Donald Hamilton - The Menacers

"I was going to ask about that," I said. "How did you happen to have a guard on him in the first place? Did you suspect him right from the start, even before you came down here?"

Solana shook his head. "No, senor. I did not suspect him, not until after we'd had our little talk with him. He is not a young man who inspires trust, would you say? Listening to him, I was fairly certain h~ was lying; the evidence at Bahia Choya pointed the same way; and the medical report confirmed it. But I had already given instructions to have him guarded, for the simple reason that these witnesses seem to be, shall we say, rather ephemeral. They do not seem to last very long. I wanted to be sure of preserving Mr. Henderson for interrogation. Unfortunately, I failed." He paused and looked from me, to Priscilla, to Carol, and spoke deliberately: "However, there are compensations. Once I have determined which one of you gave him the gun, I may be able to learn more from that person than I could have from Mr. Henderson."

I heard Carol gasp. Priscilla, being a pro of sorts, made no sound, and neither did I. Solana, still standing, looked down at the three of us bleakly.

"Let us understand each other, my gringo friends," he said. "Henderson was brought into town with his clothes half burned off. Nothing was brought with him but what was on him. His clothes were removed, he was treated for his injuries, and pajamas were provided for him, also a dressing gown and sandals. In other words, the man was stripped and thoroughly examined by a doctor, after which he was given new clothing and transported to the hotel. Such possessions as he had had on his person remained behind. If there had been a gun among them, he would have had no further access to it, and there was no gun. It follows that the weapon must have been smuggled into his hotel room after he was established there, by someone who came to visit him."

I said, "Henderson told us he was beginning to feel like a monkey in a cage. That would seem to indicate we weren't his only visitors by a long shot."

"True, Seсor Helm, but I have just finished investigating all others who entered that room, and while it is not possible to be legally certain they can all be eliminated, I am morally certain that is the case. Remember, it was not just a matter of slipping a message on a scrap of paper from hand to hand. A gun is a fairly bulky object, not something the hotel maid, for instance, could readily have concealed on a plate of food, or under it. But it could have been concealed in a camera case, Mrs. Lujan."

Carol looked startled and indignant. "Really, Mr. Solana-" He went on as if she hadn't spoken. "And it could easily have been transferred to Mr. Henderson, seсora, by you or one of your companions, while he was being posed for your pictures-the pictures he was so strangely eager to have taken despite his recent, sad bereavement."

I said, "Hell, that guy was a lens louse from the day he was born. You can't prove anything by that."

"Perhaps not, but the fact remains that of all the people who entered that room, you three were best equipped to smuggle in a pistol, and you had the best opportunity to deliver it to Henderson unseen." He looked down at Carol. "I regret this very much, seсora, but I must ask you to consider yourself under arrest."

Carol's eyes were wide and shocked. "But you can't be serious! Why-"

"I am very serious."

"But why me?"

Solana sighed. "It has to be you, Mrs. Lujan, by a process of elimination. Whether or not you are aware of it, Miss Decker and Mr. Helm are both U.S. agents. Both were introduced to me by their superiors; there can be no possibility of mistaken identity. Treason is always possible, of course, even among the most carefully screened operatives, but in this case it seems unlikely. Both were given the highest recommendations. You, on the other hand, are an unknown quantity. Who vouches for you, seсora? Does Mr. Helm?"

Carol turned quickly towards me. "Matt, for heaven's sake tell the man-" I said, "You're making a mistake, Solana. I've known this lady a good many years. I'm sure she's okay."

Solana had turned to look at me intently. I had a hunch he was trying to tell me something. He said, "You speak in your private capacity, Seсor. Are you not willing to vouch for her officially?"

I looked at him for a moment, trying to read his expression. Then I glanced towards Carol, but turned back to Solana, since that was the more comfortable direction. Actually, of course, there was no real problem. Mac's instructions could have been tailored specifically for this situation. You will maintain your cover story, he'd said, with a perfectly straight face even if circumstances conspire to render it totally ridiculous.

Whether he'd been right or wrong in saying it, he'd said it,. and he was the boss. I'd acted on my own in Mazatlбn and he'd backed me up. Now it was my turn to back him up by following his orders to the letter, silly though they might seem-and as a matter of fact, they kind of fit in with the vague plan to which I was working. Maybe they even fit in with the plan to which Solana was working, which seemed to involve getting Carol away from us, either by buying her a dinner or arresting her. What he had in mind, I couldn't guess, but I could try to find out.

I drew a long, harassed breath, therefore. "Here we go again," I said to Solana. "I've been telling the lady for more than a thousand miles, and now I'm telling you: I have no official capacity. I don't know who's supposed to have vouched for me-" I looked him in the eye as I said it. "-and I don't know why the hell you all want to turn me into a secret agent. I'm perfectly willing to give Mrs. Lujan the best character reference in the world, she's a wonderful girl, but when it comes to providing her with a security clearance…

"Matt, really! You're running the gag into the ground. But if that's the way you want it…!" Carol got abruptly to her feet. She spoke stiffly to Solana: "Will you let me get a few things from my room before you take me away?"

"Of course, seсora."

"Then let's go right now, if you don't mind!"

She marched to the door, very straight and dignified in her jaunty skirt and jacket, before Solana could respond either way. He glanced at us, shrugged, and followed her out. I heard Priscilla laugh a trifle maliciously.

"I don't think she likes you any more, Matt."

I said sourly, "Hell, even if I'd wanted to break cover, I couldn't have given her a clearance because she hasn't got one. Washington's still checking her out."

"Okay, but you could have said so. And what's with this cover bit, anyway? If you had a scrap of it left after my loudmouthed performance this afternoon, Solana just blew it for you. Who are you trying to fool?"

I said, "You, sweetheart."

She looked at me sharply. "What do you mean by that?"

I grinned. "Honey, I'm under strict orders not to give Mr. Leonard's people one single thing they can use against me in a security way. That means you, doesn't it?"

"Matt, you're being ridic-"

"Am I? My chief doesn't think so. Anyway, ridiculous or not, you will not catch me revealing secrets in front of any person unauthorized to hear them, even if they're secrets everybody knows, like the identity of one M. Helm. You can spill them, Solana can spill them, but my lips remain firmly sealed. I am a harmless publicity gent on vacation until I'm told otherwise."

Priscilla laughed and put her hand on my arm. "So that's the reason for the comedy routine! Well, maybe you're right, at that. Mr. Leonard would certainly like us to get something on you, after what you did to us in Mazatlбn. Just between you and me, he's a vindictive, stupid little pipsqueak with an ego as big as a house."

I grinned at her. "What a way to talk about your employer!"