hat did you expect to find inside the canisters？ Old atomic bombs； perhaps？ I can only envision the backbreaking work it took for two men nearing seventy to dive in frigid waters and wrench weights of two thousand pounds from the lake depths to shore。 I give you both credit for guts。 I can only hope I'm in half the physical shape when I reach your age。〃
〃Not so tough。〃 Lee smiled； he seemed to have no fear of Pitt at all。 〃Once Charlie devised a small explosive charge to enlarge the already cracked opening on the fuselage； it was a simple matter for me to attach a cable to a canister while he towed it to shore with the four…wheel…drive。〃
〃Where there's a will；〃 Pitt said。 〃What then； Lee？ Once the canister was removed； it was obvious to an ex…Navy man and a former de…molitions expert that you were looking at a prize that could have only warmed the cockles of an old battleship admiral's heart。 But what was the value at today's prices？ What was the demand for an outdated naval shell； except for scrap？〃
Lee Raferty casually resumed filing the rough edges of the pipe。 〃Pretty slick guesswork； Mr。 Pitt。 I admit it。 Not one hundred percent； mind you； but a passing grade。 You underestimated a pair of foxy veterans； though。 Hell； we knew them things in the canisters weren't armor…piercing projectiles the minute we laid eyes on one。 Took Charlie all of ten minutes to peg it as a poison…gas carrier。〃
Pitt was stunned。 Two old men had made fools of them all。 〃How？〃 he asked tersely。
〃Outwardly it looked like standard naval ordnance； but we saw it was rigged the same as a star shell。 You know the kind： after reaching a preset altitude； a parachute is released while a small explosive charge splits the head； igniting a wad of phosphorus。 Except this devil was set to unleash a bundle of tiny bomblets filled with lethal gas instead。〃
〃Charlie figured they contained gas merely by looking at it？〃
〃He discovered the parachute…escape…hatch cover。 That gave him his first clue。 Then he came around front； dismantled the head； discon…nected the charge； and peeked inside。〃
〃Dear God！〃 Pitt murmured in near despair。 〃Charlie opened the warhead？〃
〃So what's the big deal？ Charlie was a master at demolitions。〃
Pitt took a deep breath and pitched the obvious question。 〃What did you do with the warheads？〃
〃The way I saw it； it was finders； keepers。〃
〃Where are they？〃 Pitt demanded。
〃We sold them。〃
〃You what？〃 he gasped。 〃To whom？〃
〃The Phalanx Arms Corporation； in Newark； New Jersey。 They buy and sell weapons on an international front。 I contacted the vice…president； a screwy sort of duck； looks more like a hardware peddler than a death merchant。 Name's Orville Mapes。 Anyway； he flew out to Colorado； checked over the projectile； and offered us five thousand bucks for every one we could ship to his warehouse。 No questions asked。〃
〃I can guess the rest；〃 Pitt said。 〃It occurred to Charlie that if those shells were detonated； he would be responsible for thousands； possibly hundreds of thousands of deaths。 You were more callous； Lee。 The money meant more to you than conscience。 You two argued； then fought； and Charlie lost。 You hid his body in the sunken aircraft。 Then you set off a few sticks of dynamite； tossed a boot and his thumb in the debris； and cried all the way to his funeral。〃
Raferty displayed no reaction to Pitt's accusation。 His mellow eyes never left the pipe。 His hands slowly； placidly filed away at the threaded ends。 He was far too nonchalant； Pitt thought。 Raferty wasn't acting like a man about to be turned in for murder。 The look of a cornered rat was nowhere apparent。
〃A shame Charlie didn't see things my way。〃 Raferty shrugged almost sadly。 〃Contrary to what you may think； Mr。 Pitt； I am not a greedy man。 I did not attempt to sell off the projectiles in one swoop。 You might say I looked upon them as a sort of savings account。 When Max and I needed a few dollars； I'd make a one…at…a…time withdrawal； you might say； and call Mapes。 He'd send a truck to pick up the merchandise and pay me in cash。 A clean…cut； nontaxable transaction。〃
〃I'd like to hear how you murdered Charlie Smith。〃
〃Sorry to disappoint you； Mr。 Pitt； but I don't have it in me to take a human life。〃 Raferty leaned forward and his wrinkled face seemed to leer。 〃Max is the stronger one。 She handles the killing。 Shot old Charlie in the heart as neat as can be。〃
〃Maxine？〃 The shock that swelled within Pitt did not e so much from the sudden disclosure as it did from the realization that he had mitted a sad mistake。
〃Throw a dime in the air at twenty paces and Max will make change；〃 Raferty continued； nodding over Pitt's shoulder。 〃Let Mr。 Pitt know you're there； honey。〃
Two metallic clicking sounds answered Raferty； followed by a gentle thud。
〃The cartridge striking the floor should tell you Max's old lever…action Winchester is loaded and cocked；〃 said Raferty。 〃Any doubts？〃
Pitt braced both feet squarely on the floor and flexed his hand under the Windbreaker jacket。 〃Nice try； Lee。〃
〃Then see for yourself。 But I warn you…no sudden moves。〃
Pitt gradually turned to face Maxine Raferty； whose kindly blue eyes were staring over the sights of a repeating rifle。 The barrel was pointed； rock steady； at Pitt's head。
〃Sorry； Mr。 Pitt；〃 she said sadly。 〃But Lee and I ain't of a mind to spend our few remaining years in jail。〃
〃Another murder on your hands won't save you；〃 said Pitt。 He tight…ened his leg muscles as he gauged the distance between himself and Maxine。 It was five feet。 〃I brought my own witnesses。〃
〃Did you see anybody； honey？〃 asked Lee。
Maxine shook her head。 〃He came up the road alone。 I kept watch after he entered the house。 No one followed him。〃
〃I figured as much；〃 Lee Raferty said； and sighed。 〃You've been playing a bluffing hand； Mr。 Pitt。 If you had any solid evidence against Maxine and me； you'd have brought the sheriff。〃
〃Oh； but I did。〃 Pitt smiled and appeared to relax。 〃He's sitting in a car about half a mile away； with two deputies hanging on our every word。〃
Raferty tensed。 〃Damn you； you're lying！〃
〃He taped a transmitter to my chest；〃 Pitt said； his left hand loosening the top button of his shirt。 〃Right here； under my…〃
Maxine had dipped the rifle no more than a fraction of an inch as Pitt launched himself sideways and pulled the trigger of the Colt automatic he held under the folds of his jacket。
The Winchester and the Colt seemed to explode at the same instant。
Al Giordino and Abe Steiger had arrived minutes before Pitt and taken up a prone position beneath a stand of blue…spruce trees。 Through field glasses Steiger observed Maxine hanging out the wash。 〃Any sign of the husband？〃 asked Giordino。
〃Must be in the house。〃 The glasses angled slightly in Steiger's hands。 〃Pitt is approaching her now。〃
〃That Colt forty…five must stick out like a third arm。〃
〃He's got his Windbreaker draped over it。〃 Steiger bent a branch out of the way to clear his field of vision。 〃Pitt's going inside the house now。〃
〃Time to move closer；〃 said Giordino。 He was in the act of raising up on his knees when Steiger's trunklike arm pinned him back down。
〃Hold it！ The old broad is hanging back to see if he was followed。〃
They stayed quiet and motionless for several minutes while Maxine walked around the yard； her eyes probing the surrounding trees。 She took a final look up the road and lumbered around a corner of the house and out of Steiger's view。
〃Give me time to make my way around back before you move on the front door；〃 said Steiger。
Giordino nodded。 〃Watch out for bears。〃
Steiger threw him a tight grin and slipped off into a small ravine。 He was still a good fifty yards short of his goal when he heard the shots。
Giordino had been marking time when the roar echoed through the windows of the house。 He leaped to his feet and sprinted down a small hill； hurdling a lean…to fence into the yard。 At that moment； Maxine Raferty burst backward through the front door like an out…of…control Patton tank； tumbled down the porch steps； and crashed to the ground。
Giordino halted in his tracks； surprised by the sight of her bloodstained dress。 He stood rooted as the elderly woman scrambled back to her feet as agilely as a gymnast。 Not until it was too late did Giordino notice what looked like a battered rifle clutched in her hand。
Maxine； ready to charge back in the house； spotted Giordino standing dumbly in the yard。 She gripped the Winchester awkwardly； with one hand under the breech； the other over the barrel； and snapped off a shot from the hip。
The force of the bullet spun Giordino through the air in a half turn and smashed him to the grass； his left thigh exploding in a spray of red through the cloth of his pants。
To Pitt； everything had seemed to grind into slow motion。 The muzzle of the Winchester flashed in his face。 At first he thought he had been hit； but when he collided with the floor； he found himself still able to move his limbs and body。 Maxine's shot had nicked his ear while his bullet smashed the stock on her Winchester； ricocheting into an antique kerosene lamp； shattering its glass shade。
Lee Raferty growled like an animal and swung