"Now walk, don't run to the nearest exit," Giordino said casually, "your hands clasped on your heads."

Pitt, the tired expression on his face reflecting the gnawing pain in his leg, said to Giordino: "You sliced your timing pretty thin."

"The capital of Italy wasn't constructed in twenty-four hours," Giordino paraphrased pontifically. "After all, swimming ashore, finding Zacynthus, Zeno and their roving band of commandos and then leading them through that godawful labyrinth on the run wasn't the most leisurely of chores."

"Did you have any trouble with my directions?"

"No problem. The elevator shaft was right where you said it'd be."

Von Till moved close to Pitt, his eyes cold as ice. "Who told you about the elevator?"

"No one," Pitt replied tersely. "Wandering through the labyrinth, I accidentally took a side corridor that ended at a ventilator shaft. I heard the sound of generators somewhere beyond the opening. Their purpose came to me when I was sure of the sea cavern. Your villa sits on a near vertical line above the shoreline cliffs. An underground elevator had to be the only means of moving from the villa to the cavern without detection. The shaft, the cavern and passageways were a made to order arrangement for smuggling, courtesy of the Phoenicians over two thousand years ago."

"Wait a minute," Giordino cut in. "Are you suggesting that somebody was smuggling out of here before Christ?"

"You didn't do your homework." Pitt grinned. "If you'd read the brochure that Zeno handed out before we started on the tour of the ruins, you'd know that Thasos was originally settled by the Phoenicians to exploit its gold and silver deposits. The tunnels and shaft are part of an ancient mine. Eventually it was worked out and abandoned. The Greeks discovered it a few hundred years later and thought it was some kind of mysterious labyrinth built by the Gods."

A movement on the dock attracted Pitt's attention and he looked up.

Zacynthus appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stood, staring down at Pitt for several long moments. Finally he asked:

"How's the leg?"

Pitt shrugged. "It'll probably smart a bit when the barometer drops, but it shouldn't slow up my sex life."

"Colonel Zeno sent two of his men after a stretcher. They should be here in a few minutes."

"Were you able to overhear any of our enlightening conversation?"

Zacynthus nodded. "Every word. The acoustics in here would do credit to Carnegie Hall."

"You'll never prove any of it," von Till said in contempt. His lips curled in a sneer, but there was a trace of desperation in his eyes.