As he taxied up to the hangar, he saw that Schultz’s Model A pickup was part of the improvised landing light system, and that Enrico was at the wheel of the Buick convertible and that Dorotea was at the wheel of the Horch.
“Thanks, baby,” he said as he embraced his wife.
“First, did Len get away all right?” she asked.
“At this moment, he is in the Copacabana Palace Hotel in Rio sipping champagne and ogling the near-naked ladies on the beach.”
“I’m serious,” she said, not amused. “What about the film?”
"So am I. I should have added, he has an armed guard, courtesy of the U.S. Army Air Forces, who will stay with him until he—and the film—takes off in the Pan American clipper. And second?”
“Why did you have to fly down here in the dark?”
“Well, for one thing—not that I’m not grateful for the landing lights—it wasn’t dark.”
“You were taking an unnecessary chance. The station wagon’s at the house; you should have driven.”
“I had two things in mind. In addition to knowing when there wouldn’t be enough light to land here.”
“Which were?”
“My stomach told me to go home to get something to eat. I didn’t get to eat any lunch. And I needed to see that ugly gaucho.” He turned. “How goes it, El Jefe?”
Schultz, who of course was wearing his gaucho costume, smiled at him.
“If you weren’t such a bloody ass,” Dorotea said, “the proper response would have been, ‘I couldn’t wait to be with my beloved wife.’ ”
Clete smiled. “That, too, of course.”
Enrico walked up.
“Everything okay at Casa Chica, Enrico?”
“It is under control, Don Cletus.”
“Then it’s time for my supper,” Clete said. “A
“That won’t be necessary,” Dorotea said.
“Excuse me?”
“After consulting with Oscar and Enrico, I’ve made some changes in our operation. ”
“Oh, really? Such as?”
“It will save time if I show you,” she said, “rather than trying to explain.”
When they got to the big house, Dorotea led everybody to what had been El Coronel Frade’s study. Schultz walked quickly ahead of them and unlocked the heavy door.
The answer to that became apparent the moment the lights were switched on in the study. Something had changed. It still was lined with books and framed photos, but the furniture had been rearranged and a sturdy table added. The new table sat close to one wall. On it was a Collins transceiver and the SIGABA encryption device.
“Is someone going to tell me what’s going on here? Maybe you, Jefe?”
“Well, Dorotea and Enrico and I talked things over,” Schultz said. “And decided that putting the equipment in here made more sense than having it out in the boonies.”
“For one thing, darling,” Dorotea said, “it’s rather obviously both a nuisance and time-consuming for the team to have to run back and forth to Casa Veintidós every time you get a message, or want to send one.”
He nodded and waited for her to go on.
Schultz picked up their reasoning. “Enrico said your father thought the study—when he was setting up the revolution—was the safest place on the estancia to do things in the dark. . . .”
“Otherwise, Don Cletus,” Enrico chimed in, “El Coronel, may he be resting in peace in heaven with all the angels, would have gone onto the monte himself. He worked here.”
“And what if El Coronel Martín decides to raid the place?” Frade challenged.
“I rigged thermite grenades,” Schultz said. “We’d have more time to torch this stuff here than if it was in Casa Veintidós. I showed Enrico and Dorotea how to do that. There wasn’t time to teach anyone else, and anyway, Enrico’s still making up his mind about who else he wants to know about this.”
“You know how to set off the thermite grenades?” Frade asked his wife.
She nodded. “And I also know how to operate the SIGABA.”
“You know how that thing works?”
She nodded again. “Would you like me to demonstrate?”
“May I ask why I wasn’t asked whether I thought this was a good idea?”
“Well, for one thing, it’s obviously the thing to do,” Dorotea said. “And this was the time to do it. Carlos isn’t here—”
“Where is he?”
“He told me that Delgano wanted him at El Palomar to assist in teaching mechanics what he knows about the Lodestar,” she said.
