obvious solution is to close the doors and write it off as a tax loss.'
'Have you forgotten the people, James?' It was SaM who spoke. 'Do you truly expect them to stand idly while you turn their country upside down?'
'Like any going concern, we have an advertising and marketing department. As with a new product about to be introduced on the market, we have a detailed promotional campaign all worked out. People only know what they see and hear in the media to which they have access. One of our first steps was to purchase, under a local citizen's name, of course, whatever newspapers, radio and television stations that were available.'
Pitt said: 'I assume you don't envision a free press in Your Shangri-La?'
'A free press is pushing a form of permissiveness,' Kelly said impatiently. 'Look what it has done to the United States. Print anything so long as its filthy, scandalous, sensational-anything to sell more papers in order to obtain more paid advertising. The so-called free press in America has stripped every moral fiber from a once great nation and left nothing but a stagnant pile of garbage in the closets of the people's minds.'
'Granted, the American press isn't perfect,' Pitt said. 'But they at least make an effort to get at the truth and expose autocrats like yourself.'
Pitt quickly fell silent, surprised at himself for making a speech. He had come close to falling out of character. He knew now that if there was a slight thread of hope for escape, it lay in his continued masquerade as one of the gay boys. 'Goodness, I didn't mean to get carried away.'
Frowning, baffled, Kelly lifted his eyes to look again at Rondheim. His silent question was answered with a disgusted shrug.
The old man called Sam broke the silence. 'After you buy out one country, James, how do you intend to take over the rest? Even you and your associates, as you call them, haven't the capital to gain financial control of the entire continent in one fell swoop.'
'True, Sam, even our combined resources can only go so far. But we can make Bolivia, for example, into an orcanized and fruitful society. Try and imagine it, with no corruption at the administrative level, the military, except for a token force, eliminated, the agriculture and the industry all geared toward providing a better life for the people, the, consumers.' The intensity in Kelly's voice began to rise. 'Again business principle, sink every nickel and dime into growth. None goes to profit. Then, when Bolivia is established as the utopian prototype the envy of all the peoples on the continent, then we shall annex her neighboring countries, one by one.'
'The poor and the hungry waiting breathlessly to be swept into paradise,' the Frenchman said contemptuously. 'Is that it?'
'You think you exaggerate,' Kelly said indifferently, 'but you hit the truth closer than' you intended.
Yes, the poor and the hungry will be eager to snatch at any straw that guarantees an immensely higher standard of living.'
'The domino theory impelled by noble thoughts,' Pitt added.
Kelly nodded. 'As you say, noble thoughts. And why not? Western civilization has a constant history of rebirths impregnated by noble thoughts. We businessmen, as perhaps the largest and most powerful influence of the last two hundred years, now have a golden opportunity to determine whether another brilliant rebirth shall occur or whether a civilization that lies in the gutter shall remain there and stop breathing forever.
'At this point I must admit to being a stick-in-the-mud. I hold a number of doctrines that have been poohpoohed by the best academic minds of higher learning. I entertain the thought that organization is better than confusion. I prefer profit to loss, strong means to gentle persuasion to accomplish a goal. And I'm dead certain that sound business rules are more valuable than political ideologies.'
'Your grand design has a flaw,' Pitt said, helping himself to another brandy. 'A deviation that could easily screw up the works.' Kelly stared at Pitt speculatively. 'Your brain against the most advanced techniques of computer science? Come now, Major. We've spent months programming every possibility, every abnormality. You're merely Playing games.'
'Am I?' Pitt downed the brandy as if it were water and said to Kelly: 'How do you explain Rondheim and Miss Fyrie? They hardly pass the age requirements for executive material of Hermit Limited. Rondheim is short by twenty years. Miss Fyrie… well, ah… she doesn't even come close.'
'NEss Fyrie's brother, Kristjan, was an idealist, like myself, a man who was searching for a way to raise people from the mud of poverty and misery. His acts of generosity in Africa and other parts of the world where his business transpired led us to make an exception.
Unlike most hardheaded businessmen, he used his wealth for the common good. When he tragically lost his life, we, the board of directors of Hermit Limited,' he bowed to the men seated around him, 'voted to elect Miss Fyrie in his place.'
'And Rondheim?'
'A fortunate contingency we had hoped for, but not counted on. 'enough his extensive fishing faculties appeared an enticing asset toward developing the fishing industry of South America, it was his hidden talents and useful connections that swung the pendulum in his favor.'
'The superintendent of your liquidation department?' Pitt said grimly. 'The leader of your private sect of Ismailians?'
The men around Kelly looked at each other, then at Pitt. They looked in silence with curiosity written on their faces. Von Hummel wiped his brow for the fiftieth time and Sir Eric Marks rubbed his hand across his lips and nodded at Kelly, a movement that did not go unnoticed by Pitt. Swinging the sash around his waist semicomily, Pitt walked over to the table and poured himself another glass of the Rouche, a last drink for the road, because he knew Kelly never meant for him to leave the house through the front door.
'You guessed that?' Kelly said in an even voice.
'Hardly,' Pitt said. 'After you've had three attempts on your life, you kind of get to know these things.'
'The hydroplane!' Rondheim snapped savagely.
'You know what happened to it?'
Pitt sat down and sipped the brandy. If he had to die, at least he had the satisfaction of knowing he held the stage at the end.
'Terribly sloppy of you, my dear Oskar, or should I say the late captain of your last boat. You should have seen the look on his face just before my Molotov cocktail hit him.'
'You damned queer!' Rondheim said, his voice shaking with fury. 'You lying faggot!'
'Sticks and stones, my dear Oskar,' Pitt said carelessly. 'Think what you may. One thing is certain. Due to your negligence, you'll never see your hydroplane and crew again.'
'Can't you see what he's trying to do?' Rondheim took a step toward Pitt. 'He's trying to turn us against each other.'
'That will do!' Kelly's tone was cold, his eyes commanding. 'Please go on, Major.'
'You're very kind.' Pitt downed his brandy and poured another. What the hell, he thought, might as well deaden whatever pain. that was coming. 'Poor Oskar also bumbled the second attempt. I don't have to go into the sorry details, but I'm sure you're aware that his two feeble-brained assassins are talking like women on a party line right this minute to agents of the National Intelligence Agency.'
'Damn!' Kelly spun around to Rondheim. 'is that true?'
'My men never talk.' Rondheim glared at Pitt.
'They know what will happen to their relatives if they do. Besides, they know nothing.'
'Let us hope you're right,' Kelly said heavily. He came and stood over Pitt, staring with a strangely expressionless gaze that was more disturbing than any display of animosity could ever have been. 'This game has gone far enough, Major.'
'Too bad. I was just getting warmed up, just getting to the good part.'
'It isn't necessary.'
'Neither was killing Dr. Hunnewell,' Pitt said. His voice was unnaturally calm. 'A terrible, terrible mistake, a sad miscalculation. Doubly so, since the good doctor was a key member of Hermit Limited.'
Chapter 15
