"That"s my own contribution. I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I can stop drinking champagne in the middle of a party just because Johnny Green Moon drags me out. Come on, let me show you the joint." He led Hall on a ten-minute Cook"s tour of the crime laboratory, his patter a slightly off-color imitation of an American tourist guide"s spiel. A small beaded screen had been pulled down from the ceiling, facing two chromium-and-leather lounge chairs. When the lieutenant brought in the champagne in two ice buckets, General Lobo signaled the soldier in the tiny projection booth to start the film.
There was everything but a shot of Ansaldo.
"He was too smart, the _cabron_," Lobo said. "Let"s go back to my office and think it over." He poured what remained of the champagne into Hall"s gla.s.s.
On the way back to his office, he asked the lieutenant to join Hall and himself. "Lieutenant," he said, "here are some pictures and data on a man named Wilhelm Androtten, and some notes I made. Put them all through the mill--our own files, F.B.I., the British. Check the papers and letters of Villanueva and Alvarez Garcia for any reference to Varela Ansaldo. And give me a report by noon tomorrow. Anything else you can think of for the moment, Mateo?"
"One thing. Those pictures of Gamburdo at the secret Falange dinner in San Hermano. Remember it? I want about six microfilm negatives of each shot."
"Give them to me with your report, Lieutenant."
The young officer accepted the papers, saluted smartly, and left.
"There"s one place in Havana where I can get that picture, Jaime," Hall said. "The Spanish Emba.s.sy has a complete file of the Spanish _Arriba_, and I"ll stake my life on that picture of Ansaldo"s being in that file."
"So?"
"Listen, Jaime, I don"t know if I"ll have to examine that file. I won"t know until some time tomorrow morning. There"s an outside chance that old man Nazario has the _Arriba_ we need in his collection at the University. But please, Jaime, if I do have to go through the files on Oficios Street, I don"t want any of your excellent boys from Oriente Province giving me a nice case of Cuban lead poisoning."
Lobo, who had opened his collar and draped his long feet over his desk, stopped smiling. He put his feet on the floor, b.u.t.toned the tunic collar. "You don"t understand," he said, speaking to Hall in Spanish for the first time that evening. "In there, with the foolish movies, I make foolish sayings. At the circus Lobo becomes the clown. But please remember, Mateo, that I am a Latin American. My own people were driven out of Spain by the spiritual forefathers of the Falange. I know what will happen to Latin America if the Falange crowd wins out anywhere."
"I know you do, Jaime."
"I"m not always the playboy, Mateo. I know what my chief means to the little nations of the Caribbean. I know what Don Anibal means to every country south of Miami. I love Don Anibal. I love you because you love my chief and my people and Don Anibal. _Claro?_"
"Thanks, Jaime. Then you"ll tell your men I"m O.K.?"
"On the contrary, my friend. I must tell them much more than that."
"Thanks. I"ll try not to make any trouble. No international incidents."
"If you don"t have to shoot." Lobo became gay again. "Ay, Senor Ortiz Tinoco," he sighed, "you might want to shoot, but you are without a shooter to shoot with. My men are too good for you. They stole your gun."
"They are very good men, my general."
"They have a good chief. But look, friend, in this drawer. I have a treasure for you." He emptied the contents of a canvas bag on the desk.
"Ay, Senor Ortiz Tinoco, when I relieved Jefe Villanueva of his super-production, I also took his gun. Such a wonderful little Swiss automatic, built to be carried in a lady"s purse or a horse"s--ear. And such a dainty Spanish leather shoulder holster. You would be a fool not to accept this outfit in return for your gigantic cannon."
Hall took off his jacket. "It"s a deal," he said. "Help me get the holster on."
"Where are you going when you get the picture--if you get it, Mateo?"
"Caracas. Someone is meeting me there."
The General laughed. "Caracas? Ay, we"ll get you back to Caracas in style, _chico_." He opened his cigar box, held it out in front of Hall.
"By the way, Mateo," he said, "I never asked you before. Are you a Red?"
"No. I"m a Red, White and Blue Kid. Why?"
"Your government. Your emba.s.sy in San Hermano was sure that Pepe Stalin was paying for your rice and beans. They asked your Emba.s.sy here to check on you with me."
"What did you tell them?"
"Naturally, I told them that you were an agent. _Si_, senor! I told them that you were a triple agent: mornings for the Kuomintang, afternoons for the Grand Llama of Tibet, and evenings for the Protocols of Zion.
You"d better be careful when you get back to New York."
"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"
"Where are you going now? Me, I"m going right back to that party. I promised a certain Va.s.sar female, in my halting English, that I would be back. Can I drop you anywhere?"
"I"m going to the Casa de la Cultura."
"Good. But listen, Mateo, give me at least five hours" notice if you decide to do any scholarly research on Oficios Street, eh? _Vamonos._"
_Chapter sixteen_
Don Anibal Tabio died at ten o"clock the next morning. He died on the operating table, under Ansaldo"s knife.
Hall was in Santiago"s office when Eduardo Sanchez called at eleven to say that an AP flash had just come through in the newspaper"s wire room.
"Call me when the next bulletin comes through," he said, slowly. "We have to know what Gamburdo and Lavandero are planning." Somehow, although he had known for days that Tabio"s hours were numbered, it was hard to swallow his friend"s dying on Ansaldo"s terms. He was too stunned to wonder how Gamburdo had finally won out. For a moment, there was a sensation of sudden emptiness; this gave way to a sense of horror and rage.
"Poor Anibal," he said. "Charging the arrows of the Falange with only the white plume of Truth in his thin hands."
"He was your friend, wasn"t he?" Santiago said. "He was a very great man."
"Yes."
"Would you like a drink, Mateo?"
"No, later. Call de Sola again. Tell him to hurry up. I"m going to the Mexican Emba.s.sy. I have to leave an envelope with the secretary. I"ll be back in less than an hour."
"_Bueno._" The Spaniard walked to the door with Hall. "There has been a good change in you, Mateo," he said. "I remember the day when such a blow would have sent you off like a wild bull. It is better to fight them back the new way, no?"
"You should know, Colonel Iglesias. You should know." Hall stopped off at a bar on the way to his hotel for a quick double brandy to steady his nerves.
The manager of the Jefferson avoided Hall"s eyes when he handed the attache case back to him. "The senor will notice that the seal is unbroken?" he asked.
"It is a new seal," Hall said. "But be tranquil. I was present at Secret Police Headquarters when the seal was broken. And please tell your clerk that I am not angry with him." He put the case under his arm and took a cab to the Mexican Emba.s.sy.
There was more bad news when Hall returned to the Casa. The files of Franco publications kept by Doctor Nazario at the University had also failed to produce the needed picture of Ansaldo. And a messenger from Eduardo Sanchez had brought for Hall a copy of the first AP bulletin from San Hermano.
Hall read the bulletin aloud for Santiago and Rafael. "The wily b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" he said, reading how Gamburdo had decreed six days of official mourning and a national election on the seventh day following Tabio"s death. ""As our beloved Educator"s chosen deputy and successor, I can promise the people of the Republic a continuation of the peace which was ours under Don Anibal"s wise leadership. I can promise that any warmongers who would destroy this great blessing left to the nation by Don Anibal will immediately feel the wrath of the government. It was Anibal Tabio"s last wish that our Republic be spared from suffering the ravages of a war that is neither of our making nor of our choosing.""
"I hate politicos," Rafael said. "They are a stench in the nostrils of decent people."