snuck stones back to Hereroland when their contracts ended. From what I was able to learn, workers would cut themselves in the arm or leg a couple of months before starting their contracts. When they arrived at Kimberley charts of their bodies were made noting all the old scars they had. Once they were in the workers’ compound a tribesman who had been there for a while and had already pilfered a suitable stone from the pit would reopen the wound and slip it inside. When it came time to leave a year later, the guards at the workers compound would check the chart made when the Herero first showed up. They would often surgically reopen fresh scars to check for hidden stones, a popular smuggling system after the more obvious down-the-throat technique, which was literally voided with laxatives. But the old scar was on their chart and wouldn’t be checked.”
“Damned clever,” Juan remarked.
“According to what I was able to discover they had sacks and sacks of only the largest and clearest stones when the tribe was robbed.”
“Robbed?”
“By five Englishmen, one just a teen whose parents were missionaries in Hereroland. I was able to put the story together from the father’s journal because after the robbery he went to track his son. His journal reads like a torturer’s checklist of things he wanted to do once he caught the boy.
“I won’t bore you with the details, but the teenager, Peter Smythe, hooked up with an adventurer of the old school named H. A. Ryder as well as three other men. As part of their plan they cabled Cape Town to have a steamship, the HMSRove , wait for them off the coast of what was then called German South West Africa. They planned to cross the Kalahari and Namib deserts on horseback and meet up with the ship.”
“And I take it theRove was never heard from again?”
“She left Cape Town right after receiving the telegram from Ryder and was later reported lost at sea.”
“Say all this is true and not another myth like King Solomon’s mines. What makes you think it would be in this area?”
“I drew a straight line west from where the diamonds were stolen to the coast. They were crossing perhaps the worst stretch of desert on the planet and would have taken the most direct route. That puts the rendezvous with theRove about seventy miles north of Walvis Bay.”
Juan found another hole in her logic. “Who’s to say theRove sank after steaming back to Cape Town for a week, or what if the men never made it and the stones are someplace in the middle of the desert?”
“Those are the same two points my boss threw at me when I brought this to him. And to that I said: If I was able to figure all this out, then someone else could, too, and a billion dollars’ worth of diamonds could be sitting a couple miles offshore where anyone with scuba tanks and a flashlight could find them.”
“To which he said?”
“ ‘I’ll give you a week and Tony Reardon to help you. And no matter what, destroy all the evidence you’ve gathered.’ ”
“That isn’t anywhere near enough time to check an area that must be a couple hundred square miles,”
Juan said. “To do it properly you’d need a ship able to tow a side-scan sonar unit as well as metal detection gear. And even that isn’t guaranteed.”
Sloane shrugged. “They didn’t put much credence in my idea. Giving me a week, a little money, and Tony was more than I could hope and why I wanted to tap local sources for information.”
“I’m curious—why did you take this to your superiors? Why not just search for the ship yourself and keep the diamonds if you found them?”
Her mouth turned downward in a deep frown as if he’d just insulted her, which he had. “Captain, the thought never crossed my mind. Those diamonds were mined at a DeBeers facility and rightfully belong to the company. I would no more keep them for myself than I would walk into the vault and load my pockets with loose stones.”
“I’m sorry I said that.” Juan was charmed by her integrity. “That was way out of line.”
Sloane said, “Thank you. Apology accepted. Now that I’ve told you the truth, will you help? I can’t promise you anything but I’m sure the company will reimburse you for your time if we do find theRove .
It’s only a couple hours of your time to check the coordinates Papa Heinrick gave me.”
Juan said nothing for a moment, his blue eyes cast toward the ceiling as he thought through his next moves. He suddenly got to his feet and started for the door. “Would you excuse me a moment,” he said to Sloane, then addressed the hidden microphones. “Max, meet me at my cabin.” He meant the faux cabin they used for Customs inspectors. It was the midway point between the elevator up from the op center and the mess hall.
Hanley was waiting outside the filthy cabin when Juan rounded the corner. He was leaning against a bulkhead tapping his pipe stem against his teeth, a sure sign something was on his mind. He straightened when the Chairman approached. Even with the door closed Juan’s nose wrinkled at the stale smoke smell emanating from the cabin.
“What do you think?” Juan asked without preamble.
“I think we need to stop messing around and get to Cape Town to pick up the equipment we’re going to need if we want to rescue Merrick before he dies of old age.”
“Besides that.”
“The whole thing sounds like a crock to me.”
“I’d agree totally if we hadn’t seen the attack on thePinguin for ourselves.” Juan paused, marshaling his thoughts.
“You think we’ve stumbled onto something?” Max asked to prod his friend.
“Guys on million-dollar yachts don’t go blasting away at someone without a damned good reason. In this case, I believe they’re protecting something. Sloane says no one knew what vessel they were looking for so it’s possible they’re guarding something other than a purported treasure ship.”
“You don’t seriously believe in Papa Heinrick’s giant metal snakes?”
“Max, there’s something here. I can feel it.” Juan turned to his friend, catching his eye so there would be no misunderstanding. “Do you remember what I told you just before we took on those two guys from NUMA headed for Hong Kong harbor?”
“They were checking out the old SSUnited States . That was the mission you lost your leg,” Max said, his voice matching Cabrillo’s introspective tone.
Juan unconsciously shifted, placing his weight on the limb made of carbon fiber and titanium. “The mission that cost me my leg,” he echoed.
Max stuck his pipe in his mouth. “It’s been a couple of years but I believe your exact words were ‘Max, I hate to quote an overused cliche, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.’ ”
Juan didn’t blink and held Hanley’s appraising stare. “Max, I’ve got the same damn feeling.”
Max held the gaze a second longer, and then nodded. A decade together had taught him to trust the chairman no matter how irrational the request and no matter how long the odds. “What’s your play?”
“I don’t want to delay theOregon any more than we already have. As soon as I’m away make for Cape Town and pick up the equipment we need. But on the way I want you to send up George to have a look where the snakes were spotted.” George Adams was the pilot of the Robinson R44 Clipper helicopter secreted inside one of the holds. “I’ll get the coordinates from Sloane.”
“You’re headed for Walvis Bay?”
“I want to talk to Papa Heinrick for myself and also to Sloane’s guide and her chopper jockey. I’ll take one of the lifeboats off the topside davits so Sloane won’t know about the boat garage or anything else.”
Though they looked as dilapidated as the rest of theOregon , the two lifeboats were as high-tech as their mother ship. If they had the range Juan would feel more than comfortable crossing the Atlantic during hurricane season in one of them.
He continued. “This shouldn’t take more than a day or two. I’ll link back up with theOregon when you return to Namibia. That reminds me, I’ve been in the gym for the past hour and haven’t been updated.
What’s the latest?”
Max crossed his arms. “Tiny Gunderson’s rented us a suitable plane, so that’s taken care of. As you know, the ATVs are waiting for us at Duncan Dock in Cape Town and Murph’s got a librarian in Berlin pulling out everything they have about the Devil’s Oasis or, as we now know, theOase des Teufels .”
Their break at finding the location where Geoffrey Merrick was being held had come when Linda Ross
