“Well, to coin a phrase, all’s well that ends well.” He handed him a SIGABA printout. “This came for you.”
“I can’t read it in this light.”
“Then get in the ambulance. In the back. There’s a dome light. Lights.”
Cronley got in the back of the ambulance and found the dome light switch. Dunwiddie got behind the wheel.
Cronley looked at the printout:
PRIORITY
TOP SECRET LINDBERGH
DUPLICATION FORBIDDEN
FROM TEX
VIA VINT HILL TANGO NET
0710 GREENWICH 4 NOVEMBER 1945
TO POLO
INFO COPY TO VATICAN ATTENTION ALTARBOY
1-IN DC 0500 GMT
2-DEPART FOR MIDLAND 0800 GMT
3-ESTIMATED DEPARTURE FOR BUENOS AIRES 1600 GMT
4-ESTIMATED ARRIVAL BUENOS AIRES 1200 GMT 5 NOVEMBER
5-URGENT YOU BE THERE TO MEET ME WITH BAGS PACKED FOR MONTH AWAY
6-URGENT YOU DO WHATEVER IS REQUIRED TO HAVE THE JESUIT AVAILABLE TO ME ON ARRIVAL
TEX
END
TOP SECRET LINDBERGH
—
Cronley folded the message and put it in his pocket.
“I don’t get that back?”
“I’m considering showing it to Major Orlovsky.”
Cronley then handed Dunwiddie a large manila envelope.
“One good turn deserves another,” he said. “This is for you.”
“What is it?”
“Fat Freddy Hessinger’s step-by-step instruct