"It does seem peculiar," Cabrillo admitted. He lowered the glasses momentarily in thought, puffed on his pipe, and peered through the lenses again. "It's also peculiar that all work on the ship appears to have stopped. No sign of tight security either."

"Tell you anything?" asked Giordino.

"It either tells Qin Shang is uncommonly careless or our renowned intelligence agencies have been outsmarted by him," said Cabrillo quietly.

"We'll know better after we check out the ship's bottom," said Pitt. "If he intends to smuggle illegal aliens into foreign countries under the noses of their immigration officials, he'd have to have a technique for removing them off the ship undetected. That can only mean some kind of watertight passage beneath the waterline to shore or even possibly a submarine."

Cabrillo tapped his pipe on the rail, watching as the ashes spiraled down into the harbor. Then he looked thoughtfully across the water at the former pride of America's passenger fleet, her superstructure and two rakish funnels brilliantly lit like a movie set. When he spoke it was slowly and solemnly. "You fully realize, I assume, that if something should go wrong, a minor mishap, an overlooked detail, and you are caught in what is considered an act of espionage by the People's Republic of China, you will be treated accordingly."

"Like being tortured and shot," said Giordino.

Cabrillo nodded. "And without anyone in our government so much as lifting then" little finger to stop the execution."

"Al and I are fully aware of the consequences," said Pitt. "But you're placed in the hazardous position of risking your entire crew and your ship. I wouldn't fault you for a second if you wanted to toss us in the bay and steam off into the sunset"

Cabrillo stared at him and smiled craftily. "Are you serious? Skip out on you? I'd never consider it. Certainly not for the enormous sum of money a certain secret government fund is paying me and the crew. As far as I'm concerned, this has far less risk than robbing a bank."

"In excess of seven figures?" Pitt asked.

"More like eight," replied Cabrillo, suggesting a fee of over ten million dollars.

Giordino looked over at Pitt sadly. "When I think of what our pitiful monthly stipend from NUMA adds up to, I can't help wondering where we went wrong."

UNDER THE COVER OF PREDAWN DARKNESS, THE SUBMERSIBLE Sea Dog II, with Pitt and Giordino inside, was lifted from her crate by the loading crane, swung over the side of the ship and slowly lowered into the water. A crewman standing on top of the submersible unhooked the cable and was hauled back on board. Then the Oregon's shore launch pulled alongside and attached a towline. Giordino stood in the open hatch that was raised three feet above the water while Pitt continued ticking off the instrument and equipment checklist.

"Ready when you are," announced Max Hanley from the launch.