curious combination of the letters K, R, L, S, but with more. He asked her about it.
'That's the complete signature of Charlemagne,' she said. 'The A of Karl is found in the center of the cross. A clerk would add the words left and right. Signum Caroli gloriosissimi regis. The mark of the most glorious King Charles.'
'Is this the book from his grave?'
'It is.'
ELEVEN
STEPHANIE WATCHED AS EDWIN DAVIS SQUIRMED IN THE CHAIR, clearly uncomfortable.
'Talk to me, Edwin,' Daniels said through the speaker. 'What's going on?'
'It's complicated.'
'I went to college. Served in the military. Was a governor and a US senator. I think I can handle it.'
'I need to do this myself.'
'If it were up to me, Edwin, sure, go for it. But Diane is having a hissy fit. Naval intelligence is asking questions we don't know the answers to. Usually, I'd let the children in the sandbox fight this out among themselves, but now that I've been dragged out into the backyard, I want to know. What's this about?'
In Stephanie's limited experience with the deputy national security adviser, he'd seemed a man who always exhibited a calm, placid exterior. Not now. And Diane McCoy may have reveled in witnessing this man's anxiety, but Stephanie wasn't enjoying the sight.
'Operation Highjump,' Davis said. 'What do you know about it?'
'Okay, you got me,' the president said. 'Round one to you.'
Davis sat silent.
'I'm waiting,' Daniels said. • • • The year 1946 was one of victory and recovery. World War II had ended and the world would never be the same. Former enemies became friends. Former friends became opponents. America was burdened with a new responsibility, having overnight become a global leader. Soviet aggression dominated political events and the Cold War had begun. Militarily, though, the American navy was being taken apart, piece by piece. At the great bases in Norfolk, San Diego, Pearl Harbor, Yokosuka, and Quonset Point, all was gloom and doom. Destroyers, battleships, and aircraft carriers were slipping into quiet backwaters alongside remote docks. The US Navy was quickly becoming a shadow of what it had been only a year before.
Amid this turmoil, the chief of naval operations signed an astounding set of orders establishing the Antarctic Developments Project, to be carried out during the Antarctic summer from December 1946 to March 1947. Code- named High-jump, the operation called for twelve ships and several thousand men to make their way to the Antarctic rim to train personnel and test materials in frigid zones; consolidate and extend American sovereignty over the largest usable area of the Antarctic continent; determine the feasibility of establishing and maintaining bases in the Antarctic and investigate possible sites; develop techniques for establishing and maintaining air bases on ice, with particular attention to the applicability of such techniques to operations in Greenland, where, it was claimed, physical and climatic conditions resembled those in Antarctica; and amplify existing knowledge of hydrographic, geographic, geological, meteorological, and electromagnetic conditions.
Rear Admirals Richard H. Cruzen and Richard Byrd, the famed explorer known as the admiral of the Antarctic, were appointed mission commanders. The expedition would be divided into three sections. The Central Group included three cargo ships, a submarine, an icebreaker, the expedition's flagship, and an aircraft carrier with Byrd aboard. They would establish Little America IV on the ice shelf at the Bay of Whales. On either side were the Eastern and Western groups. The Eastern Group, built around an oiler, a destroyer, and a seaplane tender would move toward zero degrees longitude. The Western Group would be similarly composed and head for the Balleny Islands, then proceed on a westward course around Antarctica until joining the Eastern Group. If all went according to plan, the Antarctic would be encircled. In a few weeks, more would be learned of that great unknown than had come from a century of previous exploration.
Forty-seven hundred men left port in August 1946. Ultimately, the expedition mapped 5400 miles of coastline, 1400 of which had been entirely unknown. It discovered 22 unknown mountain ranges, 26 islands, 9 bays, 20 glaciers, and 5 capes, producing 70,000 aerial photographs.
Machines were tested to the limit.
Four men died.
'The whole thing breathed life back into the navy,' Davis said. 'It was quite a success.'
'Who gives a rat's ass?' Daniels asked.
'Did you know we went back to Antarctica in 1948? Operation Windmill. Supposedly those seventy thousand photographs taken during Highjump were useless because no one thought to put benchmarks on the ground to interpret the pictures. They were like sheets of blank white paper. So they returned to establish the benchmarks.'
'Edwin,' Diane McCoy said, 'what's the point? This is meaningless.'
'We spend millions of dollars sending ships and men to Antarctica to take pictures, a place we know is covered in ice, yet we don't establish benchmarks for the pictures while we're there? We don't even anticipate that may be a problem?'
'You saying that Windmill had an alternative purpose?' Daniels asked.
'Both operations did. Part of each expedition was a small force-only six men. Specially trained and briefed. They went inland several times. What they did is why Captain Zachary Alexander's ship was sent to Antarctica in 1971.'
'His personnel file doesn't note anything about that mission,' Daniels said. 'Only that he was assigned command of Holden for two years.'
'Alexander sailed to Antarctica to look for a missing submarine.'
More silence from the other end.
'The sub from thirty-eight years ago?' Daniels asked. 'The court of inquiry report Stephanie accessed.'
'Yes, sir. In the late 1960s we built two highly secret subs, NR-1 and 1A. NR-1 is still around, but 1A was lost in Antarctica in 1971. No one was told about its failure-that was covered up. Only Holden went looking. Mr. President, NR-1A was captained by Commander Forrest Malone.'
'Cotton's father?'
'And your interest?' Diane asked, with no emotion.
'One of the crew on the sub was a man named William Davis. My older brother. I told myself if I ever was in a position to find out what happened to him, I would.' Davis paused. 'I'm finally in that position.'
'Why is naval intelligence so interested?' Diane asked.
'Isn't it obvious? The sinking was covered up with misinformation. They just let it be lost. Only Holden went to look. Imagine what 60 Minutes would do with that.'
'Okay, Edwin,' Daniels said. 'You connected the dots pretty good. Round two to you. Carry on. But stay out of trouble and get your ass back here in two days.'
'Thank you, sir. I appreciate the latitude.'
'One piece of advice,' the president said. 'It's true, the early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.'
The phone clicked.
'I imagine Diane is furious,' Stephanie said. 'She's clearly out of the loop on this one.'
'I don't like ambitious bureaucrats,' Davis muttered.
'Some would say you fit into that category.'
'And they'd be wrong.'
'You seem to be on your own with this one. I'd say Admiral Ramsey at naval intelligence is in damage-control mode, protecting the navy and all that. Talk about an ambitious bureaucrat-he's the definition of one.'
Davis stood. 'You're right about Diane. It won't take her long to get into the loop, and naval intelligence won't
