“Is the aqueduct still standing?” Dick asked.
“Part of it, anyway,” the lieutenant replied. “Let me speak to the captain to see if he knows any more details.”
Scotti and Donnelly moved to the little switchboard under the lee of a rock and the lieutenant spoke to the commanding officer on the crest of the hill. When he had finished, he turned to the sergeant.
“He says that our observation photos show it to be intact,” Scotti said. “And they were taken only a couple of days ago. A couple of the supporting pillars are crumbling a bit at the bottom; so we’ve no idea how strong it is. But it’s all there, at least across the valley after it leaves the reservoir.”
“That’s all I wanted to know,” Dick said.
“I believe I know what you’re thinking of,” Scotti smiled. “Of course you’ll be approaching the reservoir from the other side, where the modern dam is.”
“Sure, I won’t be anywhere near the old Roman aqueduct,” Dick grinned. “—maybe. May I pick my own men?”
“Sure, as long as you don’t take Tony Avella away from his radio,” the lieutenant said.
“Okay—twenty of ’em?”
“Right. Hop to it.”