"What does that mean?"
"The Sicherheitsdienst-SD-is the secret police, the elite of the SS. Sicherheitsdienst plus Wolfsschanze adds up to two Very Important Nasty Peo-ple."
"How do you know he was at... what did you call it?"
"Wolfsschanze," Peter supplied. "Because he brought me a letter from my father. My father's stationed at Wolfsschanze. A letter and some major's in-signia.
"What's he doing here?"
"I don't know. I know he's meeting with the Ambassador, Gr?ner, and Gradny-Sawz tomorrow morning," Peter said. "And I know he wants to go to Uruguay-Montevideo-as soon as he can. He wants me to fly him there in our Storch, but he doesn't like the idea of going direct, over the Rio de la Plata."
"I know the feeling," Clete said. "Every time I'm out of sight of land, I imagine my engine is making strange noises."
"I didn't like crossing the English Channel," Peter said. "Anyway, I sus-pect, as anxious as this guy is to get there, he'll tell me to take the over-solid-earth route."
"Why is he so anxious to get to Montevideo?"
Peter shrugged.
"He didn't say," he said, then changed the subject: "Clete, I have a real problem."
"What's that?"
"You remember that letter I got from my father? The one your father trans-lated for you?"
"What about it?"
"Don't bother to tell me I should have burned it," Peter said.
"It's still around?" Peter nodded. "Why, for Christ's sake? If Gr?ner gets his hands on that..."
"I won't blame it on your father," Peter said. "But he... I didn't want to burn it. Your father thought it would be a good thing to have after the war."
"So you kept it."
In your shoes, I would have done the same thing.
"Your father was keeping it for me."
"Where?"
"I don't know for sure. In some safe place. Probably with the records of the investments. And I don't like to think what would happen to a lot of people- Ambassador von Lutzenberger and maybe even your uncle Humberto-if those records fell into the wrong hands."
"Where do you think they are?"
"Did your father have a safe at Estancia San Pedro y San Pablo? Or some other place besides the obvious... bank safety-deposit boxes, for example?"
"I don't know. Seems likely. But I don't know. I'll ask Claudia."
"I don't think there's a hell of a lot of time."
"I understand," Clete said. "Maybe Enrico knows. I'll ask him, too."
"Be careful, diplomatic immunity or not," Peter said.
"I don't have diplomatic immunity."
"You don't?" Peter asked, visibly surprised. "Alicia told me you were go-ing to be the Assistant Naval Attach‚."