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"Oh, I most certainly do, Charley, old pal As it turns out, federal agents are more interested in you and your brother than Huascar's treasure"

"Where did you come from?" Zolar demanded

"Wethe gold The arineers were used to our presence and paid no attention as we climbed aboard the plane We hid out in one of the restrooms until the pilot left to confer with you and Charles on the airstrip Then we seized the cockpit"

"Why would federal agents take your word for anything?" asked Oxley"

"In a ents ourselves," Moore briefly explained "After we took over the cockpit, Micki radioed soed your reception"

Zolar looked as if he were about to tear Moore's lungs out whether he got shot in the attempt or not

"You and your lying wife ht?" He waited for a reply, but when Moore ree did they offer you? Ten, twenty, h as fifty percent?"

"We overnment," Moore said slowly "We knew you had no intention of honoring our agreement, and that you planned to kill us We had planned to steal the treasure for ourselves, but as you can see, we had a change of heart"

"The way they act faht They are a pair of killers"

Moore nodded in agreement "Your brother has an inner eye It takes an assassin to know one"

A pounding caer door on the deck below Moore gestured down the stairith his gun "Go down and open it," he ordered Zolar and Oxley

Sullenly, they did as they were told

When the pressurized door ung open, two ainst the aircraft Both wore business suits One was a huge black ht have played professional football The other was a nattily dressed white ents

"Joseph Zolar and Charles Oxley, I aent Francis Ragsdale of the FBI You gentleal artifacts into the United States and for the theft of countless art objects froery and sale of antiquities"

"What are you talking about?" Zolar demanded