"We essentially gutted every nonessential space below the main deck to make room for this setup," Margrave said with a sweep of his hand. "After our initial crude experiments, we decided that we didn't need four ships. One vessel, properly outfitted, could produce enough power to get the job done. We had been concentrating the low-frequency transmissions to a central point from the four ships."
"Which, as I understand it," Gant said, "created a scattering of the electromagnetic vibrations along the periphery of the target area, setting off unexpected waves and whirlpools like the ones that sank our transmitter ship and the Southern Belle."
"Right. We solved that problem by using the single transmitter you see here, with an increase in the power level. It also meant that we didn't have to build a new ship to replace the one destroyed in the initial experiments. We simply moved dynamos from the other three ships and added one."
"Are you satisfied with the crew I got you?"
"They look like a bunch of cutthroats, but they know their way around a ship."
"They should.They've cut their share of throats. I used my old business contacts to recruit them. They're all former pirates who went to work for an ocean-protection arm of our security company."
The two men left the transmitter hold and strolled along the polished wooden floor of the promenade deck until they came to the observation deck below the bridge. Windows that wrapped around the outside of the comfortably furnished platform offered a view of the sharp bow cutting its way through the ocean.
"This is where the passengers would normally observe wildlife," Margrave said. "We'll be watching the reversal with our electronic eyes."
He pressed a wall button and a screen dropped down showing a diagram of the Eastern and Western Hemispheres. "I've always liked home movies," Gant said.
"You'll especially like these," Margrave said with a chuckle. "We'll have the entire target area under surveillance with our lead-shielded satellites. We'll be able to see the giant waves and whirlpools developing on the periphery of our target area. Should be quite spectacular!"
"Not toospectacular, I hope."
"Don't tell me you believe those phony warnings from Austin and his friends."
"I'm a political person, not a scientific one. But I do know that Austin was trying to torpedo this project with scare tactics." He smiled. "Maybe I'd do the same thing if I were in his place helplessly watching something that I couldn't stop."
"We didn't take the Kovacs Theorems at face value. We've run the computer models dozens of times. The waves and vortexes along the edge of the target will spin outward. We don't think there is much shipping in the area, but collateral damage is sometimes unavoidable in any great enterprise."
"Our compasses will change immediately?"
"That's our estimate. Our navigation equipment will be recalibrated just before we start the reversal and will work off our shielded satellites." He offered his most satanic grin. "We'll be the only ship in the world able to navigate. Should be quite the mess out there."
"Tell me more about the target area," Gant said.
"You can see it up there on the screen. Our friend the South Atlantic Anomaly. As I've explained before, it's essentially a 'dip' in the magnetosphere where there is less natural shielding." He pointed to an intersection where lines of latitude and longitude crossed. "About three hundred miles off the coast of Brazil is this area of weakest polarity, where a natural polar shift would occur."
"The new North Pole," Gant said.
Margrave laughed. "I can't wait to see the faces on the leading Elites when they discover that Lucifer's warnings had some teeth to them."
Gant spread his lips in his warmest smile. He couldn't wait to see Margrave's face when he learned that all the work and fortune he had put into the polar shift project would benefit the very Elites that he despised.
38
Barrett sat in a quiet corner table of the dark-beamed taproom of the Leesburg country tavern. He was scribbling madly on a napkin, his head bent low over his work. The table was covered with dozens of crumpled napkins. An untouched mug of beer sat by his right elbow. He was oblivious to the glances the other customers were casting at the spider decorating his bald pate.
Austin and Karla sat at the table. Sensing that he had company, Barrett looked up with a faraway look in his eyes. He grinned when he saw their faces.
"You don't know how glad I am to see you. I'm about ready to explode."
"Please don't do that just yet," Austin said. He asked Karla what she wanted to drink and ordered two black and tans, a combination of Guinness and lager.
Racing around the Virginia countryside in an open car had made them thirsty. When the beers came, Austin slugged down half of his, and Karla blissfully buried her nose in the foamy head.
Before heading off to meet Barrett, Austin had given Pitt an update on the polar shift situation. Pitt had said he would call Sandecker, who was returning the next day from a diplomatic trip, and set up a briefing with the president when he got back from a tour inspecting tornado damage in the Midwest. In the meantime, he wanted Austin to meet with the Pentagon. As an added bonus, he gave Austin carte blanche with NUMA's vast resources.
"Sorry to take so long," Austin said, savoring the cool brew that trickled down his throat. "We came as soon as we could. There was background noise when you called, and I'm not sure I understood you correctly," Austin said. "You said something about the nursery rhyme, but I didn't get the rest."
"After you left for Manassas, I started fooling around with Karla's bedtime rhyme. The title, 'Topsy-Turvy,' and some of the lines fit in with what we know about polar shift. It seemed too close to be coincidental."
"I've found that few things are coincidental," Austin said. "However, it's a coincidence that I'm still thirsty and there's an untouched beer on the table."
"I'm too cranked up to drink." Barrett shoved the beer across to Austin, who shared half of it with Karla.
"We were talking about coincidences," Austin said.
Barrett nodded. "Kovacs was an amateur cryptologist. I started with the premise that the rhyme might be a cipher. I guessed that the topsy-turvy couplets were simply 'nulls'-letters or words placed in a cipher to confuse-so I put them aside and stuck with the main body of the verse. A cipher is different from a code, which usually requires a codebook to make the translation. To unlock a cipher, you have to have a key, which is included in the message itself. One phrase jumped out immediately."
"The key is in the door," Karla said without thinking.
"That's the one! It seemed obvious, almost tooobvious," Barrett said, "but Kovacs was a scientist who would have been obsessed with precision. It would have been more precise for him to have said that the key is in the lock."
"The key was in the word dooritself," Austin said.
"That was my thinking," Barrett said. "Doorbecame my key word. You have to look at code breaking in a couple of ways. At one level, you're dealing with the mechanics of things, such as word or letter transpositions and substitutions. At another level, you're looking at the meaningof things." Seeing his explanation greeted with blank looks, he said, "What does a door do?"