government?'
'As bargaining chips,' answered the Senator. 'If we're able to point the way, negotiations can be opened for joint ventures in the exploitation. We can also make points with national leaders and spread a little badly needed goodwill.'
Pitt shook his head and considered. 'News to me Congress has turned to prospecting for good foreign relations. Must be more to this than meets the eye.'
The Senator nodded, marveling at his son's insight. 'There is. Are you familiar with the term 'stratigraphic trap'?'
'I should be.' Pitt smiled. 'I found one in the Labrador Sea off Quebec Province a few years ago.'
'Yes, the Doodlebug project. I remember.'
'A stratigraphic trap is one of the toughest oi'l deposits to discover.
Normal seismic exploration won't detect it. Yet they often prove out to have incredibly high yields.'
'Which leads us to bitumen, a hydrocarbon-like tar or asPhatt that was used in Mesopotamia as long as five thousand years ago for waterproofing buildings, canals, clay drainage pipes and caulking boats. Other uses included roads, treatment Of wounds, and adhesives. Much later the Greeks mention springs along the North African coast that bubble with oil. The Romans recorded a site in the Sinai they called Petrol Mountain. And the Bible tells of God ordering Jacob to suck oil out of flintlike rock, and describes the vale of Siddim being frill of slime pits, which can be interpreted as tar pits.'
'None of these areas has been relocated or drilled?' Pitt asked.
'There has been drilling, yes, but no significant strikes to date.
Geologists claim there's a ninety percent probability of finding five hundred million barrels of crude petroleum under Israel alone.
Unfortunately, the ancient sites have been lost and covered over through the centuries due to land upheavals and earthquakes.'
'Then the main goal is to find a massive oil bonanza in Israel.'
'You have to admit it would solve a multitude of problems. '
'Yes, I guess it would.'
The Senator and Pitt sat in silence for the next minute, staring into the fire. If Yaeger and his computer banks didn't pick up a lead, the chances were, at best, hopeless. Pitt was suddenly angered that the power brokers in the te House and Congress were more interested in oil and gold than in the art and literature that could fill in the missing gaps of history.
It was, he thought, a sad commentary on the affairs of state.
The silence was broken by the ring of the telephone. The Senator walked over to a desk and picked up the receiver. He said nothing, merely listened for a moment. Then he hung up.
'I doubt if I'll find the lost Library in Colorado,' Pitt said dryly.
'Everyone concerned would be surprised if you did,' the Senator came back. 'My staff has arranged a briefing for you by the leading authority on the subject. Dr. Bertram Rothberg, a professor of classical history at the University of Colorado, has made the study of the Alexandria Library his life's work. He'll fill you in on background data that could help your search.'
'Why do I have to go to him? Seems to me it would be more practical to bring him to Washington.'
'You met with Admiral Sandecker?'
'Yes. '
'Then you know it's vital to distance yourself and Al Giordino from the discovery of the Soviet submarine. That phone call a minute ago was from an FBI agent who is talking a KGB agent who is talking you.'
'Nice to know I'm popular.'
'You're to make no move that would cause suspicion.'
Pitt nodded approvingly. 'Fine and dandy, but suppose the Russians get wise to the mission? They have as much to gain by laying their hands on the Library data as we do.'
'The possibility exists but is extremely remote,' the Senator said guardedly. 'We've taken every precaution to keep the wax tablets secret.'
'Next question.'
'Shoot.'
'I'm under surveillance,' said Pitt. 'What's to stop the KGB from following me to Dr. Rothberg's doorstep?'
'Nothing,' the Senator answered. 'We have every intention of sitting on the sidelines and cheering them on.'
'So we put on a show of status quo.'
'Exactly.'
'Why me?'
'Because of your L-29 Cord.'
'My Cord?'
'The classic car you had restored in Denver. The man you hired called here last week and said to tell you the job is finished and she looks beautiful.'
'So I travel to Colorado under a spotlight to pick up my collector car, get in a little ski time on the slopes, and party with Dr. Sharp.'
'Exactly,' the Senator repeated. 'You're to check into the Hotel Breckenridge. A message will be waiting explaining where and when you'll make contact with Dr. Rothberg.'
