'Logan?'
'Yes, sir. In my opinion, Martell-or Fenn-is just an insurance policy Fredericks took out so he wouldn't get his head blown off when he started putting pressure on Logan. After all, he'd just lost his previous number one, from what you say, south of the border. And that's kind of interesting, when you come to think about it.'
'What do you mean?'
I said, 'Martell needs a job. Fredericks' most trusted man disappears, creating a vacancy. Do you think there might be a connection?'
'The thought had occurred to me,' Mac said. 'The possibility is being investigated.'
'Anyway,' I said, 'Fredericks hired Martell, or Fenn, to guard the body; but I have a strong feeling the man he wants for the Mexico jaunt is the Duke.'
'Your reasons?'
'It just adds up, that's all. Why else would he be scaring women and children out at the ranch? I'll check with Beth, but I think I'm right.'
'It seems like an odd selection. A man with whom he's quarreled, according to my information; a man who has good reason to hate him?'
I said, 'Ah, but you don't understand these gentleman adventurers like Mr. Logan. He's a man of principle, he draws lines. He's that rarity these days a man of his word. Regardless of personalities, if the Duke says he's going to Mexico and coming back, he's going to Mexico and coming back, and Fredericks knows it. All he has to do is get the Duke to say it.'
'This Logan sounds like an interesting person,' Mac said.
'Yes, sir,' I said. 'Interesting. Did you get another man out here?'
'Yes.'
'Will you send him an alert signal immediately. A safe place for something I want to put in storage temporarily and someone to watch over it. I'll check with him in twenty minutes.'
'I think it can be arranged.' He gave me a number to call. 'Eric.'
'Yes?'
'After you learn Martell's mission, you can remember the standing orders for people in his category. They should be carried out, however, with at least a semblance of legality, to keep our brother agencies happy. Keep this in mind, particularly if you should have to deal with Fredericks as well.'
I said, 'I'd feel silly as hell trying to make an arrest.' Mac said calmly, 'Unfortunately, your feelings are a matter of complete unconcern to the government you serve.'
'Well, I always suspected it,' I said, 'but it's nice to have it in the form of an official statement… Oh, I almost forgot. A detail.'
'Proceed.'
'Two unsavory characters just entered, illegally, a residence at the following Reno address.' I gave the address. 'They were attacked and killed by a dog belonging to the mistress of the house, not present. The dog was badly injured and had to be destroyed by the first person to discover the gory spectacle. Police are trying to contact the animal's owner, currently without success. Can you fix?'
'I think so. I gather you want publicity.'
'Yes, sir. Particularly the fact that the lady of the house is missing. Radio and TV if possible. And the guy who's going to destroy the dog had better be warned that it's already dead.'
'I see,' Mac said softly. 'I love your details, Eric.'
'Yes,' I said. 'They're nice, aren't they? Good-bye, sir.'
Chapter Seventeen
I KNOCKED on the bedroom door. Beth came out. Behind her, I caught a glimpse of the kid working on herself with comb and brush, in front of the dresser mirror.
'Whom were you calling, Matt?' Beth asked.
'My boss. You met him,' I said.
'Oh, the gray-haired man who came out last year and tried to persuade me not to-'
'Yes.'
'He wasn't very diplomatic. Everything he told me about… about your work was, well, shocking, to say the least.'
'Sure.' I found myself wondering just how hard Mac had actually tried to prevent the divorce. After all, reliable help is hard to get these days, and the work isn't suited to a married man with responsibilities.
Beth looked down at her hands, and said in a quite different tone, 'I think you know what it's all about, don't you, Matt?'
'What Fredericks wants of the Duke? It wasn't too hard to guess, knowing Fredericks' current business and the Duke's former status and certain other things.'
She said, 'It was put as a straight business proposition first. Larry was to get a generous percentage for his trouble. Fredericks said he didn't mind paying one of his own men; he was just damned if he was going to be blackmailed by a bunch of… of lousy Greasers. If he did, he said, he'd never get a shipment through again without paying off to some bandit in a big hat. What he wanted was for somebody to go down there and scare the… put the fear of God into them.' She studied her hands as if she'd never seen them before. 'Larry refused, of course. He's not doing anything like that any more; hasn't been for years. Besides, he says there's nothing as dirty as…as dope.'
'Very high-principled of him, I'm sure.'
She looked up angrily. 'Do you have to keep jeering at him?'
'You don't really expect us to be bosom pals, do you?'
She sighed and looked down again. Obviously she thought it would be nice if we'd be bosom pals, or at least pretend to be, in a civilized manner.
She said, 'Then the threats began. And the… incidents. There'd be riders in the hills who didn't belong there. Betsy would wander off for a moment and come back with a lollipop somebody'd given her, although we'd seen nobody around. The boys would go off on horseback, and a couple of agreeable strangers would show them a fascinating trail they'd never seen before. They'd come back quite safe, excited and pleased, but the meaning was clear. It's been… just a nightmare, for weeks.'
'Sure,' I said. 'Well, we'll see if we can't put a stop to it. You go back to the Duke and… what did you say?' She hesitated, and shook her head. I went on: 'I want both of you to go back to the ranch and sit tight. Tell the Duke I've got a proposition for him that I think will solve everybody's problems. Tell him I don't think there'll be any immediate trouble, but it would be just as well if he saw his way clear to passing up his afternoon nap, just this once.'
'He doesn't take-' She checked herself, flushed, and said mildly, 'He's only forty-six, Matt.'
'That makes him about as much older than you are as I'm older than the kid in there,' I said. 'Interesting thought, isn't it? Anyway, tell him to keep his eyes open until I get there. Tell them I hate to intrude on his hospitality after being so politely shown the gate, but I think it's about time we joined forces. Where are the kids?'
'Peter took them to a friend's hunting lodge back in the mountains. Clara's with them-the maid-and our three regular ranch hands. They have guns and know how to shoot. The place can only be reached if you have four-wheel drive or horses. Peter took the Land Rover.'
'Well, the opposition apparently has horses available, from what you've said. It's either very good or very bad. If your men are alert, it could be a tough nut to crack, but if anything does happen, you won't know it for hours or even days, since I don't suppose there's a phone up there.'
'Peter is to report in every morning at a definite hour.' She hesitated. 'Larry decided on it last night. He sent them all off early this morning.'
'Well, that should give us enough time. Fredericks' real tough bogs are probably from the city. This is a little different from riding around in the bills scaring women and children. Even if he knows the place, it'll take him a little while to mount an efficient wilderness operation for this kind of business.'
'That's what Larry had in mind.'
I said, 'I think I've got it fixed for that mess in there to be cleaned up with no trouble to anybody.'
She licked her lips. 'I… we're very grateful. It was a dreadful mistake-'
'You can save your gratitude. I wouldn't lift a finger to keep the Duke out of trouble-particularly on a stunt like this-and I don't suppose his record can stand many more contacts with the law, even if he is a respectable rancher these days. But it just happened I wanted the news to go on the air that way, so he gets by with it again.' I looked at her for a moment longer. Her color had come back, and she was really quite a nice-looking girl-well, I'd been of that opinion for years. I said, 'Well, give my regards to Bwana Simba.'
'To whom?'
'Bwana Simba? Oh, that's just what us old Africa hands call the great white hunter, a term of respect, don't you know? I think it means Master Lion, or some similar corn.'
'You're being rather childish, aren't you, Matt?'
'Oh, rawther,' I said. 'Don't begrudge me a few such moments. I'm going to have to grow up fast now. On your way, Mrs. Logan…'
When I came into the bedroom, the kid was well along towards having her hair up. Smooth and bright and neat and adult, it made an interesting contrast with her bare legs and gaudy blue shorts.
She spoke without turning her head. 'Who's Eric, baby?'
I glanced towards the phone in the other room. 'Some folks have big ears.'
'I wasn't eavesdropping. But Fenn called you Eric, in Dad's office, and I've been wondering ever since…' After a moment, she said, 'It's a code name, isn't it?'
'Yes,' I said, 'it's a code name.'
'Your code name.'
'That's right. My code name. And when I'm Eric, let me tell you, I'm a real bastard.'
She grinned at me impishly in the mirror. 'You mean, I'll be able to tell the difference?'
But it wasn't the way it had been, and we both knew it. Two people can go off together for a little while, sometimes, and find a secret time and place of their own, but the world is always waiting for them to come back. We were back.
I said, 'Throw some stuff into a suitcase. You're moving out of here. Somebody else might have the same bright idea as the Duke, and there's always some danger when a big criminal organization breaks up.'
She turned to look at me. 'I see. You're moving in on Dad.'
'Let's just say I'm moving.' After a moment, I said, 'I want you safe, kid.'
She regarded me steadily for a little longer; then she shrugged her shoulders abruptly. 'Okay, if you put it like that…
Five minutes later, we were out of there. It was a risk stopping by the motel, but I wanted the little.38 and some cartridges, as well as a clean shirt. Nothing happened and nobody followed us away.
I made sure of that; then I had her pull up for gas at a filling station. While the attendant was working on the Mercedes, I went over and used the pay phone on the wall. Mac had been on the job. The voice at the other end gave me directions, and said somebody would be there when we arrived. I gave some instructions in return.
