Pitt was getting restless. He opened the door and walked out onto the deck. The hot air struck him like a cloud of steam and he winced. All this expense and all these men sweating their asses off to catch a stinking fish, he thought. Who the hell cares if our ancestors were apes or fish—what difference did it make? At the rate mankind was racing toward self-destruction, it would probably be extinct in another thousand years or less anyway. He turned back to the darkened doorway and faced Gunn.

"OK," Pitt said slowly. "I know what you and your boatload of academic brains are searching for. Now the only question in my mind is where do I come in? If you're having trouble with broken cables, faulty generators or missing tools, you don't need me, you need a good mechanic who knows how to take care of his equipment."

Gunn's face looked puzzled for a moment, then he grinned. "I see that you've been pumping information out of Dr. Knight."

"Dr. Knight?"

"Yes, Ken Knight, the young fellow who picked you up in the whaleboat this morning. He's quite a brilliant marine geophysicist."

"That's an impressive description," said Pitt. "He seemed friendly enough during the boat ride, but he hardly struck me as brilliant."

The heat outside was becoming unbearable and the metal railing gleamed ominously. Pitt, not thinking, put his hand on the metal and instantly cursed as a burning sting etched his palm. Suddenly the pain set off an immense feeling of irritation within him and he returned to the cabin, slamming the door.

"Let's skip all this crap," Pitt snapped sharply. "Just tell me what miracle I'm supposed to perform that puts a Teaser over your fireplace and I'll get to work." He stretched out in Gunn's bunk and took a deep breath and relaxed as the coolness of the stateroom calmed him once more. He glanced across the room at Gunn. Gunn's face was expressionless, but Pitt knew him well enough to perceive his discomfort. Pitt smiled and reached over and gripped Gunn on the shoulder. "I don't wish to appear mercenary, but if you want me to join your little crew of scientific pirates it's going to cost you a drink. All this talk makes a man pretty damn thirsty."

Gunn laughed with relief and called over his intercom for some ice from the ship's galley. Then he produced a bottle of Chivas Regal and two glasses from his bottom desk drawer. "While we're waiting for the ice, you might scan this report I wrote concerning our equipment malfunctions." He passed a yellow folder to Pitt. "I've covered every incident in detail and chronological order. In the beginning I thought it was merely accidents or bad luck, but now it's gone far beyond the realm of mere coincidence."

"Have you any proof of tampering or sabotage?" asked Pitt.

"None whatsoever."

"The broken cable that Knight mentioned, was it cut?"