"Directly responsible for saving innumerable lives during the Vixen operation. Instrumental in obtaining the Canadian merger treaty. Heading the project to raise the Titanic, with subsequent discovery of a rare element for the Sicilian project. You have an uncanny knack for getting around."

"I believe the word is 'ubiquitous.' " Oates injected.

"You were in the Air Force before joining NUMA," Emmett continued.

"Rank of major. Excellent record in Vietnam." He hesitated, a strange inquisitive look growing on his face. "I see here you'received a commendation for destroying one of our own aircraft."

"Perhaps I should explain that," Sandecker said, "since I was on the aircraft Dirk shot down."

"I realize we're pressed for time, but I'd be interested to hear that tale," said Oates.

Sandecker nodded agreeably. "My staff and I were flying on a twin turboprop transport from Saigon to a small coastal port north of Da Nang. Unknown to us, the field we were supposed to land on was overrun by North Vietnamese regulars. Our radio malfunctioned and my pilot was unable to receive the warning. Dirk was flying nearby, returning to his base from a bombing mission. The local commander directed him to intercept and alert us by whatever means available." Sandecker looked over at Pitt and smiled.

"I have to say he tried everything short of a neon sign. He played charades from his cockpit, fired several bursts from his guns across our nose, but nothing penetrated our thick skulls. When we were on our final landing approach, coming in from the sea toward the airstrip, in what has to be a rare exhibition of precision aerial marksmanship, he shot out both our engines, forcing my pilot to ditch our plane in the water only one mile from shore. Dirk then flew cover, strafing enemy boats putting out from the beach, until everyone was taken aboard a Navy patrol vessel. After learning that he saved me from certain imprisonment and possible death, we became good friends.

Several years later, when President Ford asked me to launch NUMA, I persuaded Dirk to join me."

Oates looked at Pitt through bemused eyes. "You lead an interesting life. I envy you."

Before Pitt could reply, Alan Mercier said, "I'm sure Mr. Pitt is curious why we asked him here."

"I'm well aware of the reason," Pitt said.

He looked from man to man. They all looked like they hadn't slept in a month. At last he addressed himself directly to Oates. "I know who was responsible for the theft and subsequent spill of Nerve Agent S into the Gulf of Alaska." He spoke slowly and distinctly. "I know who committed nearly thirty murders while hijacking the presidential yacht and its passengers. I know the identities of those passengers and why they were abducted. And lastly, I know who sabotaged the Leonin Andreyev, killing two hundred men, women and children. There is no speculation or guesswork on my part. The facts and evidence are rock Solid."