The two officers with the briefcases got in the backseat of the Opel. For two or three minutes, nothing happened. Then a Mercedes sedan appeared on the road. Clete saw the lanky form of el Coronel Juan Domingo Per¢n in the back-seat. It drove on the lawn to move around the three cars on the road. Then they started after it.
Soon what was now a small convoy-a small, armed convoy, Clete thought-disappeared around the corner of the house.
"Where are they taking that money?" Clete asked.
Enrico shrugged.
Clete thought it interesting that el Coronel Per¢n had assumed responsibil-ity for the money. That fixed Per¢n's place in the G.O.U. hierarchy; he was somewhere near the top.
Enrico lowered the shutter all the way and followed Clete into the corridor.
Peter von Wachtstein was standing by the open door to the private office.
"Captain Lauffer said he thought you would be back here," Peter said.
"'Go on in," Clete said. "Don't let anybody else in here, Enrico."
He followed Peter into the study and closed the door.
"Lauffer came looking for me," Peter said. "To tell me you would be back here. What was that all about? How much does he know, in other words?"
"He was being a nice guy," Clete said. "He knew where I was, and that I wanted to see you. He doesn't know anything he shouldn't, and what he sus-pects he will keep to himself."
Peter did not seem convinced.
"Your father's letter is in there," Clete said, pointing over his shoulder to-ward the safe. When Peter looked confused, Clete turned and saw that the mov-able section of the bookcase was back in place.
He went to it and swung it outward.
"You saw it?" Peter asked.
"And the documents."
"Then you might as well leave it where it is," Peter said. "I certainly don't have a better place to hide it."
"Maybe Alicia does," Clete said. "You can leave it here, of course. But..."
"I'll ask her," Peter said. "I hadn't thought about her."
"Or Claudia may have a place," Clete said as he swung the bookcase closed.
"Claudia's up to her ass in this coup d'‚tat," Peter said. "Half the General Staff of the Argentine Army is, or has been, at her place in the last twenty-four hours."
"I don't suppose you heard anything interesting?"
"Is that personal curiosity, or is the OSS interested?"
"Both."
"I'll tell you something I heard," Peter said, meeting his eyes. "That should get your personal attention. We have a visitor. A Standartenf?hrer-do you know what that is?"
Clete nodded.
"Yesterday morning Standartenf?hrer Goltz ordered Gr?ner to have your man Ettinger killed. As soon as possible."
"Who told you that?"
"Von Lutzenberger. You better tell your man to watch his back, Clete."