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〃A rare bination；〃 Pitt said calmly。 His features were fixed in concentration； his eyes glistening like those of a hawk circling over a hare。 There was a look of unfathomable detachment about him。 To Julia； who stared up from her position on the floorboards under the dashboard； he looked as relentlessly determined as a ber surging toward a beach。 Then she saw him snap the wheel to the left； sending the Duesenberg sliding sideways in the grass at nearly seventy miles an hour； the big rear wheels spinning crazily； ripping up the turf like giant meat grinders and just missing the large trees spaced twenty…two feet apart along the pool。
After what seemed like ages； the tires dug in and gripped the soft ground； sending the car beyond the point of no return； her immense bulk lunging forward into the Reflecting Pool。
The heavy steel chassis and aluminum body； driven by the full force of the powerful engine； smacked into the water with an enormous white explosion that leaped from her front and sides like Niagara Falls turned upside down。 The sickening thump jarred the Duesenberg from bumper to bumper as her great weight sank； pushing her balloon tires onto the concrete bottom where their rubber treads bit and hurled the car forward like a bull whale charging through the sea after a female in heat。
The water gushed over the hood and flooded through the shattered windshield into the front partment； drenching Pitt and nearly inundating Julia。 Unaware exactly of Pitt's intentions； she was petrified at finding herself suddenly submerged under a deluge。 To Pitt； taking the full brunt of the torrent； it seemed as if he was driving into raging breakers only a surfer could love。
There was no growth on the bottom of the Reflecting Pool。 It was drained and cleaned by the Park Service on a regular basis。 The distance between the surface of the water and the top of the edge along the sides measured only eight inches。 The bottom of the pool was not flat but sloped from a depth of one foot around the walls to a maximum depth of two and a half feet in the middle。 The distance from the pool floor to the top edge of the wall measured twenty inches。
Pitt prayed the engine wouldn't flood and die。 The distributor； he knew； was a good four feet from the ground。 No problem there。 Nor with the carburetors； as they sat well over three feet high。 But his main concern was the spark plugs。 They rested between the twin overhead cam shafts at three feet on the nose。
The Reflecting Pool was exactly 160 feet in width。 It seemed impossible for the Duesenberg to navigate such an obstacle。 But she bulldozed a gaping valley through the water； her engine gamely producing torque to the rear wheels and not drowning out。 She had pushed her way to within ten yards of the opposite edge of the pool when the water around her suddenly erupted in a cloud of small geysers。
〃Obstinate bastards！〃 Pitt muttered to himself。 He gripped the big steering wheel so hard his knuckles bleached white。
The chase van had stopped at the edge of the Reflecting Pool； her occupants tumbling out and firing wildly at the big car crashing through the water。 Their shock and disbelief had cost them nearly a full minute； giving Pitt time almost to reach the other side。 Realizing this was their final chance； they pumped shot after shot at the floundering Duesenberg seemingly deaf and dumb to the sirens and flashing lights that were converging on them from Twenty…Third Street and Constitution Avenue。 Too late did they finally sense their predicament。 Unless they followed Pitt across the Reflecting Pool； an act about
as conceivable as producing wings and flying to the moon because of their modern； smaller wheels and tires； they were left with no alternative but to try to evade the rapidly approaching police patrol cars。 Without the luxury of a conference； they leaped back in the van and spun a 180…degree turn before tearing back across the Mall toward the Washington Monument。
The Duesenberg was ing up the slope of the pool toward the edge now。 Pitt slowed the car； carefully judging the height of the wall in relation to the size of the front tires。 He back…shifted the transmission into first； actually crammed it into gear。 The gears inside the three…speed nonsynchromesh crash box shrieked in protest before they finally meshed in place。 Then； ten feet before meeting the wall； Pitt stamped the gas pedal into the floorboard as hard as he could； taking advantage of the upward slope of the pool to lift the front end of the car。 〃Do it！〃 he implored the Duesenberg。 〃Go over the wall！〃
As though she had a mechanical brain and heart； the old Duesenberg responded with a burst of acceleration that lifted the front end； barely clearing the bumper over the edge of the pool； the tires rolling up the wall until they shot over the edge onto flat ground。
The Duesenberg's ground clearance was almost a foot； but not high enough for the bottom of her chassis to run clear。 She canted steeply； followed by a rendering crash。 Then an ungodly scraping； tearing sound ripped the air。 For a moment she seemed to hang； then her momentum propelled her forward and she leaped ahead； as if grinding her guts out over the concrete wall until all four wheels were on the grass of the Mall again。
Only at that instant did the engine begin to miss。 Almost like a golden retriever exiting a river with a bird in its mouth； the Duesenberg shuddered； shook herself free of the water that filled her body； and limped ahead。 After only a hundred yards the fan behind the radiator and the heat from the engine worked in unison to blow…dry the water that had splashed and shorted four of her spark plugs。 Soon； she began hitting on all eight cylinders again。
Julia came up off the floor sputtering and peered over the back of the car at the van speeding away under pursuit by four police cars。 She wrung the water from the hem of her dress and ran her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to look presentable。 〃I'm a mess。 My dress and coat are ruined。〃 She looked at Pitt with a look of pure anger。 Then her expression softened。 〃If you hadn't saved my life for the second time hi as many weeks； I'd make you buy me a new outfit。〃
He turned to her and smiled as he set the Duesenberg on a course down Independence Avenue and across the Memorial Bridge toward the Washington National Airport and his hangar。 〃Tell you what。 If you're a good girl； I'll take you to my place； dry your clothes and warm you up with a cup of coffee。〃
Her gray eyes were soft and unblinking。 She laid a hand on his arm and murmured。 〃And if I'm a naughty girl？〃
Pitt laughed； partly from the relief of escaping another death trap； partly from seeing Julia's bedraggled appearance and partly because she was trying without success to cover the parts of her body that were revealed through the wet dress。 〃Keep talking like that and I'll skip the coffee。〃
SUNLIGHT WAS SLIDING OVER THE SILLS OF THE SKYLIGHTS when Julia slowly pushed aside the mist of sleep。 She felt as if she was floating； her body totally weightless。 It was a pleasurable sensation left over from the ardor of the night。 She opened her eyes； shifted her mind into gear and began studying her surroundings。 She found herself lying alone。 The bed was king…size and sat in the middle of a room that looked like the captain's cabin from an old sailing ship； plete with mahogany…paneled walls and a small fireplace。 The furnishings； including the dressers and cabinets； were nautical antiques。
Like most women； Julia was curious and intrigued about male bachelor apartments。 She felt that the opposite gender could be read by their surroundings。 Some men； ladies observed； lived like pack rats and never cleaned up after themselves； creating and preserving strange alien life…forms in their bathrooms and inside their refrigerators。 Making beds was as foreign as processing goat cheese。 Their laundry was piled beside and over washers and dryers that still had the instruction booklets attached to the knobs。
And then there were the neatness freaks who lived in an environment only a decontamination scientist could love。 Dust； food scraps and toothpaste droppings were all furiously attacked and energetically eliminated。 Every piece of furniture； every object of decor； was positioned with precision； never to migrate。 The kitchen would have passed a white…glove inspection by the most diligent of sanitation inspectors。
Pitt's apartment was somewhere in between。 Tidy and uncluttered； it had a masculine casualness about it that appealed to the women who visited occasionally rather than frequently。 Julia could see that Pitt was a man who preferred to live in the past。 There was nothing modern in the entire apartment。 Even the brass plumbing fixtures in the bathroom and kitchen seemed to have e out of some old passenger liner that once traveled the seas。
She rolled over on her side and stared through the doorway into the living room； where shelves on two walls were filled with delicately built ship models of wrecks that Pitt and his NUMA crew had discovered and surveyed。 The remaining walls held dockyard builders' half models and
