Victory and Honor (Honor Bound 6)

“I’m Rodolfo Nulder, Señor Frade,” he announced with a charming smile.

“So Capitán Delgano has been telling me.”

“Did he also tell you that I was at both the military academy and the Kriegsschule with your father?”

“No, as a matter of fact, he didn’t,” Frade lied, somewhat deflating Nulder’s arrogance, if only for a moment. “But he did tell me, when I asked him who was in charge of our cargo of diplomats, that you probably were. True?”

“When I left the army, I became involved with governmental security. I’m presently the director of security for the Secretariat of Labor and Retirement Plans—”

“The Secretariat of Labor and Retirement Plans?” Frade interrupted. “Or the Secretary of Labor and Retirement Plans?”

Nulder raised his eyebrows, then said, “Actually, I suppose one could say that both are true. I sometimes assist el Coronel Perón in security matters outside the Secretariat of Labor and Retirement Plans. This is one of those occasions. Actually, Señor Frade, I was hoping to have a word with you, to explain my role in this mission, when we arrived here. But then no one seemed to know where you were.”

“No one did,” Frade said.

r /> Nulder’s charming smile flickered off and then came back on.

He said: “I was going to tell you that in his role as vice president, el Coronel Perón thought, because I know Germany, that I would be useful in carrying out the mission President Farrell had assigned to the Foreign Ministry, and asked me to participate.”

“Does that mean you’re the man in charge?” Frade asked, not very pleasantly.

“Let me put it this way. Think of me as the liaison officer between yourself, as the managing director of SAA, and the senior Foreign Ministry officer, Ambassador Giménez, on this mission.”

Frade considered that, nodded, and said: “Then I guess you’re the man I’m looking for. You can pass this on to Ambassador Giménez. . . . Wait. I just thought of something: How can you be an ambassador to a country that no longer exists? What used to be Germany is now territory held by force of arms by the Allied Powers and under martial law. Can you accredit an ambassador to a military headquarters?”

Nulder’s face showed both that he had not expected the question and that he had no answer to it.

“I really don’t know,” he confessed. “Why don’t we leave such questions to the Foreign Ministry?”

“Okay. But the reason I wanted to see the man in charge—and the reason I’m just now having my breakfast—is that the commanding general of this base sent for me. When I got to his office, he had several officers of the United States Secret Service with him. Are you familiar with the Secret Service?”

“Somewhat,” Nulder said.

“Well, their primary duty is to protect the President. I knew that. But what I remembered just now is that they’re under the secretary of the Treasury.”

“I don’t understand what that means,” Nulder admitted.

“Well, the secretary of the Treasury is a man named Morgenthau. He’s Jewish. He doesn’t like Nazis. He’s heard that some Nazis are going to try to avoid trial for war crimes by escaping to South America. So he’s put the Secret Service on it.”

“I don’t quite follow you,” Nulder said.

“They were subtle, if you know what I mean,” Frade said. “They didn’t come right out and say they suspect the Foreign Ministry of doing anything they shouldn’t, like smuggling Nazis into Argentina, but they did tell me that any diplomats going into occupied Germany could forget diplomatic immunity. Anybody caught trying to help Nazis get out of Germany will find themselves standing in front of a court-martial.”

“I don’t think they can do that,” Nulder said.

“I don’t know if they could or not, Señor Nulder. But that’s what they told me. It was sort of a word to the wise, if you know what I mean.”

Nulder did not reply.

“They also told me the Secret Service has authority on any U.S. base—like this one, and Canoas. Which means, if they wanted to, they could search the airplane and check everybody’s identity.

“What they were saying, without coming right out and saying it, was that we can expect to be searched pretty carefully on our way home.”

After a long moment, Nulder said: “Interesting. Have you any idea when we’ll be taking off?”

“Ten minutes after I finish my breakfast.”

“Well, then, I’ll see you aboard,” Nulder said, offered his hand, and then began walking away.