Their contract is with you, not China… Our policy is never to intervene in matters of private companies… I am simply not authorized to utilize my country's Embassy in that way… I'm sorry, Mr. President, but I can't help.
By now the Panamanian leader was becoming personally rattled. He knew, like everyone else in Panama, that the Chinese Government had plainly decided to close the Canal for big reasons and would continue to stonewall his own government until they were good and ready to open it up.
Furthermore, he had not been warned, or consulted, or even advised. And there was this terrible bastard Travis on the phone from Washington, threatening God knows what. The Panamanian did not, of course, realize that Travis was one of the mildest-mannered and deftest of diplomats in this Administration. His own terror was nothing to the shuddering, sledgehammer blows currently being experienced in the White House's West Wing by another Chinese Ambassador, the one sitting opposite Admiral Arnold Morgan.
'DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO TO ME!
'I don't happen to care what your powers are, nor do I give a goddamn what your tin-pot half-assed government thinks… GET THAT FUCKING CANAL OPEN… TWO DAYS! I SAID TWO HOURS, and right now that's one hour and forty-two minutes. Time might have stood still in fucking Beijing or wherever the hell you live, but right here, in the U.S. of A., IT KEEPS MARCHING FORWARD, HEAR ME?'
Kathy O'Brien had never heard Arnold more angry. In fact, she was amazed the Chinese Ambassador had not just stood up and left. It took only a few more seconds to understand why he was still there.
'You make any attempt to leave this place before I say you leave, you'll be on a one-way ticket to Shanghai this day. DEPORTED… understand?
'WHADDYA MEAN, I WOULDN'T DARE. STAND UP AND TRY ME!'
What Kathy O'Brien did not quite grasp was that Arnold Morgan was giving a performance. Terrorizing the Ambassador, no doubt. But preparing for a finale that would rock the visiting diplomat back on his heels.
It took the Admiral twenty minutes to deliver his punch line, and when he did so, the world of international relations momentarily stood still.
'Your Excellency,' said Arnold, silkily. 'If the Panama Canal remains closed for the rest of this day, the United States of America will retake it by military force. We'll knock down your Stone Age dockyards at Cristobal and Balboa. We'll take both cities, and anyone who gets in the way, especially if he happens to be Chinese, will inevitably die.
'If the canal is damaged during our attack, we'll fix it, because by then we'll own it. Perhaps you would be good enough to relay those glad tidings to your crooked government. NOW GET OUT.'
It is doubtful if any Ambassador in Washington in living memory had ever been spoken to quite like that. Kathy had to give the Chinese diplomat a glass of water before he was able to exit the West Wing.
After that, she took the boss some fresh coffee.
'I have never quite understood why you ignored a career in the Diplomatic Corps,' she said, sweetly. 'Such a subtle turn of phrase. So quietly persuasive… '
'Kathy,' he said, 'do you know anything about the history of the Panama Canal? And why today it's finally in the mess I knew it would be nine years ago?'
'Well, I can't say I do, really.'
'And I haven't got time to enlighten you right now,' he said. 'But I'll tell you this. Carter should never have permitted the Treaty. We should have flexed some muscle and hung on to control. The President should have stopped those bastards in their tracks when the lease was sold on and they as good as handed over control of the waterway to China.'
'Since it was then Panama's canal, how could he?' replied Kathy, who had always had a sneaking regard for Bill Clinton.
'Because, as far as I'm concerned, it was all illegal. There were terms laid out, and bidding was organized on an international basis, for the right to run the Canal. The United States put in a bid for control that was much, much higher than anyone else's. But the Chinese, offering a bribe the size of the Forbidden City, were given another chance, and told what the American bid was. A few days later, the Panamanian Government handed it all over.'
'Wow!'
'Wow, as it happens, is right. Though I wish you would desist from using the mindless, constipated speech of the young and goofy.'
Kathy, who ought to have been stung by his rudeness, burst out laughing as she always did when her future husband handed out his customary grief. Let's face it, she had long ago decided, he talks to everyone like that. And, anyway, it was nothing like so bad as the battering he had just delivered to the Washington Ambassador of the largest country on earth.
'Well, what could the White House have done about it?'
'They should have told the Panamanian Government that the United States was going to run the canal. Anyone raises one finger to stop us, that would be regarded as an act of war, to which we would react appropriately.
'Then I'd have reminded them that the Canal was built with American engineering, American money, American muscle, and American brains. And we never denied a ship passage, at least not in time of peace. We should have told them right away, if they think they're gonna trespass on the goodwill of the United States and hand the damn thing over to a totalitarian Communist country, with a human rights policy that would make Idi Amin look like the Good Fairy, and then give them the right to deny access to any ship they wished…
'Well, fuck it! They could try, but the United States would stop them with whatever military force it might take. That's what should have happened.'
'And if Panama had called America's bluff?'
'Them? That half-assed bunch of gauchos? Kathy, I'm talking muscle right here. The same muscle and courage that built the Canal. When the United States wants something that is quite obviously in the interest of the entire world, we should go out and take it, and tell the goddamned Panamanians to go feed their flea-ridden mules.'
'Nice analogy, Whitman,' she replied. 'And by the way, gauchos are from South America.'
'OK, so I made a one-stop mistake. From Panama, it's only about three hundred yards to Colombia, right?'
'Honestly,' Kathy said. 'You are the most awful person… '
'Nothing like so awful as I'm going to be in a couple of hours, if those Chinamen don't open the Canal.'
Meanwhile, the Barracuda was making stately progress through the breathtaking excavation of the Gaillard Cut, steering three-two-five now, past the great mudslides that perpetually haunt the Culebra Reach on both banks.
The tug made another course adjustment fifteen degrees to starboard before running into Cascades Reach, which leads to the Gatun Lake, a 164-square-mile expanse of tropical water, patrolled by glowering crocodiles. The Canal channel runs through the middle of it, still zigzagging, avoiding the islands.
There are five course changes along the jagged twenty-four-mile route through the lake, past uninhabited rain forest and densely wooded shores. The Gatun Lake is, of course, entirely man-made, created when they built the mighty Gatun Dam across the Chagres River and flooded miles and miles of countryside, submerging twenty- nine villages in order to start construction of the high canal.
The massive edifice of the Gatun Locks, with its gigantic three-step chambers from sea level to the upper lake, is one of the engineering marvels of the modern world, still regarded by academics as perhaps man's supreme building achievement.
General Rashood had told his wife all about it, the great concrete exit to the Atlantic, because he knew they were not going to see it. And just before nine o'clock that evening, still following the lighted beacons and buoys, the Chinese navigators ordered the submarine hard to port, off Pena Blanca Reach, two miles shy of the locks.
The tug hauled the submarine slowly into the desolate western waters of the lake, which had been closed to tourists, fishermen, and snorkelers for two days, pending the arrival of the Barracuda.
The temperature was cooling off to around seventy-eight degrees now, and there was a dampness in the sullen, tropical night, perhaps a harbinger of the first heavy rains of the season. In the distance, they could hear howler monkeys not yet settled in the treetops, the occasional shriek of a macaw, and the high staccato clicking of cicadas.
