“Because I am smarter than anyone thought I am.”
“How did you do in Bremen, Karl?”
“Pretty well, Clete,” Boltitz said. “So far as the subs are concerned, the sooner I get to Argentina the better.”
He looked at the boys, then back at Clete, and asked, “How much time do we have?”
“None. Let’s go.”
The men all stood.
Heinrich and Gerhard remained in their seats, their gazes glued to the table.
“You guys don’t want to go to Argentina and meet Uncle Siggie’s nice nun?” Clete asked.
The boys looked up at each other.
Then Heinrich looked at Clete and said, “Excuse me? We can go?”
“Of course you can go,” Frade said.
“Can you do that, Cletus?” von Wachtstein asked.
“What? Of course I can! I am the world’s greatest expert in smuggling Germans into Argentina. If you don’t believe me, just ask the secretary of the Treasury.”