Blood and Honor (Honor Bound 2)

"S¡, mi Coronel," the porter said, exchanging a knowing smile with the doorman. Another wife-mandated shopping mission. It happened all the time. The Avenida Florida, between Avenida Cordoba and the Plaza San Martin, holds a number of department stores, ranging downward in size and prestige from the Buenos Aires branch of London's Harrod's to tiny one-man closet-size vendors.

Martin, shaking his head as if in resignation, passed back through the re-volving door, turned onto Avenida Florida, and started toward Plaza San Martin. He turned into Harrod's and quickly bought a pair of socks. Though he didn't need them, they came packed in a readily identifiable Harrod's paper bag. He then left, turning right again onto Florida and walking briskly toward Plaza San Martin. After one other stop, to buy a copy of La Nation, he walked to the end of Florida, crossed the street that circles the Plaza San Martin, and went into the park.

He ambled down the curving paths between (and sometimes under) the massive, ancient Gomero trees-some said to be four hundred years old-and then sat down on one side of a double bench. A tall, good-looking man in his twenties, who was wearing both the uniform of a Capitan of Cavalry and the de rigueur cavalry officer's mustache, sat on the other side of the bench, facing away from the Circulo Militar toward the River Plate.

Mart¡n took a quick look at the Circulo Militar. The magnificent Italian-style building had been built in the late nineteen century as a private residence by the owners of La Prensa, the second of Argentina's major newspapers. They had subsequently given it to the Army, as a small token, some said, of the fam-ily's admiration for that body. Others snickered knowingly when this explana-tion for the donors' multi-million-dollar generosity was offered.

Mart¡n picked up La Nation and opened it.

"Nothing," he said softly. "It is not in either the house on D¡az, or in the guest house on Libertador."

The Capitan, whose name was Roberto Lauffer, could not resist shrugging, but he looked the other way and covered his mouth with his handkerchief be-fore he replied.

"Then it has to be at Estancia San Pedro y San Pablo," he said.

"I can't get anybody in there," Mart¡n said. "And even if I could, I don't have the combination to the safe. And it's a Himpell, German, built like a battleship. The only way to open it without a combination would be with a blow-torch. Or explosives."

"The dealer?" Capitan Lauffer asked.

"Don't you think I tried that?" Mart¡n said icily. "One of the many advan-tages of a Himpell safe is the ease with which the combination can be changed by its owner."

"You don't think anyone else has the combination? Suboficial Mayor Ro-driguez?"

"I think el Coronel Frade had the only combination, and in his mind, not written down somewhere." Mart¡n said.

"I will relay this to General Rawson," Capitan Lauffer said.

"I'll give you something else to ruin his dinner," Mart¡n said. "Humberto Duarte got a cable an hour ago from el Coronel Frade's son, asking that the fu-neral be delayed until he gets here."

"He's coming back?"

"He will leave Miami tomorrow on the Panagra flight"-Pan-American Airways-Grace Airlines.

"And Duarte will delay the funeral?"

"Of course he will."

Capitan Lauffer exhaled audibly.

"I will so inform General Rawson," he said.

"The room has been inspected for listening devices, but..."

"I understand," Lauffer said.

"I think that's everything for now," Mart¡n said.

"Yes, Sir," Lauffer said, rising. He then walked through the park toward the Circulo Militar.

When Teniente Coronel Mart¡n assumed his duties with the Ministry of De-fense's Bureau of Internal Security as "Chief, Ethical Standards Office," he was given responsibility for keeping an eye on the Grupo de Oficiales Unidos. For the G.O.U., it was correctly suspected, were planning a coup d'‚tat against the regime of President Ramon S. Castillo.

In the meantime, Coronel Martin's relationship with the G.O.U. had changed. A new set of circumstances had forced him to choose sides. On the one hand, he now accepted that his hope to remain apolitical and perform his services for whoever was constitutionally in office was wishful and naive. And on the other hand, he realized that he had chosen the right side, at least morally. Whether right would prevail was entirely another question.

In this light, he saw that his duty now was to prevent those with ties to Pres-ident Castillo from learning more than was absolutely necessary about the ac-tivities of the G.O.U.

The worst possible contingency was that Outline Blue would fall into the hands of President Castillo's supporters. For Outline Blue was the detailed plan for the coup d'‚tat, complete in every detail, including the names of the of-ficers involved and the roles they would play; everything except for the date and time of execution.

In view of the danger, only one complete copy of Outline Blue was as-sembled. This was entrusted to el Coronel Jorge Guillermo Frade. who had written most of it and was el Presidente of G.O.U. Frade was now dead, assas-sinated, Mart¡n believed, at the orders of the German Military Attach‚, acting on orders from Germany. His assassination served two German purposes-to keep Frade from becoming President, and to remind other senior Argentine of-ficers that Germany could punish its enemies as well as reward its friends.