按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
〃I said I misled you。〃 Pitt was hanging back tensed in a half boxing； half judo position； waiting for Rondheim's next move。 〃In reality； I'm about as queer as Carzo Butera。〃
With the sound of his true name； Rondheim could see death's fingers reaching out to touch him； but he kept his voice under iron control； his bleeding face an expressionless mask。 〃It seems I underestimated you； Major。〃
〃You were an easy man to lead astray； Oskar； or should I call you by the name on your birth certificate？
No matter； your run has played out。〃
Mouthing a string of curses through blood…speck lips； his face now frozen in insane hate； Rondheim flung himself at Pitt。 He hadn't taken a second step when Pitt brought an uppercut from the deck and rammed it as solidly as a sledgehammer into Rondheim's teeth。 Pitt had given it everything he had； thrown his shoulder and body into it with such force that his ribs screamed in agony and he knew even as he did it that he could never marshal the strength to do it again。
There came a dull squish sound； mingled with a muffled cracking noise。 Rondheim's teeth were jerked from their sockets and imbedded in torn lips as Pitts wrist snapped。 For two or three seconds Rondheim seemed to straighten and stand there poised like a frame frozen in a movie projector； then； with the unbelievably slow； irrevocable finality of a falling tree； he crumbled to the deck and lay still。
Pitt stood and panted through clenched teeth； his right wrist hanging …limply at his side。 He stared up at the little lights flashing from the make…believe cannon on the fortress and then he noticed that the next excursion boat was passing through the chamber。 He blinked his eyes to focus more clearly and the sweat ran into them and stung。 There was something he had to do。 At first the thought repulsed him； but he shook it aside； determined that there could be no other way。
He stepped over the sprawling legs of the unconscious man and bent down； propping one of Rondheim's arms against the deck and the bottom base of the railing。 Then； riisin；g one of his feet； he stomped on it； shuddering inwardly as the bone broke a few inches below the elbow。
Rondheim stirred sluggishly and moaned。
〃That's for Jerome Lillie；〃 Pitt said； his voice bitter。
He repeated the process with Rondheim's other arm； noting with grim satisfaction that his victim's eyes had opened and were staring vacantly； pupils enlarged； in a glassy state of physical shock。
〃Score that one ior Tidi Royal。〃
Pitt moved automatically as he turned Rondheim's body so that the legs were pointing in the opposite direction； propped as the arms had been on the deck and trained The thinking； emotional part of Pitts mind was C； no longer part of his brain。 It floated outside its cranial vault； keeping enouph contact to pull the strings that made the hands and feet work。 Inside the bruised； cut； and in some places。 deserted shelter； the machine was quietly； smoothly ticking over。 The deadly exhaustion and pain were pushed into the background； forgotten for the moment until his mind regained full control。
There。 he jumped on Rondheim's left leg。
〃Mark that up for Sam Kelly。〃
Rondheim screamed a scream that died in his throat。 The glazed blue…gray eyes stared upward intg Pitts。 〃Kill me；〃 he whispered。 〃why don't you kill me？〃
〃If you lived for a thousand years；〃 Pitt said grimly； 〃you could never make up for all the pain and misery you've caused。 I want you to know what it's like； feel the agony as your bones part； the helplessness of lying there and watching it happen。 I should break your spine like you did Lillie's； watch you rot your life away in a wheelchair。 But that would be wishful Thinking； Oskar。 Your trial might last a few weeks； even months； but there isn't a jury in the world that won't hand you a death sentence without leaving the box。 No； I'd be doing you a favor by killing you； and that would never do。 This one is for Willie Hunnewell。〃
There was no grin on Pitts face； no gleam of anticipation in the deep green eyes。 He leaped for the fourth and final time and the hoarse； horrible scream of pain rolled over the ship's decks； echoed through the chamber； then slowly faded and died。
With a feeling of emptiness； almost sadness； Pitt sat there on a hatch cover and stared down at the broken figure of Rondheim。 It wasn't a pretty sight。 The fury within him had found its outlet and now he felt totally drained as he waited for his lungs and heart to slow back to normal。
He was sitting there like that when Kippmann and Lazard came charging across the deck； followed by a small army of security men。 They said nothing。 there was nothing they could say； at least not for a full sixty seconds； not until the full significance of what Pitt had done became clear to them。
Finally Kippmann broke the silence。 〃A little rough on him； weren't you？〃
〃He's Oskar Rondheim；〃 Pitt said vaguely。
Are you sure？〃
〃I seldom forget a face；〃 Pitt said。 〃Especially when it belongs to a man who kicked the hell out of me。〃
Lazard tur…led to look at him。 His lips twisted in a wry smile。 〃What was it I said about you hardly being in shape for hand…to…hand bat？〃
〃Sorry I couldn't get to Rondheim before he started popping away with his silencer；〃 Pitt said。 〃Did he hit anyone？〃
〃Castile was nicked in the arm；〃 Lazard said。
〃After we cold…cocked those two clowns in the stern seat； I turned and saw you playing Errol Flynn on the bridge。 I knew then we weren't out of the woods yet； so I threw myself over the family up front and forced them to the bottom of the boat。〃
〃Likewise with our visitors from Latin America。〃
Kippmann smiled and rubbed a bruise on his forehead。
〃They thought I was crazy and gave me a rough go for a minute。〃
〃What happens to Kelly and Hermit Limited？〃 Pitt asked。
〃We'll arrest Mr。 Kelly along with his internationally wealthy partners； of course； but the chances of convicting men of their stature are almost impossible。 I should imagine the governments involved will hurt them where it hurts them most…in the pocketbook。 The fines they'll probably have to pay should build the Navy a new aircraft carrier。〃
〃That's a small price to pay for the suffering they've caused；〃 Pitt said wearily。
〃None the less； it is a price；〃 Kippmann murmured。
〃Yes 。 。 。 yes； it is that。 Thank God they were stopped。〃
Kippmann nodded to Pitt。 〃We have you to thank； Major Pitt； for blowing the whistle on Hermit Limited。〃
Lazard smbed suddenly。 〃And I'd like to be the first to express my gratitude for your Horatius…at…the…bridge act。 Kippmann and I couldn't be standing here now if you hadn't taken the cue when you did。〃 He put his hand on Pitts shoulder。 〃Tell me something。 I'm curious。〃
〃About what？〃
〃How did you know those pirates on the bridge were real flesh and blood？〃
〃As the man once said；〃 Pitt said casually； 〃there we were just sitting on the bridge eyeball to eyeball 。 。 。 and I could swear I saw the other guys blink。〃
Epilogue
It was a pleasant Southern California evening。 The day's smog had cleared away and a cool breeze