them.”
“What about Donovan? What does he know about Gehlen?”
“Dulles and/or Graham is going to have to tell him, if one of them hasn’t already.”
“The destroyer ride is to kill time, right?”
“Every hour I have to hide Gehlen and his people, the better,” Mattingly said. “By the way, the general has been arrested by the CIC and is currently undergoing interrogation. Just as soon as I can tear myself away from the duties here, I will go to Oberusel and interrogate Gehlen myself. Slowly and thoroughly.”
“And the reason you’re in Berlin, not in that castle, is because you need permission—and a reason—to come to Berlin, and the Secret Service doesn’t want to come out and say they want to come to Berlin to interrogate you —the head of the OSS—about the OSS helping Nazis to get to Argentina?”
“Oh, you can be clever, can’t you, Colonel Frade?”
XI
[ONE]
Executive Officers’ Quarters USS
There came a knock at the stateroom door. Lieutenant Colonel Cletus H. Frade, USMC, who was lying on the bunk, called, “Come!”
A very tall, very thin, ascetic-looking lieutenant commander opened the door and entered the stateroom.
Frade put down his copy of that day’s
The visitor said evenly, “Correct me if I’m wrong, Colonel, but I believe naval courtesy requires that all naval personnel come to attention when the captain of a man-o’-war enters a living space, even when said captain is junior.”
Frade chuckled and pushed himself off the bunk.
“Until just now, Commander, I didn’t know you were the captain.”
“I have that honor, sir. My name is R. G. Prentiss, and I am the captain.”
Frade nodded.
Captain Prentiss said: “Colonel, we have a somewhat awkward situation here. I have been ordered by COMMATL—”
“By who?”
“Commander Atlantic,” Captain Prentiss furnished, “has ordered the
“That pretty much sums it up.”
“Under these circumstances, Colonel, while you will be afforded the courtesies to which your rank entitles you, there are several conditions I feel necessary to impose.”
“Shoot,” Frade said. “Figuratively speaking, of course, Captain.”
“You will mess with the officers in the wardroom. Pushing that button”—he pointed—“will summon my steward, who will take care of your laundry, et cetera, and bring you, if you wish, coffee and doughnuts from the galley. You will not engage in conversation with the ship’s company—the sailors—at any time, and will converse with my officers only when I or my executive officer is present.”
“That’s that sort of roly-poly lieutenant who brought me down here when I came aboard?”
“His name is Lieutenant John Crosby, Colonel. You are not permitted to leave ‘officer’s country’—do you know what that means, Colonel?”
“I’d hazard a wild guess that’s where your officers hang out.”
Prentiss nodded. “And you are not permitted to be on the bridge. You may, should you desire, go to the flying bridges on either side of the bridge itself.”
Frade waited for him to go on.
“I think I’ve covered everything. Any questions, Colonel Frade?”
“I guess I missed supper, huh, Captain?”
Captain Prentiss turned and left the cabin without speaking.
[TWO]
Executive Officers’ Quarters USS
Captain Prentiss knocked at the door, was given permission to enter, and did so.
Frade, who had been sitting at the fold-down desk, stood.
“I had hoped to see you at breakfast, Colonel.”
“It’s a little chilly in there for me, Captain.”
“I had planned to read this aloud to the wardroom,” Prentiss said, and handed Frade a sheet of paper. “That was transmitted in the clear, Colonel.” FOR SLATS FROM LITTLE DICK
POPPA SAYS YOUR SUPERCARGO REALLY GOOD GUY
TREAT HIM ACCORDINGLY
Frade handed the paper back without comment.
“My roommate at Annapolis,” Captain Prentiss explained, “Colonel J. C. Wallace, was called ‘Little Dick.’ He called me ‘Slats.’”
“I understand why people could call you Slats, Captain. But it would not behoove me as a field-grade Marine officer to ask why you called your roommate Little Dick.”
Prentiss grinned. Then he said: “Actually, one of the reasons was because his father, Vice Admiral Wallace, is called Big Dick.”
“Oh.”
“Colonel, you now have freedom of the ship, including the bridge. And I would be pleased if you would join me now for breakfast. I assure you, it will be much warmer in the wardroom than it has been.”
“Thank you.”
“All of my officers, and me, have been wondering exactly what it was that caused you to give Colonel Flowers the finger as we let loose all lines.”
