en I was sent back here.”
Von und zu Aschenburg looked at him, asking with his eyes if that was the truth, rather than having been said for the benefit of the hidden microphones. Von Wachtstein nodded.
“That’s unusual. Why? What are you doing here that’s so important?” He stopped himself, then went on. “I should not have asked that.”
“What’s more than a little embarrassing, Dieter, is the reason I was sent back.”
“Which you cannot tell me for reasons of security?” It was more a statement for the recorder than a question.
“Which I don’t want to go any further than this room.”
Von und zu Aschenburg nodded his understanding.
“I was about to become a father.”
“So they got you out of Germany to keep you from an unsuitable marriage? One that would embarrass the Luftwaffe?”
“I was, I am, about to be a father here,” von Wachtstein said.
“I don’t understand.”
“When the lady who is now my wife learned that she was in the family way, she went to her priest, a Jesuit named Welner. He went to Colonel Juan Domingo Perón—”
“Who’s he?”
“One of the more important colonels. And the least important colonels in Argentina, I’ve learned, are at least as important as one of our Generalmajors. Tío Juan Domingo, as my wife calls Colonel Perón, is ‘special assistant’ to General Ramírez, the president. I’d say that he’s the second or third most powerful man in Argentina.”
“And?”
“Anyway, Alicia went to her Jesuit, the Jesuit went to Perón, and Perón went to Lutzenberger. Then Lutzenberger sent a cable to Berlin, and it was decided at the highest levels that I could make a greater contribution to the final victory by coming back here and doing the right thing as a Luftwaffe officer and gentleman—marrying the lady, in other words—than I could shooting down B-17s flying an Me-262.”
“Somehow, Hansel, I’m getting the idea they didn’t have to march you to the altar at the point of a bayonet.”
“I love her, Dieter. I really love her.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I should be flying Me-262s, and I know it, but I’m glad I’m here.”
“You can have a clear conscience, Major,” von und zu Aschenburg said. “You are an officer doing what you were ordered to do.”
“So I have been telling myself. Sometimes I almost believe it.”
There was a knock at the door, and before von Wachtstein could open his mouth, it opened and Cranz came in.
I wonder if the sonofabitch was hoping to catch us at something—anything?
Well, when he listens to the wire recording of what Dieter and I said to each other, he won’t hear anything he shouldn’t.
“Ambassador Lutzenberger,” Cranz announced, “has decided the best way to handle things will be for everybody in Uruguay to come here on the overnight boat. Which means that leaves my evening free. I hope that you and the Baroness von Wachtstein are free to have dinner with me. I’d really like to meet her. And I’m sure Kapitän von und zu Aschenburg would.”
Von Wachtstein nodded, but said, “Unfortunately, my wife—who is known here as Señora Carzino-Cormano de von Wachtstein, but who I suspect would love having you call her ‘Baroness’—is at her mother’s estancia. And as I have the duty—”
“And going there would be out of the question?” Cranz interrupted.
“I have the duty until Gradny-Sawz returns, unfortunately.”
“Ambassador Lutzenberger says there’s no reason Schneider can’t fill in for you tonight,” Cranz said. "’Señora Carzino-Cormano de von Wachtstein’? That’s a mouthful, isn’t it?”