s life itself。 The dogs closed ranks around his legs and began barking louder than ever。
Giordino halted and stood there only two feet away； not sure of what to say that was meaningful。 He smiled and smiled in immense delight and relief。 At last he found his tongue。
〃Wele back； Lazarus。〃
Pitt grinned impishly。 〃Hello； pal。 You wouldn't happen to have a dry martini in your pocket？〃
Six hours later Pitt was sleeping like a stone in an empty alcove of the cathedral。 He had refused to go down until the children were cared for and the dogs fed。 Then he insisted that Jessie get some rest too。
They lay a few feet apart on double blankets that served as pads against the hard tile floor。 Faithful Giordino sat in a wicker chair at the entrance of the alcove； guarding against invasion of their sleep； shushing an occasional band of children who played too close and too loud。
He stiffened at the sight of Sandecker approaching with a group of uniformed Cubans at his heels。 Ira Hagen was among them； looking older and far more tired than when Giordino had last seen him； hardly twenty hours previously。 The man next to Hagen and directly behind the admiral； Giordino recognized immediately。 He rose to his feet as Sandecker nodded toward the sleeping figures。
〃Wake them up；〃 he said quietly。
Jessie struggled up from the depths and moaned。 Giordino had to shake her by the shoulder several times to keep her from slipping back again。 Still bone…tired and drugged from sleep； she sat up and shook her head to clear the blurriness。
Pitt came awake almost instantly； his mind triggered like an alarm clock。 He twisted around and elbowed himself to a sitting position； eyes alert and sweeping the men standing around him in a half circle。
〃Dirk；〃 said Sandecker。 〃This is President Fidel Castro。 He was making an inspection tour of the hospitals and was told you and Jessie were here。 He'd like to talk to you。〃
Before Pitt could make a remark； Castro stepped forward； took his hand； and pulled him to his feet with surprising strength。 The magnetic brown eyes met with piercing opaline green。 Castro wore neat； starched olive fatigues with a mander in chief's shoulder insignia； in contrast to Pitt； who still had on the same ragged and dirty clothes as when he arrived at the cathedral。
〃So this is the man who made idiots out of my security police and saved the city；〃 said Castro in Spanish。
Jessie translated； and Pitt made a negative gesture。 〃I was only one of the luckier men who survived。 At least two dozen others died trying to prevent the tragedy。〃
〃If the ships had exploded while still tied to the docks； most of Havana would now be a leveled wasteland。 A tomb for myself as well as half a million people。 Cuba is grateful and wishes to make you a Hero of the Revolution。〃
〃There goes my standing in the neighborhood；〃 muttered Pitt。
Jessie threw him a distasteful look and didn't translate。
〃What did he say？〃 asked Castro。
Jessie cleared her throat。 〃Ah。 。 。 he said he is honored to accept。〃
Castro then asked Pitt to describe the seizing of the ships。 〃Tell me what you saw；〃 he said politely。 〃Everything you know that happened。 From the beginning。〃
〃Starting with the time we left the Swiss Embassy？〃 Pitt asked； his eyes narrowed in furtive but shrewd reflection。
〃If you wish；〃 answered Castro； prehending the look。
As Pitt narrated the desperate fight on the docks and the struggle to move the Amy Bigalow and the Ozero Zuysun from the harbor； Castro interrupted with a barrage of questions。 The Cuban leader's curiosity was insatiable。 The report took almost as long as the actual event。
Pitt related the facts as straight and unemotionally as he could； knowing he could never do justice to the incredible courage of men who selflessly gave their lives for people of another country。 He told of Clark's magnificent holding action against overwhelming odds how Manny and Moe and their crews struggled in the dark bowels of the ships to get them under way； knowing they could be blown into atoms at any moment。 He told how Jack and his crew stayed with the tugboat； towing the death ships out to sea until it was too late to escape。 He wished they could all be there to tell their own stories； and he wondered what they might have said。 He smiled to himself； knowing how Manny would have turned the air blue with pungent language。
At last Pitt told of being swept into the city by the tidal wave and blacking out； and how he regained consciousness hanging upside down from an overhead jewelry…shop sign。 He related how staggering through the debris he heard a little girl crying； and pulled her and a brother from under the wreckage of a collapsed apartment building。 After that he seemed to attract lost children like a magnet。 Rescue workers added to his collection during the night。 When no more could be found alive； a policeman directed Pitt to the children's hospital and relief center； where he was discovered by his friends。
Suddenly Pitt's voice trailed off and he dropped his hands limply to his sides。 〃That's all there is to tell。〃
Castro looked at Pitt steadily； his face filled with emotion。 He stepped forward and embraced him。 〃Thank you；〃 he murmured in a broken voice。 Then he kissed Jessie on both cheeks and shook Hagen's hand。 〃Cuba thanks you all。 We will not forget。〃
Pitt looked at Castro slyly。 〃I wonder if I might ask a favor？〃
〃You have but to name it；〃 Castro quickly answered。
Pitt hesitated； then he said； 〃There is this taxi driver named Herberto Figueroa。 If I were to find him a restored 'fifty…seven Chevrolet in the States and have it shipped； do you suppose you could arrange for him to take delivery。 Herberto and I would both be very grateful。〃
〃But of course。 I'll personally see to it he receives your gift。〃
〃There is one more favor；〃 said Pitt。
〃Don't push your luck；〃 whispered Sandecker。
〃What is it？〃 Castro asked courteously。
〃I wonder if I could borrow a boat with a crane？〃
The bodies of Manny and three of his crew were identified。 Clark was fished out of the channel by a fishing boat。 Their remains were flown back to Washington for burial。 Nothing of Jack； Moe； and the rest ever turned up。
The fire was finally under control four days after the death ships were blown out of existence。 The final； stubborn blaze would not be extinguished until a week later。 Another six weeks would pass before the last of the dead were found。 Many were never found at all。
The Cubans were meticulous in their accounting。 They eventually piled a plete list of causalities。 The known dead came to 732。 The injured totaled 3；769。 The missing were calculated at 197。
At the President's urging； Congress passed an emergency aid bill of 45 million to help the Cubans rebuild Havana。 The President also； as a gesture of goodwill； lifted the thirty…five…year…old trade embargo。 At last Americans could legally smoke good Havana cigars again。
After the Russians were expelled； their only representation in Cuba was a Special Interests Section in the Polish Embassy。 The Cuban people shed no tears at their departure。
Castro still remained a Marxist revolutionary at heart； but he was mellowing。 After agreeing in principle to the U。S。…Cuban friendship pact； he unhesitantly accepted an invitation to visit with the President at the White House and make an address before Congress； although he did grumble when asked to keep his speech to twenty minutes。
At dawn on the third day after the explosions an old peeling； weather…worn vessel dropped anchor almost in the exact center of the harbor。 Fireboats and salvage craft swept past her as though she were a disabled car in the center of a highway。 She was a squat workboat； broad and beamy； about sixty feet in length with a small derrick on the stern whose boom extended over the water。 Her crew seemed oblivious to the frenzy of activity going on around them。
Most of the flames in the dock area had been extinguished； but firemen were still pouring thousands of gallons of water on the smoldering debris inside the heat…twisted framework of the warehouses。 Several blackened oil storage tanks across the harbor sputtered with stubborn flame； and the acrid pall of smoke reeked of burned oil and rubber。
Pitt stood on the bleached deck of the workboat and squinted through the smoky yellow haze at the wreck of the oil tanker。 All that remained of the Ozero Baykai was the scorched superstructure on the stern that rose grotesque and distorted above the oily water。 He turned his attention to a small pass he held in one hand。
〃Is this the spot？〃 asked Admiral。 Sandecker。
〃Cross bearings on the landmarks check out；〃 Pitt answered。
Giordino stuck his head out the wheelhouse window。 〃The magnetometer is going crazy。 We're right over a heavy mass of iron。〃
Jessie was sitting on a hatch。 She wore gray shorts and a pale blue blouse and looked like her old luscious self。
She flashed a curious look at Pitt。 〃You still haven't told me why you think Raymond hid th