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red percent correct about creating excitement in the village。〃 He nodded in the direction of the road where at least twenty villagers stood silently holding every type of weapon from telescopic rifles to small…bore shotguns； all aimed steadily at the door of Jonsson's cottage。 Mundsson was resting his gun easily in the crook of one arm； one foot solidly on the second doorstep； his son Biarni slightly off to one side with an old Mauser bolt…action rifle。
Pitt held both hands out where they could easily be seen。 〃I think now is an appropriate time； Doctor； to give me a remendation。 'nese good townspeople aren't sure who plays the good guys or the bad guys。〃
Jonsson stepped past Pitt and spoke for several minutes in Icelandic。 When he finished； the guns began to lower one by one and several of the villagers drifted toward their homes while a few lingered on the road to await further developments。 Jonsson extended his hand； and Pitt gripped it。
〃I fervently hope you meet with success in finding the man responsible for the terrible number of senseless murders；〃 Jonsson said。 〃If you should meet him； I fear for your life。 You are not a killer。 If you were； two men would lie dead in my home。 Your concern for life； I fear； will be your defeat。 I beg you； my friend； do not hesitate when the moment arrives。 God and luck go with you。〃
Pitt threw a last salute at Dr。 Jonsson and turned and stepped down the front steps to the road。 Bjarni held the passenger door of the Land Rover open for him。 The seat was firm and the backrest stiff； but Pitt could not have cared less； his entire body was numb。 He sat there as Mundsson started the engine and shifted through the gears； steering the truck over a stretch of smooth； narrow pavement toward Reykjavik。 Pitt could have easily drifted off into a dead sleep； but somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind a spark refused to go out。 Something that he saw； something that was said； an undistinguishable something refused to let his mind slow down and rest。 It was like a song he couldn't quite recall whose title was on the tip of his tongue。
Finally； he gave it up and dozed off。
Chapter 7
Time after time； the exact number became lost； Pitt struggled up from the bottom of the rolling surf and staggered onto the beach dragging Hunnewell。 Time after time； he bandaged the oceanographer's arm only to slide into darkness again。 Desperately； every time the event ran through his brain like an image from a film projector； he tried to hang onto those fleeting moments of consciousness； only to lose out to the inevitable fact that nothing can change the past。 It was a nightmare； he thought vaguely as he tried to tear himself away from the bloodstained beach。 He gathered his strength and with a mighty effort forced his eyes open； expecting to see an empty bedroom。 The bedroom was there all right； but it wasn't empty。
〃Good morning； Dirk；〃 said a soft voice。 〃I'd almost lost hope that you would ever wake up。〃
Pitt looked up into the smiling brown eyes of a long…bodied girl who sat on a chair at the foot of his bed。 〃The last birdie with a Yellow bill who hopped upon my windowsill didn't resemble you in the slightest；〃 he said。
She laughed； so did the brown eyes。 She pushed the long strands of shining fawn…colored hair behind her ears。 Then she stood up 'and walked around to the head of the bed with a movement that could best be described as mercury flowing down a meandering glass tube。 She wore a red wool dress that clung to her precision…shaped hour…glass figure； the bern topping a pair of neatly sculptured knees。 She wasn't exactly beautiful in the exotic sense nor was she overly sexy； but she was cute…damned cute…with a pert attractiveness that melted every man she met。
She touched the bandage on the side of his head； and the smile gave way to a feminine look of Florence Nightingale concern。 〃You've had a nasty time； hurt much？〃
〃Only when I stand on my head。〃
Pitt knew who she was。 Her name was Tidi Royal and he knew her reason for genuine anxiety； he knew her fun and…games personality was misleading。 She could pound out one hundred and twenty words a minute on a typewriter for eight hours without a yawn； and take shorthand a shade faster。 The primary reasons why Admiral James Sandecker hired her as his private secretary…or so he steadfastly claimed。
Pitt pulled himself to a sitting position and peeked under the covers to see if he was wearing anything。 He was； just barely…a pair of boxer shorts。 〃If you're here； it could only mean the admiral is close by。〃
Fifteen minutes after he got your message over the consulates radio； we were on a jet to Iceland。 He's pretty shaken about Dr。 Hunnewell's death。 Admiral Sandecker blames himself。〃
〃He's going to have to stand in line；〃 Pitt said。 〃I got there first。〃
〃He said you'd feel that way。〃 Tidi tried to speak lightly but it didn't quite e off。 〃Guilt…ridden conscience； probably trying to redo the event in your mind。〃
〃The admiral's extrasensory perception must be working overtime。〃
〃Oh； no；〃 she said。 〃I don't mean the admiral。〃
Pitt frowned quizzically。
〃A Dr。 Jonsson from a little vilage to the north called and gave the consulate very explicit instructions regarding your convalescence。〃
〃Convalescence； crap！〃 Pitt snapped。 〃Which reminds me。 What in hell are you doing in my bedroom？〃
She looked hurt。 〃I volunteered。〃
〃Volunteered？〃
〃To sit with you while you slept；〃 she said。 〃Dr。 Jonsson insisted。 There's been a consulate staff member sitting in this room every minute since you closed your eyes last evening。〃 Our 〃What time is it？ 〃A few minutes past ten…A。m。 I might add。〃
〃God； I've wasted Nearly fourteen hours。 What happened to my clothes？〃
〃Thrown out in the trash； I should imagine。 They weren't fit for rags。 You'll have to borrow some from a staff member。〃
〃In that case； how about rounding up something casual while I take a quick shower and shave。〃 He tossed her his bite…is…worse…than…bark look and said； 〃OK； dearheart； face the wall。〃
She remained facing the bed。 〃I've always wondered what it would be like to see you wake up in the morning。〃
He shrugged and threw back the covers。 He was halfway through the motion of pushing himself to his feet when three things happened： his eyes suddenly saw three Tidis； the room swayed as though it was made of rubber； and his head began to ache with the mother of all aches。
Tidi stepped forward abruptly and clutched his right arm； her face reflecting the Florence Nightingale concern again。 〃Please； Dirk； your head isn't ready for your feet yet。〃
〃Nothing； it's nothing。 I stood up too fast。〃 He made it to his feet and lurched into her arms。 〃You'd make a lousy nurse； Tidi。 you get too involved with Your patients。〃
He held onto her for several moments until the triplets became one and the bedroom stood at rigid attention； only the ache in his head refused to diminish。
〃You're the one Patient I'd love to get involved With； Dirk。〃 She held onto him tightly and made no attempt to remove her arms。 〃But you never seem to entice me。 You'd stand next to me in an empty elevator an