Their eyes met for a moment, and then Graham went on: "When Lieutenant Sawyer was at Yale-"
"Lieutenant Sawyer?" Dorotea interrupted. "Who's he?"
"Lieutenant Madison R. Sawyer the Third," Clete furnished, his tone mocking Sawyer's Oh, So Social-sounding name. "He's on Ashton's team. Ashton calls him 'the gorilla.'"
"When Lieutenant Sawyer was at Yale, he was a photographer for the Yale Daily News," Graham went on. "He tells Ashton, and we have no choice but to take him at his word, that he will have no problem photographing, on the ground, the landing of the materiel from the Oceano Pacifico. With a little bit of luck, we will furnish your friend Mart¡n not only photographs of the materiel actually being unloaded on the beach, but of our friend Standartenf?hrer Goltz and/or Colonel Gr?ner supervising the unloading. That will give the Argentine government sufficient cause to persona non grata either of them, hopefully both."
"What does that mean?" Dorotea asked.
The idea of having Gr?ner booted out of the country didn't seem to bother Clete at all, Graham thought, thereby eliminating Gr?ner as Galahad, and con-firming, if it needed confirming, that Galahad is von Wachtstein.
"When someone on a diplomatic passport does something wrong," Graham said, "such as smuggling, the host government declares him persona non grata-a person not welcome-and asks him to leave the country."
"It will also tip the Germans that we know about the money," Clete chal-lenged.
"Why? So far as they're concerned, the money will have safely arrived, still in its crates, wherever they take it."
"They will wonder how someone just happened to be taking pictures where they were landing the money," Clete argued.
"Look," Graham said, "an amateur photographer is walking along the beach and happens to see the strange activity of people unloading crates from a boat and takes pictures of it with his Brownie. If Lieutenant Sawyer's pho-tographs don't naturally look like the work of an amateur photographer, they can be made to look that way." He paused, then went on. "Actually, Leibermann has a local cop on his payroll who can turn them in. That's just between us."
"Why don't we just tell Leibermann's cop what's about to happen? Let them grab the money?"
"I thought about that. I decided that one cop stumbling across the unload-ing would not arouse undue suspicion; a dozen cops waiting for the boat would."
Clete shrugged. He could not fault Graham's logic.
"There are several problems involved with getting Lieutenant Sawyer to the proper place at the properly appointed time in the properly appointed uni-form-civilian clothing-to take his pictures," Graham said. "For one thing, he's in Argentina illegally. For another, despite his pr
otestations to the contrary, the Germans are liable to see him. He would not be able to defend himself, be-cause I don't want him carrying a weapon."
"I could send Enrico with him," Clete thought aloud. "Enrico and Rudolpho."
"Se¤or Clete?" Enrico asked, having heard his name.
Clete switched to Spanish.
"This morning, Enrico, you and Rudolpho are going to go riding along the beach."
"Where will you be, Se¤or Clete?"
"I'll be flying the airplane," Clete said. "And you can't go with me." He waited to deal with the expected objections to that; and when-surprising him-there were none, went on. "You will take el Teniente Gorilla with you. He will be taking photographs of the Germans unloading crates from a boat."
"And what do we do about the Germans?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. We don't even want them to see you. If they do see you, you're to leave immediately. But I don't want them to see you. This is very important. What I want you to do is put el Teniente Gorilla in a position to take his photographs, and when he's finished, bring him back here. Only if necessary, and I mean absolutely necessary, are you to use your guns to protect el Teniente Gorilla. No dead Germans, you understand, Enrico?"
"S¡, Se¤or Clete," Enrico agreed with obvious reluctance.
"If you do what Se¤or Clete asks you to do, Suboficial Mayor," Graham said, "it will result in the deaths of far more Germans than the ones you will see on the beach."
Enrico considered that idea and seemed to like it.
"S¡, mi Coronel," he said.
"Unless anyone has anything else?" Graham asked, looking around the room, and then finished, "I think we should, quickly, take advantage of Dorotea's buffet breakfast."
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