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“One billion American dollars,” English repeated gravely.
“One-point-two,” amended Dante.
“We didn’t think you wanted to know,” put in Kaz. “Every time treasure
came up, you got mad. What’s the big interest now?”
English rested his chin on an enormous fist. “At Poseidon, I see Monsieur
Cutter’s name on the schedule for use Tin Man. Such equipment is not for
working on the reef. I think he tries to find this treasure for himself.”
“But Cutter doesn’t even know about the second ship,” argued Kaz.
“Perhaps he knows more than you think.” English paused reluctantly. “You
must not jump on the conclusions. But this thing you should hear: The damage
to Deep Scout — this was not the shark attack. It was the sabotage.” He
explained the tampering he’d observed on the fiberglass plates that covered the
sub’s temperature probe.
The interns were horrified.
“Cutter!” Adriana exclaimed. “He killed the captain!”
“He could have killed all of us,” added Star. “And he nearly put me in a
wheelchair.”
“I always knew he was a jerk,” put in Kaz. “But I never thought he was a
murderer.”
“I have no proof, me,” English said sternly. “When I talk to him, he seems
very surprised. Conviction without trial — this is not civilized.”
“But how else could he know about the deeper wreck?” Dante persisted.
“We have a saying — on a small island, all the world knows your underwear
size. A secret — on Saint-Luc there is no such thing. Me, I do not accuse
Monsieur Cutter of murder — yet. Alors, however he learns of this treasure, I
think he dives for it Saturday.”
“We’ve got to stop him,” Star exclaimed determinedly. “Otherwise we’re
letting him get rich off the captain’s death.”
“Stop him,” repeated English. “How to do this?”
“By beating him to the treasure,” Kaz reasoned. “You know saturation
diving; I know where the wreck is. I’ll go with you.”
“Absolument, no.”
“I made it to three hundred feet; I can do this, too.”
English nodded. “You are brave, monsieur. But you are a boy, and no boy is