Flood Tide (Dirk Pitt 14)

A sick feeling began to spread in the pit of Zhu Kwan's stomach. "Did Gallagher make mention of the ship's cargo?"

"He made only one reference," replied Perlmutter. "Gallagher said that General Hui told him the numerous wooden cases and crates loaded on board in Shanghai were filled with personal furnishings and clothes of high-ranking Nationalist Chinese officials and military leaders who were fleeing mainland China ahead of the Communists."

A wave of great relief settled over Zhu Kwan. The secret appeared safe. "Then it seems the rumors of a great treasure are not true. There was no cargo of great value on board the

Princess Dou Wan."

"Perhaps some jewelry, but certainly nothing that would excite a professional salvage hunter. The only artifacts that will ever be retrieved will probably surface in the hands of local sport divers."

"Have you given out this information to anyone besides me?" asked Zhu Kwan warily.

"Not a soul," Perlmutter answered. "You're the only one I know who had any interest in the wreck."

"I would be grateful to you, St. Julien, if you did not reveal your discovery. At least not for the next few months."

"From this moment on, I promise not to disclose a word."

"Also, as a personal favor-"

"You have but to name it."

"Please do not fax Gallagher's report. I think it would be better if you sent it by private courier. I will, of course, take care of any expense."

"Whatever you wish," said Perlmutter agreeably. "I'll hire the services of a courier the minute I lay down the phone."

"Thank you, my friend," Zhu Kwan said sincerely. "You have done me a great service. Though the Princess Dou Wan is of no great historical or economic value, it has been a mosquito in my ear for many years."

"Believe me, I've been there. Some lost shipwrecks, no matter how insignificant, captivate and consume a researcher's imagination. They're never forgotten until answers behind their disappearance are finally found."

"Thank you, St. Julien, thank you."

"My best wishes to you Zhu Kwan. Good-bye."

The Chinese historian could not believe his luck. What had seemed an impossible enigma only minutes ago had suddenly been solved and dropped in his lap. Though exhilarated, he decided to put off informing Qin Shang until the courier arrived with Ian Gallagher's narrative of the final moments of the Princess Dou Wan and he had an hour or two to study it.

Qin Shang would be highly pleased to learn that the fabulous art treasure stolen from the country had been lying safe and preserved in the fresh water of a lake all these years and was now within reach. Zhu Kwan fervently hoped that he would live long enough to see the artifacts on display in a national gallery and museum.

"You do nice work, St. Julien," said Sandecker as Perlmutter put down the phone. "You missed your calling as a used-car salesman."

"Or a politician running for election," Giordino muttered.

"I feel like a low-down skunk, misleading that nice old man," said Perlmutter. He paused and looked around Sandecker's office at the four NUMA men seated around him. "Zhu Kwan and I go back many years. We've always had the highest respect for each other. I hated lying to him."

"Fair is fair," said Pitt. "He conned you, too. All this time he's claimed his only interest in the Princess Dou Wan was strictly academic. He knows damned well the ship sank with a fantastic fortune in art on board. A fax line can be eavesdropped on. Why else would he insist you send Gallagher's story by courier? You can bet he's itching to give the news to Qin Shang."

Perlmutter shook his head. "Zhu Kwan is a hard-nosed scholar. He won't make any announcement to his boss until he's analyzed the document." He looked into the other faces one by one. "Out of curiosity, who did write the report I'm sending him?"

Rudi Gunn raised his hand almost sheepishly. "I volunteered for the chore. And a rather good job, if I may say so. Naturally, I took writer's liberty with the text. A footnote makes mention of Ian Gallagher's death from a heart attack in nineteen ninety-two. So he and Katie's tracks are covered."

Sandecker looked at his special projects director. "Will we have enough time to properly bring up the art treasures before Qin Shang's salvage ship arrives?"

Pitt shrugged. "Not if the Ocean Retriever is the only ship working the wreck."

"Not to worry," said Gunn. "We've already chartered two more salvage vessels. One is from a private company in Montreal and the other is on loan from the U.S. Navy."

"Speed is essential," said Sandecker. "I want the treasure raised before word leaks out. I want no interference from any quarter, including our own government."

"And when the salvage work is completed?" inquired Perlmutter.