'Gail,' I called when the door had remained closed a reasonable period of time.
She turned her head to look at me. There was dust on her cheek and a kind of hopelessness in her eyes. She said something, but I couldn't make it out. I rolled over once, which brought our faces close together.
'He had him killed!' she gasped. 'Naldi. One minute Naldi was standing there and then… and then he was dec41 Like that!'
'Sure,' I said. 'Just like that. Now, listen…'
'You lied!' she cried. 'From the start, you lied to me, tricked me, made love to me, used me…'
'Sure,' I said. 'And you lied to me, tricked me, made love to me and double-crossed me.'
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she made a small, short, bitter sound that might have been a laugh. It was hard to tell with the noise.
She said more calmly, 'He's going to kill us, too, isn't he? If we don't… What can we do?'
It occurred to me she'd come a long way from the pampered Texas beauty who'd frozen in panic in San Agustin Pass. Like most people, it had turned out, she had a lot of hidden talents, some good, some bad.
'Listen closely,' I said. 'Something Wegmann said makes me think we'll have company in here pretty soon, and I think I know who it'll be. When he comes, you blow your top. Flip it good, understand? You can't stand being tied up, you're revolted by this filthy floor, you're going crazy with the terrible noise, get it? Make a goddamn spectacle of yourself. Create a diversion. Okay?'
She hesitated. 'Do you think… do you think it will work?'
'What will work? Don't worry about anything like that; that's my department. Try to be a real actress, glamor girl You're a woman in terror for her life. Don't think about your lousy pride, or your appearance, and don't, for God's sake, give one thought or look to me or what I may be doing. That'll wreck it instantly.'
She was silent again. Her eyes studied my face for several seconds. Her tongue came out to moisten her lips.
'All right,' she breathed. 'All right, Matt.'
I said, 'And now let's get over and confer with the mysterious gent behind you. 1.1 you roll over twice, you'll be just about there.'
'All right,' she said again, but she didn't move at once. 'Darling,' she said.
'Yes?'
'You bastard,' she said. 'You lousy, calculating bastard.'
I grinned at her. 'You bitch,' I said. 'You dirty, double-crossing bitch.'
She gave me a funny, shaky little smile, lying there, very close to me. Then she hunched herself around a bit, preparing for the awkward journey back into the corner. I saw her start and turn her head quickly. The man called Romero reared up just beyond her, having apparently made the trip while we were talking. His lips moved. I shook my head to indicate I couldn't hear a word.
It took us several minutes to get all three of us sitting up cozily, heads together, so we could converse above the engine noise.
'All right,' I said to Romero, 'let's start with you. You're a ham with a mike and a cheap tuxedo, telling the girls to take it off all the way. You're a lousy mountain driver. What else are you?'
'Listen-' he began angrily.
Then he checked himself, grinned and spoke one word.
I stared at him. I don't mean that it proved anything conclusively. In a government the size of ours, you can't supply a universal, reliable recognition signal for all undercover agencies; there'd be a leak somewhere. Anyway, I guess we just don't trust each other enough to put our lives in each others' hands, which is what it would amount to under certain circumstances. But there is a word of sorts, changed from time to time, and he had the current one. So, probably, did every foreign agent from Maine to California. As I say, it didn't prove a thing-except that it made a lot of things that had happened make sense at last. I gave him the proper countersign. His eyes widened slightly.
'Jim Romero,' he said.
'Matt Helm,' I said. We don't use the code names with outsiders. 'Why the hell don't you watch where you're driving?'
'Why the hell don't you watch where you're kicking?' He grimaced. 'My God, what a foul-up! Did you have any trouble with Peyton?'
'What about Peyton?'
'He's my boss on this job. I put him on your trail after I missed you in the mountains. He said, if he saw you, he'd have you watched until the time came, and then pick you up in the general round-up he was planning Just before the test.'
'He won't thank you for the tip,' I said. 'He met with a kind of accident. I kind of had to jump on him with both feet.'
'So he went for you himself? I figured he'd want the credit of getting those films back.' Romero make another face. 'Tough, aren't you? You and your damn big feet! Where was Peyton's Man Friday while this was going on?'
'Bronkovic?' I said. 'Why, he was trying to kill me, but the lady, here, got to work with a blunt instrument in the nick of time.'
'Bronkovic isn't a bad guy,' Romero said. 'Peyton you can jump on all day, as far as I'm concerned. I suppose you have guys like that in your outfit.'
'Maybe,' I said, 'but we try not to give them quite so much authority. Just where did you come into this, anyway? What were you doing down in Juarez?'
He said grimly, 'I was doing all right, until you people butted into the case, that's what I was doing. I had a swell cover as M.C. in the joint, and everything was going fine. Then, first, along came that girl of yours who went over-I suppose she was yours. We may have our Peytons, but at least our female agents don't fall into bed with the first handsome creep with a fast line… Well, never mind that. She was kind of a nice kid, but mixed-up as hell in both the sex and politics departments: a real naпve save-the-world type, fundamentally.' After a moment, he glanced at Gail. 'Excuse me, ma'am. I forgot. She was your sister, wasn't she? I heard you say so that night, up on the stage there.'
'It's all right,' Gail said dryly. 'We're all kind of mixed up in my family. If we weren't, I wouldn't be here.'
'And then,' Romero said to me, 'just as we had things all set up to catch everybody with the goods-Naldi, your girl, Gunther, everybody-this lady comes wandering into the trap with Gunther. Well, that was all right. More grist for the mill, we figured. Then somebody heaved a knife and everything went to hell. None of my people could get where they were supposed to, the way everybody was milling around. You practically ruined me when I tried a fast retrieve-and who the hell were you? You ran off with the lady and the goods, saving the day for the other side, as it looked to us. Gunther got away in the confusion. Naldi… well, we had nothing conclusive on Naldi, so there wasn't anything we could do but keep an eye on him. He was too big to grab on mere suspicion. It was a mess.'
'Tough,' I said. 'If your chief in Washington had been willing to cooperate with mine, we might all have got to-gather in time.'
'Hell, your girl went over,' Romero said. 'He wasn't going to explain our set-up to you after that, maybe putting us all in jeopardy-me, for instance, making love to that damn mike in broken English. Anyway, there wasn't a damn thing for me to do, afterwards, but take off after you and try to get the films back. I sent a query to Washington on you, of course, but I guess nobody was speaking to anybody by that time.'
'What films?' I said. 'They were sent off the next morning.'
'How was I to know that. You did have them. At least she did,' he said with a gesture towards Gail. 'I was lying there on the stage, groaning loudly, remember, while they were being passed. Weggann, Carrizozo, the kid said before she died. I hated that. It was a new name to us; I thought it might be a lead. I gave it to Peyton with the rest of it, of course; but he said for me to work on it myself and try to do a better job than I'd done to date. You know that damn, cold, sneering voice of his.'
Romero grimaced. 'I guess I got over-eager, so here I am.'
'How did they catch you?'
'I was watching the filling station. A character in a power wagon drove in and made contact with Wegmann. I followed when the guy left. He came up in this direction. I was doing fine, shadowing him just like the manual says. Then I got stuck in the snow. That damn snow!'
'That'll teach you to follow a four-wheel-drive truck with an ordinary sedan,' I said, 'and when will you border characters learn the use of chains?'
'When we get enough snow to practice on regularly,' Romero said, 'instead of just being buried in it once every couple of years. I was busy trying to dig out when they jumped me. They ditched the car somewhere and brought me here. It doesn't make me look very brave and bright, I know. Now let's hear about you.'
I told him enough to bring him up to date-enough to make him look curiously at Gail, revising his first opinion of her in the light of the information I'd given him. I guess he'd assumed she was one of us, a pro or at least a loyal and dedicated amateur. She didn't like my telling him so much, but we were all going to have to work together, and it was no time to horse around with the truth out of regard for her sensitive feelings.
'Stop glaring at me and get your hands up front here, glamor girl,' I said. 'Pull my shirt out of my pants. Make me look real untidy. I don't have far to go, after the way they worked me over down there, I guess.'
She gave me a surprised look. 'Pull your.. In Heaven's name, why?'
'Don't ask,' I said. 'Just do… So there you have it, Jaime,' I said, pronouncing it Haymie, Spanish fashion.
'The name is Jim,' he said stiffly.
'Jesus!' I said. 'The bird flies at ten, and I have to consider your tender Castilian pride, Mr. Romero? Call me gringo if it makes you feel better.' I glanced irritably at Gail. 'Watch it, I'm ticklish there… Now help me work the belt buckle around to the back where I can get at it.'
I hadn't thought about it up to that moment. I hadn't let a picture of it form in my mind. I hadn't let the words be part of my vocabulary. There had been no such thing as belt or buckle. After all, Wegmann had been around. If I could think of it, he could.
'Slip it around,' I said. 'The belt loops are big enough, unless somebody's miscalculated badly. If you hear anybody coming, flop the shirt down over it.'
Romero said, 'Ten o'clock is the time? It must be well past nine already.'
I said, 'Of course, something may abort the flight. It sometimes happens. Or the thing may blow up on the launching pad or whatever they fire it from. If so, it'll make quite a bang, from what Wegmann said.'
'We wouldn't be so lucky,' Romero said. 'If they were sending up one of the new ones, maybe, but this is straight routine, I understand, just to give some instruments a ride and check a few tracking procedures.'
'I'm surprised they'd shoot at all with all those important people on the reservation.'
'There would have been no conflict if Rennenkamp's bunch hadn't postponed a week. Anyway, they're well over to the west, protected by half a range of mountains. I guess somebody figures it's safe to go ahead on schedule. Those old Wotans are reliable as streetcars nowadays.'
'What's a Wotan?' Gail asked. 'What happens at ten? What are you talking about, anyway?'
'Dear lady,' Romero said, 'a Wotan is a lousy damn guided missile of the ground-to-ground variety. That is, it's fired from the surface and hits a target on the surface instead of going off to chase airplanes or something. In other words, it's a kind of sell-propelled artillery shell, a great big bullet with a brain. Not the giant intercontinental kind they fire at Canaveral, of course, but big enough. You don't want to be around where it lands. Comprendre?'
'Well, vaguely, but-'
'This particular Wotan,' the little dark-haired guy said, 'will be armed and sabotaged in certain ways, Wegmann claims… Has he taken you on his guided tour, Matt?'
'No, I guess he thought there wasn't time.'
'He showed me around when he first brought me up here. They're all alike, these masterminds. After working under cover so long, they like to share their triumphs with somebody. He's very
