 That Kristjan died at the exact moment you were born？〃 He shook his head。 〃What difference would it make？ As Kristjan you weren't willing to accept the sex your body had given you so you undertoo