"A light twin," Clete said. "Liaison, it has six or eight seats in the back. They also use it as a trainer for navigators."
"How are you going to bring it into the country?" Humberto asked.
"Fly it across the border into a strip at Santo Tome," Clete said, "and from there to Estancia San Pedro y San Pablo."
"Cletus, isn't that dangerous?" Humberto asked. "They patrol the border."
"I made a deal with the BIS," Clete said. "They help me bring the airplane into the country, and I make it available to them in case they don't get away with their coup d'‚tat."
He looked at his watch.
"I don't have much time," he said.
"Two things," Peter said. "I want to tell you both about a conversation I just had with Standartenf?hrer Goltz. And I want to tell you, Cletus-it might be better if Humberto didn't know about this-what I found out when I was in Montevideo."
"Perhaps it would be best if I was familiar with everything," Humberto said.
"I think maybe Peter's right," Clete said. "You probably shouldn't, for your own good, know about-"
"For the common good," Humberto said, very seriously. "The more I know, the better." When neither Peter nor Clete seemed convinced, he added, "When I became involved in this business, I knew it was going to be like pregnancy."
"Excuse me?" Peter asked.
"One cannot be a little bit pregnant," Humberto said. "So if there is not some valid reason not to tell me everything..."
"The two are connected, Cletus," Peter said.
"OK, Humberto," Clete said. "Your choice. Let's have it, Peter."
"I've heard rumors," Humberto said after Peter finished, "about money being paid to help people immigrate here, or to Uruguay, from Germany. I didn't hear much, and this is the first I've heard that they were being released from con-centration camps. I thought it was simply bribe money, paid to obtain visas."
"There's one more thing," Peter said, "now that I think about it. Inge said that her husband was 'making himself rich' getting Jews out of concentration camps. That sounds personal-I'm sure she meant it that way-so how does that fit in with the money in Uruguay being used to buy property, et cetera?"
"Perhaps your friend's husband," Humberto said, "is taking a small com-mission for himself."
"Wouldn't that be more than a little dangerous?" Clete asked.
"Illicit moneys have a way of sticking to people's fingers," Humberto said.
"The SS is full of thieves," Peter said matter-of-factly. "When I think about it, I think Humberto's probably right."
"You're sure about what your lady friend said?" Clete asked.
Peter nodded.
"When are you going to see her again?" Clete asked.
"Never, I hope," Peter said.
"Maybe she can tell us something else," Clete said, then looked at his watch again. "I've got to get out of here."
"There's plenty of time for you to make your train," Humberto said.
"I can't risk missing it," Clete said. "We drove here. Can I leave my car in your garage?"
"If you'd like, Cletus, I can have my chauffeur take you to the station. Ei-ther in my car, or yours, in which case he could take it to Avenida Coronel Diaz."
"You use your car to take Peter to his apartment," Clete said. "Enrico and I will take a taxi."