'There was no warning?'
'No preliminary conversation whatever. When I opened the door, it was as if I'd dynamited Boulder Dam. They poured all over me.'
'You have no idea what they wanted?'
'No, sir. Maybe you can find out from the other end.'
'Maybe. You can be certain I will try. Are you all right?'
'It's kind of you to ask, sir,' I said. 'It was close, but I had help. I'm fine.'
'How much time do you want?'
'Half an hour ought to do it. Better not make it much longer. We'd hate to lose either of them, wouldn't we? And see if you can straighten things out so I don't fall over any more of them, sir. It confuses the issue badly.'
'I'll endeavor to do that,' he said grimly, and I thought there might be some activity in Washington in the near future. 'Now let me speak to Mrs. Meadows,' he said. 'Mrs. Meadows, now that you have heard this conversation, I advise you to forget it. Somebody will call on you shortly with credentials I think you will find adequate…'
I laid the phone down and looked at Gail. 'Well, now you know how it's done,' I said. 'If you're wondering why we let the lady listen in, that's psychology. If we'd kept her off the line-if we could have-she'd have been curious and suspicious. Since she was allowed to listen to important government secrets, she may be proud and scared enough to keep her mouth shut… What's the matter?'
She was watching me in a preoccupied way, frowning a little. 'Injection C,' she said. 'Does that mean there are Injections A and B, too?'
'Don't be nosy,' I said. 'But since you ask, A is permanent and very quick, but leaves traces. B is slower but can't be detected in the body after a short time- it can pass for heart failure if you set it up right. One that's both instantaneous and undetectable is in the works. Does that answer your question?'
She shivered slightly. 'I'm sorry I asked. You're not a very nice person, are you, Matt?'
'I'm terrible,' I said, 'but you've known that since El Paso, so let's just pass up the subject of me and how awful I am. Right now I'd like to know how you made out. We haven't got much time; we want to be out of here before the rescue squad arrives.'
She was looking at me blankly. 'How I made out?'
'You went on a mission, remember? A secret, mysterious mission. Something you didn't want to tell me about; you wanted to do it by yourself. You wanted to help.'
There was a little silence, and something in the room seemed to change. Something went out of it suddenly, something that had been warm and friendly and kind of nice. She went phony on me is the best way I can describe it.
'Heavens, I'd completely forgotten!' she gasped. 'Coming in and seeing you fighting like that just drove it plumb out of my mind… Matt, darling, I've got it!'
'Got what?'
'Don't be silly, what we've been looking for, of course! Darling, I've found it! I started thinking about what you'd said. You know, you asked me if I was quite sure Janie had really said Wigwam, and I said I was, almost. And then you asked if I was quite sure she'd said Carrizozo. Well, the more I thought about it… Anyway, I went out to look at the map in the truck, and I made a couple of phone calls. Matt, do you know a town called Ruidoso?'
'Sure,' I said. 'It's about thirty-five miles from here, up in the mountains on the other side of Sierra Blanca, the big peak we passed on the way up. Horse races are run there in the summer. Ruidoso Downs. The village of Ruidoso itself is just up the canyon from the track.' I frowned. 'What about Ruidoso?'
'Darling, you're being downright stupid! Don't you see? Carrizozo-Ruidoso. That's where I made my mistake. They sound alike, and I'd never heard of Ruidoso and I'd heard of this place, so… Don't you understand?'
I said, watching her, 'I thought all Texans knew about Ruidoso Downs. Certainly enough of them go there for the races.'
Her eyes narrowed. 'I declare, you're acting very strangely. I thought you'd be proud of me! Don't you understand, I've got it, I've got your lousy wigwam! The Wigwam Lodge in Ruidoso!'
XX
There wasn't much conversation during the first part of the journey. I didn't know what her thoughts were, and I didn't want to look at her to find out.
As for my own thoughts, they were confused. She'd saved my life, was the thing I kept remembering, and still, instinct warned me she was being much less than honest with me now. It disturbed me to be heading towards Ruidoso, far back up in the high mountains on the wrong side of the valley, as far as the atom test was concerned. But then, Mac had said that atomic explosions were really none of my business. Gunther was. He could as easily be in Ruidoso as elsewhere. Or the woman beside me could be leading me around by the nose for laughs, but she was still the only lead we had. I had no choice but to stick with her.
Presently she glanced at me. 'I thought you said it was only thirty-five miles.'
I said, 'That's the direct road across the mountains. Most of it's unpaved, and it's probably all knee deep in snow. I thought we'd better stay on the pavement. It's longer but surer.'
'Of course.' After a while, she said, 'Matt.'
'Yes?'
'You're going to kill him, aren't you?'
'Sam Gunther?' I said. 'The Cowboy? Yes, if I can find him. That's my job.' Her silence had an accusing quality, and I said quickly, 'I told you from the start that if we were successful in our mission, Sam wasn't likely to survive it very long.'
'Yes, but I didn't know…' She shivered. 'I didn't dream… Not until I saw the way you acted with those men, with that hypodermic.'
There was a little silence. I shifted gears as the road steepened and we climbed upwards through the pines.
'It's all… rather shocking,' she said. 'I didn't know things like this went on, darling. I didn't know people like you existed.' She hesitated. 'I suppose I should be horrified. Maybe I am. Don't expect too much of me. Just tell me what you want me to do…
It was a nice touch, a nice offer. I would have liked to think it was sincere. I told her something, hoping it sounded sensible and plausible.
Soon we were over the top of the pass, rolling down the other side towards Ruidoso. Something had been done to the highway since I'd last seen it, but no one had figured out a way to keep the snow from falling on it- or if someone had it didn't work. It took me a while to find my way through the maze of dirty white mounds and ridges thrown up by shovels and plows at the fancy intersection. Finally I reached the town itself, which is up a side canyon.
Here also changes had been made, for better or worse, depending on whether or not you like your mountain villages modernized. We drove up the main street. There was a good deal of snow and not much light.
Gail licked her ~ 'I don't think I'll ever drive down a strange street again without looking for a sign saying- There it is.' Her voice didn't change as she said it.
The buildings themselves were a little off the main street, down in a hollow of pines, but the sign was right at the sidewalk: WIGWAM LODGE. I turned into the driveway and parked the truck with half a dozen other vehicles, most of which had ski racks-some complete with skis-on the roof. Well, it was good weather for it. I got out and walked around to let Gail out, although the chivalrous gesture seemed wasted on the leggy, boyish figure that emerged.
I steadied her as she slipped on the hard-packed snow. There was no wind at this hour of the morning, and it was very silent under the pines. We might have been miles from civilization, instead of a mere thirty yards from the little town's main street.
'Easy,' I said. 'Don't break a leg now.'
She said, 'Matt, I'm scared. And cold.'
I took my little gun out of my pocket. 'Here,' I said, 'it's still loaded. Don't shoot yourself and try not to shoot me, please, but don't hesitate to use it if you have to. If somebody's got to be dead, we'd rather it wasn't us. Well, I don't have to tell you. You've done all right with it so far.'
'What-what do you think will happen?'
'I don't know, but they've already taken one crack at us, up in San Agustin Pass, remember? There's no doubt that they know us. Well, if they come to us, it'll save our looking for them.'
She was looking at the little revolver. 'Matt, I. Hadn't you better keep it?'
'Go on, take it. I've got a couple more, courtesy of some sick friends. We're gun-heavy, glamor girl. An armored division would have to be called out to match our firepower.'
She took the little five-shot revolver, tucked it into the top of her pants and smoothed the bulky sweater over it. I looked at her and tried to remember the moment I'd fallen in love with her, but you never know it when it happens. I studied her face, not forgetting that we'd made love, or that she had saved my life, or that there actually was a Wigwam Lodge in Ruidoso, even though there was-or used to be-a gent named Wegmann in Carrizozo… I tried to sort out the' valid 'evidence from the possible coincidences, making allowances for my own suspicious nature, and got absolutely nowhere. I didn't know.
It was a hell of a time to be standing around in the snow feeling mushy and sentimental about a woman who could be leading me into a trap-who had to lead me into a trap, if I was to do the job I'd come here for. I reached out quickly and did something I'd been wanting to do ever since that style of garment came on the market. She jumped a foot.
'Ouch!'
'Come on,' I said. 'Let's see what's inside.'
I started for the lighted door of the lodge. She came along, reaching back to rub the injured spot. 'That isn't funny,' she said with dignity. 'Besides, it's vulgar. Besides, it hurts.'
'If your bottom were decently attired, my dear,' I said, 'it wouldn't get pinched… Well, here we are.'
The skinny blonde kid who opened the door was wearing a quilted robe and flannel pajamas, looked kind of cute even though her hair was in curlers. She called 'her mother, a stout blonde lady, who arrived in a flannel robe and nightgown. Her hair was in curlers, too, but she'd forgotten how to look cute years ago.
We transacted business at a desk in the big rustic lobby that was littered with ski equipment and had the strange, specialized, incomprehensible atmosphere of a place devoted to a sport you're not the least bit interested in at the moment. There have been times when the idea of sliding down a hill on a pair of boards seemed very attractive-I've done my share of it-but this just wasn't one of the times.
'I didn't know you had a ski area here,' I said to the woman.
'Oh, we've had a little one for years, sir,' she said, 'but now they're opening a big one up on Sierra Blanca-. that's the big white mountain to the north. Well, I guess everything's white today, haha, but it stays white all winter. Here's your key. You're in Cherokee, the third cabin around to the right. The stove's turned on and there are extra blankets in the closet. I hope you don't mind finding your own way. My daughter has a bad cold, and I-'
'That's all right,' I said. 'We'll find it. Cherokee.'
'I hope you'll be comfortable, sir. We serve breakfast in the dining room from six-thirty…
I went back across the yard for the suitcases. Gail fell into step beside me as I returned, and we walked together along a shoveled path around the main lodge. After passing a log cabin named Arapahoe and one called Blackfoot, we came to Cherokee. I set the suitcases down, got the key from my pocket and opened the door. It was dark inside. Warm air flowed Out to meet me as I picked
