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“The man you met in Canoas. His name is Allen Dulles. He does in Europe what Graham does in the Western Hemisphere.”

“As important as keeping a track on the German money in Argentina may be to you, I don’t think it’s important enough for all of this. And I find it very hard to believe that a German lieutenant colonel is going to change sides simply because you have his parents.”

Frade didn’t reply for a long moment. Then he said, “Frogger had changed sides, to use your term, before I saw him. Before he was captured. I didn’t know this when I went to see him, and he was everything you’d expect an officer to be. He wouldn’t give me anything but his name and his rank and his service number.”

“What happened?”

“I really don’t want to tell you this, and after I do you will probably— almost certainly—wish I hadn’t told you.”

“We won’t know that, will we, until you do? So tell me.”

Frade made a grunt. “Okay. There is a plot involving a number of senior German officers to kill Hitler and end the war they know they have no chance of winning before more people are killed. Frogger has been part of it for some t

ime. When it came out that we knew about it—”

“You told him?”

“It came out almost accidentally. He threw a name at me and saw on my face that I knew it.”

“That tells me, you know, that the Germans you’re working with in Buenos Aires—Galahad certainly, the ambassador maybe, and probably others—are involved in this assassination plot.”

“I don’t want to answer that, Gonzo.”

Delgano looked Frade in the eyes a long moment.

“You don’t have to, Cletus. And you’re right, my friend. My life would be a lot more comfortable from now on if I didn’t know about this.”

“If it gets out, a lot of good, decent officers are going to wind up with piano wire around their necks and hanging from butcher hooks.”

“And if it doesn’t get out, Hitler is assassinated.”

“That’s what we’re hoping for.”

It was another long moment before Delgano went on: “The rest of the scenario is that we fly to Canoas, then smuggle Frogger into the country. And I tell no one. Is that it?”

“That’s part of it. The other part is that we smuggle the Froggers out of Argentina into Brazil, where they will be seen boarding a British warship or airplane—that hasn’t been worked out completely yet—then smuggle them back into Argentina.”

“To call off the hunt for them in Argentina?”

Frade nodded.

“And you’re asking me to help you with this?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You realize that I am honor bound to tell Colonel Martín everything you’ve told me.”

“That’s the call you have to make, Gonzo. What does your honor demand of you?”

“Goddamn you, Cletus!”

Delgano stood up.

“If I walk out of here without giving you an answer, are you going to shoot me?”

“I should, but I couldn’t, and I think you know that.”

“I’m going to take a walk. I think better when I’m walking. And I also pray better while walking, rather than on my knees.”