The Hostage (Presidential Agent 2)

"Excuse me?" Torine interrupted.

"My Hungarian aunt Olga," Castillo furnished. "She lived with us here, until I was what, Otto, about seven or eight?"

"You were eight when Olga died," Goerner said. "Anyway, because they had gold in South Africa, Olga and her husband, who was then still alive, managed to not only hang on to their former German East African property, but to buy at auction the Gossinger holdings, which otherwise would have gone to some undeserving Frenchman or Englishman.

"After World War Two, the communists in Hungary, of course, confiscated everything she owned there, but when the Old Man finally got her out of Hungary, she still held title to the African properties. She left it to the Old Man when she died. He held it until he decided that Kenya was not really going to become the African paradise the new black leaders said it was going to be after independence."

"I never heard any of this before," Castillo confessed.

"All you had to do was ask, Karl," Goerner said. "The importance about all of this is that people learned the lesson. They understood that it was prudent to have hard currency out of whatever country they lived in. This proved a boon to the Swiss banking industry, who instituted the numbered account and really strict banking secrecy laws.

"The trick was to get the money out of your country without letting your government know. This generally required that you have a friend in the country where you wanted to hide your nest egg. For many Germans, a place where you could find German friends-in some cases, relatives-was in Argentina. In the thirties, people are prone to forget, Argentina had the largest gold reserves in the world."

"Were we involved in this?" Castillo asked.

"Yes, we were," Goerner said. "What your great-grandfather, and then your grandfather, did was begin to buy our newsprint from Argentina."

"I don't follow that," Castillo confessed.

"Newspapers consume vast quantities of newsprint," Goerner said. "Therefore no one was surprised when Gossinger Beteiligungsgesellschaft, G.m.b.H., began to buy newsprint from Argentina, where it was cheaper than newsprint from Denmark or Norway, and even cheaper than newsprint from the United States and Canada. And the government didn't understand at first just how cheap it was."

"I don't understand that, either," Castillo said.

"Let's say newsprint from Denmark was so much a ton, say fifty dollars. Use that for the purposes of illustration; I have no idea what it was back then. And forty dollars a ton from the United States or Canada. And thirty from Argentina. Without raising any interest at all, the Dresdenerbank would transfer, say, three thousand dollars to the Bank of Argentina in payment for one hundred tons of newsprint. Bill rendered and paid. End of transaction. But actually, the newsprint cost twenty-five hundred. Which meant, for every one-hundred-ton transaction, there was five hundred dollars left over that could be quietly squirreled away in a bank account."

"We did this?" Castillo asked, incredulously.

"We did it. Mercedes-Benz did it. MAN diesel did it. Seimens did it. And I can't think of a brewery of any size, including ours, that d

idn't do it." He paused. "Where did you think the money came from for the economic miracle that saw Germany rise, phoenix-like, from the rubble we were in 1945?"

"I thought it was the Marshall Plan," Torine said. "And hard work on the part of Germany."

"All of the above, Colonel," Goerner said. "The Marshall Plan kept us fed and out of the hands of the Soviet Union. And repatriated nest eggs permitted us to have the raw material we Germans needed to go to work."

"Are we still doing this?" Castillo asked.

"Your grandfather thought Juan D. Peron was as dangerousas Hitler. We moved our nest egg from Argentina before you were born."

"So why are these good old boys from Marburg sending oil-for-food money there?"

"I'm about to get to that, but that's a two-part story, and one that will take some time. And I heard you tell Mr. Kranz that you wanted to demonstrate your miraculous telephone."

"Yeah, I have to get on the horn."

"We can get into this later," Goerner said. [SIX] "I lied, Otto," Castillo said. They were standing in the shade of the eaves of the stable, leaning on the wall, watching as Kranz set up the radio. A small circular dish pointed at the heavens. There was a control panel that resembled a small laptop computer to which had been added several rows of colored LEDs.

Helena had disappeared with the boys. Castillo wondered if she was protecting them from their godfather or whether Otto had subtly signaled her to take them away from something they probably would be better off not seeing.

"Why am I not surprised?" Otto asked.

"You can't really buy one of these. AFC makes some great stuff for the civilian market, but these aren't available."

"What's so fancy about this one?" Otto asked.

"All green, sir," Kranz said.

"Encrypted voice, right?" Castillo asked.