"Delgano's probably still at Campo de Mayo," Clete said. "For two rea-sons: to keep people from getting curious about the Lockheed being there in the first place, and because I told Mart¡n I would probably fly over there in one of the Cubs here to pick it up. I'm sure, to be a nice guy, he was planning on fly-ing the Cub back here to see if the Lockheed was here. And/or see what else he could find out."
"And you could politely ask him to help you fly the Lockheed?" Graham asked.
"Yeah."
"You'll have to come here to load the camera platform on the Lockheed," Graham said. "Will you have any trouble persuading him to go with you from here?"
"Oh, I don't think I'll have any trouble at all," Clete said.
"And then you'll go out and photograph this ship, the same way you pho-tographed the first one, when you were shot down?" Dorotea asked.
Uh-oh, Graham thought, this is where she's going to say, "Over my dead, pregnant body you will!"
"If we're two miles away, honey," Clete said, "I don't think they'll start shooting at us."
"And if they do?" Dorotea asked.
"Then I leave," Clete said, as much to Graham as to Dorotea.
"You promise?" she challenged.
Clete hesitated before replying. "Honey, I promise you I won't do anything stupid out there."
Please, God, Graham thought, let that be enough to satisfy her.
"You understand, Colonel," Dorotea said, "that this is the last time Cletus is doing anything like this?"
"If this works, Dorotea," Graham said, hoping he sounded far more sincere than he felt, "there won't be anything more like this for him to do."
"You could be expected to say something like that," she said.
"The truth, Dorotea, is that Clete is far more valuable to the United States government for his influence on General Rawson-on the new Argentine gov-ernment-than as an OSS agent. If something like this comes up again, we'll send other people in to do it."
"You don't know my... Cletus very well, obviously, Colonel," she said. She almost said "my husband," Graham realized. "If 'something like this comes up again,' Cletus will play the damn fool again. I want you to under-stand, Colonel, that the next time, I'm fighting you tooth and nail."
"Fair enough," Graham said.
"And in Dorotea, mi Coronel," Clete said, smiling, obviously proud of her, "you can expect to meet your match."
"I have already figured that out, Major Frade," Graham said. "OK, let me get into the rest of it. The materiel the Germans will unload from the Oceano Pacifico."
"We're letting them unload the money?" Clete asked, surprised.
Graham didn't reply directly.
"Leibermann has the entire staff of the Office of the Legal Attach‚ of the Embassy-and some of their local hires-on the way out here. They'll follow the materiel from the beach to its ultimate destination."
"You're letting those bastards bring that dirty money into Argentina?" Clete demanded incredulously. "You know what they're going to do with it!"
"I decided there was a strong possibility that if we grabbed the money to-day, there would be several unfortunate consequences," Graham said. "And I don't mean only that the only escape route I've ever heard of from German ex-termination camps would probably be closed for good."
Clete considered that a moment and grunted.
"And, aside from that, I decided that it posed an unacceptable risk to Gala-had," Graham went on. "There would be questions asked, on their side, about how we knew precisely where and when the materiel-the money-was to be landed. Only a few people were privy to that information, among them, obvi-ously, Galahad. The Germans have the nasty habit of eliminating people they suspect are guilty. I don't want Galahad eliminated."
"So you can use him again, right?" Clete said bitterly.
"Right."