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lans。 The shaft and the chamber with the skull flooded before they could detour around the cave…in on their bikes to rescue their chief。〃
Marquez stared up at the mountain peaks surrounding Telluride that were outlined by the light of the evening stars。 〃Why cause the tunnel roof to collapse？ What did they gain from that？〃
〃The perfect murder；〃 answered Pitt。 〃They meant to kill the two of you by beating your brains in with rocks。 Then they would have buried your bodies in the debris from the cave…in。 When and if your remains were ever found； your deaths would be written off as a mining accident。〃
〃Why kill us？〃 Pat asked incredulously。 〃For what purpose？〃
〃Because you posed a threat。〃
〃Luis and I a threat？〃 She looked confused。 〃To whom？〃
〃To a well…financed； well…organized secret interest who didn't want the discovery of the chamber with the black skull to bee public knowledge。〃
〃Why would anyone want to cover up a major archaeological discovery？〃 said Pat； pletely off balance。
Pitt turned up the Palms of his hands in a helpless gesture。 〃That's where conjecture stops。 But I'm willing to bet the farm that this is not an isolated incident。 That a trail of bodies leads to other fords of this magnitude。〃
〃The only other archaeological project I can think of that is surrounded in this kind of mystery was an expedition led by Dr。 Jeffrey Taffet from Arizona State University。 He and several students died while exploring a cave on the northern slope of Mount Lascar in Chile。〃
〃What was the cause of their deaths？〃 asked Marquez。
〃They were found frozen to death；〃 answered Pat。 〃Which was very peculiar； according to the rescue team who found the bodies。 The weather had been perfect； without storms； and temperatures were barely below freezing。 An investigation turned up no reason for Taffet and his students to have succumbed to hypothermia。〃
〃What was of archaeological interest in the cave？〃 Pitt prompted。
〃No one knows for sure。 A pair of amateur mountain climbers from New York； both successful tax attorneys； discovered and explored the cave while descending from the summit of the mountain。 They described ancient artifacts neatly placed about inside； shortly before they were killed。〃
Pitt stared at her。 〃They died； too？〃
〃Their private plane crashed on takeoff from the airport at Santiago for the flight home。〃
〃The mystery deepens。〃
〃Subsequent expeditions to the cave found nothing inside；〃 Pat continued。 〃Either the attorneys exaggerated what they saw〃
〃Or someone cleaned out the artifacts；〃 Pitt finished。
〃I wonder if the attorneys found a black skull；〃 mused Marquez。
Pat shrugged。 〃No one will ever know。〃
〃Did you manage to salvage your notes from the chamber？〃 Marquez asked Pat。
〃The pages were soaked during our swim through the mine； but once I dried them with my hair dryer； they became quite readable。 And if you have any questions about the meaning of the inscriptions； you can forget them。 The symbols are from no known form of writing I've ever seen。〃
〃I would think that written symbols cross over cultures； ancient and modern that they would have similar markings；〃 said Pitt thoughtfully。
〃Not necessarily。 There are many ancient inscriptions that stand alone without parallel symbols。 Believe me when I say the signs on the walls in the chamber of the black skull are unique。〃
〃Any chance they might be a deception？〃
〃I won't know until I have a chance to study them in depth。〃
〃Take it from me；〃 Marquez stated emphatically； 〃no one had entered that chamber before me in a long time。 The surrounding rock showed no signs of recent digging。〃
Pat brushed her long red hair from her eyes。 〃The puzzle is who built it and why。〃
〃And when；〃 Pitt threw in。 〃Somehow the chamber and the killers are tied together。〃
A sudden breeze whistled up the canyon； rattling the windows of the solarium。 Pat shivered。 〃The evening is getting cool。 I think I'll get my coat。〃
Marquez turned toward the kitchen。 〃I wonder where Lisa is with the coffee and cake〃
His voice broke off as Pitt suddenly leaped to his feet。 In one convulsive movement； he shoved the miner under the log table； then seized Pat and threw her to the wooden floor； covering her body with his own。 Some alien wisp of movement in the shadows beside the house had tweaked the acute sense of menace that had been honed in him over the years。 In the next instant； two explosions of gunfire burst from the shadows outside； ing so close together； they sounded as one。
Pitt lay there on Pat； hearing her gasp for the breath he had knocked from her chest。 He rolled off her and came to his feet as he heard a familiar voice shout from the evening shadows； a voice distinct with an assured confidence。
〃Got him！〃
Pitt slowly helped Pat to a chair and pulled Marquez to his feet。 〃Those were gunshots。 。 。 that voice？〃 murmured a dazed Marquez。
〃Not to worry；〃 Pitt said reassuringly。 〃The posse is on our side。〃
〃Lisa； my kids；〃 Marquez blurted； turning and starting to run into the house。
〃Safe in the bathtub；〃 said Pitt； grabbing an arm。
〃How？〃
〃Because that's where I told them to hide。〃
A stocky bull of a man materialized from the mountain undergrowth surrounding the house； wearing an Arctic white jumpsuit with a hood。 He was dragging a body through the snow； dressed in a black ninja suit； its face covered by a ski mask。 There was still enough light left in the sky to see the white…clad man's shag of black curly hair； dark Etruscan eyes； and lips spread in a white…toothed grin。 He pulled the body along by one foot as effortlessly as if he were hauling a ten…pound bag of potatoes。
〃Any problems？〃 asked Pitt quietly； stepping outside into the snow…covered yard。
〃None；〃 answered the stranger。 〃Like mugging a blind man。 Despite a masterful attempt at a sneaky intrusion； the last thing he expected was an ambush。〃
〃Underrating his intended prey is the worst miscalculation a professional killer can make。〃
Pat gazed at Pitt； ashen…faced。 〃You planned this？〃 she uttered mechanically。
〃Of course；〃 Pitt admitted； almost fiendishly。 〃The killers are。 。 。〃 He paused to look down at the man lying at his feet。 〃Or； rather； were fanatics。 I can't begin to guess what lies behind their motive to kill anyone who entered that mysterious chamber。 In my case； I moved to the head of their kill list when I showed up out of the blue and put a wrench in their well…oiled plan。 They were also afraid I might return to the chamber and retrieve the black skull。 Their fear of Pat was that she might decipher the inscriptions。
〃After we escaped the tunnel and were released by Sheriff Eagan； this one stood back and watched us； waiting for the right opportunity。 Because they had already made such a prolonged effort to hide the chamber discovery by eliminating all witnesses； it didn't take a class in village idiocy to figure they were not about to leave the job undone and allow any of us to leave Telluride alive。 So I threw out