Part 35 (1/2)
”It's possible that the Inuit erred in the date,” Pitt replied. ”The other point to consider is Max's comment about the Adelaide Peninsula being an Inuit migration stop. Just because the Inuit were known to camp on the peninsula doesn't mean that it's where they acquired the mineral.”
”Good point. Do you think there's a connection with the Franklin Expedition?”
Pitt nodded slowly. ”Might be our only real link,” he said.
”But you heard what Max said. The entire crew perished. That would seem to eliminate any hope of finding an answer there.”
”There's always hope,” Pitt said, with a glint to his eye. He looked at his watch, then rose to leave. ”As a matter of fact, Hiram, I fully expect to be on the right path just this afternoon.”
41
PITT BORROWED AN AGENCY JEEP AND PICKED UP
Loren on Capitol Hill, then drove across downtown D.C.
”You have time for a long lunch?” he asked, sitting at a stop-light.
”You're in luck, I have no hearings scheduled for today. I'm just reviewing some draft legislation. What did you have in mind? ”
”A side trip to Georgetown.”
”To my condo, for a little afternoon delight?” she asked coyly.
”A tempting proposition,” he replied, squeezing her hand, ”but I'm afraid we have a lunch reservation that can't be canceled.”
The noontime traffic clogged the streets until Pitt maneuvered onto M Street, which led to the heart of Georgetown.
”How's Lisa coming along?” he asked.
”She's being released from the hospital today and is anxious to get back to work. I'm arranging a briefing with the White House Office on Science and Technology once she has the chance to doc.u.ment and summarize her findings. That might take a few weeks, though. Lisa called me this morning a little upset-her lab a.s.sistant has apparently taken another position out of state, just quit on her without notice.”
”Bob Hamilton?”
”Yes, that's his name. The one you don't trust.”
”He's supposed to talk to the FBI later this week. Something tells me he won't be leaving for that new job anytime soon.”
”It started out as such a promising breakthrough, but it's certainly turned into a mess. I saw a private report from the Department of Energy which forecasts a much bleaker environmental and economic impact from global warming than anybody else is letting on. The latest studies indicate the atmospheric greenhouse gases are growing at an alarming rate. Do you think a source of ruthenium can be found quickly enough to make the artificial-photosynthesis system a reality?”
”All we've got is a tenuous historical account of a long forgotten source. It might turn up empty, but the best we can do is track it down.”
Pitt turned down a quaint residential street lined with historic mansions that dated to the 1840s. He found a parking spot beneath a towering oak tree, and they made their way to a smaller residence constructed from the carriage house of an adjacent manor. Pitt rapped a heavy bra.s.s knocker, and the front door flew open a moment later, revealing a colossal man clad in a red satin smoking jacket.
”Dirk! Loren! There you are,” St. Julien Perlmutter boomed in a hearty voice. The bearded behemoth, who tipped the scales at nearly four hundred pounds, gave them each a spine-crus.h.i.+ng hug as he welcomed them into his house.
”Julien, you are looking fit. Have you lost some weight?” Loren said, patting his ample belly.
”Heavens, no,” he roared. ”The day I stop eating is the day I die. You, on the other hand, look more ravis.h.i.+ng than ever.”