"Because I know Havana. I know what the Spanish Republicans and the secret police must have there. I tell you, Felipe, we can hang Ansaldo in Havana. Do you remember where and how I first saw Ansaldo in Burgos?
Well, there was a photographer standing and working in front of me for hours that day. I know who he was, Felipe. He was the man from _Arriba_.
I don"t doubt but that either the Spaniards or the Cubans have a complete file of _Arriba_ in Havana. And I"m willing to bet my bottom dollar that I"ll find those pictures of Ansaldo in that file."
"I hope so, Mateo. But I hope you don"t have to go. Are you very tired?"
"I could stand an hour"s sleep before dinner."
"We"ll go to the house. Dr. Gonzales might join us for dinner. And Lavandero is going to try to join us after dinner."
They went to Duarte"s house in one of the Emba.s.sy"s cars. Hall stretched out on the couch under the mural of Madrid and fell asleep in a few minutes. It was some while before he was rested enough to dream, and then the figures in the mural above the couch began to move through his sleep in a macabre procession.
Duarte woke him in an hour. "Twice you yelled in your sleep," he said.
"And then you started to twist like a chained snake. Bad dreams, Mateo?"
"I guess so," Hall said, his fingers working the muscles at the back of his neck. "I always dream about the bombardments when I feel bad."
"Gonzales and Lavandero can"t meet us tonight. They"re both at the Presidencia. I think Tabio is getting weaker."
"Is that what they told you?"
"No. They just said they couldn"t meet us."
"Too bad. What have you got cooking?"
"I don"t know, _amigo_. I hired a new cook and she won"t allow me to put my face in the kitchen."
"She must be a smart cook."
"We"ll find out in a few minutes. I forgot to tell you, but Gonzales had some news for us tonight. He says that Gamburdo is planning to delay the actual start of Congress for another week. His game is to allow the present high feelings of the people to cool down a bit before the Congress starts its business."
Hall was puzzled. "I don"t quite understand the maneuver," he said.
"The Congress has to choose a delegation for the Inter-American parley, and to compose its mandate. Gamburdo still wants a delegation committed to neutrality."
"Can he get away with it?"
"Who knows? He was a long way toward success when Don Anibal stopped him. The real question is how long can Don Anibal be counted on to get out of bed and fight for an anti-fascist war policy?"
A soft rain had started to fall while Hall was sleeping. It splashed gently against the open shutters of the cottage, embracing the house, the palms and the papaya trees on the grounds, its soft rhythms throwing Hall into a small boy"s melancholy. He talked little during dinner, and when he did, it was to subject Duarte to his reminiscences of rainy days when he was very young.
They swapped yarns for hours, listened to Duarte"s endless collection of Mexican and flamenco records, and killed a bottle of black rum.
"I"m going to sleep until noon," Hall said when they quit for the night.
But his sleep was cut short very early in the morning by Pepe, who arrived with the news that Jerry had returned from the country late at night and was trying desperately to contact Hall.
He phoned her at once.
"Matt," she said, "can you come over right away? I think that I owe you an apology."
Jerry was waiting for him in her room. She had not had any sleep for a full night, and her eyes showed it. Hall noticed that the two ash trays in the room were filled to the rims with fresh cigarette stumps.
"What"s up?" he asked.
"I"m out of cigarettes. Have you got any?"
"Only Cubans. They"re very strong."
She accepted one, choked a bit on the first puff, then continued smoking.
"Give," he said. "What happened?"
"You were right, I think. I can"t swear to it, but I"m sure I recognized his voice. The little Dutchman, I mean."
"Androtten?"
She nodded. "He was at the ranch. I"m certain of it."
"Wait a minute, baby. Sit down. Relax. Now start from the beginning.
What ranch?"
"Oh, I thought you knew. I went to Gamburdo"s brother"s ranch with Ansaldo and Marina. Doctor was ripping mad. There was entirely too much interference in the Tabio case, he said, and he"d called for a showdown.
He said he was going to stay on the ranch for a few days, or at least until the politicians who were interfering with him would come to their senses. He said we"d all just take a holiday until we could go back to work."
"Who else was at the ranch?"
"Gamburdo"s brother, two men I"ve never seen before, and our hostess."
"Were you introduced to the two men?"
"No, that"s just it. They were not there when we arrived. They came on horseback after we"d been there for some hours. Senora Gamburdo said they were merely neighbors who wanted to talk over a cattle deal with her husband."
"And what makes you think she was lying?"
"I can"t say, exactly, Matt. I didn"t like the way she explained them to me--it was as if she felt that I insisted upon an explanation. That was when I decided to tell Ansaldo that I wanted to come back to town this morning. I told him there was some shopping I"d neglected. He didn"t seem to object at the time."
"When did Androtten arrive?"
"I don"t know. I told you--I didn"t see him. I just heard his voice. It was about five in the afternoon, I"d say. I was taking a dip in the pool--alone. There was a puppy playing around the pool. He found one of my red beach shoes and started to chew on it. Then he took the shoe in his mouth and carried it over to the side of the house and left it near a hedge.
"It was when I went for the shoe that I heard Androtten. Some sort of a conference was going on in the room above the spot where the pooch had dropped my shoe. I recognized the voices of Ansaldo and Marina and the two others. But most of the talking was being done by a new voice. I thought I recognized it. Then he stopped speaking Spanish and switched to German. I"m sure it was German."
"What was he saying?"
"I couldn"t make it out. But he was very angry."
"And it was Androtten?"